The Inner Circle had stayed later than planned at Rita’s, which was how you ended up tucked under Azriel’s arm on the walk out, slightly tipsy, entirely happy, warm from both wine and his scent.
Azriel wasn’t drunk—of course he wasn’t—but the faint pink at the tops of his ears said he’d actually enjoyed himself tonight. His shadows were quiet, content, flickering lazily as you stumbled over a cobblestone.
He steadied you instantly.
“Careful,” he murmured, voice low and warm at your temple.
You blinked up at him, heart suddenly too full.
“Az?”
“Mhm?”
“I love you,” you said, very seriously. “Like… love-love you.”
A soft laugh escaped him. “I know, sweetheart.”
“No, but like…” You poked his chest. “I love you so much I want to have your baby”
Azriel stopped walking.
Completely.
Up ahead, Cassian bumped into Rhys and muttered something, but they were too far to catch the words. Nesta glanced back, eyebrow raised—then kept walking.
You didn’t notice any of it.
“I mean—not now,” you continued. “I’m not ovulating at Rita’s, that feels rude.”
Cassian made a confused choking sound. Feyre elbowed him and kept moving.
“—but someday? I think I’d like it. Your baby. Little wings. Little shadows. Very cute.”
Azriel’s breath left him.
His shadows went still.
And then:
“Say it again,” he murmured.
You swayed closer. “Azriel, who else would I want that with?”
He looked like you’d dropped a star into his chest.
And then—because tipsy you had no volume control—you added, loudly:
“I kind of want your baby now, honestly.”
That part the Inner Circle definitely heard.
Cassian tripped over his own feet. Rhys grinns, Feyre pinched the bridge of her nose. Nesta cackled.
Everything after that was quiet—Azriel’s hand sliding to the small of your back, pulling you closer, shadows cocooning the two of you the second he decided the conversation was no longer for public consumption.
He lowered his mouth to your ear, voice barely a whisper—soft, dark, meant only for you.
“Sweetheart,” he breathed, “if you keep saying things like that… I’m going to take you home and fill you until you can’t form a single word.”
Your breath hitched.
He brushed his nose along your cheek, still whispering against your skin.
“Don’t tempt me with giving you my child. Not here. Not when I’ve imagined it so many times I can barely think straight.”
Your legs actually wobbled.
“Az…” you whispered.
“If you want that future with me,” he murmured, “you only have to say the word. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
Your fingers twisted in his leathers. “I meant it.”
He pressed a kiss to your ear—slow, reverent.
“When you’re sober, I’ll ask again. And if you still want it… I’ll give you everything. Every dream. Every future.”
You giggled, flushed.
“And the baby?”
Azriel pulled back just enough for you to see the smile—wide, boyish, devastating.
“That, too,” he whispered.
Up ahead, Cassian yelled, “CAN WE PLEASE WALK FASTER, I’M TRAUMATIZED,” but his voice barely reached through Azriel’s shadows.
Azriel tucked you firmly into his side, shadows shielding the two of you from the world, as he guided you home—smiling like the happiest male alive.
Summary: months after you returned with your mate from a getaway, the girls can’t help but want to know everything.
Warnings: talks of sex, smut, p in v, degradation (in a soft way), pussydrunk!azriel (all he does is talk), small sub and dom play, shadow play (shadows use you)
Authors note: this is a second part of “Chatter Box” but both parts can be read as standalone!
Main Masterlist:
Chatter Box:
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Months later, the cabin feels like a distant, perfect memory you still carry with you.
Two weeks.
You were only supposed to stay for a weekend… and somehow, neither of you ever found a reason to leave.
Now, laughter fills the room again—but this time it’s different.
Girls’ night.
Wine flows freely, glasses half-full and refilled before they ever empty, the soft glow of the room wrapping around you as you sit sprawled comfortably with Feyre, Nesta, Elain, Mor, and Amren. The males are gone for the night, leaving you all to your own chaos.
Nesta is in the middle of a story, completely unbothered.
“I’m serious,” she says, taking a slow sip of her wine. “He would not stop. I had to kick him out just to get a moment of silence.”
Elain groans softly from beside her. “I didn’t even get a moment. I had to leave. You two were so loud.”
Mor bursts out laughing.
You try to hide your own laughter behind your glass, shoulders shaking slightly as you take a sip—
—and that’s when they all notice.
Every single one of them turns toward you.
Eyes narrowing.
Curious.
“What?” you ask, trying to sound innocent.
Mor leans forward, grin wicked. “You never talk about Azriel.”
Feyre nods. “Ever.”
Nesta tilts her head slightly. “It’s suspicious.”
You shrug, taking another sip. “There’s not much to talk about.”
Silence.
Then—
Mor cackles.
“Not much to talk about?” she repeats. “Says the one who got caught with Azriel between her legs on the dining table.”
Feyre whips her head toward her. “My dining table.”
Your cheeks heat instantly, but you just shrug again, trying—and failing—to look unaffected.
“What can I say?” you mumble. “Azriel likes… being attentive.”
The room erupts.
Elain gasps, hands flying to her face. Mor is practically doubled over, and even Nesta’s lips twitch.
“Gods,” Mor laughs. “I knew it.”
Nesta leans forward slightly, eyes sharp with interest. “Is it true?”
You blink at her. “Is what true?”
She gestures vaguely—then very specifically—toward her lap. “He has the biggest wingspan. So… does that translate?”
You stare at her for a second.
Then you laugh.
Shaking your head as you take another sip of wine. “He’s not small, that’s for sure.”
Amren, who has been quietly observing all of this, lifts her glass. “Keep the wine coming. I need more for this conversation.”
Everyone laughs again.
Feyre, however, is watching you with a smirk.
“Did you like the gift?” she asks casually.
You choke slightly on your drink, cheeks immediately flushing.
“Oh my gods,” Mor says, sitting up straighter. “What gift?”
Elain looks between you all. “What gift?”
You groan softly, dragging a hand down your face. “You gave me that gift… and then wondered why we stayed at the cabin for two weeks.”
The room explodes.
Nesta actually laughs out loud. Mor is practically wheezing, and even Elain is blushing as she giggles behind her hand.
Amren just looks deeply satisfied.
And then—
A throat clears.
Every head turns.
Cassian, Azriel, and Rhysand stand at the entrance.
They’ve clearly heard enough.
Nesta is on her feet instantly. “Well,” she says smoothly, setting her glass down. “I think our night is done. I need my mate.”
Cassian’s grin is all teeth as a low, approving sound rumbles from his chest.
Feyre rises next, already smiling as she crosses the room and presses a soft kiss to Rhysand’s lips.
You shake your head, laughing under your breath as you turn back to the remaining girls. “Goodnight.”
Mor wiggles her fingers at you. “Have fun.”
You roll your eyes—but you’re smiling.
Then you stand, stepping forward—
—and right into Azriel’s arms.
He catches you easily, like he always does, one arm wrapping around your waist as you let out a soft, content sigh against him.
“Hi,” he murmurs quietly.
You tilt your head up, smiling at him. “Hi.”
And just like that, the noise fades into the background again.
Right where you belong.
The shimmer of light swirls around you, and in the blink of an eye, you’re on the balcony of your shared chambers. The night air is crisp, carrying the soft scent of pine and the faint warmth of the hearth from below.
Azriel pauses just inside, glancing at the bed. Your blankets are still in the chaotic jumble you left them in this morning—never made, just like always. A small smirk tugs at his lips.
He closes the distance in a heartbeat, leaning down to press his lips to the side of your neck. “Gods… I missed you,” he murmurs, voice rough and low.
You giggle, squirming slightly in his hold, pushing him back just enough to turn around and get ready for bed.
He whines softly, following you, voice pained. “Help me with my training leathers… please?”
You sigh, rolling your eyes, but your fingers work quickly, unbuckling the straps and loosening the pins that hold your hair in place. Azriel leans closer as your hair tumbles free, brushing against your shoulders.
He smiles down at you, shadows flickering over his face, and you catch the way his eyes soften as they trace yours—violet, like Rhysand’s, with just enough depth to hold him completely. Your jet-black hair carries that faint blue tone he can’t stop admiring, reminding him of the siphons stones he has to help his powers.
Azriel leans down again, lips capturing yours in a slow, demanding kiss. Your breath hitches, a soft moan escaping as his hands ghost over your back.
When he finally pulls back, he gently turns you, hands lingering at your waist as he murmurs, voice low and curious, “Help me undo your dress… and… what were you guys talking about?”
You smirk over your shoulder. “Wing spans.”
Azriel freezes, air catching in his throat. “W…wing spans?” he stutters, voice faltering like he can’t quite process it.
You let the dress slip from your shoulders, the fabric pooling at your feet, before grabbing your robe. His hands hover, hesitant, still trying to process, and he starts stammering.
“Why… why would you… talk about… that?”
You laugh softly, playful, tapping his nose with your finger. “Because, silly—they wanted to know if the rumors about wing spans were true.”
His lips twitch into a reluctant chuckle, but your grin widens. “And I said… well, he isn’t small.”
Azriel chokes on his own breath, eyes widening in shock. “You… you told them… my… dick size—”
You shake your head, laughing, eyes sparkling as you take in his stunned, pouting expression. You can’t resist leaning in, pressing a soft, teasing kiss to his lips.
“Never, love,” you murmur against his mouth, voice low, possessive. “That’s only for me to know.”
He growls, possessive and low, as he kisses you back, all shadow and fire, and the night air around you hums with the kind of intimacy only the two of you share.
It’s yours. Only yours. And Azriel makes sure you both know it.
Azriel scoops you up effortlessly—strong arms banding around your waist—and tosses you onto the rumpled bed with a playful growl. You giggle, bouncing once, legs splaying invitingly as you prop on your elbows, robe half-open, teasing him.
He stalks over like a predator, looming above you, hazel eyes blazing. Large hands grip your thighs, spreading them wide—exposing your glistening pussy to the cool night air. He drops to his knees, kissing up your inner thighs—slow, open-mouthed, teeth grazing, leaving hot trails that make your skin prickle.
You moan, arching. “Oh—and I got called out for you doing this... on the dining table.”
Azriel moans against your skin, tongue flicking closer to your core. “Gods, should I do it again? Make you scream so loud for me everyone in this house knows who you belong to... have everyone in this court know?” His breath fans your folds, voice wrecked with possession.
You shake your head, moaning as his lips finally brush your pussy—soft, teasing. “Everyone already knows, baby... yours.”
“Good,” he mumbles, nipping your clit lightly. He unties your robe fully, baring you completely. Shadows swirl from his wings—cool, silky tendrils slithering to your nipples, pinching and twisting like phantom mouths. The chill zaps straight to your core.
You moan louder, begging, “Azriel... please...”
He chuckles dark, rising to shove his pants down—cock springing free, thick and leaking, veins pulsing. “Gods, my shadows love you more than anything. Maybe I should let them have you, sweet girl.”
You nod frantically, pussy clenching. “Yes... fuck.”
“They’re the ones who tell me everything I should do,” he rasps, stroking himself once before lining up and sliding into you—slow, deep stretch. You both moan, your hands flying to his wings, fingers tracing the sensitive membranes, making him shudder and thrust harder. “They wanna fuck you so bad... want every inch of you.”
You nod, moaning—and spot his shadows fetching the black vibrator Nesta and Feyre gifted you, sleek and curved, hovering it near. Azriel laughs, fucking into you with wet slaps, balls heavy against your ass. “See? They know exactly what you want, baby.”
He snatches it, flicks it on—low buzz building—and presses it firm to your clit. Pleasure explodes, coiling tight. You open your mouth to scream—but shadows coil over it, cool and muffling, whispering in your ear: Such a sweet whore for our master... love our sweet girl... such a sweet pussy taking our master's cock.
You moan into the shadows, eyes rolling back. Azriel blabs filthy, pounding deeper: “They wanna fuck this tight hole... fill you up... gods, you're my good girl, taking me so perfect...”
He flips you sudden—onto all fours, vibrator tossed aside. Cock slams back in from behind—brutal angle, hitting your cervix. Shadows swarm your front: teasing nipples, circling clit with licking, cool suction. Az smacks your ass reddening your ass, gripping your hips bruising as he rails you, wings flaring.
Shadows whisper Come, mimicking a tongue lashing your clit—wet, insistent—and you shatter, orgasm ripping through like lightning, pussy gushing, squirting around his pistoning cock, thighs quaking.
Azriel comes behind you—roaring your name, flooding your walls with thick, hot ropes of cum, hips grinding deep.
He coos, pulling you back against his chest, petting your hair. “My good girl... so good for me, baby. Perfect little mate.”
Shadows drape over you like a cool sheet, soothing fevered skin. Azriel grabs a warm cloth, cleaning your messy thighs tenderly. They kiss your forehead—whispering Love our master's mate... so good for our master—as you melt into bliss.
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You wake to a cooling sensation teasing your clit—ethereal, insistent flicks—and a finger-like shadow thrusting in and out of your pussy, slick and probing deep, curling just right. Your eyes flutter open with a soft moan, body arching into the delicious intrusion.
Azriel’s shadows swirl around you, tendrils everywhere—pinching nipples, stroking thighs. One whispers silkily in your ear: Master’s taking a shower... told us to wake you up. But he didn’t tell us how.
You just moan louder, spreading wider as they play—cool suction on your clit, another shadow licking like a phantom tongue, wet and swirling. Pleasure builds fast; you snatch a pillow, shoving it over your face to muffle the desperate cries, hips bucking wildly. Let them use you, shadows fucking your pussy with rhythmic pumps, clit throbbing under their cool assault.
Then—a cold cock presses in, thick and real, sliding alongside a shadow to stretch you impossibly. You moan into the pillow, clenching. A deep chuckle rumbles above.
You rip the pillow away, gasping—and there’s Azriel, naked post-shower, water droplets glistening on his scarred chest, hair damp, cock buried deep. His hazel eyes gleam as he stares at his shadows, still writhing over you. “They’re so greedy,” he mutters, amused, as the shadows thrust lazy once—making you whimper.
You reach for him, needy hands grasping air. He smirks, sauntering closer, leaning down to rub your clit—firm circles with callused fingers, sparks flying. “You love this, don’t you, baby? My shadows fucking you awake... greedy little slut for them.”
His hand slaps your clit—sharp smack, wet and stinging. You moan high and broken, pussy fluttering around his cock, chasing more.
You moan, begging, “Please...”
The shadows nod in unison, mouths not moving, eyes flashing crimson. They swirl around you, pleasure building, coiling tight—teasing and tormenting until you can’t take it anymore.
You cum hard, body shaking—shudders rolling through as they claim you fully. Azriel laughs darkly, watching, gripping your hips to hold you still for his shadows' pleasure. His lips brush yours tenderly, breath hot against your ear. "My good girl... such a nasty whore for them..."
You nod, panting, eyes closed. His words arouse you even more—heat pooling low in your belly. "Y-yes," you whisper, "love it..."
Suddenly, he stands, pulling away with a frown. "Let's get you in the bath," he grumbles, voice rough.
You pout slightly but follow him to the bathroom, allowing him to help you undress and step into the steaming water. He washes your body slowly, tenderly—running soapy hands over every inch of your skin. When he reaches your ass, he can't help but smack it lightly, leaving a faint handprint.
"Hard to believe this belonged to someone else," he mumbles, stroking his fingers through your hair. You blush but nod—you know what he means. This kind of intimacy... it's all for him now.
He kisses you softly, leaning down to soap up your body together. "Mine," he whispers against your collarbone before picking up the loofah and scrubbing your skin. You moan again as he washes between your legs, chuckling darkly. "My little mate... always ready for me."
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Two nights later, the cabin feels alive again, though in a different way. You’re perched with a glass in hand, smirking into it as the wine warms your cheeks. Laughter bubbles around you, the room filled with the chatter and teasing of your friends—Mor, Feyre, Nesta, and Elain.
A soft brush against your shoulder makes you shiver. One of the shadows is lingering, a dark whisper of movement that’s been allowed to follow you since… well, ever since it was safe for them to touch you.
Mor notices immediately, arching an eyebrow. “What’s that shadow doing?”
Nesta, smirking and finishing her story with that dangerous glint in her eyes, leans back. “Yeah… I want to know. Does Azriel use them?”
You look up, confused, eyes scanning the room—and then the shadow leans in, brushing against your neck, teasing, almost sentient in its movements.
You whisper, just loud enough for the girls to hear, “Use them… how?”
Nesta shrugs, voice low and amused. “In bed. Does he… make them pin you down or something?”
Your cheeks flame instantly, and Feyre squeals loudly. “Oh my gods… he does?”
You bite your lip, nodding slightly, the shadow pressing a soft bite to your neck. Feyre squeals again, delighted, “I knew it!”
You shake your head, laughing softly at them, and murmur, “They… do have a mind of their own, though.”
The girls giggle, eyes sparkling with mischief, and you can’t help but laugh with them, smiling at the shadow as it detaches and drifts off, no doubt to report back to Azriel exactly what you’ve said.
You take a slow sip of your wine, letting the warmth spread through you, and quietly muse, I’ll deal with Azriel later.
The thought alone makes your lips curl into a satisfied, mischievous smile.
your (ex) boyfriend is a dick, but hey! at least you figured it out that the only man in your life could only by a certain shadowsinger🎀
tw: smut (nasty but sweeeet), reader ex bf being a disgusting little worm, loss of virginity, piv, oral (f!receiving), mdni! (6.2k)
"I'm sorry- what did you just say?" You ask, your tone extremely accusatory.
You can't believe what you heard, you can't believe that your boyfriend said that, thinking you would just let it slide.
"What do you mean?" He asks with his usual behaviour, always playing the innocent victim. Gods, you don't really know what you're even doing with this male. Losing your time, probably.
"You know damn well what i mean." He relaxes his back on the chair and sighs loudly, other than that- nothing. He looks umbothered, relaxed, even. This makes you even madder.
This is how he wants to play? Giving you the silence treatment until you give up and apologise? Maybe other days it would have worked, but not today, no. Too many times you ignored the signs and begged for his pardon, even tho he was clearly in the wrong. You just procrastinated this conversation for too long.
"I pretend an explanation. I swear-" His laugh interrupts you. It's not really a laugh, tho. It doesn't hold any fun or warmth in it. He's just playing with you. But you're tired of being a little toy, manipulated by a man you don't even love.
"It's not that difficult, babe." The nickname gets you a bitter taste on your tongue. You scoff, but he goes on undisturbed. "All you need to know is that males have instincts. Needs. Desires." You know where this conversation is going.
Even tho you don't love this man, not anymore, at least, tears still wet your lashes, streaming down your cheeks. You ask yourself what you have done wrong, how something like this could have happened. You've been nothing but a supportive girlfriend, always by his side. Defending him even when your family didn't approve him. It was always you and him against the world.
"You think men will get on their knees for you." This time, it's his turn to scoff. You swallow a painful knot at the base of your throat. You hate yourself for showing your vulnerable side in front of him while he doesn't look bothered at all. You hate him, too. "You like to think you live in those silly fairy tale books you read." A dark laugh echoes in the room. You have to cover your mouth, hiccups threatening to escape your lips.
"Let me get this for you, babe. We are not in a fucking book. This is real life. Men are not princes, you are not a fucking princess." He suddenly gets up. The chair scratches on the floor making a squeaking noise that makes you squeeze your eyes shut. He walks closer to you, mocking eyes look deep into yours.
"I- I don't understand..." Is all you can say, your confusion is genuine. You have been nothing but loyal to him. You have pretended nothing but loyalty. He smirks, stepping closer and closer until he stands in front of you.
You're so close you can feel his accelerated breath on your face. Your lower lip trembles, and you know it's not a good sign. Whatever you said only seem to madden him more.
"Stupid. Dumb little-" He stops, taking a deep breath. He's trying to hold back, you realise. "I have needs and you can't fucking satisfie them, do you understand now?" Except that you don't.
You shake your head. It's the wrong thing to do. It's the straw that breaks the camel's back. With a violent movement that you couldn't foresee, he pushes you until you touch the wall. Your head hits the solid surface with a hard thud, making you moan in pain. The smell of fear deepens in the room.
"You don't give me what I want? I take it somewhere else. You think you're worth the wait? Let me tell you, babe. You are not. You're just as every other Fae with a pussy between their legs. Understood?" You can't hold back a sob. This feels like a fever dream, and for a moment, you don't believe this is really happening. But it is. What you really can't believe is that you have been so blind you haven't seen who he really is.
"Because of... sex?" You whisper. Gods, if you weren't in this position, you would have laughed.
"Yes, because of sex!" He shouts straight into your face, he grips your cheeks with in hand, the hold painful to the point he leaves red marks on your skin. "Females exist only for one fucking thing. And you're not giving it to me."
"Let me go!" You cry out, protesting with your body, trying to escape from his strict hold. "Please... I don't know who you are anymore..."
He laughs cruelly, his eyes darkened, completely different to the ones you're used to. He puts his hands in his pockets, standing in front of you casually. Like he didn't just scream at your face those things. Like you're not sobbing in front of him, the one who is supposed to care for you, to love you. He turns around, walking out of the room as if nothing had happened, but you're too busy holding your face, still shaken by his violence, to notice.
After a few minutes you manage to calm down even the slightest bit, you are not sobbing anymore, even tho there are still tears wetting your marked cheeks. You follow his route. He must have exited the house because he is not in the kitchen, the only room connected by the door you just passed.
It's not empty, tho. A figure sits on the table, sipping coffee in a mug that looks extremely bitter. You recognise him almost instantly, his big wings too familiar to ignore.
"Hey." He must have heard you enter the room. He turns around, his voice soft and his eyes brightened by a smile. When he sees your tears and your red cheeks, it drops immediately. "What has he done."
It's not a question, you realise. He is mad, but not at you.
Never at you.
"Azriel..." It's the only thing you can manage to say, your voice trembling and broken.
It's a matter of istants: his arms are wrapped around your body tightly, supporting your body as you let go into a liberating cry.
You have no idea how long you stay like this, it could have been minutes or hours. He doesn't let you go even for an instant, and you find comfort in his warmth, in his familiar scent that wraps around you like a soft blanket.
"I always knew he was a dick." He declares, his words muffled in your hair.
You shake your head, at least you try, blocked by his chest. "Don't wanna talk about this right now." You explain, your voice still hoarse from the cries.
"It's okay." He whispers. "We don't have to." A smile appears on your face, a deep contrast with the tears that still wet your cheeks.
Only now you dare to detach yourself from the embrace. Your eyes seek his in almost a natural manner. "Az?" You ask.
"Yes?"
You know this is a bad idea, but you don't care at the moment. You feel your cheeks burning, you look at the floor, momentarily incapable of holding eye contact. "I need your help with something."
He poses a gentle hand on your face, forcing you to look at him. His voice is soft when he speaks, a tone that he reserves for you only. "Anything."
"He said that I'm not worth the wait." You start to explain. Azriel doesn't seem to understand the direction this conversation is taking, his eyebrows raised in a silent request to explain yourself further. "Like sex, you know?" You can only imagine how flustered you must look by the chuckle he lets out.
"Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you, sunshine. I'm laughing because he is such a dick." His thumb moves on your skin, a caress light as a feather. "So what favour do you need?"
"I..." You swallow loudly. "Can you teach me? Please?"
For a moment, he seems out of breath, surprised beyond words. It doesn't last long, and he quickly recollect himself. You almost fear another laugh, or judgement. Instead, when you look into his eyes, the only thing you find is reassurance.
"Teach you... how to have sex?" He asks, and you can't answer, still embarrassed. You only nod, not knowing what you want anymore, at this point. But you trust this man in front of you, and if there's something you know for sure, is that he won't let you down on a moment like this. "Y/n... you don't really want this."
"No, that's not true." You complain. Your teeth capture your lower lip, a gesture you tend to do often when you're nervous.
"But it is. You're asking just because of that bastard, you don't really wanna have sex. Especially with me."
"No, it's not, Az." You take a deep breath. "If there's someone that i want to..." You struggle to find the words. "I trust you with all of myself. I want you to do it."
He forces himself to take a breath, considering his options as it gets past his lips, then a little nod makes you smile kindly. He moves a hand, the one that was firstly on your cheek, and he interlocks his fingers with yours. "Okay." He gives in. "Are you sure?"
"Positive." His shadows cover the both of you, until everything around you is black. In some way, it stills effect you, even if you already did it a million of times. When you see light again, it's because of the big window in his room. You stagger, but he is ready to stabilise you. He is used to do it, the gesture comes in a natural way.
A silent tension lingers in the air, your cheeks still burn from the embarrassment. "What do I do?" You ask, unsure. You balance yourself on your feet, your lower lip bleeds from the force of your teeth biting into it. The metallic smell of blood fills the room, mixing with his scent.
He gets even closer, towering over you. Your body surprise you - his presence and his closeness affect you, yes, but in a good way. Like you want him near you, you want him to touch you. With one hand he moves a lock of hair behind your ear. He looks at you in a way that makes you feel like the only woman in Prythian. Makes you feel seen for the first time in your life.
"You don't need to be nervous, sunshine." He whispers so close to you that his breath warms your face. You hadn't realised he was this close until now. With his thumb, in a gentle way, he frees your lip from the painful grip of your teeth. It's a fingertip touch, really, but it makes your heart race, suddenly too aware of his closeness, all your senses heightened.
"Okay." You whisper back. He continues to caress the skin of your face with his thumb, so softly you can barely feel it. Then, when you thought he was gonna put some distance between the two of you, a kiss. It's nothing you haven't done before, and it's not a difficult kiss, too. It's slow and naive, a little appetiser before the real meal, but it still leaves you breathless.
Even when you broke away from the kiss, lips swollen and cheeks reddened for the both of you, his eyes never left yours. And you can see every single thought behind those beautiful hazel pupils, you can see how is soft gaze turns into something more raw, carnal. You recognise that look that you often saw in your boyfriend's eyes too, but at the same time, is so different.
Azriel's hold affection, warmth, they make you feel wanted and desired in the best way. His were just... lust. Carnal, yes, but there was nothing more than that.
"Are you-" You chuckle, your nerves finally calming.
"Az, if you ask me one more time that, you won't like what I'll do." Your answer causes a smile to spread all over his face, making him look ethereal. Why the hell have you never noticed the beauty of this male before?
"Lay on the bed, then." You nod, following his orders. He position himself right on top of you, putting his weight on his elbows, avoiding to hurt you. Your noses are almost touching, and this time, you kiss him first. You didn't think twice, with him everything comes natural. It starts innocently as some moments ago, but it quickly turns more heated.
He licks your lower lip, asking a silent question. A permission, perhaps. And you give it to him. His tongue meets yours in a slow, heated dance that taste just right.
"Hello there." He whispers once you break the kiss, short for air. His voice is muffled by the skin of your collarbone, his face hidden in it. "Hi, Azzie."
You can feel his smile on your skin, you're ready to giggle, a sudden happiness taking over you. But Azriel starts to kiss your neck, and the only sound that escapes your lips is a gasp. His kisses are slow and warm, he starts with your neck, then your exposed collarbone, and he goes lower and lower until he meets the fabric of your dress. At this point, you're not sure you are breathing anymore.
He looks at you in another silent question. You nod without hesitation. His hands are gentle as he pull down the little strap, taking is time and his lips never leaving your skin. It's only a matter of minutes and your chest is quickly exposed for his eyes. Your hands try to cover your body, but he doesn't let you.
"No need to cover, sunshine." His eyes wonder on your skin, leaving you on fire. He poses a kiss where your heart belongs. "You're so pretty. My pretty girl." He murmurs against your skin, his breath tickles you, giving you goosebumps . "He never deserved you anyway. Can i touch you, love?”
You nod so quickly that it makes your head spin.
His hands starts to caress you, is thumb grazes your nipple, making you moan. You almost feel ashamed, the sound tastes sinful on your lips, but his smile reassures you.
The more he does, the more you can feel the tension leaving your body, your muscles relaxing and your mind emptying. He focus on your breasts, his lips wrapping around a nipple, flicking around it with his tongue. The feeling is unmatched, you never felt like this before.
With his hand, he plays with your other nipple, feeling the skin under his fingertips in a motion that leaves you addicted, craving for more.
The feeling between your legs intensifies, you can feel yourself growing needier. His lips leave your nipple with a pop, making you groan frustrated. His chuckle caresses your skin, making you shiver.
There's a knot, as quiet as powerful as painful, that starts to tighten at the base of your stomach. Your desire starts to pool deeper inside of you, sliding slowly and deliciously like honey against your skin.
You can feel it in the air how much both of you want, need, this. You can feel it in the change of your scents. He smells muskier, now. More manly, more him.
"Don't worry, you're going to like this a lot more." You're almost confused. Your head spinning with desire makes it hard for you to think coherently, but he doesn't need words for what he's going to do.
His lips lower, tracing a path all over you stomach, until he arrives between your legs. Your breath catches in your throat, your back naturally arching, your hips bucking towards his lips. "Already so needy, aren't you?" He chuckles, and his breath tickles your center, making you moan.
You quickly cover your mouth with your hand, embarrassed with the way you're already so excited, and he didn't do even that much. "Nuh-uh, sunshine."
He looks up at you, your eyes meeting and for a moment you forget everything else. You forget your shitty ex, you forget the feeling of your cheeks burning from both desire and embarrassment.
"No need to." He explains, the tip of his nose brushes your lower stomach in a gentle gesture that makes you smile. "I wanna hear you, pretty girl."
You nod almost immediately. Following his orders feels natural to you, and you certainly won't complain. "Okay." You let out and before you can say anything else, his tongue lick your bundle of nerves and you forget everything again.
The feeling is unlike anything you have ever experienced before, and the moment his eyes meet yours, looking at you from half-closed eyelids with dilated hazel pupils, you know that there will never be anyone else for you.
Only him.
You can't describe what his tongue does between your thighs. He licks, bites, sucks. He touches your soul, makes you wrap your legs around his head every time his teeth graze your clitoris and make you moan louder and louder.
"Fuck." He pulls away from your center for a few moments, but his eyes never leave you. "You taste even better than I ever imagined."
His lips are pink, swollen, and glistening with your juices. When he notices your gaze on them, he runs his tongue over them, collecting the liquid in a gesture that makes you squeeze your gummy walls around nothing.
A frustrated moan escapes your lips, but before the breath can finish passing through them, his tongue returns to stimulate your most intimate area, making you scream.
He forces you to stay still with his hands clenched around your thighs in a grip so firm it's almost painful, digging his nails into your flesh, but the sensation adds to that knot in your stomach and tightens it even more.
You want to scream with pleasure.
Scream at yourself for depriving yourself of this, of him, for so long.
But he slides one hand away from your thigh, depriving you of that delicious pain, and before you can complain again with a drawn-out moan, he slips it between your legs, teasing your entrance, which spasms involuntarily around nothing.
You've never wanted anyone to touch you so much in your entire life. You've never burned so much.
His fingers collect your wetness, playing with you and teasing you while you can do nothing but moan uncontrollably and thrust your hips against his face, silently begging for more. It never seems enough, but how could it be when his tongue is devouring you as if you were his last meal?
"Look at yourself, Y/n." You can't, though. Your eyes roll back, no longer able to hold his gaze as he eats you with slow movements, a sweet torture that you soon know you won't be able to resist. "He would never have made you feel this way."
"Only you." You barely whimper. "It's always been you."
"Fuck, yes." He murmurs.
For the brief moment when his lips let you breathe, he brings his fingers to your clit, teasing it with circular, precise movements until you throw your head back and beg for something you don't even know yourself.
"Please..."
"Please, what, sweet girl?" He laughs. Slowly, and his laughter runs through your limbs like soft velvet, a caress that slips under your skin, between the flesh of your ribs. "Use your words, sunshine. I know you can do it."
Just like that, he dives back into your intimacy, but this time his tongue caresses your entrance, tracing its outline before slipping inside and sucking.
The sounds your wetness and your throat make are pure sin. The smell that fills the room - sex and pleasure - floods your nostrils and makes you arch your back so much that you can overcome the iron grip of his hands and push your hips against his face, pressing yourself against him in the dirtiest way you could ever imagine.
"I- I don't... I don't know."
It's the truth.
Pleasure has always been a foreign concept to you, and receiving so much of it all at once empties your mind, leaving you incapable of rational thought.
And the way his thumb and tongue move doesn't help.
"You want to cum?" he asks.
Your hands, which until now had been clinging to the blankets as if they were your lifeline, slide toward him, slipping between the soft, tousled strands of his hair.
You nod, biting your lip to stifle a small cry as he bites your inner thigh with his teeth. You're sure that tomorrow morning there will be a mark left by his teeth, but for some reason, the thought turns you on even more.
Knowing that you have such a vivid and physical reminder of this moment with you almost throws you into the peak of your orgasm, but it's not enough.
"Use your words," he orders.
You feel your cheeks burning as you clench your fingers around his hair in a silent plea to stop talking and go back to fucking you with his tongue.
"I- I want... it." You whisper, the words mingling with his heavy breathing and your desperate moans.
"What do you want, sweet girl?"
His thumb continues relentlessly, and there you are. You're one step away from falling into that oblivion that you can barely name, but that your body craves so desperately that you can't help but listen to it and follow your instincts.
"I..." His thumb circles, pressing against your little button with more force than expected. "Azzie..."
"Say it," he demands.
"I- I want to cum." You beg. "Please, Azzie. Make me cum."
And he does.
He throws his head between your legs and drinks your juices, his tongue moving rapidly - too fast for the first time your body has ever experienced an orgasm - but your muscles welcome him and you arch your back so much it hurts, but you don't care. There is only him.
"Yes." He sounds breathless. Completely lost in you. "Good girl. My girl is a good fucking girl."
"Azzie..." You moan. And you moan again, and again, and again. His name is the only word that sounds right on your lips right now.
"You'll get me fucking addicted, sweet girl, you know that?" He mutters, more for himself than for you, you think. Then he chuckles. "You won't go back to him, he wouldn't make you feel this way, anyway. You're mine, now, fuck."
"Please..." You can only pray. "Please... Azzie, don't stop. Please."
"Don't worry, sweet girl. I will take care of you."
Only now do you notice that he's moving his hips in time with his movements. Only now do you notice how his cock, constricted by his pants, rubs against the mattress, as desperate as you are for friction, for release from that tension.
That's enough.
The realization that he's pleasuring himself while fucking you with his tongue is enough to make you come.
And you've never felt anything like it. The knot in your stomach breaks.
The orgasm leaves you breathless. It hits you without warning. All it took was one unexpected movement from Azriel, and your walls began to tighten around his tongue and your clitoris began to throb under his thumb.
If you had control of yourself, of your mind, perhaps you would now be embarrassed by the sound of his tongue fucking you, by the screams escaping your throat, by the way your fingers find purchase in his hair.
You can't react, you don't have time. You spread your legs, pull his hair, and lose all awareness of everything. Of time, of the space you're in.
There is only you, your pleasure, the male between your legs who continues to torture you as if he hadn't just made you see stars.
When you snap back to reality, Azriel is still devouring you as if he wants to eat you whole, but he does it slowly, gently. As if it were an apology for the way he catapulted you into the unknown territory of ecstasy.
"Are you okay?" he asks you. His voice is so low, so hoarse, that it sounds like a growl. He leaves a sweet kiss on the inside of your thigh, where just before he had bitten you with such violence that it made your insides clench with excited anticipation.
A few seconds pass in which the only sound you hear is your heavy breathing. When you open your eyes again, the first thing you see is him.
You lift yourself up on your elbows, letting go of his hair and placing your hands on your stomach, which is rising and falling at an unbearable pace.
"I... I never... felt this... way." You manage to get out. But nothing more than that.
"I know." He's sweet. He climbs up your legs and you admire his rosy cheeks, his lips so red they look bitten, glistening with your juices. His eyes still hide that glint of desire, and suddenly the knot in your stomach tightens again, and this time it's even more painful. "Are you okay?"
It's not enough for you. You want more. You want him.
Your boyfriend is now such a distant memory that you call yourself stupid for even thinking of giving yourself to that man without first looking - really looking - at the man in front of you, who seems as destroyed as you are, and hasn't even been touched. He hasn't even taken off his clothes.
"Again."
"Again?"
You nod. You bite your lower lip, looking at the pillow under your head rather than his eyes. Your cheeks burn for whatever made you say such a thing out loud, and the weight of his gaze is impossible to bear, especially when his lips curve into a lazy smile that makes you throb between your legs - again.
"Want more."
"What did I say about using your words?"
You feel your cheeks burn, and you know you're blushing under the eyes—and body—of the male above you, who looks at you full of expectation and with pupils dilated with lust.
"I know, it's just..." You turn your head to the side, avoiding eye contact. "I don't even know what I... want."
"Y/n." He breathes. "Look at me, love."
He moves two fingers to your cheek, forcing you to look at him.
"What you did to me." You begin. "It was... good. Your comment makes Azriel chuckle. "I want it to be good for you too."
Azriel could feel his heart tighten at your words. He could. And he did.
But the feeling is accompanied by his cock throbbing against the fabric of his pants, his mind already wandering to you, to the way you're so small and embarrassed, and your first thought is still to give him pleasure.
He has to restrain himself. He has to physically clench his fingers on your bare hips, squeezing your skin, otherwise he would have maneuvered you like a doll and put you on your knees, your mouth full of his cock.
"Tonight is not about me." He traces a series of imaginary lines on your stomach, making you jump with the tickling mixed with the heat that builds up in your belly. "I want you to feel good, feel like you never did."
"You already did." You complain.
"Then let me do it again."
His shadows act in a matter of moments. His clothes disappear, leaving him naked in front of you.
You don't know where to look. Your eyes run over his skin, and he can feel them on him as if they were burning against him, as if they were trying to brand him in your mind.
You blush so much that your cheeks feel like they're on fire. Your gaze moves from his face to his chest, to his abdominal muscles, and finally to the area between his legs, where his erection is hard and throbbing against his stomach, the tip already slightly moist with precum.
You don't even know what's going to happen now, but your body seems to know better than you do.
"Azzie... It's... b-big." You widen your eyes.
"You don't have to be frightened. He reassures you, seeing the way you seem to pull back slightly. He has to suppress the sense of pride that explodes in his chest at your reaction. "Are you still sure you want this?"
You nod with almost frightening determination.
"Yes, please, Azzie."
He kisses you. His tongue meets yours and begins to explore your mouth, while his hands caress you everywhere. From your hips to your breasts to between your legs.
"Will it hurt?" You whisper on his lips, once the kiss is interrupted by your moan when his fingers brush your clitoris, making you rotate your hips for more.
Azriel doesn't feel like lying to you. He could never lie to a face like yours, looking up at him with wide eyes glistening with desire. "A bit."
"Do you promise you'll be gentle?"
Your concern is almost sweet. "I promise, love. I want it to be as pleasant as possible for you."
"And will you enjoy it?"
Azriel raises his lips at your umpteenth question. "Probably more than I should, pretty girl."
With one last kiss on your lips, he lifts himself up, sliding himself better between your legs and making sure your feet are crossed behind his back. With one hand, he grabs his almost angry-looking erection, perhaps a little arrogant, even, and for the first time slips it between the folds of your legs, without entering you.
The contact makes you both moan, and hearing him whisper your name in a hoarse voice has a decidedly intoxicating effect on you. You feel the wetness increase, spreading over your inner thighs and gathering at your entrance, where the tip of Azriel's cock teases you, never crossing that line you fear so much.
"So good..." you murmur when you feel him against your clit with a thrust of his hips.
Azriel has to fight the urge to roll his eyes back in his head at your moans and the way you chant his name under your breath as if it were a prayer. He also has to restrain himself from cumming like that, without even really fucking you, and painting your stomach and pussy white, marking you with his cum.
Without warning, he pushes his cock inside, stretching your walls so much that it feels like he's tearing you apart. "Are you okay?" He breathes against your lips.
He starts a trail from your face, down your jaw, to your neck, leaving wet, calm kisses to distract you.
"Hurts a bit." You whimper, trying to hide your face in his chest, but failing miserably, especially when he leans down again to take a nipple between his lips and suck, making you moan.
It takes a couple of minutes for the pain to turn into pleasure and the burning sensation to subside. Azriel hasn't moved an inch, but now you're becoming aware of every millimeter of him inside you. You can feel him in your stomach, you can feel every vein, every time it pulses.
You push your hips against his, bringing your bodies so close together that your clitoris touches the light fuzz above his cock, making your head spin for the millionth time. You're too embarrassed to ask him to move, but your movement speaks louder than a thousand words.
He starts to thrust slowly.
"Fuck," he mutters under his breath. Every time he pulls out until only the tip remains inside you, then pushes back into your wet, warm walls, a whispered curse escapes his lips, making you clench painfully around him. "Fuck, love. Keep clenching around me like that and—fuck..."
"Azzie..." You can't help but moan as he fucks you as if it were the only way to stay alive. "So good..." You whimper. "So big..."
"Y/n." He whimpers, his teeth gritted so much that it probably hurts. But Azriel's mind can only focus on how tight you are, on how much your walls are trying to milk him for all he's worth. It's embarrassing, really, how quickly he's sure he can cum.
His hands grip you everywhere in a desperate attempt to distract himself, your ankles lacing behind his back, pulling him even closer.
Every time he pulls out of your body, you whimper, saddened by the loss of the fullness his cock offers you, and then he pushes into you again, slamming his hips against your center. It's all too much, but at the same time, it's not enough. Your hands dig into his back, chest, arms. They search for something to hold on to as pleasure mixes with the pain caused by the force of his thrusts, and Azriel can see in your face how drunk you are on his cock.
He knows he should stop, slow down, take a deep breath, and start again more calmly. That this is your first time and you trusted him enough to give it to him, he find it sweet, really. But then you look at him through misty eyes, empty of thought behind your dilated pupils, and your lips part to let out the sound of his name, and then his hands grab your hips, squeezing until you moan, and he supports you as he fucks you with even more vigor.
He knows you're close. You feel it too.
Your walls are throbbing so hard that you're sure they've taken the shape of his cock. Every vein, every curve, is imprinted inside you. You feel the familiar knot in your stomach tighten, the tension increasing so much that it hurts.
"Azzie, I'm..." Your words are slurred, without coherent form. "Please, Azzie..."
You are so full of him that you feel the tip of his cock touching your stomach. You see it. The way your belly bulges when he enters you, the way his eyes don't know whether to look into your eyes, to look at your tits bouncing with the force of his thrusts, to look at your pussy as he fucks you.
"Fuck, love, look at—look at that." He's out of breath from the effort of restraining himself from turning you around and taking you from behind, coloring your back with white spurts. He runs a hand through your hair, pulling it back to angle your view toward your belly. He brings his other hand to your stomach, pressing where his cock bulges.
"Azzie, I'm..." You mumble. "So full."
"I'm gonna cum, Y/n." He warns you. His thrusts become more sudden, less rhythmic. Sloppy, even. His body collapses on top of yours and his pubic bone teases your clit.
You're close too, and he knows it.
"Together," you beg.
You make him smile against your neck as he bites your skin and then kisses it, as if to make amends.
"Sweet, sweet girl," he murmurs, still pressed against your skin. You feel his warm breath breaking against your collarbones. "You wanna cum with me?"
"Mhmm, yes, Azzie." Not only do you sound desperate, but your voice breaks just as you reach orgasm.
Your walls spasm around him as he growls at you, shifting his attention to your tits, taking a nipple between his lips and sucking it, helping you ride the wave of pleasure. Moments later, it's his turn.
He cums with your name on his lips, his voice hoarse and broken just like yours. You're still riding the aftershocks of your orgasm, your pussy still throbbing against him as he makes sure all his cum goes inside you, into your womb.
Silent moments pass. Only your heavy breathing breaks the peaceful silence.
"Are you okay?" Azriel asks you.
You almost feel like laughing. Okay is an understatement. So, instead of telling him how you feel, you let him feel it. You grind your hips against his, his cock still buried deep inside you, and you feel his cum spill out of you and stain your inner thigh, but you couldn't care less. Not while you feel that knot forming again, and the desire to experience the inexplicable sensations Azriel made you feel returns.
"More?" you plea.
Azriel chuckles, the sound hot and deep at the same time, so much that it carves into your flesh. "Oh, love. You have no idea what you have just started."
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A/n: hello beautiful ladies, I just wanted to hop here and say that english is not my first language and that I wrote this literally in two hours, so please be gentle and sorry if you’ll find any mistakes🙏
🫶🏻 summary: you should not always rely on Mor, even though you do have a sweet tooth.
author’s note: this is pure filth. one of my dirty little fascination about having a threesome with them. i’m shaking.
The sun was high over Velaris, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and the distant salt of the Sidra. You moved through the bustling streets with a skip in your step, your basket heavy with fresh fruit and vegetables, vibrant blooms, and—most importantly—the small, foil-wrapped parcel tucked secretly at the bottom.
Mor had been insistent. "It’s a new import," she’d whispered with a wink. "I know how big of a sweet tooth you have. You shouldn’t be the last one to try it."
The shopkeeper’s smile had been a bit too knowing when you purchased it, but you’d brushed it off. You were a simple creature: you saw high-end chocolate, you bought it. Maybe the woman was also a big sweet tooth.
It wasn’t the same sweetness, though, that you thought.
The training ring was a blur of sweat and the rhythmic thud of sparring sticks. Cassian was in a particularly "vocal" mood, barking orders at the priestesses while Azriel moved through the shadows like a silent, judging specter.
After hours of grueling drills, your muscles felt like jelly. You retreated to the kitchen, the promise of your hidden prize the only thing keeping your legs moving.
“You cannot be serious,” Cassian grumbled, leaning against the stone archway as he watched you unwrap the dark, rich square. He was shirtless, his wings tucked tight, skin glistening with sweat.
“It’s a reward, Cass.” You bit into it. It was divine—dark, velvety, and followed by a strange, blooming heat that settled instantly in your chest. “Oh, gods. Try it,” you offered, licking the remaining chocolate off your lips.
Cassian’s eyes tracked the movement of your lips. He was a sucker for anything you offered. With a huff of mock annoyance, he stepped into your space, snapping a piece from your hand. His eyes widened.
“Shit, Y/N. That’s... that’s something else.”
“Az?” You called out, noticing the shadows pooling in the corner. The Shadowsinger emerged, his expression unreadable, though his nostrils flared slightly.
“My arm is too tired to hold it out any longer,” you teased, dangling a piece between your fingers. Azriel stepped forward, his cool fingers brushing yours as he took the sweet. A low hum of approval vibrated in his chest.
“I owe Mor a drink for this,” you muttered, licking a stray smudge of chocolate from your thumb. You didn't notice the way both males went dead silent as they watched you. “I’m hitting the shower. I smell like an Illyrian.”
“Hey!” Cassian shouted, throwing you his middle finger, but you were already laughing.
The heat started as a flicker but quickly roared into an intense fire burning low in your belly.
By the time you reached the guest room, your leathers felt like they were made of sandpaper. Every movement caused the fabric to chafe against your skin, making your breath hitch. You turned the shower to a freezing spray, seeking relief. Instead, the first drop of water hitting your hardened nipple felt like an electric shock.
“Oh,” you gasped, arching your back.
Your skin was flushed, a deep rose hue blooming across your chest and thighs. Your pulse was a thrumming beat in your ears, and the ache between your legs had become a demanding, pulsing void.
You let your hands wander, your fingers slick with water. You weren't thinking about the thinness of the walls or the two winged boys just down the hall. You were only thinking about the heat, the way it made your skin flush without any relief.
Your fingers just weren’t enough.
The bathroom door didn't just open; it hit the wall with a violence that spoke of a loss of control.
You spun, water cascading down your front, to see Cassian. His hazel eyes were blown wide, the pupils swallowing the iris until they were black pits of hunger. He looked wrecked—his hair a matted mess, his chest heaving.
“What the fuck was in that chocolate?” he rasped, his voice a jagged edge of gravel and need.
Behind him, the shadows flickered. Azriel appeared in the doorway, his siphons glowing a lethal, cobalt blue. He wasn't moving with his usual grace; he looked tense, his jaw locked so tight you wondered if it would break.
The shame of you standing before them butt naked never came. Instead, the sight of them—raw, powerful, and clearly suffering from the same overpowering heat—sent a fresh jolt of electricity through you.
“Cassian,” you whimpered, your knees buckling slightly.
He cursed under his breath. He began stripping his clothes off with a feral desperation, his eyes never leaving yours. He stepped into the spray, his large hands reaching out to bruise your waist as he pulled you flush against his searing skin.
Over his shoulder, Azriel’s gaze met yours—dark, promising, and utterly predatory.
The air in the bathroom was thick with steam and the heady, masculine scent of the two males—cedar, cold mountain air, and a dark, spicy musk, but what made your head spin was the power of your mixed arousal filling the air.
Cassian’s hands were calloused and massive, bracketed firmly on your hips as he pulled you against the hard planes of his chest. The contrast of the freezing spray and his scorching skin made you gasp, your head falling back against his shoulder.
"You smell so desperate," Cassian growled into the shell of your ear, his teeth grazing the lobe. "You want us this badly?"
You whimpered, your fingers digging into his biceps. "I’m so horny."
Behind you, the click of the door locking was the only warning before Azriel stepped into the spray. You haven’t noticed that he undressed so fast and soundless, his tan skin soaked immediately. His shadows weren't receding; they were darting forward, licking at your skin like cool velvet tongues.
"Careful," Azriel’s voice was a low, dangerous silk that vibrated against your back as he pressed his chest to you. "You might find yourself in positions you cannot escape."
"I don’t think she wants to escape," Cassian countered, his grip tightening as he spun you around to face Azriel. He looked down at you, his hazel eyes burning with a mix of adoration and pure, unadulterated filth. "Look at her, Az. She’s basically begging."
Azriel stepped impossibly closer, your breasts flat against his hard chest, as his scarred hands reached out to cup your face. His touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the predatory hunger in his eyes.
"Is this what you want?" Azriel whispered, his thumb tracing the curve of your bottom lip, deep red as you bit down hard on them to contain your moans. "Both of us? Here?"
"Yes," you breathed, the word a confession. "Please."
Cassian let out a low, guttural sound as he kissed your neck and spun you around to face him again. He lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist by instinct. The friction of his shredded abs against your aching core was almost enough to send you over the edge right then.
"You heard her, Az," Cassian smirked, though his voice shook with his own restraint. "Stop being polite and help me take care of our girl."
The shower was a blur of slick skin and frantic hands. Cassian pinned you against Azriel, his mouth devouring yours with a hunger that spoke of years of suppressed tension. He tasted like the remains of the chocolate—bittersweet and addictive.
Meanwhile, Azriel’s scarred hands kneaded your soft skin, his hands sliding down your spine, following his mouth as he pressed soft, but hot and eager kisses. His shadows were everywhere now, wrapping around your wrists and ankles, holding you steady as the world tilted.
"You're so tight and so ready," Azriel groaned against the small of your back, his breath hot against your wet skin, as two of his fingers brushed against your aching hole, tentatively pushing in. You groaned loud against Cassian’s mouth, who swallowed all your groans and moans.
"Then fuck me already," you pleaded, arching your back as Cassian’s mouth moved down to your throat, his stubble scraping deliciously against your skin. Both men’s hardened cock pressed against you.
Cassian pulled back just an inch, his eyes searching yours, dark and primal. "We're going to, sweetheart. But we're going to take our time. I want to see exactly how long it takes to make you scream our names loud enough for the whole of Velaris to hear."
Azriel’s hands moved between your thighs, his fingers finding your center with lethal accuracy, again. "Starting now."
With a blink of an eye, a blur of tangled limbs and desperate gasps, your back met with the soft covers of the bed, immediately soaking through.
Cassian dropped you onto the center of the mattress, the dark furs swallowing you whole. Before you could even catch your breath, Azriel was there, hovering over the foot of the bed like a silent shadow, his wings flared wide to block out the rest of the world.
Cassian crawled over you, his heavy weight a grounding, delicious pressure. He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, his thumb stroking the racing pulse in your throat.
"Look at you," Cassian growled, his voice vibrating deep in his barrel chest. "Flushed, soaking, and shaking for us. You think you can handle two Illyrians, sweetheart? We don’t play fair."
"She’s stronger than she looks, Cassian," Azriel murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rasp as he crawled up behind you, his chest pressing into your back. "But I think she’s forgotten who she belongs to today."
"Remind her," Cassian commanded, his eyes locking onto yours with a possessive ferocity that made your toes curl. "Remind her exactly whose mark is going to be all over her skin by morning."
Azriel didn't need to be told twice. His hands, scarred and steady, moved with a lethal precision that Cassian lacked. While Cassian dominated your mouth, his tongue sweeping inside in a rough, demanding rhythm, Azriel’s fingers found the sensitive dip of your waist, his shadows coiling around your thighs to pull them wider.
"You're mine," Azriel whispered against the nape of your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "Every inch. Every shudder."
"Ours," Cassian corrected, breaking the kiss to look down at you, his face a mask of primal hunger.
You let out a broken sob of need as Cassian’s hand slid down, replacing Azriel’s fingers with his own thick, calloused ones. He wasn't gentle; he moved with the same relentless drive he used on the training ring. His fingers dwelled deep inside you, to which you responded with a loud cry and clenched down, as his tongue found your swollen clit and started to eat you out like a man starved. You brushed your fingers through his soaked locks, your thighs held wide by Azriel, who never stopped teasing your neck with brutally hot kisses, while his shadows played with your pebbled nipples.
"Please," you gasped, your back arching off of Azriel, who pressed a large palm against your stomach to stop you from escaping. “
I can't—"
"You can," Azriel promised, his voice a dark caress. He shifted, moving to the side slightly to press his forehead against yours, his darkened hazel eyes locking on yours. "You haven’t noticed the label on the chocolate, have you?"
Your fingers slacked against Cassian’s hair, but he never stopped licking and swallowing everything you had to give.
You whimpered as you pressed further into him, into Azriel. “N-no.”
“Aphrodisiac,” he whispered lethally against your ear, sending goosebumps down your spine, and cried out as your orgasm reached its breaking point.
The air in the room was stifling, charged with the static of Azriel’s shadows and the raw, radiating heat of Cassian’s massive frame. The aphrodisiac had done its work, but the two Illyrian commanders were doing the rest, their centuries of restraint snapping like brittle glass under the weight of your whimpers.
Cassian shifted, as he moved to kneel between your trembling thighs. He looked down at you, a feral, jagged grin cutting across his face, his chin glistening with your juices running down his throat. "Look at her, Az. Completely ruined and we haven't even started the best part."
He gripped your hips, his fingers sinking into your plush skin, marking you with the dark bruises of his possessiveness. "You want it, don't you? You want me to stretch you out and fuck you into oblivion until you can’t remember your own name."
You could only nod, thighs still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm, struggling to catch your breath.
"Words, sweetheart,” he growled, his voice a vibrating bass that rattled your bones. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do to this soaking little pussy of yours."
Before you could answer, Azriel’s warm, scarred hands slid under your back,laying you down against the pillows, while his mouth hovered over your chest.
The Shadowsinger murmured, his voice thick with want and need, every brush of his breath tore a little sigh from your mouth. "She wants to be filled. She wants to be claimed. She wants to feel every inch of us at once."
His mouth dropping to your breast, his tongue swirling around your pebbled nipple with a punishing pressure. At the same time, his hand drifted lower, his long, nimble fingers finding your clit and flicking it with a rhythm that made your vision go white.
You arched into his mouth, fingers moving into his hair to keep him there.
"You're so wet, Y/N," Azriel rasped against your skin, his shadows coiling around your ankles like ribbons to tie it to the sheets, preventing you from closing your legs. "You’re dripping for us. Is this what the aphrodisiac did? Or have you been dreaming of us taking you like this every night?"
"Both!" you screamed as Cassian finally aligned himself, the blunt, massive head of his length pressing against your entrance.
Your face was hot from your confession, but your body felt hotter from the both of them, how they managed to set you on completely on fire.
"Good girl," Cassian huffed, his eyes glowing with a terrifying, beautiful hunger. "Because I'm not going to be gentle. I'm going to fuck the shit right out of you, and Az is going to catch every scream."
With a sharp, guttural roar, Cassian buried himself inside you in one relentless thrust. Your breath hitched, your body stretching to accommodate his sheer size. He didn't give you time to adjust; he began to hammer into you, his wings snapping open behind him in a display of pure, dominant power.
The friction was agonizingly perfect. But then Azriel moved, his body pressing into your side, his mouth finding yours to swallow your cries while his own cock rubbed against your hip, teasing you with the promise of more.
"Open for me," Azriel commanded against your lips, his fingers sliding into your mouth, while his fingers pinched your nipples until you saw stars. "I want to feel you come on his cock while I watch you roll your eyes hard."
"Cassian!" you shrieked against Azriel’s fingers in your mouth, biting them slightly then soothing your tongue over them, while your fingernails bit into Cassian’s shoulders and his tattooed back, drawing thin lines of red.
"That's it," Cassian groaned, his pace becoming frantic, his hips slamming against yours with a wet, rhythmic slap that echoed off the walls. "Look at you, taking every inch with grace. Gripping me so hard. You like Azriel watching you, don’t you? You like us using your body, don’t you? You're our little addict, aren't you?" He cooed as his large hand slid up to your throat, while the other gripped your thigh with such force you knew bruises will litter your skin soon.
The world narrowed down to the sensation of being caught between them—the fire of Cassian’s thrusts and the ice cold precision of Azriel’s touch. Your climax built like a tidal wave, fueled by the aphrodisiac and the sheer, filthy reality of the two most powerful warriors in the Night Court devouring you.
"I- I'm going to—"
"Do it," Azriel hissed, his hand moving to your throat, clutching over Cassian’s, a light, grounding pressure as his thumb stroked your windpipe. "Come for us, sweet girl. Let us feel how much you need this."
With a final, shattering lunge from Cassian and a wicked flick of Azriel’s tongue against your ear, you broke. Your walls clamped around Cassian with a desperate, milking force that drew a choked shout from his throat. You spiraled into the darkness, the only thing keeping you tethered being the weight of two pairs of Illyrian wings wrapping around you, shielding you from the rest of the world.
The echoes of your screams were still bouncing off the walls when the air still vibrated with the desperate need of being filled more. The sweat on your skin felt like ice, but the fire in your veins hadn't been fully extinguished—and neither had the Spymaster’s.
Cassian was slumped over you, his forehead resting against yours, his breath coming in ragged, heavy lunges. He was spent, his massive wings draped over the sides of the bed like heavy velvet curtains. But behind you, the shadows weren't receding. They were thickening, pulsing with a dark, rhythmic intent.
"Move," Azriel’s voice sliced through the haze.
Cassian let out a low, rumbling chuckle, his eyes bleary but satisfied. "Greedy bastard. I left her wide open for you." He pressed one last, bruising kiss to your mouth before rolling off, his heavy limbs thumping onto the sheets beside you.
You didn't even have time to shiver before Azriel was over you.
If Cassian was a blunt force of nature, Azriel was a surgical strike. He pinned your wrists to the headboard, his scarred hands surprisingly cold against your flushed skin. He didn't move to fill you immediately. Instead, he stared down at you, his dark eyes glowing with a terrifying, beautiful lucidity.
"You think you’ve had enough?" Azriel whispered, his shadows rising up to coil around your throat, not squeezing, but buzzing against your pulse point like a thousand tiny electric shocks. "We’re not near done," he promised.
He leaned down, his nose brushing against yours. "I’ve spent five centuries listening to secrets, Y/N. I know exactly what sounds you make when you’re desperate. And I want to hear every single one of them again."
Azriel’s hands moved with a cruel grace. While his shadows kept your legs pinned wide—wider than Cassian had—he began to work you with his fingers. He wasn't rushing. He was exploring every sensitive, swollen fold of your core, his touch light as a feather one moment and punishingly firm the next.
"Look at how he left you," Azriel rasped, his voice dropping into a register that made your toes curl. "Stretched out and dripping. You’re a mess and you still want more, don't you?"
"Azriel, please," you whimpered, your hips bucking instinctively against his hand.
"Say my name again," he commanded, his thumb hooking into you, finding the spot that made your vision shatter. "Tell me how much of a ruin you are. Tell me you want me to finish what he started."
"I'm a ruin," you sobbed, the aphrodisiac still humming in your blood, demanding more. "I want you. I want you inside me, Azriel. Now."
He didn't give you a slow entry. He braced his scarred hands on either side of your head and drove into you with a single, sharp thrust that drew a jagged gasp from your lungs. He was different—longer, hitting depths that Cassian’s broader girth hadn't reached.
Azriel didn't move with Cassian's wild rhythm. He moved with a slow, agonizingly deep cadence. Each stroke was deliberate, his shadows licking at your skin, tasting your sweat and your arousal.
"You feel that?" Azriel hissed, his teeth catching the skin of your shoulder, but one of his palms pressed against your tummy. "That’s me. Deep and aching for you."
He picked up the pace, his wings snapping tight against his back, his breath hitching as he lost his composure. "We’re not stopping. Not while I can still make you shake like this. I'm going to fuck you until you’re a mumbling mess. Until you're too cock drunk to form literal sentences."
Beside you, Cassian reached out, his hand settling on your hip to steady you as Azriel hammered into you. "Look at her shaking, Az," Cassian groaned, his voice thick with vicarious heat. "So beautiful."
Azriel’s shadows roared, engulfing the three of you in a cocoon of absolute darkness. You couldn't see anything, but you could feel everything—the weight of them, the relentless, filthy promise in Azriel's movements as he drove you toward a second, even more violent shattering.
It wasn't just an aphrodisiac; it was a curse and a blessing wrapped in dark velvet. Just as Azriel’s shadows began to settle and he collapsed against your side, his chest heaving, the embers in your belly flared back into a white-hot roar. And as you felt the heavy, twitching weight of both males pressing into the mattress beside you, you realized they weren't done either.
A low, pained groan vibrated through the room. It came from Cassian. He sat up, his hair a wild thicket, his hazel eyes snapping to yours. He looked at the flush on your chest, the way your thighs were still trembling, and the way your fingers were mindlessly dragging through your soaked pussy, both males and your release oozing out of you, smeared over your thighs.
"You’ve got to be kidding me," Cassian rasped, though the grin spreading across his face was anything but annoyed. "It’s coming back in waves, isn’t it?"
Azriel shifted, his shadows snapping like whips against the headboard. He didn't say a word. He simply reached out, his scarred hand wrapping around your ankle and dragging you back to the center of the bed.
This time, there was no hesitation. No meticulous build-up. The heat was too high, the need too jagged.
Cassian flipped you onto your hands and knees, his large palms flat against your shoulder blades to keep you pinned to the mattress. He moved behind you, his thick thighs bracketing yours, his cock heavy and pulsing against your entrance.
"Look at her, Az," Cassian grunted, his voice thick with a new wave of lust. "She’s practically begging for it."
Azriel didn't wait. He crawled in front of you, his wings arching over your head to create a private, shadowed sanctuary. He grabbed your hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to tilt your head back so you had to look into those glowing eyes.
"Open your mouth," Azriel commanded.
As you obeyed, his thumb slid inside, playing with your tongue while Cassian drove into you from behind with a sharp, rhythmic violence. The sensation of being filled by one and tasted by the other was too much. You were caught in a vice of Illyrian muscle and relentless, filthy talk.
"That's it," Cassian hissed, his hips slamming into yours with a wet, heavy thud. "Take it all, sweetheart. I want you to feel every bit of me."
Azriel leaned in, his lips brushing yours, his voice a ghost of a secret. "And when he’s done, I’m going to make you come on my tongue until you're sobbing my name. We aren't letting you go."
The room was a symphony of skin on skin, the rustle of wings, and the most depraved promises whispered in the dark. Cassian’s pace became frantic, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you steady as he neared his limit. Azriel’s shadows coiled around your waist, pulling you tighter against Cassian’s thrusts, ensuring there was no escape from the pleasure.
"Oh gods, I’m gonna cum!" you cried out, your voice breaking as the third orgasm of the night finally crashed over you.
"We've got you," Cassian roared, his seed hot and deep inside you as he reached his peak.
"Don't close your eyes," Azriel whispered, his own hand moving between your bodies to flick your clit. "Watch me while you break."
The explosion was blinding. You collapsed against Azriel’s muscular thighs, sandwiched between them. The House of Wind was silent, save for the sound of three hearts trying to find their rhythm again.
Warnings: knife play, shadow play, oral s*x (on both parts), face riding, not protected penetration (p in v), fighting, dirty talk, Dom!Azriel, Switch!Reader, (if I forgot something, pls let me know).
It always started with a blade.
Tonight was no different, cold steel glinting beneath the moonlight, the dull thud of boots circling on stone, and Azriel’s golden gaze locked on mine like I was prey he’d already chosen but hadn’t yet decided when to devour.
The training ring atop the House of Wind was deserted, the city far below glittering like stars scattered across a velvet cloth. I moved in silence, muscles humming, sweat trailing down my spine as I twisted and swung. He blocked. Pivoted. Parried. Again.
“You’re holding back,” I said, breathless, catching the flat of his dagger with mine.
Azriel didn’t answer. He never did, not unless it mattered.
Instead, his shadows coiled near his shoulders, shifting like a creature half-asleep. Watching. Listening. Waiting for his command.
I shouldn’t have liked the way they watched me.
But I did.
And that was the problem.
“You’re smirking again,” I said, ducking his blade and aiming a low kick. He caught my ankle mid-air.
“I’m not.” His voice was gravel and silk, soft but scraping. He stepped forward, forcing me to hop on one leg unless I wanted to fall on my ass. “You’re imagining things.”
“I’m trained to observe. You’re definitely smirking.”
“And I’m trained to lie.”
Something like a laugh caught in my throat, but it didn’t make it out, because suddenly, he yanked my leg higher, and I lost balance. I went down hard, blade clattering from my hand. His knee pinned my thigh, one arm caging my wrists above my head, and gods, he was close. Heat radiated off him, sweat and shadows and the kind of tension that made every part of me tighten.
Azriel’s mouth hovered just inches from mine. He hadn’t smirked, but now, he looked like he wanted to do something far worse.
“Tell me what you see,” he murmured. “Since you’re so observant.”
My chest rose against his. His free hand reached for his dagger, not to threaten, but to lift it. He turned it flat and pressed the side of the blade gently to my collarbone.
I stilled.
The metal was cool against my heated skin, slow as it dragged across the curve of my throat. My pulse jumped, and his eyes locked on the fluttering beat beneath my jaw like he could feel it too. His shadows slithered low, almost possessive, curling around my thigh beneath my leathers.
“You’d let me do anything, wouldn’t you?” he asked, so softly I almost missed it.
“No,” I whispered.
But I didn’t move.
He smiled then, not smirking. Real. Devastating.
“Liar.”
The blade slid down to my sternum, stopping just above the swell of my breasts. No pressure. No pain. Just the unbearable promise of what he could do.
Of what he wanted to.
My breath hitched. His shadows stirred again, brushing the inside of my thigh like a question. I spread my legs just slightly, testing. Daring.
Azriel’s gaze darkened.
And then
— he pulled back.
The dagger vanished into its sheath, his body retreating like nothing had happened. Like my skin wasn’t still tingling, like I wasn’t still wet from the brush of his shadows and the look in his eyes.
He stood, offered me a hand, and said flatly, “We’re done for tonight.”
I didn’t take it. I climbed to my feet on my own, jaw clenched.
“You do that again,” I said, brushing off my pants, “and you better fucking finish it.”
Azriel’s hazel eyes lingered on my mouth for one second too long.
Then he vanished into the night.
Three nights later
I couldn’t sleep.
The House of Wind was quiet, too quiet, and I was too keyed up, every inch of me aching with unburned energy. I’d tried to distract myself. A book, a bath, a bottle of red from the cellar. None of it helped.
All I could think about was the weight of his body, the whisper of steel on skin, the look in his eyes like he wanted to ruin me slow.
So I went to the ring again.
Midnight wind howled over the cliffs, but I didn’t feel cold. I needed to move. To hit something. To—
“You never learn,” a voice murmured behind me.
I turned. He was already there, leaning against the archway like some ancient god sculpted from shadow and silent hunger.
“Neither do you,” I said, heart thudding.
Azriel walked toward me, slow, deliberate. His shadows wrapped around his boots like mist, and I hated how easily they obeyed him. How easily I wanted to.
“What are we doing here?” I asked.
“I think you know.”
“I don’t want to train.”
His eyes scanned my body once, lingering at my throat. “Neither do I.”
And then we were on each other.
His hands were on my hips, slamming me against the wall of the ring as his mouth crushed mine. No teasing. No testing. Just teeth and tongue and heat, like he’d been starving for me and I was the only thing that could satisfy it.
I moaned into his mouth, grinding against him, and fuck, he was hard already. I felt it through his leathers, thick and hot and demanding, and my hands fumbled to unbuckle him, desperate and shameless.
Azriel grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the wall.
“Slow,” he growled.
“You’ve made me wait long enough.”
“I’m not rushing this. You want me to use the blade again?”
I shivered.
“Yes.”
His lips curved against my neck. “Then behave.”
He dropped to his knees.
I gasped, grabbing his shoulders as he tugged my leathers down and off, peeling them like a second skin. His shadows slid in to help, teasing over my thighs, brushing my entrance.
When his mouth finally touched me, I nearly screamed.
Azriel ate like he had all the time in the world. Like he was memorizing every tremble, every whimper. His tongue circled, pressed, licked into me slowly, possessively, while his shadows held my legs wide, my arms above my head, keeping me open for him and only him.
“Fuck, Azriel—”
He groaned into me, and the vibration sent stars behind my eyes.
I rode his face like I was drowning and he was air, one hand tangling in his hair as his shadows slipped lower, curling between my ass cheeks and teasing just enough to make me writhe.
My orgasm hit hard, hips jerking, legs shaking. He held me through it, licking me slow as I came down, not stopping until I whined from overstimulation.
Then he stood.
His mouth glistened. His eyes were molten.
“Your turn,” I said hoarsely, sinking to my knees.
I knelt before him, still trembling from the orgasm he’d just wrung out of me, still high on the taste of his shadows dancing over my skin. My legs ached, my throat was dry, but I wanted more. I wanted him.
Azriel stood still, silent as a mountain god, watching me with melted gold eyes. His cock strained against his leathers, thick, leaking just enough that it had left a darkened patch. I reached up, unbuckled his belt with hands steadier than I felt. Each movement slow. Deliberate.
“I’m not breaking,” I whispered.
His head tilted, shadows curling around his shoulders. “You look like you already have.”
I smiled, wicked and slow, as I pushed his leathers down just enough.
His cock sprang free.
Hard. Thick. Veined. Long. So long. The tip was flushed, slick, perfect. My mouth watered.
“I’m going to ruin you,” I said, wrapping one hand around the base, giving him one firm stroke.
Azriel hissed through his teeth. “You can try.”
He didn’t touch me. He let me do what I wanted, which made it worse somehow, the stillness in him coiled like a viper. A male who knew his power and didn’t need to flaunt it.
So I used mine.
I licked the head first - just the tip - teasing my tongue around the slit until I felt him twitch in my palm. Then I licked lower, dragging the flat of my tongue down the underside of his shaft, savoring the weight of it. His cock jumped again, and I smiled against it.
“Stop teasing,” he growled.
But I liked teasing.
I took him into my mouth slowly, inch by inch, until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged a little, swallowed, pushed farther. He grunted, one hand finally tangling in my hair, not forcing, just there. Anchoring.
“You feel- fuck-”
I moaned around him, letting the vibration buzz through his length, and he swore again, this time in Illyrian.
I didn’t stop. I bobbed my head, sucked harder, used my hand where my mouth couldn’t reach, twisting at the base just as I hollowed my cheeks. His hips started to move, just slightly, a shallow thrust that betrayed how close he was to snapping.
“Don’t stop,” he said, voice hoarse.
I didn’t plan to.
But his shadows had other ideas.
They slid behind me, brushing between my thighs, again, teasing my sensitive, still-throbbing core. I gasped, and in doing so, nearly choked on him. Azriel pulled out instantly, hand cupping my cheek.
“You alright?”
I nodded. My eyes were glassy. My lips wet. I had never wanted someone like this, not like a lover, but like a fire I wanted to throw myself into.
“I want more,” I said, licking my lips. “All of it.”
Azriel’s shadows curled tighter.
And then - he stepped back.
He pulled a small, narrow blade from the sheath at his side. The one he’d pressed to my neck before.
My breath caught.
He walked around me slowly, until he stood behind me. I was still on my knees, bare, flushed, wet.
“Hands behind your back,” he said.
I obeyed.
He crouched behind me - close enough to feel the heat of him on my spine. I felt the kiss of the blade first - the flat edge sliding up my back, lifting strands of hair away from my neck. I shivered, but didn’t flinch.
“You trust me?” he asked.
“With the blade?” I said.
“With all of it.”
I turned my head to look at him. “Yes.”
Azriel kissed the back of my neck, just once, and that simple act made me ache.
Then the blade slid forward, tracing my collarbone, down to my sternum.
“I could cut the strings of your soul,” he whispered, “and you’d thank me.”
“I’d beg for it,” I said.
He hissed. “Fucking hells.”
The blade trailed down to my stomach, then lower, a whisper over my hip bone, the curve of my thigh.
Then he flipped it, pressed the hilt between my legs.
I gasped.
“Look at you,” he growled. “Dripping. Just from my shadows and steel.”
I whimpered, grinding against the cool hilt shamelessly.
Azriel’s hand snaked into my hair and pulled my head back gently.
“I want you on my face,” he said. “Now.”
I turned, breath ragged, eyes wide. “You want me to—?”
He was already lying back on the stone, wings spread, cock still hard and glistening against his abdomen.
“Ride my face,” he said. “I want to feel how sweet that cunt is when it’s smothering me.”
Mother Above, I moved.
I climbed over him, straddled his face slowly, and the second his tongue touched me again, I shattered.
He licked me like a starving man, his nose buried in my folds, tongue flicking my clit with practiced precision. I ground down against him, moaning loudly, openly. His hands cupped my ass, guiding me, pressing me harder against his mouth.
The shadows came again, swirling around my nipples, teasing them into hard peaks. I was overstimulated, overwhelmed, undone. My thighs trembled, my head fell back-
I came again. Loud. Wet. Shaking.
Azriel drank every drop.
When I finally collapsed beside him, gasping, he turned his head and said, “You think that was everything?” he asked, voice low and rough.
I smiled, dazed. “You mean you’re not done?”
“Not even close.”
He flipped me onto my stomach in one fluid movement. His cock pressed to my soaked entrance, ready, thick, desperate.
He leaned over me, one hand braced beside my head, the other steady on my hip. His voice was gravel-soft in my ear.
“Tell me you want this. Say yes, and I’ll give you everything.”
I turned my head just enough for our eyes to meet. “I’m yours,” I whispered. “I want you. I need you.”
He slid in slow. Deep. One inch at a time.
And fuck, he was huge.
I arched, groaning, clawing at the stone as he bottomed out.
Azriel leaned over me, mouth at my ear. “Now you’ll feel what my shadows already know.”
Azriel filled me slowly, a deep, grinding thrust that split me open in the most delicious way. I gasped, clutching at the stone floor beneath us, my cheek pressed against the cool surface as his hips met my ass.
“Fuck,” he groaned against my neck. “You feel…”
He didn’t finish. He just growled, low and hoarse, and started to move.
Slow at first. Purposeful.
Each thrust was a stroke of fire, thick and hard and dragging against every nerve inside me. My thighs were already sore, my body slick with sweat, my skin tingling from the memory of his shadows and tongue.
But Azriel wasn’t done with me.
He braced his hand beside my head, his other palm sliding beneath my waist to lift my hips just enough, angling me perfectly. When he thrust in again, I yelped.
“Right there?” he asked, voice rough, amused.
I nodded furiously, barely able to form words. “Don’t stop. Please-”
He didn’t.
He pounded into me with a brutal rhythm, all control gone, shadows writhing around our bodies like living threads of heat and silk. Every sound he made was raw - panting curses, moans that turned into snarls.
I wanted to crawl inside that sound.
His name tore from my throat as his fingers reached around and found my clit, rubbing tight, perfect circles that made my vision blur. The pleasure climbed too fast, unbearable.
“Azriel, I’m- I’m gonna-”
“Cum for me,” he ordered. “Let me feel you.”
I shattered.
Everything went white, the force of it so intense I collapsed beneath him, body convulsing around his cock. My pussy clenched so tight it pulled a broken groan from his lips, and he faltered, losing pace.
He didn’t stop thrusting. If anything, he slammed deeper.
Azriel’s rhythm became frantic, harder, rougher, until I could hear the slap of skin on skin, the wet sounds of my arousal coating him. His breath was ragged at my ear.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled. “So wet. You were made for this. For me.”
He pulled out, just in time, and flipped me again, dragging my legs over his hips as he lined up and slammed back into me from above.
I cried out, overstimulated, sensitive, but hungry for more.
He kissed me, messy, deep, open-mouthed, as he fucked me through my third orgasm. I arched beneath him, nails digging into his shoulders, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes from the sheer intensity of it.
And still, he didn’t stop.
“You’re going to make me cum,” he hissed. “Where do you want it?”
I whimpered, biting his jaw. “Inside.”
His body shuddered.
“Fuck- are you sure?”
“I want to feel it. All of it.”
That did it.
Azriel groaned, long and broken, as he pushed in deep, buried to the hilt, and came. I felt it, hot pulses flooding me, his cock twitching deep inside as his body trembled above mine.
It was devastating. Beautiful.
He stayed there for a long moment, panting against my neck, shadows curling around us both like a blanket. One of his wings draped protectively across my body.
I stroked his hair gently, kissing his temple.
“I didn’t know shadows could be this… tender,” I murmured.
“They’re only tender with those they trust,” he replied, breath warm against my skin.
We lay tangled together, a sweaty, spent mess of limbs and pleasure and silence. His scarred fingers found mine, lacing them together over my stomach.
“You really didn’t hold back,” I said with a breathless laugh.
“I don’t when it matters,” he said simply.
He looked down at me, eyes half-lidded. “You’re not going to walk straight tomorrow.”
I smiled. “Good.”
His shadows hummed in agreement.
After a while, Azriel sat up, muscles rippling as he stretched. He reached for the blade, still gleaming faintly nearby, and sheathed it again with reverence.
“Do you want to go another round,” I asked, voice hoarse, “or are you finally satisfied?”
Azriel gave me a look that made my whole body tighten.
“Not even close.”
And just like that, he pulled me into his arms again, shadows rising like smoke around us.
This time, it was slower. More intimate.
But no less intense.
Because with Azriel, the dark wasn’t something to fear.
It was something to worship.
A/N: My first smut!!! Hope you guys like it, and if you do pls let me know in the comments.
Summary: A Third Year gets too handsy during grappling practice, and Xaden reminds the entire room who you belong to.
You didn’t think much of it when the Third Year, a guy named Merrick from Second Wing, offered to help correct your grappling form.
"You're too stiff here," Merrick said, stepping behind you. He placed his hands firmly on your hips, his fingers digging in slightly as you adjusted your stance. "You need to move with the momentum, not against—"
The temperature in the gym plummeted instantly.
The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and impending violence. You felt the hair on your arms stand up before you even saw the shadows. They didn't just pool on the floor; they shot across the mats like striking vipers, curling aggressively around Merrick’s ankles.
Merrick froze, his hands dropping from your waist as if you’d suddenly caught fire.
"I suggest," a voice of pure, silken malice cut through the room, "that you take a step back."
Xaden stood at the edge of the mat. He wasn't wearing his flight jacket, and the muscles in his arms were corded tight as he crossed them over his chest. His face was a mask of deadly calm, but his eyes were blazing with a dark, possessive fury that promised bloodshed.
"I was just showing her the hold, Wingleader," Merrick stammered, backing away until his heels hit the edge of the ring.
"She has instructors for that," Xaden said, his voice dropping an octave. He stalked forward, the shadows parting for him. He didn't stop until he was standing exactly where Merrick had been, shielding you from the rest of the room. "And if you ever touch a member of my squad like that again, you won't have hands left to grapple with."
Merrick scrambled away without another word.
Xaden turned to you, the lethal edge in his eyes softening only slightly as his gaze swept over you, checking for... well, his fingerprints.
"Reset your stance," he ordered roughly, stepping in close, his hands settling on your waist with a claim that burned through your leathers. "And look at me. Only me."
