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Ahhh! Here's part two of "Taste, the First Offering." Apologies for taking so long to release part 2! Read Part One here!
Eris stepped inside, already loosening his collar and muttering something under his breath about ledgers and grain yields. He crossed the room with familiar, unhurried steps and came to stand beside the tub, still half lost in his own thoughts as steam curled softly around him.
He looked down at you and smiled, his copper hair seemingly aglow in the soft faelights. "Hello, my love," he murmured, his hand stretching out to stroke your face. You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes and beginning to relax. "How was your day?" Eris asked, his voice still soft as he settled into a crouch beside the tub.
You hummed thoughtfully, letting the warmth of the bath soothe your nerves before answering.
"It was a pleasant day," you said. "I took inventory of the household stores, sent a letter requesting a meeting with the village leaders so we can begin planning the new orphanages, and spent part of the afternoon strolling through the gardens with my ladies."
A faint smile touched Eris's lips.
"The orphanages again," he murmured, and there was unmistakable pride in his voice. "You've scarcely been Lady of the Autumn Court a year, and already you've managed to convince half my court that caring for abandoned children is a matter of state."
Heat rose to your cheeks, though this time it had nothing to do with the hidden book beneath the towels. "Someone ought to," you replied quietly. His amber eyes softened.
"They are fortunate to have you."
Your heart warmed at the simple praise. It gladdened you that Eris trusted you to have the best intentions for the Court and its people. You vowed never to stop doing your best for all of its inhabitants, big or small. After a few moments of comfortable silence, you decided it was time to end your bath. The book, for the moment, had slipped entirely from your mind.
"Dear," you said, smiling up at Eris, "would you hand me a towel?"
"Of course."
Rising to his feet, Eris reached for the neatly folded stack beside the tub. He lifted the top towel, only to pause as something dark purple peeked out from beneath the remaining linens. One copper brow arched. "What is this?" he murmured.
Your blood turned to ice.
Before you could think of a single excuse, or even tell him to leave it alone, he grasped the object by its spine and pulled it free. The deep purple leather cover caught the glow of the faelights, its orange-embossed lettering impossible to miss.
“The Secrets of Silk and Flesh”
You considered drowning yourself. Further adding to your mortification, Eris flipped open the book and began reading aloud.
"'Our sense of taste belies many secrets to us. It is not merely the tongue that knows pleasure, but the heart that learns it first, through trust, through patience—'"
His voice faltered and his amber eyes flicked farther down the page. "...through the courage to be near another without fear." Silence. Then he slowly turned another page and you could see as his gaze landed upon the accompanying illustration. Your eyes widened.
"Eris," you squeaked as his mouth curved into a wicked grin. "Oh, my love," he purred, the smirk widening. "I did not realize you desired books that were so... educational."
You made a sound somewhere between a strangled cat and a dying goose. "Give me that!" you cried, lurching out of the tub in a spray of water. Eris looked up just in time to see you charging toward him, dripping from head to toe. With a startled laugh, he stepped back on instinct, holding the book just beyond your reach.
"Now, now. I only wished to see what had made my lady so flustered," he protested, as you stomped over and finally snatched the book from his hand. "Well, stop that!" you huffed, hurling the offending tome onto the bathing chamber counter.
He laughed again, and this time he caught you by the shoulders, drawing you close. Your wet skin soaked through his linen shirt; he paid it no mind. Instead, he tipped your chin up with one finger, studying your face with maddening attention.
"Why don't you show me what you've learned today, hmm?" he whispered, leaning in until your noses nearly touched.
You shuddered at the intensity in his voice. Am I really going to do this? you wondered. What if I make a fool of myself? As though sensing your spiraling thoughts, Eris smiled softly.
"It's alright, my love," he murmured. "Take it slow. However you want this, I am your willing participant."
Damn him. You could never deny Eris anything, not when he had never denied himself to you. He had entrusted you with all of him. He had shown you all the pieces of himself, the broken pieces, the noble ones, and everything in between. He had laid them all bare because he knew you were the only person who truly understood him in the end.
Drawing a steadying breath, you lifted your gaze to meet his amber eyes. "Go to the bedroom," you said.
Eris smiled at you once more before giving a theatrical bow and slipping out of the bathing chamber. You lingered for a few more heartbeats, drawing several slow, steady breaths to calm the frantic flutter in your chest before finally following him.
The bedroom was cloaked in warm shadows, the crackling fire in the hearth serving as the room's only source of light. Amber flames danced across polished wood and rich autumn-colored fabrics, casting flickering light over everything they touched.
Eris stood at the foot of the bed, leaning against the carved footboard, his shirt only halfway unbuttoned. He looked entirely too relaxed for this. You swallowed the away anxiety forming a lump in your throat, then crossed the distance between the two of you. Stopping in front of him, you kept your face neutral and maintained eye contact as you sank to your knees.
Eris murmured, "You're so beautiful."
You hummed in acknowledgment and reached out, your fingers beginning to undo the laces of his breeches. Eris said nothing as he let you work him out of his pants, cock already half hard. The head beginning to turn a dark red and glisten with need. You stroked him once, dragging your thumb over the head. You heard Eris give a small, sharp intake of breath as he started to bring his hands up to tangle in your hair.
"Wait," you breathed, looking up into his burning eyes.
They flickered for a moment, repressed need dancing within them, but he obliged and clasped his hands behind his back. A small smile curved your lips as you returned to stroking Eris’ length, increasing the pressure of your strokes, smearing the precum all over the head. You could feel Eris’ thighs starting to shake, the muscles in them bunching and cording the more you played with his sensitive tip. Remembering the illustration from the book, you placed your free hand on his thigh, feeling the power rolling around beneath your palm.
With sudden impulse, you released your hold on Eris's cock, watching as it sprang free, erect and rigid as a sword. Eris gasped, his breath catching in his throat. "What are you—?" he started to ask, but before he could finish, you grasped his cock once more, pulling him into your mouth. Your lips enveloped the tip, silencing his words with a moan of pleasure. Swirling your tongue around the head, you savored the taste of him before positioning yourself closer and beginning to suckle gently, hand steady on his thigh as his cock throbbed and leaked precum into your warm, wet mouth.
After a few moments, you decided to intensify the pressure of your mouth. Sucking him deeper, Eris's cock bumped the back of your throat, eliciting a slight gag, causing Eris to swear softly, his head thrown back in pleasure. You reveled in the sight of his reaction, knowing that you alone could push him to the brink of losing control. A deep heat sparked low within your tummy, wetness starting to pool between your thighs. You squeezed your thighs together, taking a moment to steady your breath and relax your throat muscles, determined to take even more of him.
Eris swore, and forgetting your previous instructions to keep his hands to himself, grasped your hair in his hands as he slipped deeper into your throat.
“Fuck!” he swore loudly as he arched into your mouth, back bowing as he pushed you down on to him.
Your eyes burned with tears, but you remained steadfast in your desire to take all of him in. Curling both hands around the backs of his thighs, you pulled Eris closer to you and then slowly pushed him back.
This motion continued for a few minutes, Eris slowly fucking your throat, your hands subtly setting the pace. You moaned when your nose finally touched the trail of rust-colored hair that traveled from the base of his cock up to his navel. Eris swore again through gritted teeth as the noise vibrated down the length of him, causing his cock to throb again against your tongue. Suddenly Eris pulled himself free of you, making you choke slightly in protest.
Coughing, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, and looked up at Eris through teary eyes. His breathing was erratic, his normally perfect hair mussed and sticking to his temples with sweat, his amber eyes blown with desire. Reaching down, he pulled you to your feet, and spun you in the direction of the bed.
“On the bed” he practically growled, before toppling the both of you onto the downy mattress, restraint be damned.
You squealed in protest as Eris pulled you on top of him, as he started to kiss you hungrily, his hands gripping you tight enough that you were sure to bruise. He broke the kiss after a few moments, teeth biting into your lower lip, before leaning up and whispering into the shell of your ear: “I think it’s time to move on to the next bit of your education, hmm?” You shuddered before nodding your head “yes”, your body on fire, every nerve ending sparking with need.
Shifting your weight around, you turned until you were facing the foot of the bed. Eris’ cock jutted up to your face, leaking and temporarily forgotten. You had barely begun lowering your mouth back on to the neglected length before Eris had swiftly parted your thighs with his hands and buried his face into your now sopping cunt. You gasped, your mind stopping working for a brief moment as Eris licked long, languid strokes with the flat of his tongue over your folds.
Shaking, you closed your mouth over Eris’ tip, willing yourself to take him further into your mouth even as Eris began his ministrations on your puffy clit. The sensations were incredible. The both of you flowed together seamlessly, neither one of you giving or taking more from the other. When one moaned, the other did so as well. A perfect call and response, your bodies moving in rhythm together.
When Eris shoved two fingers in your pussy while continuing to lick, you increased the intensity of your sucking. When he curled his fingers inside of your velvet walls and hit that spot inside of you, you moaned before withdrawing to focus your attention on his head. Give and take. Ebb and flow.
The pleasure started to rapidly build between your legs the longer this song and dance went on, and you barely had time to gasp out a warning before the dam broke and you were covering Eris in your juices, cunt fluttering like a bird's wings. Eris’ release followed soon after, his thighs shaking with tremors as he spilled hot white lines down your throat as you swallowed without complaint.
You both lay there for a moment, neither of you speaking, the only sounds filling the room, the low hum of the fire, and your uneven breathing slowly settling. Then Eris shifted beneath you, and you finally rolled off him, settling against his side on the bed instead. You both gazed into each other’s eyes for a long moment before Eris spoke, his voice slightly rough.
“You were braver than you thought,” he said, the words landing like truth rather than a statement.
Your chest tightened at that, something in you softening and rearranging itself at the edges as you tried to comprehend it. His hand found yours, fingers threading through yours with comforting ease.
“And that book,” he added after a pause, a faint trace of amusement in his voice, “has a great deal to answer for.”
When Azriel and Gwyn finally kiss, it won’t be a lustful kiss. It will be a kiss like a prayer, gentle and thorough. An answer to a 500 year old question. It will be trembling hands and eyes filled with tears. And for all his self-loathing, there won’t a single doubt in Azriel’s mind that it is right. That he is exactly where he is meant to be.
Announcing the newly mated couple: Gwyneth Berdara and Azriel Shadowsinger 💖🎶💖
These two celebrated with a quiet, peaceful ceremony surrounded by their loved ones 💖 May their love continue to shine and glow as brightly as the mating bond between them ✨️
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