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[rhysand-vs-fenrys]

NSFN Headcanons: Nesraq Creampie

Nesryn didn’t mind the uninhibited parties that came on the heels of formal dinners in the capitol.

Her first- the one she’d attended so long ago when she was still... attached to Chaol opened her eyes somewhat.

She’d been a bit prudish about the whole affair- how the drugged braziers with their cloying smoke were brought out along with cushions and those servants who were willing to sleep their way into a better position.

Sartaq, at that first banquet, had guided her to a seat set beside open windows, so that they could watch the display unfold with sober minds.

That was when she started to understand.

It was easy to turn her nose up and say that intimate relations belonged behind secure doors, but quite another to watch it all unfold in front of her.

To sit beside Sartaq as chatter turned to murmurs. Murmurs to that unique, charged silence that stretched on as tongues found their way into mouths or along necks. The light gasps that peppered the room. The heady moans from those who were too far gone in the allure of the smoke to bother moving themselves towards a bedroom.

That first party she and Sartaq sat off to the side and watched as the room lost control. As the stiff formalities melted away beneath that heady smoke.

Those stifled moans of elite and servants alike sent shivers through Nesryn even now. 

She and Sartaq always picked an alcove, and while the burning herbs made her mind cloudy and lowered her inhibitions a bit, she would find herself rubbing Sartaq through the silks of his robes.

They would be the next emperor and empress of the Southern Continent, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t touch her husband at a party in the royal palace.

Nesryn wore long flowing pants most of the time, but at these parties she would don the style of the royal household. It wasn’t only for the sake of the formal portion of the banquets.

Though the court indulged in hedonistic pleasure en masse, it was uncouth for anything overt to happen.

Dresses rippled and ladies gasped as fingers found their way beneath skirts. Hands slid down the front of pants to stroke and tease.

Nesryn knew she wasn’t the only brazen one though.

She would slide over to perch on Sartaq’s lap, pretending to watch the show as she reclined against him. As his hands performed the traditional duties of holding his wife’s breast through that thin fabric. Stroking her thigh, edging dangerously close to the apex.

But the traditional dress was made up of flowing panels that overlapped. Silk that could be shifted.

No one needed to know that when Nesryn sat on her husband’s lap, his cock slid into her.

Anyone watching could see the future Empress slowly grinding herself against him. The way their eyelids grew heavy and their faces flush. But so what? Everyone was grinding against someone by that point. No one could see that they were connected.

Nesryn would keep her movements small as she listened to the stifled moans throughout the room. So many people putting on a show to hide their pleasure.

Including her.

Every once in a while someone would forget themselves and there would be a loud sound of body against body, the loose cry of someone giving in to their body’s desire.

Nesryn could be quiet when she needed to. She would watch as the crowd slowly thinned. As couples or groups slipped away to somewhere they wouldn’t need to be so discreet.

As the room emptied, the ones who were left burned with the drugged smoke. The haze grew thicker as the evening wore on, its effects stronger.

Soon the cries weren’t so soft. Breasts found their way out of dresses. Individual couples would forget themselves and inch ever closer. Until two became four.

Sartaq slowly fucked Nesryn throughout the show. Like those remaining in the banquet hall, they too became less subtle about what they were doing. He would reach beneath her skirts and stroke her knot as his cock ground against her inner walls.

Nesryn was quiet when she came in the dark room. She would shudder hard around her husband and bite her lip as she watched a man fuck his servant while that man fucked the first’s wife.

Bodies colliding.

Gasps and cries of passion stirring in the room. Hedonism turning to debauchery.  A sensual evening into an orgy.

When Sartaq came in his wife he did so without containing his sound. His cry of passion was never out of place by that point. No one dared approach the half-hidden alcove, but anyone else still in the room would see one another as a possible liaison.

So Sartaq didn’t share Nesryn’s shy desire to be quiet. 

He would come however he wished to- loudly or quietly- as he filled his wife with rope after rope of hot seed. As he gave in to the desire that made human men no different than fae males- the desire to breed his female. To fill her over and over again.

They were usually the last to return to their rooms. Nesryn and Sartaq wanted to watch the whole show available in the banquet hall. To watch as Nesryn slowly ground herself on her husband. As she came once- twice- maybe even three times if she was lucky.

As Sartaq released into her depths loud enough for the whole room to hear.

Months might go by between such parties. They certainly didn’t wait for them to come around before Nesryn mounted Sartaq.

But there was something special about those nights.

About the heady aroma of the smoke.

And the delicious sins that drew everyone in.

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