#gwynriel smut

[aldbooks]

Gwynriel Day 12 - NSFW

A Court of Shadows - bonus chapter

I had proposed the idea at some point in the story of a bonus chapter featuring fire play which I decided to save for Gwynriel weeks. This particular chapter can be read without any major spoilers of the story.

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Tugging on the knot to ensure it was secure, Gwyn’s fingers slid up, caressing the inside of Azriel’s wrist, watching his fingers curl and stretch toward her touch. She carefully wiggled two fingers under the thick, silk ribbon to check he had enough room. “Feel good?” she asked.

He hummed his agreement, his head hanging over the back of the chair as he watched her work. Standing, she allowed him a quick kiss. “Words, Shadowsinger,” she scolded, using the same reprimand he used when he was in control. He smirked.

“Yes, dove. You’re getting good at that.” His tone was a mix of pride and wariness. 

Gwyn chuckled lightly. “I learned from the best.” Another quick kiss and then she stepped back, studying her handiwork, walking around him in a slow circle. She’d selected a chair with a low back that allowed his wings to hang freely and comfortably. His hands were bound together at the wrist and secured to either of the back chair legs, limiting his movement, just as his ankles were securely bound to the front legs. And he was beautifully, gloriously naked.

“Secure enough?” she asked. She watched, biting her lips as his muscles flexed, testing her knots. 

After a moment, he looked up at her with a crooked smile. “I could get out of them if I wanted, but they’ll work for our purposes.”

“Good,” she grinned. “Do you like the new ribbon?”

“Yes… I see it wasn’t the only thing you bought today.” His eyes slid over her body as she stood before him, his heated gaze bringing a slight flush to her skin. 

Smirking, Gwyn turned, giving him a view of her backside as she strode for the bag of ‘supplies’ she’d picked up in Velaris that morning when she’d gone shopping with the girls before she and Az had shut themselves away in their seaside cottage for the next week. Her friends had given her many raised eyebrows and knowing smirks with every purchase but mercifully refrained from any lewd comments. 

She was very much looking forward to the next few days.

Az sucked in a breath, growling slightly as she bent over to rummage through one of the bags and she hid a smirk as he got an eyeful of the lingerie she’d purchased in the same cobalt blue of his siphons that had been specially designed for ‘easy access’. Rising back to standing, she showed him the items she’d selected. A bottle of scented oil and a black silk blindfold. 

He raised a brow as she stopped directly in front of him, close enough to touch- if he had the use of his hands. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked him for about the fifth time that evening. She could feel his nerves through the bond, could feel the way he trembled slightly as he breathed in slow and deep and nodded. 

“Yes. I don’t want to be scared of your fire, Gwyn. I know you won’t hurt me- I trust you.”

Her heart squeezed at the open, vulnerable expression in his eyes. He’d come a long way since he’d begun therapy and she knew that, while it was still difficult to be so honest and open about his fears and insecurities, he was trying. And that’s all she’d ever asked of him. Laying a hand on his cheek, she bent down and kissed him thoroughly. He sighed contentedly when she pulled back.

“Safe words?”

Smiling, he nuzzled his nose against hers. “Mercy to pause. Red to stop.”

She gave him one more quick peck before pulling away entirely. “Good.” Holding up the hand with the blindfold, she let it unfurl. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

With that word, her entire demeanor changed. Her body took on a looser, seductive quality as she leaned her weight into one hip, exaggerating her curves as her face became a mask of command. Azriel’s eyes darkened with vicious delight. 

“From now on,” she said, pitching her voice slightly lower into the smoky timbre he liked. “You will address me as My Lady. Understood?”

“Yes, my lady.” His lips curled upward just the slightest bit as she nodded and sat the bottle between his spread thighs on the seat before moving around behind him once more. Slipping the blindfold over his closed eyes, Azriel obligingly tilted his head forward so she could tie the ribbon behind his head. It had been designed to fit snugly over the contours of his eyes and nose to completely block out light without putting extra pressure. He hummed appreciatively as she adjusted it into place and he moved his head around experimentally to test it out. 

“You like?”

“I do. I might have to get a few more of these,” he said thoughtfully. Gwyn shook her head. Always the Spymaster. 

“Good, now, sit still.” Azriel obediently stilled. Lifting a hand, one of his shadows brought the bottle of oil to her and smiled at it, smoothing a finger over it as it wrapped itself around her. “Thank you darling,” she cooed. Pouring some oil into her palm, she handed it back to the shadow. “Hold on to that for me, would you?”

It twirled- a movement she’d learned was the shadows version of nodding, and hovered to the side, ready to hand the bottle back to her when she was ready. Azriel muttered over his shoulder, “traitors.” and his shadows vibrated as though laughing. 

Gwyn couldn’t help her grin.

“Relax,” she purred, spreading the oil between her hands and pushing her power into her palms to warm it up. She’d developed an immunity to heat and fire once her powers had manifested- she’d also lost her tendency to burn in the sun, much to her amusement- a fact she’d taken full advantage of during the summer, laying out on the beach behind their cottage until her skin had darkened to a warm golden hue. Azriel had nearly pouted when her freckles had begun to blend into her darker skintone and demanded she stop getting so much sun.

Because of this loss of sensitivity, she again held out a hand, allowing one of his shadows to dart forward and test the temperature. Once it twirled away in approval, she reached forward and- without warning- smoothed her hands along the arch of either wing. Azriel immediately jerked, his head dropping back in a growl. He cursed under his breath but said nothing else so she kept going, reaching as far as she could until her chest was pressed up against his back as she stretched her arms to either side. 

With his head resting on her shoulder, she nipped her teeth along the lobe of his ear as her hands worked in long, slow strokes until she felt his tense muscles slowly relax under her touch. Occasionally she pushed more pulses of heat through her palm, feeling him momentarily tense then relax as she worked her way over the stiff spines of his wings and the sensitive membrane until she felt the oil dissipate. Holding out her hands, the shadow holding the bottle of oil helpfully poured more into her palm. 

Azriel began to grow restless at the loss of her touch and she kept him distracted with kisses along his neck and jaw as she warmed up the oil in her hands. His breathing was slightly ragged but steady belying the throbbing erection she could see as she peered over his shoulder and down his chest. She had already planned out exactly how this night would go in her head and it would be a good long while before his poor cock would receive any attention. 

Tonight would be a true test of his patience… and she was only just getting started. 

Bringing her hands to his shoulders, she began working the hot oil into the muscles of his back and neck, occasionally teasing his wings and nipping at him with her lips and teeth. Slowly, methodically, she worked her way around his body massaging hot oil into his arms, chest, abs, thighs, all the way down to his bound ankles. By the time she was done, Az was a panting, writhing thing, pulling at his restraints. 

“Gwyn-” he whined, yelping when she pinched the inside of his thigh. “Fuck- sorry. My Lady… fucking please stop teasing and touch me.”

“I am touching you,” she cooed, running her hands back up his thighs, skimming dangerously close to his hips which bucked towards her. His groan caught in his throat, sounding more like a whimper.

“Please.”

Gwyn hummed softly, working her hands in soft strokes moving closer and closer to his cock. “You beg so pretty for me. Do it again.”

“Please- my lady.”

Smirking, Gwyn framed his cock between her hands, smoothing them up over his hips and stomach so her thumbs brushed either side of him. “Oh- fuck.” Leaning forward, she followed the touch with her lips, running them featherlight over his length until he made that same whimpering noise. Pressing a kiss to the tip, she pulled away from him entirely, drawing a growl from him.

She swallowed a chuckle as she stood and leaned forward, threading her fingers into his hair to tilt his head back. “I’m not done playing with you yet,” she said against his lips.

A needy  groan worked its way up his throat as she kissed him, pulling the blindfold off and letting it fall to the ground. “That was just the warm up, love. We haven’t even used my actual fire yet,” she flashed him a grin, holding her hand up so he could see the flames dancing over her finger tips.

He did whimper then, his gaze glued to the fire. “Check in,” she whispered. “Are you ok to keep going?”

She watched him lick his lips, swallowing nervously. His eyes never left her hand even as the flame flickered out. “What’s next?” he breathed.

In answer, she turned back to her bag and withdrew her last purchase, holding it up for him to see. A skin safe wax candle that melted at low temperatures. Perfect for the sort of game they were about to play. She watched his eyes narrow as he worked out her plan. He shifted in his seat but didn’t protest. “Want to keep going?” she asked once more.

Slowly, he nodded. “Yes.”

Smiling softly, she leaned in for another kiss. “Try to relax.” He huffed a sound of disbelief.

Holding the candle in front of her, she held one hand under it, her fire sparking to life once more. She’d bought this one specifically for several reasons, but mostly because the glass was clear, allowing them both to watch the wax melt, and because the wax changed color from white to red as it melted.

She could see Azriel’s chest moving in controlled breaths as he prepared himself and prayed this was not a massive mistake. She had figured it would be easier to ease him in using conduits that could hold the warmth of her flame without actually bringing the flame to his skin until he was more comfortable with it. Still, she knew the sting of the wax, even at a low melting point would be a shock. 

Once the entire contents of the glass had turned red, she pulled her fire back in and carefully raised the jar so it hovered a few feet over his chest. “Ready?” she asked. Together, they both took a deep breath as she tipped her wrist, watching the wax pour from the spout and drizzle across the center of his chest. Azriel hissed and tensed as the wax rolled a single line down the center of his torso, slowing to a stop just above his navel. 

“Okay?” she asked. The skin around where the wax had first landed was slightly reddened, but his shadows did not seem alarmed so she could only assume he was not truly burned. 

Swallowing hard, Azriel nodded and she decided to let the lack of verbal response go as she tipped her wrist once more, this time moving her arm in an arc as the wax drew a red line from his right shoulder to left pec. Moving her arm slowly, she painted a zigzagging line across his upper body, watching the wax roll across the ridges of his abdomen, stopping short of his hips. The first line she’d drawn was gradually fading to white as it cooled but the rest almost looked like blood as it dripped over his skin. The picture was as arousing as it was alarming.

She checked on Azriel again and when he nodded once more that he was alright, she continued painting the rest of his body with careful lines of red across his thighs, chest and shoulders, moving around him to draw thin lines over his wings. When she was about halfway through the contents of the jar, he was covered in dripping lines of red and white, his chest heaving and skin red and covered in a sheen of sweat.

Standing back to admire her work, she tilted her head to the side and drizzled another line over his chest, making sure to catch his nipples. Azriel groaned and jerked in his restraints. “Fuck- Gods, Gw- My lady… please.”

Reaching out, she stroked a warm hand over his cheek and rather than flinching away from it, he leaned into the touch which she could only count as a win. “How are you doing, love?”

“Good” he said through clenched teeth. “But I’m dying. I need you to touch my cock. Please.”

She chuckled. “Aw, is your cock feeling neglected?” she asked with a pout. “I can fix that-” she held the candle over his hips, grinning when he immediately bucked and growled. 

“Fuck- no.”

Laughing she kissed him. “Don’t worry, love. I’m not that cruel. You’re the sadist, not me.” He growled against her mouth, his shadows suddenly swarming around her, stroking her exposed skin in cool touches that made her shiver.

Tugging sharply at his hair, she hissed at them. “It’s not your turn yet.” They quickly backed off but she didn’t miss the fact that the candle was no longer in her hand. Cheeky bastards. Stroking her now free hand over his jaw, she felt a groan rumble through him at the heat before she pulled away. 

“Don’t worry, we’re done with the candle and the oil for now. The only hot thing touching you from here on will be my mouth.” He moaned in relief as her kisses trailed down his neck. Reaching down, she slipped her nail under the edge of the puddle of cooled wax around one nipple and peeled it off, earning another groan as she repeated the process on the other side. 

Leaning back to look down at him she mused, “We should probably clean you up first.”

This earned her a warning growl- amusing since she was the one in charge. Though they both knew that the minute she was done playing with him and it was his turn- he’d make her pay for every minute of teasing she’d just put him through. Winking, she snapped her fingers, the wax disappearing from his skin, leaving behind faint red marks in the places more recently touched by the wax that hadn’t yet faded. 

“What a pretty picture you make.”

“Gwyn- My lady” he corrected when she tugged on his hair. “Please.”

“Beg again, love. You know how I like it.”

“Please,” he snarled.

“Such attitude,” she teased, lowering to her knees between his thighs. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous.” Before he could growl at her again, she had his cock between her lips, sucking him into her mouth with no preamble. 

“Fuck,” he shouted as he bucked into her mouth. There was no hiding her arousal now and she let him scent it as she glanced up at him beneath her lashes. She could feel he was close but, after that initial suck, made herself take her time licking and kissing and teasing him until his words were an intelligible jumble of threats and pleading.

Her hands had been massaging and stroking his thighs and stomach as she worked and she felt his whole body tense as she scraped her nails over his hips just before his climax hit and he spilled himself into her mouth. She continued to lick and kiss him as he came down, cooing quiet praises. 

“You did so good for me, love. So brave. My beautiful Shadowsinger.”

The low rumble that came from his chest was the only warning she got before he snapped his bonds, wings stretching wide as his arms swung around the back of the chair, snatching her up off the floor. She squeaked as he hauled her into his lap, burying his hands in her hair and kissing her hard while his shadows worked to release his ankles.

His body tense, curling into a crouch as he tucked her against his chest. His eyes gleamed wickedly in the darkened shadow of his wings as he grinned. “My turn.”

And her vision became a world of shadows as she laughed.

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[ofduskanddreams]

pov: azriel has a motorcycle

A moodboard for and inspired by @separatist-apologist and mechanic!Azriel in her Gwynriel fic “The Way You Bend, The Way You Break”

#this one is for you MB #<3 #it was your idea #I just brought it to life #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #gwynriel #gwynriel fanfiction #gwynriel fic #gwynriel smut #modern gwynriel #acotar moodboard #my moodboards

[thebelladonnamoon]

A Court of Scars and Shadows Art | The Eleventh Hour (NSFW)

A late submission for Gwyn Week! @gwynweekofficial

I’ve wanted to get this scene from Chapter 28 of ACOSAS illustrated for so long and I’m so so happy to finally share it with everyone! Please note the warning.

Read the chapter that inspired this art here.

Oh.

Oh, Mother above and hell below.

The true wager behind Azriel’s theory became suddenly very clear to her as she watched him smirk in prideful victory at her fumbling. She swallowed down the flood of hot lust that rose in her and sank back into her cushions, adopting a steady voice as she continued, “While many historians have debated the true jurisdiction of his…” Her words were slightly choked as Azriel’s mouth pursued lower and lower down her knee and then, wet the tender flesh of her thigh.

The anticipation halted Gwyn dead in her tracks. Her gaze lost the line she was reading as his head lazily glanced up from its new position before her. A teasing grin found his lips as he said, “You were saying…”

Artist: @ferailustra

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[jennierubyjanersblog]

Gwynriel Academic Rivals AU

“Why did you sign up for that Mythology and Folklore class? You’re not even interested in that, Az.”

Azriel wasn’t.

But Berdara was.

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Lately, I’ve been working on a Gwynriel Academic Rivals to Rivals with Benefits to Lovers AU. Still debating whether or not I should post it. But until I decide, I just wanted to let this moodboard and a snipped of it. 🙂

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[damedechance]

bad idea, right?

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Pairing: Gwynriel

Rating: Explicit

Parts: 1/1

Summary: Gwyn and Azriel have been broken up for two months now, but when Gwyn gets a text from him on a night out--the two longest months of her life suddenly feel way too short, for her to forget how good it feels when she's with him. Gwyn makes her way to his new place, and all of the old feelings rush back.

»This is based on/inspired by the song "bad idea, right?" by Olivia Rodrigo. Listen to that here.

Snippet below the cut:

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Gwyn was leaning back beside the hand dryers in the bathroom with Emerie, both of them waiting for Nesta to extract herself from her strappy dress in the stall so that she could pee, when another sound burst through the haze of ambivalent pop. Her phone chirping in her pocket.

Gwyn reached in, and peeked at the screen. It was a reply to her Instagram story, from the name of someone she hadn't spoken to in a long time.

Immediately shielding her phone away from Emerie–perhaps an unnecessary effort, as Emerie was currently humming to herself with her eyes closed–Gwyn opened the message.

'You look hot here,' it said. And it was true. She did. It was a video of Gwyn dancing along to one of the best songs of the night, taken by Nesta as they all egged her on with their screams and laughs and shouts of: shake your ass or wanna go fuck in the bathroom? And gwyn had thrown her head back in laughter, and brushed her hands over her chest.

Yeah. She looked hot.

But it wasn't so much the message as it was who had sent it, that caused Gwyn to blink incredulously at her phone.

Azriel.

They'd broken up two months ago. Something that had taken Gwyn exactly two months to get over, and now here he was texting her. And a lot of the old feelings were rushing back, without her approval. Her heart started pulsing, and her cheeks grew warm.

Gwyn shot out a reply: 'hey, you'

Azriel was typing. Her ex was typing. And though Gwyn had stopped drinking hours ago, she was still just tipsy enough that she could do nothing other than stare dumbly at her phone until the next message popped up.

Azriel: hey, you

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[captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship]

Look out for some gwynriel smut over the next few days 👀👀👀

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[dawneternal]

Just a Favor | pt 7 | Gwynriel

✦ ah, the infamous cabin. should I be embarrassed that this is the longest chapter of this series? maybe lol

✦ Warnings: smut beginning at the ! 18+, minors DNI

✦ Word Count: 2.3k

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✦ Masterlist

Azriel winnowed them just outside the wards of the cabin. Gwyn yelped as the cold air bit into her skin. The shadowsinger was quick to scoop her up and carry her into the cabin before the snow could cling to her.

She let out a girlish giggle as he set her down in the cabin and they looked around for a moment at the decorated walls. All of Feyre's paintings were still intact, though some had faded where the light shone in through the windows. She walked around the room, running her fingers over the colorful pictures as Azriel lit a fire in the fireplace.

Then Gwyn shook out the blanket and spread it out on the living room floor, shrugging when Azriel raised an eyebrow.

"I still want my picnic," She said, gesturing for him to sit.

He kicked off his boots and sat on the blanket, back resting against the couch. He swallowed hard at the sight of her kneeling across from him, her dress bunching up around her thighs.

She pulled the golden loaf of bread and a bread knife from the basket. Her cheeks flushed, aware of his eyes on her, as she cut a slice and coated it in butter.

"I didn't know you made bread," He said, staring at the slice in her outstretched hand. He made no move to take it.

"I'm full of surprises," She grinned.

"Are you sure you want me to eat it?" He asked, eyes flickering between her face and her hand.

"I'm sure that my bread is delicious," She said, wiggling her wrist and pushing it farther toward him.

"I'm nervous," He whispered, searching her face.

Gwyn looked at him for a moment before crawling toward him and climbing into his lap. Azriel blinked, eyebrows raised, as she tore off a piece of the bread and smashed it against his mouth.

"Eat my love bread!" She cried, the ferocity a little terrifying. When he opened his mouth and laughed in spite of himself, she shoved the piece into his mouth.

He kept his eyes locked on hers as he chewed and swallowed, mirth dancing in them, replacing that nervousness.

"I think I like when you tell me what to do," He breathed. Gwyn thought that she could have told him that but she didn't say so.

"Tell me my bread was good," She said instead, looping her arms around his neck.

"It's really good," Azriel relented, taking the bread from her. His free hand splayed across her back.

She leaned against him, tucking her face into her neck while he finished the slice of bread. Her heart hammered wildly and she tried to take quiet deep breaths to calm it. She willed her body to adjust to the feeling of his, his warmth and scent and closeness.

"So you'll be going feral any moment now, right?" She asked after he'd finished and wrapped his arms around her.

"Not unless that's what you want," He chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through his chest and into hers. His body already hummed for more but be refused to let it take over. He would drink this in as slowly as he wanted, as slowly as she needed.

"I think I would prefer things to remain civil for now," She answered, daring to pull back and look at him.

"Then that's what you will get," He said softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Even just this, just holding her, made his being sing with contentment.

"There are a few rumors I'm curious about, though," She looked up at him through her lashes, a smirk pulling at her lips.

"Rumors?" Azriel's eyebrows ticked upwards.

"Something about wingspan, I think," Her mouth twitched from trying not to grin.

"Oh gods, who told you about that?" He laughed, rolling his eyes.

"Sellyn Drake," Gwyn lied, protecting Nesta from Azriel's scolding.

"You Valkyries and your books," He shook his head, "Any other rumors?"

"Something about your shadows," She said, her voice dropping a note lower. At that, the air between them ignited, all sparks of anticipation.

Azriel held her gaze as a shadow crept up towards her, swirling over the skin between her neck and shoulder. She let out a little gasp, lips parting, a flicker of warmth traveling down the bond.

"You've been thinking about these things?" He asked, just above a whisper.

She blushed, the shade of pink so pretty against her freckles. His body was so warm, skin smooth beneath her fingers.

"Yes," She breathed, leaning in closer, "For a while."

"I've thought about you too," Azriel whispered, and brought his lips to hers.

(!)

Gwyn tangled her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and kissed him back. It was as soft and sweet as their moonlight kiss in the meadow.

But when she pulled back, something in her face had changed. Her pupils widened, her breathing heavy. Azriel tried to ignore the heat in his stomach.

"I don't know what I'm doing," Gwyn warned him, cheeks still rosy,  breathing fast.

"I am an excellent teacher," He grinned, so mischievously that Gwyn could not help her own smile.

Then she kissed him again, open mouthed and hungry. Her hands began to wander as her mouth moved against his. Over his biceps, across his chest, resting on the hollow of his throat. When he brought his hands to rest on her hips, she swept her tongue into his mouth. All the while, the shadows swirled around them, sneaking tastes of Gwyn's skin. Azriel relished the goosebumps and shivers they pulled from her.

The bond pulsed and blood rushed in his ears. He gripped her thighs and pulled her father into his lap, earning a pleased noise from her. She pulled back, darkened eyes searching his, and reached to pull his shirt over his head.

"Are you sure?" Azriel whispered, wrapping a hand around her wrist.

"Yes," Gwyn nearly panted, tugging at the fabric with her free hand. Azriel released his grip and let her toss his shirt to the side.

Then her lips were on his neck, his jaw, tracing his tattoos. Her touch was so gentle, her teeth hungry. His own hands dipped under her bunched skirt, fingers moving up the silky skin of her thighs. She reluctantly removed her mouth from his chest so he could pull her dress away. She helped him tug it off and toss it to the side.

"Gwyneth Berdara," He breathed as he took in the skimpy light blue lingerie set.

"Like it?" She grinned, hands never leaving his skin. His torso was littered with scars and freckles, some interrupting the pattern of those tattoos. She liked it, that she could see those imperfections up close. He seemed less like some expertly carved statue of a god, this way. He was something real beneath her fingers, and he was hers.

The shadowsinger was drinking in the shape of her body, her muscled arms and toned stomach. The lacy bralette, embroidered with stars, barely contained her pale breasts, the thin straps of her panties resting high on her hips and accentuating their curves. Around one thigh, she had tied a white ribbon like a garter.

"You're perfect," He croaked, hands daring higher. He would count every freckle if he could.

"You're gorgeous," Gwyn replied, attempting to lean in again and taste his skin.

Azriel beat her to it, kissing across the swell of her breasts. She arched her back into him, body filling with heat as his fingertips dipped just beneath the waistband of her underwear. The other hand reached up to squeeze her breast hard, the sweet pain of it pulling a moan from her.

"Azriel," She whispered, whimpering as his thumb brushed over her nipple.

Desperate to hear it again, he reached around and unclasped her bra. She slipped her arms through the straps and let it fall away. He took a moment to admire her bare breasts and pink nipples before pulling one into his mouth, flicking with his tongue.

Gwyn rolled her hips against him in response, nails dragging along his shoulders. His lips trailed upwards, and he bit down into the soft skin above her collar bone. He sucked and darkened the mark, soothing with his tongue.

"Touch me," Gwyn whimpered as a shadow curved around the underside of her breast. Another caressed her ear.

"Lay back," Azriel said, his voice low and gravelly. He braced her hips as she shifted backwards and lay down on the blanket.

Azriel bent over her, kissing her feverishly until she pushed him back to catch her breath. He began soft kisses down her body, shadows caressing each mark he left. When he reached her lacy underwear, he locked eyes with her and tugged at the waistband with his teeth.

This was far better than anything she had anticipated. Azriel's honey-colored eyes watching her as he pulled the underwear down her legs and left it forgotten with their other clothes. He trailed kisses over her inner thighs, letting his teeth graze over her skin. He left the ribbon where it was.

Then he paused to admire her center, dripping with arousal. She smelled impossibly sweet.

"Still okay?" He asked, breath tickling her skin.

"Yes," Gwyn gasped, pushing her hips towards him. He grasped her thighs and tossed her knees over his shoulders.

The first swipe of his tongue was bliss. The bond was satisfied, sending her pleasure through to Azriel and echoing back his own warmth and want. She buried her fingers in his dark curls and held back no sounds as he worshipped her.

Azriel soaked in her beautiful voice, light and melodic, humming his name like a song. It only added to his nearly painful arousal but he wanted more of it. So he pushed a finger into her core as he tongue worked against her.

"Fuck," She breathed, fingers digging into his scalp. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, pushing deep into her center. She cried out, grinding her hips against his face as he brought her closer to release. His own hips mindlessly bucked against the blanket.

Her thighs shook around Azriel's head as she came, waves of bliss carrying her away. The bond amplified it all, gilding the world in golden pleasure.

Azriel sat back on his knees, staring down at her. His lips glistened with her orgasm and he couldn't resist the urge to lean down and make her taste it. She kissed him eagerly, pulling his body down into her. She could feel his erection pressing into her stomach and she was ready for it. His shadows curled around her legs, kissing her ankles and calves.

"Azriel," She whined, digging her hands under the waistband of his pants to drag his hips against hers.

"Yes, sweet girl?" He purred, licking a stripe up her neck.

"Fuck me. Please."

Azriel let out a low sound and stood,  finally getting rid of his pants. Gwyn watched his cock spring up against his stomach, dripping down the side.

"Damn," She whispered. That wingspan thing was definitely true.

Azriel smirked, kneeling down to shower her body in kisses again.

"Turn over," He said.

Gwyn rolled over and rose up on her hands and knees. He pulled her legs down until she was nearly flat on her stomach, holding herself up with her elbows.

"You tell me if you need to stop? If you need anything at all?"

"I promise," She said, voice full of impatience.

Azriel snaked one arm around her waist and the other reached up to cradle her head and neck. At the first press of his tip against her wet cunt, her breath caught in her throat. The stretch as he pushed into her was a mix of pain and pleasure, releasing a harmony of moans and whimpers from her.

He went slowly, letting her adjust as she needed. Eventually she arched her back and pushed her hips against him, urging him in the rest of the way.

"Okay?" He asked, voice a little shaky from her tight walls around him. He leaned down and let his front press into the curve of her back.

"More than okay," She breathed. He could feel her swallowing hard against the palm that held her throat.

He began a steady rhythm but Gwyn quickly decided it wasn't fast enough. She had hiked a knee farther up on the blanket and cried out at how much father it pushed him into her.

"Good girl," He chuckled in her ear as she rolled her hips back. He gave in to the feverish urge of the bond and picked up his pace.

"Yes," Gwyn whined, her nipples pressed against the blanket adding to her pleasure. The sensation of him dragging in and out of her filled her being. She had no other thoughts but him and the deep sounds he was making in her ear and the way they vibrated through her. The beautiful golden thread pulled tight between them, doubling every feeling.

"You are mine," Gwyn whispered, finally feeling the full impact of the bond, "And I am yours."

Azriel growled, his instincts unleashed by her confession. The shadows snuck underneath Gwyn's body and swirled around her bundle of nerves. The extra stimulation sent her over the edge, and her chant of Azriel's name pulled him with her.

Nothing else existed. Even as their bodies slowed and they caught their breath, the world around them was blissfully far away. It was only Azriel and Gwyn, curled into each other on the picnic blanket. She held one of his hands against her lips, humming happy sounds against it. He could feel her contentment through the bond.

She'd meant what she said. She had given him everything, given herself to him completely. He could feel it, the entirety of her being placed in his hands, the bond like a door wide open to her soul. He willed his own door to open. It was the only thing he could do to make it even. To let her see it all. The good, the bad, the broken. He would give it all to her and hope that someday he might even be worthy.

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[goddess-in-heaven-and-hell]

Hand in Hand, Heart to Heart Pt. III - Gwynriel One-Shot

We are back with the direct continuation of the last part! This kind of introduces Gwyn to the more dominant side of Azriel, but it’s still tame. I hope you like it, I had a lot of fun writing it :) 

word count: 3.9k

warnings: swearing, mention of SA/trauma; smut: oral (m and f receiving), fingering, cum play (?), dom/sub dynamics

Previously: 

They sat like that for a while, Azriel’s hands idly stroking up and down Gwyn’s back. It was a testament to the intensity of the night that she took an embarrassing amount of time to notice the hardness that pressed into her side.

Shame flooded Gwyn like never before. There she was, blissfully relaxed from two orgasms, a back massage and gentle rubs, while her exhausted Shadowsinger suffered in silence.

“Az, would you like me to take care of you now?”, she asked, pressing a light kiss to his cheek with the question. The thought of pleasuring him made her equal parts nervous and excited.

“Mh?”, Azriel seemed to need a second to figure out what she was referring to. “Oh, no need. I’m going to calm down in a minute.”

Gwyn was just about to take the way-out he offered, when her eyes fell back to the room he had prepared. The candles still flickering away, the roses perched on the bedside table, the deepest love she ever had cradling her safely in his lap.

An unusual sense of peace settled over her as she whispered, with a smile playing on her lips, “It don’t want you to calm down.”

Azriel’s mind fought itself out of the haze it was previously in at Gwyn’s words. He couldn’t have possibly understood her right. And yet, when he looked at her, the small smile spread across her lips and the sincerity in her eyes made him wonder if she actually meant it.

“Gwyn, I swear to the Mother, you don’t need to ‘repay’ me for anything. This was more fun for me than it was for you.”

Gwyn just laughed, her hand finding the side of his face and cradling it. “Sure it was, Shadowsinger. I forgot my name at some point, and didn’t even care that I did.”

She leaned in to kiss him tenderly, lingering just a little too much for it to be innocent.

“I want to make you feel good. You deserve nothing less.”, she whispered against his lips. That little admission, paired with the fact that he was absolutely exhausted and desperate to feel more of Gwyn on him, made his resolve crumble. He had been planning to keep her off him for as long as possible, hopefully showing her that her pleasure came before his and that she doesn’t owe him shit. But the female in his arms was temptation personified. Just one little flicker of his eyes towards her lips made his cock twitch in his pants.

His silence didn’t go unnoticed by Gwyn, though. Her browed furrowed slightly as she took him in, mistaking his hesitation for something different. “I know I’m no expert or anything. But maybe you can show me how to do it right? I’ll try my best.”

Azriel nodded, then kissing tiny little pecks all over her face. Gwyn giggled when he reached the ticklish spot underneath her ear, which obviously made him linger there just a second longer. Gwyn’s laugh could heal him from all misery and pain, he thought, before scooping her up in his arms and standing up.

“Just promise me one thing, Berdara.”, he said, setting his priestess on the ground, “Promise me you’ll stop the second you get uncomfortable, or the second it starts hurting. It doesn’t matter how far gone I am. Just tap my thighs when you want this to stop.”

Gwyn looked at him with wide eyes. “I promise… but what could possibly start hurting?”

Azriel barely suppressed a groan. He really was the first person she’d ever give head to. He never thought he’d have an innocence kink, but that idea quickly went out of the window. His body was on the verge of bursting.

“Your jaw, most likely. Maybe your knees.”, he took a step towards her again, physically unable to be separate from her. His hands went into her hair, down her sides, grabbing onto every inch he could find. “But it’s also likely that I’ll last only about a minute, maybe less.”

His cock had some time to calm down after letting Gwyn ride his face, but the stubborn Illyrian side of him didn’t forget how he felt before. How desperate he was for her. How desperate he wanted to just sink into her.

“Should I let you do it in your own time? Or do you want me to tell you what to do?”, he asked, absolutely afraid of the answer. He needed her to take the second option just as badly as he needed air, way too far gone in his head to simply take what she offered him.

“Oh gods. You better tell me.”

Thank the Mother.

That might have been his last rational thought before he was kissing her again, pressing every inch of his body against hers, his blood rushing through him harder and faster than before battle. He couldn’t remember the last time he desired somebody so much. And he sincerely hoped Gwyn would tell him to stop whenever she wanted it, because he sure a hell wasn’t able to stop himself anymore.

The priestess was overwhelmed for just a second before she reciprocated Azriel’s eagerness, moving her lips and tongue against his. Well, eagerness was still too tame a word for what was happening right now. Weirdly enough, it didn’t scare her. And Azriel was a male with more than enough potential to scare people into obedience.

But it was her Azriel. And that made all the difference for her. Her core started to catch up to the situation too, even though Gwyn thought she was completely done for the night. Leave it to the Shadowsinger to drag her previously dormant sexuality out of hiding.

“Sit down, love.”, he rasped, then already moving away from her into the bathroom. Gwyn sat down on the bed, a spark of pleasure shooting up her spine when her legs rubbed together. How on earth did Azriel keep it together all this time while he just focused on her?

The Shadowsinger was back in seconds, holding a hair tie in his hands. Without much preamble, he gathered Gwyn’s hair in his hands and tied it up into a ponytail. Multiple books had told her it was better to have your hair out of your face when you gave head, and Gwyn flushed with the thought of what she was about to do. She eyed the considerable bulge in his pants, wingspan and all. Her core throbbed even more. She hoped Azriel was as good a teacher in bed as he was in training.

“You know you’d be able to see more without the pants.”, he said, smirking like the devil he was. Gwyn flushed even more, embarrassed to be caught in her staring. Then she sat up on her knees on the edge of the bed and started to untie his trousers. While she worked on the laces with only slightly trembling fingers, she leaned forwards to kiss the soft skin on his stomach.

Azriel shuddered, but didn’t tell her to stop. So she got a little more adventurous. She licked the dips in-between the bulging muscle, kissing every scar that littered the expanse of his abs. His skin was simultaneously soft and textured, so warm and hard it made her clench her thighs together. But she had a different mission.

Grabbing onto the seam of his now opened pants, she began dragging them down his legs, having to lift them away from him slightly to free his erection. She stopped for a second when it came into view, a bit shocked, but she quickly recovered and helped him step out of his trousers completely.

She wished to have had Azriel’s confidence when he saw her naked for the first time. It probably came with being alive for so long, having had so many partners. Or it was simply the fact that he was perfection. Azriel let her take him in like it was the most normal thing in the world, a cocky smirk on his lips. She knew he was about to make a comment, too, but held himself back to let her adjust to this situation.

After a while, Azriel held onto her hand, slowly pulling it towards his lower stomach. He pressed it down flat. “No need to be shy, love. There is nothing you could do that’d be wrong.”

She let her hand slide down his abs, his pelvis, right to the base of his cock. Her fingers grazed their way up his length, familiarizing themselves with the veins and texture. Then, she took him completely in her hand, squeezing just a bit. Azriel exhaled sharply, bringing his own scarred hand around hers and squeezing harder. “Like that.”, was all he said.

She was sure it must have hurt him, but one glance up at his face told her otherwise. His eyes were so heavy they almost looked closed, mouth slightly open. It was so incredibly hot, she needed him to make that face every day now.

A little trickle of white liquid right at the tip of him caught her attention. She’d read that some males produce pre-cum when they are really aroused. A flash of pride surged through Gwyn, making her more confident. She swirled her thumb across his head, smearing the pre-cum and making some of it leak down his length. Never in her life would she have thought that the idea of licking it off him would have her breath being caught in anticipation, but here she was. She let the intrusive thought win.

Her tongue connected with his cock timidly at first, licking a strip up towards the tip and collecting the streak of pre-cum on its way. It tasted salty, but not entirely unpleasant. And Azriel’s reaction made her lick another stripe up, this time lingering at the tip and licking right across the source of the liquid. Her hand remained in a fist around the base of his cock, squeezing from time to time just like he taught her.

She was certain it was an Illyrian curse that escaped him when she repeated the motion again, this time with more pressure and purpose. His hand tangled at the base of her ponytail, forcing her just a bit closer to him. His other found the side of the bedpost, holding on for dear life.

Then he suddenly pulled her back, disconnecting her lips from him. Just one look into his eyes and she knew she was in for it now. Her toes curled underneath her at his face. The hand he previously held onto the bedpost with now replaced her own hand on his cock. He gave himself one pump, making more precum spill out. It was a sight to behold, how is hands moved on his cock. Gwyn found herself to be jealous really quickly.

That jealously stopped when he leaned his hip towards her. “Stay still, open your mouth just a bit.”

Azriel seemed gone beyond the point of affectionate words. With his hand, he guided the tip of his cock to Gwyn’s parted lips, gliding it over first her upper, then her bottom lip. He painted her with his pre-cum, rubbing it all over her mouth until she was sure she must have been glistening with it. Gwyn noticed herself leaking at this point, but she needed to stay still for him.

When he was done, he took her in, chest heaving. “You’re so pretty, Gwyn. So fucking pretty.”

Gwyn practically glowed.  “Now take the tip into that pretty mouth of yours.”, his command came out husky, and Gwyn immediately opened for him, letting him slide in the first few inches. “That’s it. Now start sucking. No teeth.”

The priestess closed her mouth around him, starting to suckle lightly. She seemed to be doing something right because Azriel’s head fell back in pleasure, the grip on her hair tightening. Gwyn moved her head forward and back, sucking and licking with all the concentration she could still muster. She hoped she took enough of him, since a considerable bit of length was not taken care of. But her mouth was full to the brim, and the second she got cocky, her gag reflex brought her back to reality. There was no way she’d be able to take him completely, and the thought annoyed her to no compare.

Azriel, unsufferable as he is, started to laugh. “Getting greedy now, love?”

Gwyn glowered at him from underneath her lashes, and she stopped being careful with her teeth just a little. She sincerely hoped she didn’t hurt him, and she hoped he took her sassiness lightly. Azriel just burst out another laugh. “I’m glad you didn’t lose your fight.”

Then, both his hands came down to cup her face, holding her very tightly. His voice made a complete 180 – from playful to downright dangerous – all the laughter gone in the blink of an eye. “You’ll need all of it now for that little stunt with your teeth.”

And just like that, he pushed his hips forward. Gwyn gagged around his cock, trying to get her throat to relax at the intrusion. She could feel his eyes on her, making sure she was fine with it, even in the throes of dominance. And she was. If she stood from the bed, there’d surely be a giant wet spot.

Her eyes started watering as he thrust himself into her ready mouth, still trying to suck and lick any piece of skin. After just a few seconds, his rhythm changed. His hips seemed to buck into her uncontrollably, and he got more shallow with each thrust.

“I’m gonna cum, love. Where?”, he ground out, leaving her enough room in her mouth to answer. She didn’t mind where, truly. At this point he could paint every inch of her with his cum and she’d thank him. “Wherever.”

Azriel groaned, one hand finding the expanse of her neck and gripping her. First very lightly, then when she didn’t object, with more pressure. With just a few more thrusts into her mouth, his hand still around the base of his cock, he pulled out. At the same time, he pushed Gwyn back by the throat, exposing her chest to him. The priestess felt spurts of warm cum explode over the skin of her breasts, her eyes trained on Azriel’s face.

She wouldn’t have looked away from him even if she could. His wings flared out to the side, nearly knocking over a few candles in the process. He came with a shout that was nearly unintelligible, but might have spelled her name, his Shadows in frantic movement. He was so beautiful Gwyn could have wept. And the pride she felt when seeing him this unraveled couldn’t be compared to anything.

She smiled at him while some tears still escaped her eyes, watching him calm himself.

When his eyes finally opened and fell to her form, he cursed. The hand that was still squeezing her neck pulled away like he burnt it, and he fell to his knees before her.

“Fuck Gwyn, I’m so sorry.”, his lips already moved on her neck, kissing and caressing in apology.

“Az.”, he looked up in her face, and Gwyn hoped he could see the sincerity in her eyes as she said, “I loved every second of that. Including your hand around my throat.”

Azriel looked sceptic, eyeing her neck and chest somewhat regretfully. She hated it. There was no way she’d let him think that he went too far with her. So she grabbed his hand again, this time leading him in-between her legs.

“Feel for yourself if you don’t believe me.”, she whispered, pecking his lips as his fingers connected to her core. Gwyn wasn’t prepared to feel this elated when he slid down, towards her entrance and nearly slipped in from the ungodly amount of wetness leaking out.

Azriel’s gaze shifted from serious, to shocked, to calculating. He purposefully continued to move up and down her slit, making Gwyn tremble with need. “That’s interesting.”

He studied her with so much calm it made Gwyn furious. Her hips bucked against his hand, trying to get a resemblance of friction. She didn’t know there was a ‘too wet’ when having sex, but after his initial touch she barely felt anything. He was too damn gentle.

She flew forward, connecting their chest and their lips together and catching his hand between her legs. Too late she realized that she was still full of cum. Gwyn pushed him back just as quickly as she pulled him in, but it was too late. His chest was now glistening too. Her face of shock must have said enough on that matter.

But to her surprise, Azriel pulled her back in, reconnecting their chests. “You think I’m afraid of my own cum?”, he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. “If it’s good enough for you to allow me to come on you, then it’s certainly good enough for me.”

The kiss they shared while melting into each other was the complete opposite of what happened only moments before. Azriel kissed her with a tenderness that made her heart skip, showing her exactly how dear she was to him. She loved him so much it hurt. And she told him as much.

Azriel took her in when they parted, slowly travelling down her face, her chest and landing on her throbbing core. “You said you’re done for the night. Did you change your mind?”

Gwyn’s eyes widened in shock and eagerness. “What happens if I did?” She wasn’t sure if she could take him inside her just yet, despite her courage tonight.

“Whatever you want, love.”, Azriel replied, eyes still zeroed in on the spot where she’d like to feel him. She didn’t even need to think.

“Can I feel your tongue again, please?”, she whispered.

Azriel started to nod. “Would be a shame to let all that go to waste.”

Then, the grabbed both her feet and lifted them, letting her upper body fall back on the bed. He brought them together in one hand, pressing her knees into her chest to expose her core to him. “Hold on to your legs.”, he said, and she slid her arms around the backs of her thighs.

When Azriel’s mouth fell onto her for a second time that night, she cried out from the pleasure. He cleaned all her wetness thoroughly, lapping at her like she leaked some kind of miracle liquid. The pressure was perfect again, making her feel all the things she wanted to feel. His tongue slipped into her opening, stiffening to fuck into her in shallow thrusts while his thumb found her clit again. It didn’t take long after to make her come again.

As they lay in bed later that evening, after Azriel cleaned her and himself up and had a bit of dinner, she began to understand why Nesta and Cassian couldn’t keep their hands from one another. If it even felt a fraction as good as how Azriel made her feel, she forgave them for every time the were late, reeking of sex.

Azriel held her naked body close to his, legs tangled and arms wrapped around her upper body. She was glad he showed her a different side of himself today. Gwyn always had the feeling, that he was holding something back. Maybe not in their day-to-day life, but when it came to intimacy, definitely.

“Are you usually like this when you sleep with someone?”, she asked into the comforting darkness of the room.

Azriel’s lips moved against her neck when he answered. “The rough and dominant part? Yes. The lovey-dovey kissing in-between? No.”

“So, the lovey-dovey bit is a Gwyn thing?”

“Definitely a Gwyn thing.”

Gwyn grinned to herself. Having to acknowledge how many partners Azriel had before her wasn’t an easy thing for the mind, but that admission glazed over her spike of jealously like honey.

“You really liked it, didn’t you?”, he asked after another moment of silence, sounding a little more awake than before.

The priestess flushed just a little. She really did like it, even though she never thought she would. Was it sick? To experience what she had and then liking it when Azriel completely commanded her?

“I did like it.”, she admitted to him, cuddling into his chest more closely, “Do you think that’s weird?”

Azriel’s hand came up to her waist, rubbing up and down soothingly. “Because of what happened to you? No. Love, you are most likely born with your sexual preferences. It’s not something that people can influence.”

Gwyn mumbled her agreement, but that little, annoying feeling of uncertainty was still there.

“Also, the person you’re experiencing it with plays a big part. You’d let me dominate you because you trust me completely.” A gentle kiss to her shoulder. Then he exhaled against her skin, sending little shivers down her back. “You know my past. You know I was locked up for the better part of my childhood. It made me hate being restrained in any way, be it a locked room or bindings of some sort. Yet, if you’d ever want to tie me up in a sexual way, I’d happily let you. I’d probably enjoy it. Because it’s with you.”

She remembered the moment Azriel confided in her like it happened only an hour ago. His memories had burned themselves into her mind, letting her shoulder some of his baggage. She had cried the whole night for the little boy in the cellar. And she cried for the man he became, and how his past still haunted him some time, even after 500 years. If Azriel could find pleasure in the roots of his own trauma, then she probably wasn’t as brainwashed as she thought.

“Thank you.”

Instead of answering, Azriel’s arms around her tightened, pulling her back against him even more. When she was half rolled under him, his lips found her cheek, temple, hair, jaw and neck in the most un-Azriel like kisses she ever felt. She loved him for his support, be it silent or outspoken.

His kisses stilled after Gwyn was sure he touched ever cell of her. “Let’s go to sleep, mh?”

Azriel had been half-asleep for the last hour while getting Gwyn cleaned up and ready for bed. But he could easily function off little sleep. The most important thing was that his priestess got the after-care she deserved. It was fate that Gwyn seemed to be into the same things as he was, intimacy wise. And he felt honored that she figured that out with his help. Even though he was still unconvinced that she’d like the more extreme dominance he usually went with.

The Shadowsinger started drifting off to sleep easily, Gwyn’s breath his lullaby. Until-

“So, you’d let me tie you up?”

Azriel let out a sound that was as much groan as it was a laugh. He should have never given her the idea. Of course, she wouldn’t let that go.

“Maybe.”, he grumbled.

“But you just said you would-“

“Gwyn! Let’s stick to the way things are working now.”

“Fine, liar.”, she mumbled, “But you’d look so pretty in handcuffs.”

“Oh for the Mother’s sake Gwyneth.”, Azriel couldn’t hold back the laugh now, tired of faking annoyance with her. She’d be the death of him at some point. And as she started giggling too, he could no longer ignore the persistent urge that wanted him to throw himself at her feet.

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[sunshinebingo]

Hellooo!! I really liked your jealous!Gwyn fic and I got another idea if that’s okay 🙃

Imagine Azriel asking Gwyn, “Tell me exactly what you want me to do” and then Gwyn goes explicitly telling him the things she wanted him to do 🙈

Hi anon 🤭 Thank you for the suggestion!! I experimented with it and this is what I came up with...

Gwynriel - 900 words - NFSW

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Tell Me...

“You will be back soon then?’’

Azriel smiles at the eagerness in Gwyn’s voice. “Soon,’’ he promises. He misses her too. So much that he has spent every second that he is not working thinking about her. Thankfully for him, it seems that this business trip will wrap up earlier than they had all expected.

Gwyn lets out a squeal through the phone that makes him glad it is on loud speaker next to his pillow and not glued to his ear. Azriel imagines the way she must be beaming on her own bed while clutching her pillow.

“I’m so excited! I want the biggest hug possible when you get back.’’

Azriel chuckles. “Of course. Do you have any other requests, love?’’

‘’Yes. I want you all to myself for at least a week.’’ Gwyn’s tone, although cheerful, leaves no room for arguments.

‘’Yes ma’am,’’ he gladly replies. Who is he to deny her this when he has been gone for so long. In fact, Azriel has already planned on spending all his days off from work with her when he gets back home.

‘’Aaand,’’ she drawls. Azriel turns around to lie on his back, waiting for the request that has her lowering her voice. ‘’To make up for your absence, I want you to do some things.’’

Azriel closes his eyes and takes a deep breath while his mind changes the image of Gwyn smiling on her bed to one where her expression is full of the kind of pleasure he knows only he can bring her. ‘’What things?” he asks, knowing where her mind has wandered yet still wanting to hear it from her.

A few silent seconds pass before she replies. “You know what things.”

“Tell me.’’

“I waant yoou,” Gwyn draws out every word in the way she does whenever she tries to seduce him. Azriel imagines her lying on top of him and running her dark purple nails - that she has sent him a picture of yesterday as soon as she had it done - down his bare chest. Her next words come out in a sultry whisper that makes it impossible for him to not get hard. “… to do some things to me.”

His hand move below his waist band as he imagines Gwyn’s hand there.

“Tell me what you want me to do.”

He cannot explain how, but he can feel the grin spreading on her pretty lips at the needy tone of his voice even before she speaks again.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Azriel lowered his sleeping shorts to free his cock. “Gwyn.” He wraps his hand around his cock, wishing again that it was her smaller hands there instead. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

Gwyn hums through the phone. Azriel knows her well enough to know that the little minx is contemplating all the ways she can torture him, as if being apart from her and not being able to touch her is not torture enough.

“I want you, Azriel,” his name coming from her mouth has him tightening his grip on his cock. “I want you to spread my legs and put your mouth on my pussy. I want you to lick me until I beg you to let me come.”

Azriel starts to stroke his cock as slowly as he can while savouring every single one of her words. “Then,” she continues, “After you’ve taken every drop of my cum, I want you to kiss me. I want to taste my cum from your tongue and know what makes you crave me so much that you can never get enough.”

Screw slow. Azriel groans as he pumps his cock faster, picturing everything she is describing. The slight whimper coming from the phone lets him know that she is touching herself too. Azriel tugs at his hair with his free hand at the thought of her hand buried inside her while she thinks of him.

“Don’t stop, love,” he begs her.

Gwyn keeps going, her voice sounding just like it usually does when he has her pinned beneath him, desperate for him.

“I want your cock inside me, Az. I want you to fuck me. Hard and fast.”

Azriel’s hand on his cock moves to the rhythm of Gwyn’s words. He strokes himself harder and faster, imagining Gwyn watching his cock, glistening with her wetness and thrusting inside her over and over again. That, combined with the little moans from Gwyn and their heavy breathing soon brings Azriel to his limit.

“I want you to fuck me until I come so hard that I scream your name for everyone to hear. And I want you to keep fucking me until you come inside me.”

“Fuck, Gwyn. ” His grunt is followed by Gwyn’s whine. The sounds she makes get louder, until she moans his name right before she comes with a gasp.

Azriel thinks of her body flushed and shivering in ecstasy while he fucks her through her orgasm. He keeps pumping his cock, toying the line between pain and pleasure until he climaxes, his cum spilling over his hands and chest as his body shudders.

Azriel keeps his eyes closed even after he calms down and his breathing returns to normal. He remains like this until he hears Gwyn’s voice through the phone again.

“Az?”

“Hm?” is all he manages to reply.

Gwyn laughs. “I can’t wait for you to come back.” He can’t wait either.

Hope you like it anon ♥

#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel shadowsinger #Gwynriel smut #Sorry it took a while to write anon #If anyone has any request I'm happy to try

[foundress0fnothing]

When It Rains—Part 3

This is the final update for When It Rains as part of the ACOTAR Writing Circle. You can find part 1 by @headcanonheadcase here and part 2 by @sunshinebingo here.

Thanks to @azrielshadowssing for organizing this incredible event!

Sorry for the late evening update—I was without wifi in rural Kentucky this weekend 🫠

Please note the rating change--this gets smutty!

Read on AO3!

Gwyn was not too proud to admit that she had fantasized about kissing Azriel for almost as long as she had known him.  

In her mind, their first kiss had gone a lot of different ways: after a heartfelt profession of love in the pouring rain, as a secret liaison out of sight in the kitchen during one of their friend group game nights, and—after going on a Spider-Man movie binge with Nesta and Emerie—with Azriel hanging upside down somehow. Which, in Gwyn’s opinion, would make him more like a bat than a spider, but that was neither here nor there. Probably.

And yet despite all her fantasies, she had not imagined that their first kiss would be in the middle of the night on their annual camping trip, with both of them half-naked and packed into a sleeping bag together. At least there was rain, she supposed.

But as she savored the feeling of his lips on hers, tentative and tender—and as Azriel kissed her back—Gwyn knew that she wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

But she wanted to see his face, wanted to hear him say her name, wanted to confirm that he too felt the magic of this kiss. So she broke away, pulling back to better see him. 

Azriel opened his eyes slowly, as if he were trying to hold on to the moment before it slipped away. Lips slightly parted, he let his eyes drink her in, wandering lower and lower until they stalled where his hoodie hit her upper thigh. She could feel the heat of his gaze searing her skin and wondered for a panicked moment if he could tell she was bare underneath the black fabric. His eyes snapped back up to hers, the air between them suddenly electric, and Gwyn was sure he knew. But he only made a low sound in his throat and said, “Fuck, I love you in my clothes,” before cupping her face, his hand stretching from her temple to her chin, and drawing her in for another kiss. 

While the first kiss had been curious and sweet, this was something much different—hungry and feverish and insisting—and Gwyn found herself wondering, hoping even, that perhaps Azriel had been wanting this as long as she had. 

Breathing raggedly, this time Azriel was the one to pull back, although he kept his hand on her face, chuckling softly under his breath. Gwyn narrowed her eyes at him. “Something funny, Azriel?”

“No, I’m—I’m not laughing at you. Or us. Or this. It’s just that—“ he smiled, the left corner of his mouth twitching upwards. “I think I’ll need a new ‘never have I ever.’”

Gwyn rolled her eyes at that, although she too started smiling. “I don’t think we need to keep playing anymore.”

“No, I think we do,” Azriel said, moving his hand lower so he could capture her chin and better tilt her face up to his. “Everything I say seems to get turned on its head with you. And I’d like that to keep happening.” He kissed her, light and teasing. 

“You sound a little too sure of yourself there, Azriel.”

“Well, Berdara, you haven’t proven me wrong yet.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Never have I ever met a more infuriating person than you.”

Azriel hummed and raised his eyebrows. “Is that so?”

“It is,” Gwyn said primly, although she couldn’t help the smile that broke across her face. 

She marveled then that she might get to have this—might get to have Azriel as both her friend and her partner, someone to laugh with and kiss and tease and love, all in one. It seemed almost too good to be real.

And Gwyn knew—she knew—that it was, and that he was feeling this as strongly as she, but she wanted to hear him say it anyway. “This isn’t just a game to you, Azriel, right? Not just trying to beat me at never-have-I-ever?”

His mouth settled into a serious line, although Gwyn could still catch hints of mirth from their banter lighting his eyes. “Does it feel like a game, Gwyneth?”

She smiled. “No?”

“No,” Azriel confirmed. “Not a game. Not with you.”

There was a beat of silence, neither of them quite sure what came next.

Gwyn decided to break the stalemate. “I’ve liked you for a long time, Az.”

She was expecting him to answer in kind, to tell her that he had also been pining after her since they met three years ago, to use their mutual vulnerability to steal another kiss, to let his hands start to wander while he kissed her, to—but Azriel interrupted her fantasies of a grand romantic moment, saying instead, “Mmmm no, I don’t think that’s true.”

Gwyn blinked at him. “You don’t think it’s true…that I’ve liked you for a long time?”

“I don’t. And do you want to know why, Gwyn?”

She raised an eyebrow. 

“It’s because you said you loved me.” He quoted her: “Never have I ever kissed someone whom I have loved for years.” Azriel smiled at her almost smugly, eyes challenging. 

Fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuck. 

Gwyn blinked at him, not trusting herself to say anything yet. Did she love him? Yes. How could she not? Azriel was unfairly hot, and she had eyes after all. He was also the person who always made her laugh. And that was perhaps even more important.

But was she ready to tell him that—that she loved him—today? Right after their first kiss, like this? Fuck no. 

Hoping that her hesitation hadn’t been too noticeable, Gwyn forced a laugh and said, “Well…uh…I…I must have gotten confused about the never have I ever rules,” she babbled. “Can never remember if you say something that’s true or not, you know—the wording is confusing, and—”

But Azriel didn’t buy it. “I thought we weren’t playing games, Berdara.”

She blanched. “I’m not playing games. I just—” she paused, trying to find the right words. “I just didn’t want to tell you so soon. Or like this.”

“But you do? Love me?”

Gwyn nodded and whispered, “I do.”

He smiled widely at that, the expression more open and joyful than anything Gwyn had seen on his face before. “So how would you have told me? If it were up to you?”

“Do you think I’m that insane? Trying to plan out everything?” Gwyn retorted, choosing to ignore the romantic plans for their evening she had been making a few moments earlier. 

Azriel knew her too well. “Don’t you?”

At that, Gwyn decided the only acceptable response was no response at all, and she jokingly turned her head away with all the dignity she could muster. 

But Azriel didn't let the silence linger long, only laughing slightly at her stubbornness before admitting, “I’ve planned it, Gwyn. How I would tell you that I loved you.”

Her breath caught in her throat as she turned back to face him. “You—what?”

“I’ve been planning how I’d tell you that I love you since I first saw you in our campsite three years ago.”

“Your campsite?” The groups had never resolved who was at fault for the site mix-up, and so arguments like this had long been a staple of their gatherings. 

Azriel scowled. “Is that really the detail you want to focus on right now?”

Gwyn kissed him lightly on the nose. “No. Please continue. I want to hear more about how you’ve been chickening out of telling me that you loved me for three years,” she teased. 

“Like you haven’t been doing the exact same thing, Berdara.”

“Is that really the detail you want to focus on right now?” Gwyn parroted his own words back at him, looking at him in challenge.

Azriel rolled his eyes. “Fine.” He paused, and then said, all in a rush, “I’ve thought about telling you that I love you every single day for the last three years. I kept trying to find ways that first camping trip—hell, I even stashed my tent in your car after I chickened out all weekend, just for another chance to see you again and get my head out of my ass. And then kept chickening out every day after that. And then everyone started coupling up and the moment never felt right, you know?—I didn’t want you to feel that I only wanted you because it ‘made sense’ for the group. And now it turns out that I didn’t even get to tell you that I love you first—you beat me to it, Gwyn. You were brave first.” His hand, which had settled somewhere around her shoulders, reached back up to cup her face. 

Gwyn felt a little dizzy. “You…you mixed up the tents on purpose?”

“I’m sorry—that’s what you’re taking from this?” Azriel looked a little affronted.

“No, no—well, not totally.” Gwyn was quick to reassure him, feeling the fever pitch of his heartbeat underneath her hand that still rested on his chest. “I just—I can’t believe that was you.”

“I was a desperate man, Gwyn.”

She laughed and then narrowed her eyes, suspicious. “Are you still? Did you plan all this?”

“Did I plan…all what?”

“I don’t know, tonight—the tent rip, the rain, the shirtlessness.” She reluctantly moved her hand away from him to gesture awkwardly at his body in the close confines of the sleeping bag.

At that, Azriel laughed. “You think I called in a favor with the weather gods to make tonight happen?”

She scowled. “Well, the shirtlessness, at least, has to be intentional.”

“Are you complaining, Gwyneth?” His voice, which had returned to its more normal register after the earlier passion of their kiss suddenly deepend, turned challenging, sensual.

Not to be outdone, Gwyn scooted back as far as she could and looked him up and down, making a big show of ogling the sculpted muscles and intricate tattoos that had been the object of far too many of her daydreams since she first laid eyes on them. God, how she had dreamed of running her hands across his chest, of kissing down it until she reached the line of his pants and the V of his hips and she could finally taste what was underneath.

Caught up in finally indulging herself, Gwyn didn’t notice that her maneuvering had shifted the hoodie up higher on her legs. But Azriel didn’t miss it.

“Well, Berdara,” he said, his voice a little strained, causing Gwyn to snap her eyes back up to his face. Had she offended him with her teasing? But his gaze was once again directed at her legs. “There’s another never have I ever you’ve ruined for me, Berdara.”

“Oh?”

“Oh.” He echoed. “I can no longer claim that I’ve never shared a sleeping bag with someone who decided it would be fine if she just took off her underwear.”

Shit. Gwyn glanced down at herself, and, sure enough, the hoodie had risen just high enough that it was clear she wasn’t wearing anything except the hoodie. Not that he could see much from their angle, but still. Her heartbeat raced, and she felt a furious blush color her face. “I—” Fuck, what does one say in this situation? Gwyn certainly didn’t know. “I wasn’t trying to start anything, I promise! It’s just—they were wet.”

“Oh, were they?” The challenging purr was back in his voice.

“Yes.” She paused, then—“From the rain, you pervert.”

He clicked his tongue. “Disappointing.”

“Uh…” Gwyn was still mortified, still didn’t know what to say. Maybe it would be better if she got up now. It couldn’t still be storming, right? Sleeping in a waterlogged tent couldn’t be worse than this, certainly. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to reach her hands between them and yank the hoodie back down.

But Azriel stopped her hands before she could. “I think you misunderstood me. I’m disappointed they were only wet from the rain, not that they’re not there. That, I don’t mind at all.”

Gwyn felt her breath shudder at his words. Her heart was still racing, face still flushing, but for an entirely different reason than before, heat pooling deliciously in her stomach. She found her voice again: “Is that so, Azriel?” She tried to match his purr, to sound as flirty and coy, but she was a little too breathless to pull it off convincingly.

“Mmmm. It is.” He moved her hands to settle around his neck before allowing his own to graze the sides of her waist, moving in slow, tortuous circles. She arched into his touch, desperate for more of the sensation of his hands on her body. 

Eyes on hers the whole time, Azriel asked, “If I touched you now, Gwyneth, would you still only be wet from the rain?”

Emboldened by the challenge in his gaze and the ache coursing through her body, Gwyn retorted, “Why don’t you find out, Azriel?”

And that was all the invitation he needed, eagerly slotting his mouth back onto hers with a ferocity that made the passion of their earlier kisses feel embarrassingly chaste. He shifted his weight to the side, moving one hand up to cup her breasts under the hoodie while the other skirted lower and lower until it teased her inner thighs.

Gwyn made a soft sound involuntarily in her throat, spreading her legs wider in invitation. 

“‘Eager, Gwyn?” Azriel teased, relinquishing her mouth for just a moment. 

“Yes.” She admitted shamelessly—“I’ve been waiting for this for three years, Azriel.”

At that, he grimaced. “Allow me to apologize for my earlier cowardice then.” He captured her mouth again before gently sliding a finger into her soft, wet heat.

“Oh.” Gwyn couldn’t contain her moan as Azriel almost lazily started pumping his finger in and out of her cunt, teasing her clit simultaneously as he did so. “Azriel…”

“That’s right, Gwyn,” he said, voice gruff. “So wet for me, baby. Just like that.”

He slipped another finger inside, hitting a spot that made her see stars for a moment. Her breathing grew heavy as her head swum and she wanted, she needed—

“So perfect, Gwyn, that’s right.” He interrupted her desperate train of thought.

She moaned at his praise and he continued, “Be my good girl, baby. Come on my fingers.”

And Gwyn shattered.

As she came down from the high of her orgasm, she found Azriel still gently teasing her clit, kissing her collarbone as he gazed at her with a self-satisfied grin.

“Do you accept my apology, Gwyn?” He asked between kisses.

No. She did not. Especially not with that look on his face. Narrowing her eyes at him, she said, “I’m not sure. Is that the best you have to offer?”

Azriel’s eyes flared at her challenge. Holding her gaze steadily, he removed his hand from between her legs and brought it up to her mouth, smearing her lips with the evidence of her pleasure. Gwyn almost moaned from the loss of contact and then from the dominance of his action. 

“Does it taste like an insufficient apology, Gwyneth?”

God, she wanted more. Gwyn could have guessed that Azriel would be like this in bed—commanding and bossy and far too cocky—but she loved every bit of it, craved more of it.

“Tell me what you want, Gwyn,” he continued, tilting his head down to kiss her and taste the remnants of her orgasm. “Tell me how to make it up to you. Tell me how to show you that I love you.”

“Fuck, Azriel, I—” She groaned as he kept kissing her. “More…I need—more. I want you to fuck me. Now.”

The kisses he was peppering across her lips suddenly renewed in ferocity as he ground himself into her and Gwyn felt the evidence of his arousal, long and hard, through his sweatpants. 

Breaking the kiss and sliding back to slip the pants off, Azriel paused in his motions to gaze at her. “Take the hoodie off, Gwyn.”

She did.

“Beautiful.” He breathed out, eyes hungrily tracing the contours of her breasts, of her stomach.

She blushed, then reached up to help him slide his sweatpants off. If he got to look, then so did she.

And oh.

Gwyn knew that Azriel would be big from what she had felt previously. But nothing could have prepared her for the sight of his cock, long and hard and unfairly pretty. Almost unconsciously, she reached her hand out to grasp it, running her thumb through the precum beading at the tip before she started to pump him.

“Christ, Gwyn.” He moaned, breathing ragged. She would have kept going, but he stopped her hand. “Not tonight. Not if you want me to fuck you.”

And she did. “Condom?” 

Azriel flung his arm over to his bag, fishing around in an inner pocket until he pulled out a square of shiny foil. “Came prepared,” he said, slightly sheepishly.

“Yes. Good. Perfect.” She panted, deciding that she would tease him about his preparedness in the morning.

Ripping open the package and rolling the condom down his cock, Azriel lined himself up with her entrance and began to slowly push into her. Gwyn’s eyes rolled back in her head—he was so big and she was so full and she needed—“More, Azriel. Fuck me.”

And he did, snapping his hips forward and fucking into her, hard and fast and perfect, and Gwyn thought this might be heaven. She moaned loudly, not caring if the other tents heard her, caught up in the bliss of this moment.

He swallowed her moan with a kiss. “Perfect, baby, yes. Be loud for me, Gwyn, that’s right. I want to hear you.”

“God, yes, Azriel,” Gwyn breathed out.

“Are you going to come on my cock, baby? Fuck, you take me so well.” She was close, her breathing heavy, hands feverish as she tried to snake them between their bodies so she could play with her clit.

“Let me, Gwyn.” Azriel reached between them and began to do it himself, driving her almost to insanity with the overwhelming sensation of him everywhere. “This is my apology after all. Let me do the work.” 

She could feel her pleasure rapidly climbing, his hands and his words and his cock almost too much to take. “Azriel, I’m going to—”

And she came with a loud moan, Azriel roaring with his own climax a moment later. The two of them lay there, panting, spent, in each other's arms for a moment.

This time, Azriel was the first to speak. “I love you, Gwyn.”

“ I love you, Azriel.” As they cleaned up and Gwyn snuggled into his chest, she thought that this moment might have been worth the ripped tent and soaked sleeping bag after all.

Gwyn and Azriel did not stumble out of the tent until late the next morning. Hand in hand, blinking in the bright morning sun, they were immediately greeted with raucous applause and catcalls from the group. Even Elain, who normally pretended to be a little more reserved than the rest of the party, gave a shockingly loud wolf whistle. 

Gwyn felt her face begin to heat as she realized that everyone—all eight of them—knew exactly what she and Azriel had gotten up to last night. 

She almost ducked back into the tent, but Azriel kept a firm grip on her hand and dragged her over to the fire where coffee and breakfast were keeping warm, only relinquishing his grip to pour two cups of coffee after he was certain she wouldn’t flee.

Nesta and Emerie pounced on her immediately. “Fucking finally,” Nesta said. “Do you know how long we’ve been waiting for this?”

Gwyn rolled her eyes. “I think that’s a little dramatic, Nesta.”

She shook her head emphatically. “Nope. Not even a little. And I expect you to tell me exactly how it was.” To emphasize her point, Nesta held her hands up facing each other and began to spread them wider. “Just tell me when to stop, Gwyn. I need a sense of what we’re working with.”

Gwyn’s eyes widened, but before she could say anything, Cassian interrupted from behind them. “What the actual fuck, Nesta? I rip the tent on purpose for you and spend all day feeling bad for little Gwynnie, and this is how you thank me?”

Gwyn whirled on him. “You ripped my tent on purpose?” 

He at least had the dignity to look a little ashamed. “I’ll buy you a new one? Not that you need it now, apparently.”

She glared at him.

He smiled defensively. “I just thought you needed a push, that’s all.”

“I’m sorry, you thought they needed a push?” Nesta interjected. “It was my idea.”

“No it wasn’t.”

“No, it was my idea,” Feyre said, suddenly joining in the argument. “I mentioned to you months ago that Rhys and I thought Az and Gwyn would make a cute couple.”

“Like hell you did, Feyre—” Nesta began.

As Gwyn fondly watched her friends—her family, really—devolve into an argument, she felt Azriel at her elbow. He handed her a cup of coffee, and she took it, looking up at him. He shrugged at her with a pointed look, much like he always had when the two of them had been the only single ones watching the antics of the couples in the group. She grinned back at him, taking his now free hand and settling it around her shoulders. He kissed the top of her head. 

It had taken three years for them to get here, and Gwyn wouldn’t change a single thing.

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[arcturustarlight]

So.

This is the vibe.

Anyone want the fic??

It's already written, i only have to proofread it.

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[aldbooks]

A little kinky fun one shot inspired by this fanart of Azriel.

Summary: Gwyn finds Azriel in a broody mood and, in order to coax him out of it… and Gwyn gets to try out a few new tastes…

Rating: E - NSFW 🌶🌶🌶 5,076 words

Read on AO3

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[shadowsxgwynriel]

Midnight Desires

Synopsis: A night of passion for Azriel and Gwyn

Be warned that this is just pure smut! There is no plot whatsoever.

Warning: Somnophila/Breath play/Choking/Rough oral/Dirty talking

Read on AO3

Snippet:

He lurked in the shadows, watching as his beautiful wife slept soundly.

Azriel took a second to admire Gwyn’s naked form. He had every inch of her creamy skin memorized, including the freckles that were scattered all over her body. But still, he gazed at her like it was for the first time.

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[thebelladonnamoon]

ACOSAS | Chapter 38 - The Art of Giving | Artwork

A steamy submission for Gwynriel Week 2, Day 4: NSFW

Inspired by Chapter 38 of ACOSAS 'The Art of Giving'

Read the chapter that inspired this artwork here on Ao3

"Every movement he made in her, seemed to fill her, seal her to completion. There was a song laced through the rhythm of their devoted bodies, one that she had known the tune to for a very long time. A hymn that seemed to be coaxed from the marrow of her bones, echoed by the shadows entwining them. Every stroke, every kiss, said;

Don’t worry. 

I love you. 

You’re safe now. 

I love you.

You’re safe with me.

I love you.

Gwyn wondered if he heard that symphony too. The one that could have rattled the stars and shaken the planets anew. And when she looked at him, brow littered with droplets of sweat, hazel eyes aflame and features contorted into some kind of divine pleasure, she knew he had."

-A Court of Scars and Shadows

Artist: @flyora (flyora.art on Instagram)

@gwynrielweeksofficial

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[hlizr50]

For day 4 of Gwynriel Weeks 2023 I am excited to present a NSFW oneshot inspired by art by @heyovivi and commissioned by @booknerd87

You can see it posted on Instagram here.

Read on AO3

Here's a snippet:

 “You should be careful of that mouth, love. It could get you into trouble.”

Azriel caged her underneath him, his arms outside her shoulders and his knees brushing her hips. His wings spread above him, a show of dominance that left his lover unimpressed as she snorted and rolled her eyes.

“Oh, yes, you’re a big, strong male,” she crooned. Gwyn lifted her hands and ran them down the hard planes of his chest before the contact became infinitely lighter, her fingernails dragging lightly over his obliques, making the muscle clench. In one swift motion the spymaster gripped both of her wrists and pinned them to the mattress above her head.

“You think you’re so clever,” he hissed, his muscles still rippling from where her touch had tickled his flesh. “You think that just because you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking seen that you can just say whatever you please, without consequence.” He kept her secured as he dipped down to brush a painfully chaste kiss upon her lips. Switching his grip so that both of her wrists were in on hand, he blindly reached for the ribbon that was still pooled in a tiny pile on the mattress.

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[jennierubyjanersblog]

INTIMACY 

well, after some time, I am back with a new chapter. Please be aware of the big warning at the beginning of the chapter!

INTENSITY

WARNING: the chapter involves explicit anal sex. In case you’re uncomfortable with it, I’d recommend skipping this chapter. 

SNIPPET

His words almost sent her over the edge, Gwyn’s spine curving and her ass pushing further against him. “W-what’s holding you back now, then, Shadowsinger?” Gwyn panted shakily.

At her taunting, Azriel’s hips halted, his cock almost out of her. A sinister smirk adorned his handsome, lust-filled face, as Azriel grabbed her cheeks and gently turned her face to look at him. “Am I not fucking you good enough, my dear Gwyneth?”

A shiver ran down her back at his sensual voice, at the dark edge into his words. She bit her lip, aware of what was to come, but her body ached for more. “If you stopped to question this, you got your answer.”

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