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shadowdaddies · 28 days

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Your Nesta fic was so hot but imagine this: being in a quad with Az, Cass, and Nesta and Nesta punishing you in front of them 😫

I- this is so hot I need to get some fresh air

The Dilemma

Nesta x Reader x Azriel x Cassian

warnings: pure smut, oral f!receiving, edging, pussy spanking, bondage, use of strap-on, cockwarming, p in v sex

“You still don’t want to talk?” Nesta purred, her soft voice low and teasing, at odds with how tightly she bound the silk ties around your wrists.

Your entire body flushed with embarrassment and arousal at the position, completely bare as you knelt on the mattress facing where Cassian and Azriel were seated.

Nesta’s nails raked up your sides, pulling your back to her chest as she pinched your nipples harshly, twisting and pulling. “I know it was one of them who decided to use you to tease me. I smell both of them on you.”

A hand slid down your front, palm flat as she inched closer to your throbbing core. She paused, hand hovering over where you needed her most. Soft lips brushed the shell of your ear, tongue flicking out before whispering her taunt.

“You know you deserve to be punished. Sending your pleasure down the bond like that, making it impossible for me to focus on training,” she growled the last words, unable to control her own frustrations. “But if you tell me whose idea it was, I’ll lessen your punishment.”

Cassian and Azriel sat straight in their chairs, both still naked from your earlier actions. Like you, they knew better than to push Nesta any further, lest they worsen their own punishments.

A harsh slap to your pussy sent a jolt through you, a small yelp escaping your lips at the sting of Nesta’s hand. You were really in for it tonight, but you forced your gaze toward the ceiling to avoid giving away who had started all of this. Azriel.

He’d come home from mission, eager to touch you despite Nesta telling you and Cassian to wait for her to join you. As much as you tried to wait, you burned for Azriel’s touch, his hazel eyes glowing with desire impossible to resist.

Both you and Cassian knew that whatever Nesta might do to punish you, was nothing compared to what the shadowsinger would have in store if you ratted him out.

And now, you lay bare and bound before all of them, arousal dripping onto the sheets as Nesta made a display of your humiliation. “I guess you will get all of my attention then... As you so desperately craved.”

A delicate hand wound around your hair, eliciting a whimper from you as the valkyrie yanked your head back, forcing your back to arch, neck exposed.

“Please, Nes. I’m sorry. It was me,” you breathed, tears already welling behind your eyes from the pure need to have her hands on you.

She laughed softly behind you, the sound devoid of humor as she ran a hand along your inner thighs, feather-light touch leaving you careening against her hold.

“We both know it wasn’t you pet,” she murmured, teeth grazing your throat. Without warning, she plunged two fingers into your heat, curling and twisting while her thumb swiped at your clit.

Pathetic moans left you, the scent of arousal growing heady in the room as a groan escaped Cassian. Brow furrowed, your jaw hung open in ecstasy as the coil wound tighter.

Pussy clenching around Nesta’s fingers, you mumbled a warning that you were close - only for her to pull her hand away. You’d hardly registered the shock when Nesta stuffed her hand into your mouth, long fingers wet with your own slick.

“Suck,” she ordered, the hand holding your hair pushing you forward to take her further into your mouth. A whine escaped you, eyes squeezing shut as you fought the instinct to look at either of the males in front of you.

“Good pet,” Nesta cooed as you sucked her digits eagerly, her own silver eyes not focused on you at all, but Azriel’s shadows that oscillated with need and irritation.

Slipping her fingers from your mouth, Nesta’s hands moved to your hips, quickly flipping you onto your back, hands awkwardly bound beneath you.

“Azriel, you may lend some shadows,” Nesta purred with a wicked smile, golden brown hair falling out of her braid as she lowered herself over your puffy clit. Tongue flicked out just as shadows began twining over your body, soft touches driving you mad with need.

“More, please,” you begged, tears falling down as Azriel’s shadows worked in tandem with Nesta’s tongue, all of them lapping lazily at your most sensitive parts as you were held on the edge of orgasm.

“You know what to do if you want this to stop,” she crooned, tongue prodding at your entrance to emphasize her power over you.

“I- I can’t,” you sobbed, eyes rolling back as cool shadows pinched your nipples. You felt Nesta’s presence pull away before another smack landed against your pussy.

“Fine, then.” Once again, you were flipped around like a doll, this time your ass in the air, face awkwardly pressed to the sheets as you were forced to look at where Cassian and Azriel sat. Their cocks were painfully hard and leaking, both males’ wings practically twitching as they struggled to stay put.

The sound of a drawer opening and closing sounded from behind you, pussy clenching around nothing in reaction when you realized what was coming.

Nesta’s strap snapped onto her hips, her cock sliding lazily up and down your abused pussy. Rocking against her, you silently pleaded for her to take you. Hard or soft, fast or slow - you didn’t care anymore.

With one swift thrust, Nesta’s cock was fully inside of you, stretching your walls with a painful pleasure. Hands gripped your waist firmly, her hips snapping against yours at a brutal pace like never before.

A hand landed harshly on your ass, the sting eliciting a scream from your lips as your legs shook beneath you. “Come on, love. Tell me whose idea it was, and I’ll let you cum,” Nesta cooed, unrelenting in her pace.

You couldn’t stop yourself, eyes flicking to Azriel’s in a desperate attempt for mercy, a bargain, anything. Immediately, Nesta stilled behind you, and as Azriel’s gaze flicked to hers, you knew that you’d given him away.

“I knew it,” Nesta scoffed, pulling out of you before releasing your binds. Azriel thrummed with anger, eyes darting to yours in silent promise that confirmed what you already knew: you were now in for a much worse punishment.

“Get up,” Nesta commanded, voice breezy and calm as she smacked your ass. You fumbled to stand, holding onto the edge of the mattress for support as your legs failed to hold you up.

“I- I didn’t...” you fumbled for words, searching Nesta with pleading eyes.

Cruel amusement shone in her silver gaze, which never left yours as she crooked a finger, beckoning Cassian to her. “Cassian, on the bed,” she ordered. “And you,” she growled, “on Azriel’s cock.”

“Do not move,” Nesta directed at Azriel and you, and you understood what she meant. You lowered yourself to Azriel’s cock, his hands holding you firmly on his hips as he filled you so deeply.

“Now you’ll watch Cassian fuck me, while I think about what to do about the both of you,” the valkyrie purred, lowering to her knees and elbows just how you’d been minutes prior while Cassian lined up behind her.

“I hope you know how much trouble you’re in,” Azriel breathed, his gravelly voice sending a chill down your spine.

You watched Nesta’s face, pure bliss at the feeling of Cassian inside of her and you clenched around Azriel’s cock. No words came from the shadowsinger, but his grip tightened on your hips as shadows began to twine up your legs.

Heart thundering in your chest, you whined as you made eye contact with Nesta on the bed, bracing yourself for the long night ahead of you.

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sydneymack · 6 months

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Cassian, Nesta and Azriel - A Court of Thorns and Roses

Artist: @kri_stasss_ for @dreamscapealley

#nessriel #nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #azriel #acotar #sjmaas

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tsunami-of-tears · 1 month

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Subtle

Azriel x Reader, Nesta x Reader, Nessian

Summary: Reader and Nesta have a crush on each other but aren’t sure if they should make a move.

A/N: WHY DO I KEEP MAKING CASSIAN SUCH A SUB?? I’m getting so hyped for poly!+ ACOTAR week!! I have so many drafts on the go rn

Wordcount: 1.2K

Warnings: Mostly fluff; Slightly sexual themes; Mention of cuck!Cassian (he’s so hot for that); Poly! relationship

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ

Sharing their bed was nothing new to Cassian and Nesta, often inviting both males and females to join them.

Cassian didn’t often get jealous, in fact - he quite enjoyed when Nesta would seek out other males. The only rule was that he wanted to watch.

Cassian was willing to give Nesta her privacy when it came to females. He understood that it was a different kind of intimacy. On occasion, Nesta would allow an audience. If Cassian was lucky, he’d be invited to join in.

The couple were getting ready to head out to Rita’s with the rest of the Inner Circle. There was nothing out of the ordinary about tonight, except for Nesta’s growing feelings for their friend, Y/N.

Nesta pauses in front of the mirror, trying to calm her racing mind. Her hair was styled in her signature coronet, and her sleek black dress perfectly hugged her figure.

Cassian walks up behind Nesta, admiring his mate as he slides his arms around her waist and kisses her tenderly on the cheek.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asks, concern lacing his voice.

“I’m nervous about tonight. About seeing Y/N,” She admits.

Cassian gives Nesta a small, reassuring smile, moving his hands to rest on her hips. “I wondered when this was going to come up. I noticed your affection towards her has grown. I just want you to be happy, my love.”

Nesta turns in Cassian’s arms to face him. “I know,” She says. “But I can’t tell if she feels the same. And I have no idea if Az will be okay with it.”

Cassian ponders her statement. “Do you want me to try broaching the topic with him?” He asks.

“I know it’s not your strong suit, but please try and be subtle. I don’t want to ruin things between us.”

“Sweetheart, subtle is my middle name,” Cassian grins widely.

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At Rita’s, Cassian, Azriel and Rhys are sat at their signature booth with glasses of whiskey in hand. The females are off dancing together; Mor with Feyre, and Nesta with Y/N.

Y/N throws her head back at something Nesta says, her melodic laughter barely heard over the music. The pair hold hands and spin around together, completely ignorant of the people around them.

Cassian watches his mate and her friend with a small smile. He would give anything to make Nesta happy. He takes a big sip of his drink before inclining his head towards Azriel. “Has Y/N ever expressed interest in females before?”

Rhys eyes his brothers, opting to stay quiet and see where this conversation is going. Azriel smirks and arches a brow. “Huh, why do you want to know that?” He asks.

Cassian shrugs, failing at his attempt to seem casual. “I was just wondering,” He says cooly.

“That’s a funny thing to wonder about my mate,” Azriel goads, “I’d ask the same about yours, but we both know the answer to that question.”

Rhys coughs, raising his hand to his mouth to keep his drink from spraying across the table.

Cassian sighs, “You know you’re a prick, right?”

“You can tell Nesta to make her move,” Azriel says with a wink.

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Y/N extends a hand, bowing to Nesta as a slow ballad starts to play throughout the hall. “Will you join me for this dance, milady?” She asks, each word laced with giggles now that the faewine has taken effect.

Nesta takes her hand, bowing in return. “I would be delighted,” she replies.

They both smile as they hold each other in a close embrace, swaying to the music. At this proximity, Y/N can’t avoid looking into Nesta’s eyes, and she risks a glance down to her lips.

Only for a second, but long enough that Nesta caught it.

Nesta’s lips curl upwards slightly and she tilts her head closer to Y/N’s.

“You don’t have to be shy with me,” Nesta murmurs as her gaze drops to Y/N’s mouth. Rather than quickly averting her eyes, Nesta lingers, taking in the soft curves - wondering how they’ll feel, what they’ll taste like.

Y/N’s heart pounds and the music fades into a dull roar as she stands still in her embrace with Nesta. The moment she’d thought about since the two first met was finally reality.

Their bodies fit together even better than Y/N had dreamed. They move in time, close enough to feel the others’ breath on their face.

Just a little bit more, that’s all it would take to close that gap, and maybe ruin their friendship.

Y/N doesn’t have to decide as Nesta chooses for her. She surges forward, pressing her soft lips to Y/N’s in a sweet kiss.

It only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough to make Y/N’s blood heat.

They part, breathing unevenly, Y/N bites her lower lip as she looks up into Nesta’s steel-blue eyes. “Do it again,” Y/N pants.

Nesta gently holds Y/N’s cheek as their lips meet again. It’s tender and unhurried, but it’s clear that Nesta is the one in control. Her tongue slips between Y/N’s lips, exploring and claiming her mouth.

They part for air, resting forehead against forehead and continue to sway to the music. They both smile shyly, cheeks flushed pink, not noticing anyone but each other.

They dance for a few more songs together before heading back to their booth for a drink. Azriel wraps his arm around Y/N as she slips into the seat beside him.

Y/N blushes furiously as a rather pleased-looking Nesta takes the seat opposite her, next to Cassian.

Cassian uses the bond to speak to Nesta, ‘That wasn’t exactly subtle.’

Nesta replies with the mental image of her making a vulgar gesture.

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After calling it a night, Y/N heads home with Azriel, walking hand in hand along the Sidra.

They stop at the end of the Rainbow, admiring the display of colours. Azriel takes Y/N’s other hand and kisses her lovingly. “Did you have fun tonight, my love?” Azriel asks, his lips curled into a soft small.

Y/N grips his hands tighter as she blushes again, and looks down at their feet. She had been harbouring feelings for Nesta from the moment they met. Azriel picked up on them fairly quickly through the bond. Though Y/N did her best to hide them, she couldn’t cover up just how alive the female made her feel.

Azriel gently lifts her chin so their eyes meet. He tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear before running his thumb over her cheek. “No need to be shy, my love. You already had my blessing. I am happy for you.”

Y/N looks up at her mate with wide eyes, silver tears threatening to spill over the edge. “Are you sure?” She asks.

“Of course,” Azriel kisses her softly, “If Nesta brings you more happiness, how can I deny you that? And besides, this” —he points at her chest, over her heart— “has so much love in it. There’s not any less for me if you give some to Nesta as well.”

Y/N wraps her arms tightly around Azriel, inhaling the scent of him, feeling the firmness of his body in her arms. “I love you so much.” She murmurs into the crook of his neck.

“I love you too, Y/N,” Azriel says, kissing the top of her head.

#poly!acotar #acotar #acosf #acotar fanfiction #acotar fic #a court of thorns and roses #acotar oneshot #acomaf #azriel x reader #nesta x reader #nessriel #nessriel x reader #poly!acotar x reader #nesta x you #nesta x y/n

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dustjacketdraws · 12 days

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Wip update in honor of poly week @polyacotarweek

Nesta x cassian x azriel just having a Sellyn Drake good time

#wip update #dustjacketdraws #fanart #poly+acotarweek2024 #nesta archeron #cassian #azriel #nessriel #nessian #nezriel #cazriel #sketch

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nocasdatsgay · 20 days

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Poly Week Masterlist

Happy Poly Week! @polyacotarweek Links will be added to the fic posts as the days pass. Please heed the content warnings on the fic post. All fics can be read as a stand alone.

You are responsible for what content you consume.

I made a key to give an idea of what to expect:

❤️‍🔥- smut

✨-fluff

🥀- slight emotional/mental angst (all stories have happy endings)

Day One Beginnings: And Then There Were Three

A Neapolitan Bonds Fic: You are invited to the Autumn celebrations as an emissary of Dawn. The High Lord’s mate invites you to meet him after the party is over. Alternatively: The night the mating bond snapped. Pairing: Azriel/Eris/Reader ❤️‍🔥

Day Two Comfort: Even High Lords Need a Break

A Neapolitan Bonds Fic: Eris is over working himself. You and Azriel decide to make him take the hounds for a walk. Pairing: Azriel/Eris/Reader ✨🥀

Day Three Secrets: Spring Time Affairs

Flora (OC) likes to rile her husband up, especially if it means she gets to play with Elain in the process. Pairing: Tamlin/OC/Lucien/Elain ❤️‍🔥

Day Four Adventure: Sharing is Caring

A Neapolitan Bonds Fic: Azriel has a surprise for you after the ball at Hewn City. The surprise is Rhysand and Feyre. Pairings: Azriel/Eris/Reader, Feysand, Reader/Feyre, Azriel/Rhysand ❤️‍🔥

Day Five Favorite Tropes: The Siren’s Song

Nesta Cassian and Azriel go to the middle to investigate an illegal trade route that is involved in some assaults in the Court of Nightmares. But instead of a headquarters they stumble upon the very field that’s being harvested. CW for Sex Pollen Pairing: Cassian/Azriel/Nesta ❤️‍🔥🥀

Day Six Celebration: The Rite of Spring

A Spring Time Affairs fic. A Calanmai fic. Tamlin and Flora complete the rite, going to find their loves once it is done and the next day help with cleaning up the festivities. Pairing: Tamlin/OC/Lucien/Elain ❤️‍🔥

Day Seven Free Day: Baby of Mine

A Spring Time Affairs Fic: After Calanmai and forgetting to take the tea, Flora is pregnant. The problem is, she doesn’t know if Tamlin or Lucien is the father. CW Pregnancy Pairing: Tamlin/OC/ Elain/Lucien✨🥀

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polyacotarweek · 11 days

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Poly+ ACOTAR Week 2024 Masterlists

Day 1: Beginnings

Day 2: Comfort

Day 3: Secrets

Day 4: Adventure

Day 5: Favorite Tropes

Day 6: Celebration

Day 7: Free Day

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thesistersarcheron · 8 months

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And then his hand was tangled in Cassian’s hair, and Nesta could do little more than breathe as Az pulled Cassian into the small circle of his wings beside her.

The way he slanted their lips together was quick. She might have even called it perfunctory if she wasn’t so close she could practically feel both of their hearts beating hard and see the way they both closed their eyes, tilting their heads to find the perfect angle.

“Mm.” Az made a considering noise as they parted, licking their lips, then lowered his head to taste Nesta’s neck without sparing a second. He followed the line Cassian had blazed earlier, licking and biting at her neck, as Cassian bent to steal a kiss from her lips.

He tasted like Azriel.

Nesta moaned, her knees going weak—

— viciousness & intelligence by @thesistersarcheron/miss_belivet

Can you even believe how perfect this is? I’m in total awe, and it is the absolute best gift I could have ever gotten. I can’t imagine a better scene or a better artist for these three. 🥺💕 Everyone say a big “Thank you!” to the best and most supportive bestie in the world, @ultadverb, for commissioning it!

Art by hmmr.art on Instagram Commissioned by @ultadverb

Reblogs are appreciated, but please do not repost without permission. ❌

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #a court of silver flames #nessriel #nesta archeron #cassian #azriel shadowsinger #nesta #azriel #acosf #acotar art #acotar fanart #hmmr.art #art #fanart #viciousnessintelligencefic #<- inspo #my fics

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fieldofdaisiies · 13 days

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for @polyacotarweek day 7: Free Day ✨ warnings: explicit content MDNI

Nesta, almost gingerly, steps inside the warm confines of the wooden space, wisps of steam gently coiling around her legs, embracing her like a warm and soft fur coat. With one hand still resting on the wooden door, she inhales deeply, greeted by a mixture of scents. The air is rich with the earthy aroma of herbs mingling with a hint of musk that beckons her further into the birchin.

This is not new territory. They have done this before. A few times — many times. Their bodies moving against each other, with each other. Azriel taking her from behind while Cassian claims her mouth or them switching places and all sorts of other positions that allowed the three of them to come together, to find the purest of pleasure in their shared moments.

But even though the three of them have already shared a bed many times before, every time they do it again is just as exciting as the first time — nerve-wrecking and absolutely delicious. The males never leave her unsatisfied, always treat her exactly how she deserves to be treated – she is their queen, and they are her loyal servants.

Nesta’s heartbeat is a steady pounding within her, her skin prickling with anticipation, damp heat pooling between her thighs when the musky scent of the two males truly seeps into her nostrils — arousal and sweat. She feels like she is walking on clouds when she takes two steps forward, like the steam is carrying her, making her feel weightless.

Nesta’s lips curl, all her senses becoming hyper aware of what is about to happen when she strokes two fingers down the length of her arm. She tips her head back, long hair shifting over her shoulders and then draws in a deep inhale, the cool, crispy air still creeping in from the half-closed door, sharpening her senses.

Her blood heats, skin tightening, and she lowers her chin, eyes already glazed over with desire, opening to a sight that makes her mouth water and her lips part.

In all his naked glory, Cassian, his hair falling in loose waves over his broad shoulders adorned with swirls of black ink and coated in a film of sweat, sits in a sprawl on the a bench on the left side of the birchin.

Nesta‘s chest heaves with a deep inhale when she meets his eyes, twin flames of lust burning in them. “Nes,” he drawls.

The corner of her mouth kicks up and she turns to look to the other side of the birchin. Cruel, stunning beauty is the only way she can describe the shadowsinger, casually leaning against the wall, scarred hands braced on his thighs, equally nude as her mate, eyes darkened with desire.

“We‘ve been expecting you,” Cassian drawls. The corner of his mouth kicks up when Nesta‘s gaze brushes him again. “Patiently waiting for our queen.”

“Thank you for having me.” A curtsey that makes all of them chuckle follows, heat now settling into every cell of her body; of course not only caused by the birchin, but by the males occupying it.

Her lids close, lips parting, excitement sparking within her, blossoming within her chest just like pure lust and passion. Desire.

“Sit,” Cassian beckons, slowly patting his strong thigh and she follows, striding to him with the grace of a Valkyrie warrior, each step elegant and coordinated, letting Cassian and Azriel see exactly what they should see, especially when she drops the towel.

It lands on the wooden floor and is forgotten in the next moment.

Once she stands between her mates thighs, she bends down to kiss him, offering the perfect view of her ass to Azriel who groans at the sight presented to him.

“Don’t tease, Nes,” Azriel drawls and rises from the bench. “Your mate told you to sit, so be a good girl and follow his order.” He moves into the middle of the toom, wings spread behind his back. “Sit. Your front facing me.”

She does as told, turning swiftly, then sitting down.

Cassian’s hands slide around her waist, slowly, delicately until he grabs her breasts, kneading them so softly one could forget he is a warrior. She gasps at him pinching her nipples, her hips jolting in response.

“Sweetheart,” Cassian purrs into her hair, watching how his brother nears them, gracefully moving towards them, shadows swirling around him.

Cassian’s mouth waters, at the sight of Azriel, his cock, thick and long, between his legs, and the feel of Nesta’s hot, damp skin against his own. Her skin is so soft, and he loves to hold her, squeeze and knead and taste every small part of her.

Azriel stops before them, and time stands still for a split second until he reaches out his hand, tucking a strand of hair behind Nesta‘s ear.

“Nes.” Azriel’s velvety voice is nothing more than a purr when he says her name. He lowers his hand and grasps her chin between his scarred thumb and index finger, tilting it up so her hooded gaze meets his.

“Tell me, Nes,” he breathes, holding eye-contact. “Are you a good girl?” A smirk spreads over his face. “Are you our good girl?”

The Valkyrie swallows thickly. Her desire is so acute, she almost wants to moan. Wetness slicks between her thighs and if she only lifts herself up, Cassian could slide his hard length into her. His hard length that now so deliciously presses against her ass. But she has to wait. Until she is allowed to do so. Until Az allows it.

Nesta slowly bows her head, or tries to. Azriel clicks his tongue, still holding onto her chin. “Words, Nes. Use your words. Let us hear your pretty voice.”

His eyes by now are also glazed over with desire, dark and endless.

“I am,” she says in a breathy but steady voice and a contented chuckle parts Azriel’s lips.

“Then make my brother feel good. Let him bury his cock in your pretty cunt, and ride him.”

Azriel strokes his thumb down to her jaw, brings his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply. Simultaneously, Cassian uses both his strong hands to lift her up, positioning her so that he can easily slide into her. Cassian’s eyes roll back in his head at the first contact, slowly sliding into her, her drenched walls hugging him so perfectly — she is made for him. They fit perfectly.

Nesta rolls her hips, working herself down the last bit of him, and exhales harshly once fully seated.

Cassian‘s broad hands hold onto her hips, guiding her, helping her lift herself up, before sinking down again. They fall into a perfect rhythm of giving and receiving, each roll of her hips perfectly met by one of his thrusts.

Satisfaction curls through him, a purely male hum making his chest rumble. Nesta‘s arches her back, hands reaching forward to hold onto her mate, her nails denting the skin on Cassian‘s thighs.

“Ride him, sweetheart,” Azriel drawls. “And make yourself come.” It’s about her pleasure. Always.

Cassian groans and then curls one broad hand around the base of her throat, pulling her to him. His teeth sink into the crook of her shoulder, tongue dragging slowly over her flushed and damp skin. “And make my brother feel just as good, sweetheart.”

Her head tips back a little more, moaning at the stretch her mate‘s cock is causing her. Each thrust makes her feel every glorious inch of him, and she knows she is already close to the edge, almost ready to fall. To explode.

Cassian’s hand drops again, fingers caressing her hip. The way her body rolls against his is close to divinity.

Nesta‘s legs braced on either side of his strong thighs, she arches her back, Cassian‘s hand gliding up her damp back, fisting the hair at the nape of her neck. She rides him deliciously slowly, each roll of her hips is met with a deep thrust from Cassian‘s side, and when he pulls on her hair, her lips part, opening for the shadowsinger. He strokes himself twice, smirking down at her, at her eyes, glazed-over with desire. Then tips the crown of his cock against her mouth, precome coating her lower lip.

She opens further up for the shadowsinger, greedily sucking the broad tip into her mouth, moaning around him.

The first swirl of her tongue around the tip of him, makes Azriel close his eyes for a small moment. His scarred hand slides to the back of her head, fisting her hair, guiding her. “Fuck, Nes,” he groans when she takes him deeper, simultaneously increasing the pace of her hips moving against her mate’s.

Azriel’s heated look meets Cassian, and a grin spreads over both their faces. That’s it — that’s fucking it. Her fantasy that once became their fantasy as well, and now reality.

This is real and nothing has ever felt that good. That right. All three of them work perfectly together, know exactly what the others want and desire, and perfectly meet their needs, tend to them.

“More,” Nesta says, voice muffled, lips fastening around Azriel‘s cock again. She sucks him deeper into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks so she can accommodate the broad length of him better. She pushes harder against Cassian in the same moment, wanting him to take her harder, fuck her how she is used to be be taken by him.

Both males comply, following her lead. Azriel’s cock hits the back of her throat, the same exact moment, Cassian drives his length so deep into her, she can feel a bulge in her lower belly, and flecks of white and black spark in front of her vision.

She brings up her hands, looking at Azriel through her lashes, and sees how a wicked grin spreads over his handsome face. She places her hands on him, now also taking care of the part her mouth can’t reach, playing with him, stimulating him to the fullest. She feels how his cock twitches inside her mouth, the muscles in his abdomen and his thighs flexing.

Once they have fallen into a perfect rhythm, everything around them fades into insignificance — minutes pass. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. Millenia. They are caught in a frenzied sensation, a haze full of heat, desire and passion, so pungent and strong, they feel like they are getting lost in one another.

The sound of two bodies moving against one another fills the air, accompanied by low guttural groans, purely male moans, gasps and soft gagging noises whenever Azriel’s cock hits the back of her mouth.

The two Illyrians are fucking into her with the strength of Illyrian warriors, but never in a way to hurt her, to make her feel like an object. It is about her pleasure, first and foremost all, always.

Cassian’s hand, the one not holding onto her hip, sensually slides around her waist, thumb finding the tight bud at the apex of her thighs with ease. Nesta arches her back, crying out, the sound muffled and choked, when her mate’s broad thumb presses down on her swollen clit. He starts to tub, toying with her clit, knowing she is close to the edge.

Her walls tighten around his cock, and release also gathers in his own spine.

When he lifts his gaze off his beautiful mate, Cassian can see how Azriel’s body goes stiff as well — all three of them are close, and they will let go together, fall over the edge together. Explode.

Cassian hits home one more time, one powerful thrusts that sends his mate over the edge, a gurgled scream leaving her. Just like Azriel, he follows her right over the edge. He sloppy continues to fuck into her, letting her ride out her high, guiding her by her hips, while swallows around Azriel, drinking down his hot seed before removing her swollen lips with a plop.

Azriel chases her lips, smashing his own against hers, kissing her deeply, tasting himself. Her soul has left her body long ago, she is caught in a haze, her vision blurry, blood rushing in her eyes, almost like sweet oblivion, satisfaction and pleasure still washing over her in big, tidal waves. Her limbs are like jelly, limb and tingly, but then she finds herself wedged between the two males when Azriel brings in his best friend for a kiss.

He kisses Cassian with the same fever, the same desire he kissed her. She slides her hands around Azriel, squeezing his ass, and feels how his muscles tense.

They are breathless for a moment, solely staring at one another. Cassian gently lifts Nesta up, but her legs are too wobbly to stand so she slumps against him. “That was perfect,” she breathes and folds a hand over her sweat-glazed forehead, a contented smile on her lips.

“Oh, Nes,” Azriel drawls, leaning down so his scarred thumb can stroke over flushed cheek. “We are only getting started.”

Every move that follows is coordinated without any more conversation passing between them. Everyone knows exactly what to do, where to move, until Azriel says, “Your sweet cunt now needs some extra care, sweetheart. Cass, do her the favour.”

Devouring his mate sounds like music in the general’s ear and so he wastes no moment to attach his lips to her aching centre, once again dripping with arousal and laps at it. Her back bows off the bench, the sound that leaves her mouth like music in Azriel and Cassian’s ears.

“Ass up, Cass, let me make you feel good.” The general doesn’t have to be told twice, following Azriel’s order immediately. Some massage oil, discarded in the birchin, serves as lube and once again the three of them come together, becoming a symphony of movements and noises, obscene and sensual.

Every thrust of Azriel into Cassian, drives the general’s tongue deeper into his mate’s wet heat, thumb toying with her aching clit, his other broad hand, kneading her breast.

“Fuck,” Nesta shouts, head whipping from one side to the other, one hand holding onto the bench beneath her, the other fisting her mate’s hair. Seeing how Azriel, his large wings spread wide behind his broad shoulders adorned with inked swirls, moves behind her mate, in him, is a sight for sore eyes and truly the most erotic thing she has ever seen. Her gaze, glazed-over and heavy-lidded, lands on Cassian, grabbing, stroking himself and with a moan and the image imprinted on her mind, she throws her head back.

It is the heat of the room and the act they are taking part in that makes her feel oblivious, white flecks appearing in front of her vision. She is so close, and when her mate spears his tongue into her once more, she shatters.

Her cry of pure bliss and pleasure hollows off the walls in the birchin, reverberating through their bodies and is the last thing before the damn breaks. Azriel follows right after Nesta, and Cassian only a moment after.

“Nothing will ever feel like this,” Cassian breathes.

“No one,” Azriel repeats, and slowly pulls out, wiping a hand over his forehead, brushing back a few damp curls.

Nesta grins in her fully blissed-out stage. “No one will ever feel like you two.”

#nesta x cassian x azriel #nessriel #acotar #acosf #nesta #azriel #cassian #poly+acotarweek2024

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acourtofladydeath · 21 days

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Here it is folks, my Poly+ ACOTAR Week 2024 Masterlist! It's time to get excited!!!

D1~Beginnings: "How I Met Your Fathers"

🥿 Feyre has a conversation with Nyx about how the bonds snapped between herself, Tamlin, and Rhysand. Inspired by the storytelling of "The Princess Bride" and "How I Met Your Mother" this is angsty, fluffy fun. (Feytamsand)

D2~Comfort: "Hold Me Close, Hold Me Tender"

🩸 Nesta has always struggled with more intense cycles than most, and when she became fae it only got worse. Thankfully, her mates Azriel and Cassian are there to take care of her. (Nessriel)

D3~Secrets: "Stairway Snoops"

👂🏽 Morrigan sleeps at the town house after a night out and as she's trying to sneak out, she learns a secret about four people she never expected to find together. (Azriel X Eris X Cassian X Nesta)

D4~Adventure: "Our Greatest Adventure"

👶🏽 Nesta, Cassian, and Azriel feel their baby kick for the first time and feel all the emotions. (Nessriel)

D5~Favorite Tropes: "Cold Feet, Autumn Fae, and Only One Bed"

🛌🏽 My first attempt at a headcanon post! The Band of Exiles are in a new relationship and immediately had to travel for work. Of course, Jurian books them a room with only one bed... (Jurian X Vassa X Lucien)

D6~Celebration: "Into the Fire"

🔥 Feyre doesn't listen when Tamlin tells her to stay in her room during Calanmai, and they both wind up in the cave with a very beastly Tamlin to complete the rite. *smut* (Feytamcien/Lufeylin)

D7~Free Day: "Know Your Place"

Chapter 1 of a new multichapter fic titled "Return to the Hewn City" 🦇 Eris and Nesta follow through on the conversation they had in the epilogue of "3 Jewels in the Hewn City" and teach their Illyrian mates their place. *smut* (Azris X Nessian)

I can't wait to share these all with you during @polyacotarweek!!!

Which one are you most excited for? Let me know in the comments and tags!

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witch-and-her-witcher · 19 days

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nessriel | E | hurt/comfort, modern AU - magic/CC inspired

Aux officer Cassian brings a stray home with him and he doesn't want to let her go. Lieutenant Azriel, and his life partner, thinks he has a bleeding heart and an undiagnosed mental health condition - until he meets Nesta Archeron for himself, sweating and vomiting through a self-led alcohol detox, and decides ... yeah, they should keep her. Nesta is at an all-time low, all her bridges burned, but she's going to pull herself together and try to keep her mess from spilling into these ridiculously gorgeous, kind-hearted Auxie's lives.

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(Thank you @popjunkie42 and @thesistersarcheron for the support read throughs!)

For Day One: Beginnings of @polyacotarweek!

Chapters 1-3/9

Preview Below

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Everything fucking hurts: Cassian’s knees are jammed up, his spine crackles along each vertebra, his balls feel like tenderized meat, and his godsdamn shoulder. Ripped out of the socket by a feral leopard shifter, high on pixie dust.

As if the hit that knocked him off of his feet wasn’t bad enough, the amount of paperwork he’d had to fill out because of the right hook he’d landed out of self-defense driven instinct afterwards was even more painful.

Cassian can feel the impact from his wing meeting with the concrete just as much as the strain in his neck from standing bent over the counter at the Aux.

Like the asshole knew how low tech they are.

“Mother fucker,” he mutters, slamming the unit door shut behind him.

He waits to hear the double beep of the lock before shoving the keys in his black jean’s front pocket and shuffling for the stairs to his apartment.

All Cassian wants is to get out of this fucking oppressive bullet-proof vest, kick off his boots, strip off his pants and sprawl on the couch with one hand down the front of his briefs and the other holding a cold beer. Put a game on. Maybe mess around with Az by sending him some dirty pictures.

An image of high cheekbones splattered with a dark flush, hot to the touch, flashes in his mind. Pupils blown wide and hand covering that seductive mouth to hide embarrassment.

Yeah, thinking about the pretty blush that will spread over his partner’s face? The way Az will jerk his head up to make sure no one saw … and then sneak another peek, maybe find an unoccupied room that doesn’t have cameras in it for some privacy?

Cassian grins wickedly.

He will definitely send dirty pictures.

Maybe after a beer or two, his shoulder won’t hurt so bad either and he can send a video tease. Get Az all worked up so he comes home in the morning ravenous, like a male possessed, ready to put Cass in his place for winding him up so tight —

A loud clatter right as Cassian rounds the stairwell to head up to the second floor cuts off his train of thought.

Engrained Aux training makes him hesitate.

Voices rise up behind the closest door.

Shit.

Apartment 132. A real sleazebag.

“— I’m a dirty whore? Yeah? Have you seen your fucking bed sheets?” A female’s voice becomes clear, growing louder along with heavy, slightly muffled footsteps on a carpeted floor. Drawing closer. “Learn how to do the laundry, you infantile asshole!”

The doorknob jiggles a few times along with a few incoherent curses before the door is wrenched open. Unsure what kind of scene is about to spill into the bottom floor of his apartment complex, Cassian holds still aside from his hand edging closer to his holster.

The female has her back to him, still yelling into the apartment with her middle finger in the air. “Your cleaning skills match the size of your cock, unsatisfact- ow!”

Cassian is braced for the collision course, but the female hasn’t been paying attention to anything but lobbing insults at the vampire arguing back half-heartedly from somewhere deeper in the apartment. She jumps as her bare shoulders connect with the kevlar covered metal plate on Cassian’s chest.

She whips around, hellfire seething from her. “Watch where the fuck you’re —”

The words die on her lips as she cranks her head up: taking in the uniform, the badge, the fucking Aux uniform aviator sunglasses perched on the bridge of Cass’s crooked nose.

With his polished talons gleaming two feet higher than his nearly six-and-a-half-foot height, he knows he looks intimidating as hell.

Her gaze lingers on the breadth of his shoulders, the swell of his biceps under his shirt sleeves, the thick column of his neck.

Cassian also knows he looks fit as hell.

“Shit,” she curses, but it’s breathy enough to sound unintentional.

The vampire is quicker than a whip, tossing a purse onto the concrete and slamming his door shut. The contents spill out of the purse because he hasn’t bothered to close it: chapstick, a pack of gum, various IDs and brightly packaged condoms ‘ribbed for her pleasure.’

Sleazebag.

The purple-colored veteran Aux ID in the discarded pile catches his attention, but Cassian doesn't give away his recognition.

“You alright, sweetheart?” he asks, cocking one brow up.

The hallway is open-air, but it does nothing to reduce the scent of chain-smoked cigarettes and strong alcohol coming off of the female.

The drop-dead gorgeous female.

#poly+acotarweek2024 #nessriel #cazriel #acotar #acotar fanfic #my writing #nesta x cassian x azriel

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chunkypossum · 2 months

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Iwas looking for another quote but came across this snippet instead perfect for thinking about @polyacotarweek

After half an hour, they walked shoulder to shoulder into the house. Their wings drug the ground out of exhaustion and they were limping but smiling and laughing anyway. Nesta was sitting at the dining room table when they passed, reading a book and playing with a bowl of fruit in front of her. She raised an eyebrow at them as they came into view and smirked. “Pitiful.” “Says the one who didn’t train at all today.” “I’m entitled to a day off.” Azriel knew she hadn’t been back up there since she had stabbed Cassian, something else no one seemed to be talking about. Her eyes flicked to Cassian’s shoulder so quickly Azriel almost missed it, probably would have if he hadn’t been searching her face. “So who won?” She asked. “I did.” They both said in unison and Nesta let out an unexpected snort before turning up her nose at them both. “You stink. Both of you.” Cassian held a hand to his heart in mock hurt and bent to kiss Nesta on the nose. “Take pity on us my love. Your males have been working so hard, perhaps you can show your appreciation by washing us yourself.” Nesta smacked him playfully in the shoulder. “You pig.” “Oh come on my love, Az wouldn’t even carry me after all the damage he did to my poor body. Someone has to want to take care of me.” “Pummeling you into oblivion is exhausting work, perhaps it’s you who should be carrying me.” Azriel laughed, leaning heavily onto Cassian for support as he pretended to faint. Cassian caught him with a huff, lifting him up into his arms. “Take pity on us?” He asked Nesta who rolled her eyes but walked ahead of them towards her bedroom anyway, perhaps swishing her hips more than was necessary. “Ech. You do stink.” Azriel turned his face away and pretended to gag while he tried to get up out of Cassian’s grasp. Cassian laughed and just held tighter before sauntering off after Nesta. “Come on princess, let’s get you cleaned up because I hate to break it to you,” Cassian leaned down and took a long, slow sniff of Azriel’s hair before grumbling in his ear, “but you stink too.” The moment had gone from playful to something much more intimate in the blink of an eye. Cassian carried Azriel all the way to his rooms, debating for a moment just disappearing into his shadows back to his own room. However, the moment they stepped through the threshold of the bathing room, both males watched with full attention as Nesta, her back turned towards them, let her gown drop from her shoulders, down to her waist then puddle on the floor at her feet. She began stepping down into the sunken bath and they were drawn to her like moths to a flame. Cassian practically dropped Azriel to the ground and began taking off his shirt and kicking off his boots as he walked to his mate who still had her back to them both. Azriel undressed as well and had his pants unlaced and slipped off before Cassian. While the other male was fumbling with his own laces, distracted by his mate, Azriel walked up behind him, pressing his bare body against Cassian’s back. He wrapped his arms around Cassian’s waist and peeled Cassian’s fingers away from his own laces.

Read the full fic, Kerosene on Ao3

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sydneymack · 15 days

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Nesta’s fantasy (gone wrong)

Nesta, Cass and Azriel - A Court of Thorns and Roses

Artist: @snowarox / @devnw

#nessriel #nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #azriel #acotar #sjmaas

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thoughtfulshepherdmongerkid · 1 year

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Finished it just in time!!

@nestaarcheronweek

#digital art #procrate #original work #acotar #azriel #azriel acotar #nesta archeron #nesta acotar #nesta #cassian #cassian acotar #nestaweek2023 #day four: lover(s)#if you see a flaw no you didn’t #I adore how this came out #but also don’t make me draw all three for a fat minute #nessriel

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dustjacketmusings · 2 months

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The main downside of nessriel as a ship is that not one but two of them have wings and it's just a massive inconvenience to figure out where they are all the time

#nesta archeron #nessriel #cassian #azriel #its like 16 limbs total #thats too many #less limbs please

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nocasdatsgay · 15 days

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The Siren’s Song

Day 5 of @polyacotarweek Favorite Tropes (Sex Pollen and Mating Bonds 😉)

Pairing: Nesta/Cassian/Azriel | Rating: E | Word Count: 2667

Poly Week Master Post | Read here on Ao3

Warnings: Unadulterated smut. Sex Pollen Trope. Slight dub con

Summary: Nesta Cassian and Azriel go to the middle to investigate an illegal trade route that is involved in some assaults in the Court of Nightmares. But instead of a headquarters they stumble upon the very field that’s being harvested.

AN: This lovely fic Called I Pretend You’re Mine All the Damn Time by daycourtofficial is what reminded me of how much I love the sex pollen trope. If you like Az/reader and this trope, go read it.

Tagging: @saltedcoffeescotch @hieragalbatorixdottir @ysmtttty @mybestfriendmademe

“The camp is empty.” Azriel landed beside Nesta and Cassian.

She took in her surroundings; the small clearing with a few tents and a small campfire in the middle was indeed empty. They’d been tracking the trade route for a week and planned on ambushing them. Instead they found nothing.

“Maybe they knew we were coming.” Cassian crossed his arms. “Wasted all this time for nothing.”

“Or maybe something else found them first,” Nesta pointed to the tent on the right, which had the sides shredded.

She looked back at Cassian and Azriel, both shooting each other concerned looks. The Middle was not a safe place. Nesta knew that first hand. She walked over to the tent; she could smell something rotten- food it looked like. The tent was full of supplies left behind. Something definitely came here and took out the residents.

“Found a map.”

She moved out of the tent to see Az and Cassian looking over a large roll of paper. Az lowered it so she could look as well. It was a crude drawing of The Middle, some blank spaces with others filled in. A circle over an area in red caught her eye.

“Maybe they went there,” she pointed at the circle. “They marked it for a reason.”

“Wouldn’t hurt to check it out,” Cass looked to Az. He didn’t disagree. “Let’s go so we can head home. I’m tired of this spy shit.”

“It’s only been a week. Big baby,” Nesta teased.

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The flight was short. Nesta held tight to Cassian as they flew. She too was ready for this to be over. The field seemed no different than any other they’d come across. Az signaled for them to land, Cassian following wordlessly. As they got closer the grass seemed to be speckled with white. It wasn’t until they landed that they realized the whole field was covered in small star shaped flowers.

No sooner than he let go of Nesta, placing her on her feet, Cassian began sneezing repeatedly. Nesta stepped back and yellow pollen kicked up around her feet.

“Don’t move,” Az said, his shadows flurrying about him.

“Why?” Nesta shifted and kicked up more pollen, making Cassian sneeze again.

“Stop Nesta,” Az panicked. Nesta and Cassian stood still as stone. “We need to leave. Right now.”

“Why?”

Cassian sneezed so hard his wings flew out. Pollen kicked up high, covering all three of them. Az cursed and he moved, pollen flurrying around him and his shadows. He grabbed Nesta and Cassian and pulled him into his shadows.

They reappeared at the House of Wind.

“We need to bathe this shit off, now,” Az beckoned them to follow.

“Azriel, what the hell is this shit,” Cassian tried to dust himself off. It only smeared on his leathers.

“It’s,” Az looked pained. “It’s Siren’s Dust.”

“What does that mean?” Nesta felt Cassian stiffen beside her.

“That shit is a myth,” Cassian snapped. He sneezed again.

“What does it do?”

Nesta watched Az tug at his collar, his shadows disappearing under his wings. Nesta didn’t realize she, too, was tugging at her leathers. Cassian scratched his neck beside her.

“We need to bathe and lock ourselves in our rooms until it gets out of our system.”

“Neither of you are telling what it is,” Nesta stomped over to Az and his wings flared out.

“Nes don’t,” he stepped back. She did not stop and Az couldn’t help himself; he grabbed her, shoving her against the wall. “Cassian, come get her out of here.”

Heat flared through her. She could smell his arousal and surprisingly her own. Azriel’s pupils were blown and he still looked pained. She wanted to kiss him. She looked to Cassian, he was walking to them and her gaze dropped down to the bulge between his legs. He was turned on too. Nesta let out a noise- a sigh and a moan. Az whimpered.

It clicked for Nesta what was happening. “It’s an aphrodisiac,” she panted.

“Yes,” Az said through gritted teeth. “We need to get it off of us and wait it out.”

Cassian stopped beside them. He too looked pained. But instead of grabbing Nesta, he gripped Az’s hair and pulled him up into a kiss. The two males sighed loudly as their lips met. The lightning of want shot through her and she almost fell to her knees. Azriel was the only thing holding her up. Cassian pulled back and rested it on Azriel’s forehead, both of them panting.

“Take us to the guest room,” Cassian panted. “The one with the shower.”

Az nodded and shadows enveloped them all once again.

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Nesta had to be dreaming.

Her whole body was on fire and she was in the middle of Cassian and Azriel in the shower. She had to be dreaming. In what world would she be so lucky? Azriel’s hand was between her legs, rubbing her clit while she could feel his cock rubbing against her ass. All while she stroked Cassian’s and kissed him with her tongue in his mouth.

They’d long since washed off the pollen. They somehow managed to keep their hands to themselves until Az decided to grab her and lick at her neck. Now they were all moaning, trying to get each off. Az explained through heated kisses that it would take a while to wear off. He even tried to leave but Nesta and Cassian both weren’t having it.

She came first, those textured fingers making her pull away from Cassian yell as she clenched around nothing. Cassian and Azriel both groaned, Cassian coming all over her hand and Az on her back. She could hear the thuds of their wings trying to flare out, which made her laugh loudly.

That cleared their head but not by much. Just enough for them to rinse off and get out of the shower to dry. Nesta was putting her hair up when she turned to find the boys kissing again. Heat bloomed between her legs again.

“You two look like you’ve done this before,” her voice sounded as hazy as she felt.

Az pulled back, Cassian went for his neck. “We,” Az groaned, his cock hardening again. “We’ve fucked before, Nes.”

That made Nesta weak in the knees. “I want to watch,” she replied.

“No,” Cassian pulled away and gave her a look that made her cunt throb. “No, I think we want you with us.”

Thank the cauldron, the guest bed was huge. Az was tossed by Cassian onto the bed and Nesta crawled up between his legs. Gods his cock was pretty and everything she imagined. She didn’t ask as she took him into her mouth, both of their moans filling the air.

Nesta bobbed her head and hollowed out her cheeks when she felt the bed sink behind her. She pulled back, cursing as Cassian pushed into her from behind.

“Keep going, baby,” Cassian said, thrusting into her again. “I wanna see my good girl choke on his cock.”

She clenched around him- when was the last time he called her a good girl? She did as she was told, taking Azriel’s cock in her mouth and forcing it down her throat. Az let out a strangled curse and his hands went into her hair.

“So good, Nes,” Az panted. “Gods Cassian, she beautiful.”

“Wait until you see her ride you,” Cassian chuckled. He grabbed her hips to hold her still while he thrusted into her harder.

Nesta almost came at the thought of Az buried deep in her. She pulled back and licked up his length, swirling her tongue on the head. Cassian’s movements were getting sporadic. Something cold touched her clit- she looked between her legs to see a shadow swirling above as Cassian fucked her.

“I knew it,” she looked up to see a smug Az. “I knew you used them for sex.”

Az didn’t say anything but the shadow and Cassian hit her both just right that she squealed.

“Come on, pretty girl,” Cassian said behind her. “Come on my cock while you have Az in your mouth.”

She nodded and took Az back down her throat while she used both hands to hold herself up. It didn’t take much more for her to come, a muffled yell on Azriel’s cock making him come down her throat. Cass was right behind them both, thrusting deep into Nesta, spilling in her with his wings flared out.

Another brief moment of clarity passed between them all. She pulled her mouth off Az and he scooted up the bed looking sheepish. She wiped the seed and drool off her lips and Cassian eased out of her. He moved off the bed and she could hear him walk to the bathing room again, probably to get a towel.

“I’m sorry,” Az pulled his legs up to cover himself. “You two should go, it only lasts a few more hours I think.”

Cassian came back and wiped up the mess between Nesta’s legs.

“But I still want to ride you,” she said bluntly as she sat up on her knees.

“That’s the pollen talking,” Az shook his head.

Cassian laughed loudly. “No, Nesta’s been wanting this for a while.”

“I’ve had two males before.” Nesta couldn’t be bothered to be ashamed. “But they weren’t either of you.”

The pollen was hitting her again. Nesta could smell arousal spiking in the air and heat flushing her body again. She looked at Az with her piercing silver eyes.

“Do you want us to leave?”

“No,” he said immediately. “Gods no.”

“Then let me ride you. I want to feel you inside me, Az.”

Az cursed but lowered his legs, his length had hardened once again. She crawled over him and pressed her chest to his and kissed him. He tasted as good as she expected. His hands grabbed her ass, kneading the flesh and forcing her cunt to rub against his cock. She pulled back and reached between them, wasting no time sinking down onto him.

He felt so different from Cassian- longer but not as thick. Still it felt right. She let herself adjust, head falling back with a sigh. She didn’t notice Cassian crawl up the bed beside them. His wings were tucked in, his own cock hard and curled up to his chest.

“Okay pretty girl, show Azzie what you got.”

That first lift and drop made her wince. Az was longer than Cassian by only a small bit but it was enough to make a difference.

“You okay?” Az whispered.

She nodded. “I’m not used to the length.” Cassian busted out a laugh and Az’s cheeks darkened. “Just need to not overestimate it.”

She sat up straighter and did it again. It didn’t hurt that time. It was easy to find a rhythm, pleasure coiling in her stomach and thighs quickly. Az used one hand to cup her breast and pinch her nipple. The other reached over to stroke Cassian’s cock.

She watched one shadow come up onto her other breast, brushing her nipple and another slide down Az’s stomach to settle between her legs again. This orgasm was slower- not as strong but still made her yell when she broke, throbbing tight around Az. He and Cassian both groaned, Az coming inside her and Cassian spilling on his stomach and Azriel’s hand.

Another bout of clarity and another haze swept over them. They went slower the next round, Nesta on Cassian’s face, licking up their cum while Az rode him behind her. Another round with Nesta on her back, Cass inside her and Az inside him. Nesta stroked their wings at one point, finding all the spots that had her males singing. Hours later there wasn’t a position they hadn’t been in already.

Nesta herself was starting to feel sore and tired, the haze not taking her over like it had before. She laid between Cassian and Azriel, hot and sticky from sweat and other things. Az buried his face against her arm and pillow. Cassian was on his side, a hand resting on her sternum.

“I think it’s over,” Cassian murmured.

“Good, I’m tired,” Nesta closed her eyes. “I don’t think I could walk if we had to do another round.”

She felt Azriel stir beside her, and she opened her eyes to watch him sit up. He didn’t look at either of them.

“I’ll go clean myself up,” he whispered. His shadows seemed agitated as they flurried around him.

“Stay,” Nesta reached out her hand to grab his. She squeezed it tight. “We’ll nap and then clean up.”

Az didn’t move. His wings were tucked in tight. She knew what he was thinking and it made her ache in her chest.

“Please stay,” she whispered.

“I don’t think I can handle it,” he finally replied back, his voice cracking.

“What do you mean?” Cassian sat up on the bed and frowned. “Az don’t-“

“We did what we had to do.” He snapped. He turned and she could see the pain in his eyes. “Just let me go so we can get back to normal.”

“No,” Nesta squeezed his hand again. Her chest ached more. She sat up beside Cassian and looked Azriel in his eyes. “Stay with us. This- this can be our new normal.”

He shook his head. “But you’re mates. And I-”

Nesta didn’t know at that moment what came over her. She just knew Azriel needed to stay, that if she let him leave that bed- she moved to him and pulled him into a kiss. That ache in her chest eased and when he kissed her back something else tightened.

She pulled back with a gasp.

He shook his head with panic in his eyes. “That’s not-“ he looked past her and his shoulders hunched, like he’d been stuck in the chest.

Nesta turned to Cassian and his mouth was dropped open. Did that mean-

“Holy Mother,” Cassian let out a breath.

“It’s a trick,” Az said. She turned to see him shake his head. He tried to pull away and Nesta kept a grip on his arm. “It’s probably a trick of the Siren’s Dust.”

“Az, it’s not,” she shook her head. “Az we’re-“

“Don’t say it,” Az's voice broke. “Please don’t.”

Nesta could feel his grief and worry, a bond now present and wide open. She could feel Cassian too, his worry and love for Az pulsing on her end.

“We’re mates,” she whispered and tears fell down her cheeks. “We are your mates, Azriel.”

“But how?” He asked and looked between them. He watched Nesta let go and put her hand to her chest when he tugged it. “Two mates?”

Nesta felt Cassian shrug, moving on the bed to be closer to them both.

“We can have Amren or Rhys check,” he said, his tone soothing for the panic coming off Azriel. “It’s there. I would know, I have one. Gods, this whole time,” Cassian laughed a little harshly. “We were mates this whole time.”

“Why don’t we clean up,” Nesta offered. “We clean up and have a good nap. Together. Then we can talk about it.”

Az hesitated but agreed. They all got out of bed and cleaned themselves up. As she feared it hurt to walk, but she didn’t regret it. The House changed the sheets when they returned and Cassian was the first to pass out snoring. Nesta looked over at Az, his hazel eyes watching her. She reached out and took his hand, stroking her thumb over his knuckles.

“I prayed for a mate,” Az whispered in the dark. “I never got one. I thought the Mother had cursed me for being selfish.”

“I would know about being cursed, Az,” she whispered back. “We can be cursed together now.”

“We are if he snores like that all the time.”

They both snickered, even more so when Cassian let out a louder snore. Once they finally settled, she sent her love down the bond to Az. Just as she fell asleep she realized he sent her love back.

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