“I volunteer.” He smirked, lifting his chin slightly so he was still managing to look down his nose at you, despite him being seated and you stood. You swallowed slowly and smiled. You placed your drink down on the table and started walking slowly towards him. His volunteering was redundant, really, you weren't about to dance on any of the mated fae in the room, in front of their mates no less. You valued your life.

“I need you to sit in the middle of the sofa, with your hands behind your back.” You instructed carefully as you stopped just before the sofa he was sprawled on. He held your gaze for a moment before placing his glass down and moving himself as you requested. You appraised his position and nudged his foot with your own to widen his legs.

“So I don’t get to touch you? Seems unfair.” He drawled, attempting to be casual but you caught the excitement that bubbled underneath. You smiled serenely, slipping into teaching mode. You’d taught a few of the new starters, often shy girls who perhaps didn’t wholly choose the job themselves. 

“Where I worked, the customers couldn’t touch me and I could barely touch the customers.” You turned to face the room, Cassian was grinning at you and Nesta looked intrigued. Rhysand and Feyre were listening intently. 

“The no touching rule kept us dancers feeling comfortable, and it made disputes easier, if there’s a no touching at all rule you don’t have to discern between appropriate vs inappropriate contact. However, it also makes the experience more erotic. To have something you desire so close and unable to touch is a powerful aphrodisiac.” You explained with a grin “which is what makes it a wonderful form of foreplay.” That earned a low chuckle from the room and you smiled.

“I will only touch your legs.” You told Eris as you looked down at him, noting the twitch of the muscles in his neck. He kept his cool demeanor, but you could almost smell the anticipation that crawled over his skin. 

“For now.” He winked and you grinned at him fondly. You backed away a few steps.

“Depending on how much the customer paid, depends on how intimate the dance and how long you danced for. Since you’re all mated, I’ll show you moves from a top price dance.” You explained “whilst keeping my clothes on.” You added quickly. 

“I wouldn’t be opposed-” Eris started before you shot him a withering look “dress stays on. Of course.” He nodded seriously. 

“Would you prefer I talk through it, or just do it?” You asked, Cassian shrugged, Nesta waved her wine glass in a ‘up to you’ manner, Rhysand titled his head and Feyre just smiled.

“Talk through it, it’ll feel less voyeuristic and more educational.” Rhysand answered with a smile and Feyre leant forward on her crossed knee.

“I’m excited!” She grinned, throwing a filthy smile towards her mate before gesturing for you to continue. You nodded and turned back to Eris who took a long, slow breath in as he watched you carefully.

“Everything the moment we stepped into that room was a performance, every move is designed to be sultry. So taking off the dress…” You mimed slipping the straps down your arms and over your breasts to your hips, before you turned and bent forward, as if sliding the dress down, keeping your legs straight. You flicked your hair back while you arched your back as you straightened, pretending to step out of the dress and turned back to Eris. You caught his eyes flicking from your ass back to your face and fought a smile. You stalked forward slowly, before placing a knee on the sofa beside Eris’s spread thighs, and extending your other leg over his lap to the other side, being careful not to touch him. You held onto the back of the sofa behind his shoulders and flicked your hair over one shoulder, titling your head as you mimed undoing your bra.

“And taking off the bra....” You pretended to dangle it in front of his face before dropping it and palming your breast. Eris had followed the movement of the hand with the invisible bra and breathed in sharply as he watched you grope yourself. You shifted your weight to your other leg, easing yourself over his lap, swapping hands and breasts. After a few moments you dramatically lifted the extended leg off the sofa and span to stand up, turning to face your audience. His thigh was between your legs and you bent, hands braced on your knees as you rolled your hips, keeping your back arched. You knew the view was better in your underwear, but the thin back panel of the dress barely covered your ass, you could feel the air on the curve of your cheeks. You span as you stood between his legs and leant forward, holding the back of the sofa. Your faces were close and his pupils were blown wide. He licked his lips and you tracked the movement, suppressing a groan at the sight. He must have realised anyway because those beautiful lips curled into a smirk and you locked eyes with him again. You offered him a lazy grin before leaning forward, and climbing onto the sofa again. You rolled your body, ensuring as you rose up to place your other leg over him that his nose nearly brushed through your cleavage and almost touched your sternum. He inhaled deeply and a small groan rumbled in his chest. You’re sure you wouldn’t have heard it if you weren’t as close as you could be without touching. Heat was pouring off his body, you couldn’t tell if it was in arousal or just his natural state due to the fire coursing through him. But either way it made your nipples peak. Still not touching him, you rolled your hips gently over his crotch, rising and falling slightly.

“The idea,” you said, shocked by how breathy your voice was, you cleared your throat before continuing “the idea was for us to mimic sex, without touch and without it being obvious. It was to give the customer enough visual stimuli that their imagination could fill in the blanks.” You explained as you gently rolled and rocked over Eris. Suddenly he smelt sweeter and stronger, just for a moment before it vanished. He had glamoured the scent of his arousal, you realised. Was that for you or for the audience? You suddenly wished you had decided to do this naked, you wanted him to see that you were genuinely enjoying this. A shock of arousal jolted through your cunt as you thought about Eris using this visual stimulus later as he touched himself. Eris must have smelt the change in your scent before you glamoured yourself because his gaze snapped to yours, delight colouring his smile. You blushed slightly and he dropped his head back and went back to watching your body over his. You stepped back in between his legs and turned before dropping down, and hanging one arm over each knee. You leant your head back, far to the left so it didn’t touch him, but allowed a view down your body, your knees spread on the carpet. You rolled your hips a couple of times before you rose up, pretending to grab the sides of your underwear.

“And then when taking off your underwear, if you pull it to your knees, then hook one side under your heel, when you lean forward you can use your feet to take it off while giving them the best view.” You explained, not meeting the eyes of the audience and you mimed the actions. You leant forward, pushing your ass in the air, which if you were naked, would have exposed your wetness to Eris. You turned a whine into a cough at the thought of him seeing you. His leg shifted and you knew he was imagining it too. You walked your hands out slowly pushing your chest down until you were almost laid flat then turned on your back. You pulled your legs towards you before spreading them and placing a foot either side of him. You ran a hand down your body, squeezing your breast and arching your back as your hand slipped between your thighs. You twitched as you accidentally brushed your clit and cleared your throat again.

“So we used to do a trick, bending our finger under our hand at the last moment, so it looked like we’d pushed it in, but obviously this can be your chance to put on a show.” You explained, showing the trick over the panel of your dress that prevented your damp underwear from being on show. You looked at Eris carefully, the open jaw, the heaving chest and then you noticed the flames blazing in his eyes as he watched your hand. Your breath hitched and you bit your lip. Eris looked at you then and tensed his thighs. 

You sat up, and moved to all fours. You crawled to Eris, keeping your eyes locked in his as your hands over each knee and slowly up his thigh. You took your time, slower than you would have to an actual customer, relishing the feel of his powerful muscles tensing under his tight green trousers. Eris was breathing so heavily his tight shirt stretched taut across his torso with every breath in. His arms jerked as if he was fighting to keep his hands behind his back for a moment as you leaned yourself closer to his crotch, maintaining eye contact until you bent your head and bobbed it a few times. On your final bob down, your nose hit something invisible that made Eris jerk his hips and gasp. You both froze for a moment, while the thought you’d just hit his hard cock sank into your head, and caused heat to flare through your core. He’d not only glamoured his scent then. You looked up at him, to meet his flamed gaze as he now openly panted. With a slow smile you slowly moved to brush your nose against his hardness again. His eyebrows knotted and his jaw clenched as every muscle in his body locked up. The sight was painfully arousing and you realised you were nearly drooling and swallowed heavily. You moved up his body, keeping an inch or so between you, held the back of the sofa and lifted your leg to place your foot beside his head. You stood and leant forward, your crotch in his face. You slid a hand up your thigh and caressed your center over your dress, enjoying the way Eris seemed to watch your fingers in a trance. You timed lifting your glamour with his inhale and quickly put it back into place. He groaned and his eyes shuttered briefly, the scent of your arousal having the desired effect.

“Usually we’d do these moves a few times over and for longer. And to end we’d give them a kiss on the cheek” you pulled your leg down and leant to press your slightly parted lips to his cheek with a deep inhale “to signal the end of the dance and ask if they’d like to buy another.” You explained, dropping down onto the sofa next to Eris, one leg stretched over him, an arm around his shoulder as you grinned to the audience. Eris hastily freed his hands and wrapped an arm around your waist, the other holding your leg over his lap tightly. He pulled you closer and you made an unflattering noise in the back of your throat as your clit brushed against his hip. Cassian clapped exaggeratedly and the others joined in with a laugh.

“I thank you in advance.” He said as he stood up and hoisted Nesta over his shoulder and turned to the stairs as she squealed.

“Hope you were paying attention,” they heard him say as he slapped her ass and made their way into the crowd before Nesta winnowed them out. Rhysand chuckled at his brother’s behaviour and finished his drink. Feyre’s eyes sparkled with knowing.

“Your review, Eris?” She asked, grinning ear to ear. She didn’t have to use her powers to see how affected he was. Eris chuckled, squeezing your hip, sliding his hand to your ass.

“Outstanding. Shame about this…dress.” He eyed the revealing dress, not quite like Feyre’s scraps of gossamer but not far from it. The two of you stared at each other. Feyre laughed and Rhysand stood, holding his hand out to her. 

“Well, I’m also eager to try it out. We’ll report back.” Feyre smiled dreamily up at Rhys, a hand on his chest. He hummed his agreement, before flicking his gaze over the two of you, still stuck in your staring contest. 

“Of course.” You answered distractedly, testing by pushing yourself against Eris. The flames blazed in his eyes again and he sighed with a slight groan.

“Do enjoy.” He said carelessly, eyes roving over you and shifted his hips, and you felt his hardness against your leg. You didn’t notice the High Lord and Lady leave, but Eris must have because he heaved you into his lap, and you both moaned as you ground against each other. You wrapped your arms around his neck, sliding your fingers under his silky hair. 

“Did you enjoy dancing this much for anyone else?” He murmured to you, gently bumping your nose with his own as you breathed in each other. You dropped your glamour and he followed suit. His scent clouded your mind entirely for a second, and it was all you could focus on. You always thought he smelt amazing, all cold air, woodsy and spice, but his arousal sent you skyward. You shook your head and gently leant forward so your lips almost touched and shifted against him again, causing him to hiss.

“No, never. Only you.” You breathed, before whining and dropping your forehead to his to watch yourself rubbing against his large bulge. Eris looked down too and groaned, pushing his hips up.

“Hmm, next time sweetheart, I want you completely naked.” He dipped his head to your neck and brushed his lips gently over your pulse. You tilted your head back to allow him more space and he slowly kissed your neck, open mouthed and gentle. For a moment your brain short circuited.

“Next time?” You managed to moan, still moving against him slowly, trying to remember they were in a room full of people. You felt him smile against your neck before he sniffed deeply.

“Next time.” He promised, his teeth scraped against the skin on your neck before he bit down. You moaned loudly, clutching his shoulders. This earned you a strained chuckle. You pulled back to look at him, a flush had spread across his cheekbones, his eyes had returned to their usual amber, not that you could see it his pupils were so wide. 

“Next time you’re going to be naked, you’re going to dance and you’re going to touch yourself for me, you’re going to come undone by your own hand in front of me.” He told you as you gazed at him dumbly, barely able to focus on what he was saying with his cock brushing your clit so deliciously. A particularly rough thrust made you gasp and throw your head back. Eris groaned, before grabbing the back of your head and forcing you to look at him again.

“Once you’ve come for me,” he carried on, his other hand massaging your ass as he controlled your movements against him. You whined and keened into him, needing him closer, needing more more more of him. You ripped his shirt up and slid your hands over his abdomen, scratching across his tensing muscles. The feel of his skin, starting to get slick with sweat, made your brain go fuzzy. You stared down at him, watching his mouth as he spoke.

“I’m going to fuck you full. When one hole is full, I’ll move on to the next, until you can hold no more.” He growled, chest heaving as his movements became faster. He let go of your head and gripped your hips with both hands. His honey eyes flicked over your face, seemingly memorising every reaction. 

“Please…Eris…fuck.” You managed to get out between pants, falling forward and pressing your forehead against his. He hummed, lifting his chin to ghost his lips across yours.

“Please what?” He murmured and you surged forward and kissed him. He grunted his surprise before kissing you back hungrily. You desperately ground yourself against his cock, the sheer size of it not truly registering in your lust-addled brain, you just needed more friction, more of him. You were getting embarrassingly close. Eris swallowed every moan and whine you made, his tongue moving with yours. He broke the kiss as his entire being locked up, he hissed and tried to hold you still, but you fought him.

“Stop-” he choked out, his eyes snapping wide as he gasped. You must have looked absolutely feral, a snarl of pure animalistic desire burst out of you as you broke free of his hold and rode him mercilessly. You were so close, soaked through your underwear, you needed this and needed him to cum.

“Fuck- sweetheart, please, I’m going to- fuck!” He moaned, his head falling back as he watched you use him, mouth falling open at the mess you’d made on his trousers. 

“Me too, Eris…fuck, Eris!” You near squealed as he suddenly gripped you and thrust against you faster and harder. Your pleasure reached its peak and you shattered above him, in sudden desperation to muffle the scream you could feel was about to escape, you lurched forward and bit his shoulder. With a broken groan of your name Eris pushed against you one final time, and you felt his cock twitch as he came under you. 

You collapsed against him, both of you breathing heavily. Reality came crashing back to you, your hearing suddenly working again as you heard the music and the chattering of the other guests. Eris ran a hand up your back soothingly as you buried your head in his neck.

“I forgot where we were.” you mumbled, embarrassed and not wanting to look to see if anyone was looking your way. He laughed, the sound vibrating through you as he held you tight to him.

“Me too.” he answered, kissing the side of your head and taking the tip of your pointed ear into his mouth and nibbling. You pulled back and cupped his cheek as you studied him, your gaze flicking over his amber eyes burning with adoration, his gorgeous freckles sprinkled across his slightly flushed face. 

“You were always serious, weren’t you?” you asked him quietly. He smiled ruefully and sighed, stroking your hair back out of your face, watching his thumb trace over your cheek.

“Every single time.” he told you earnestly and you didn't have the words, so you kissed him instead. It wasn’t as demanding as before, but it was no less hungry. He shifted beneath you and you realised he was still painfully hard.

“And if you think that I'm done with you sweetheart,” he said quietly as he peppered you with kisses and his hands started to roam again. You moaned into his mouth and whined when he pulled back again to grin at you.

“Then you’re sorely fucking mistaken.”