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This man would prefer to never see people. 

He loves his family and you, those are the only people he needs. 

You however, are a little social butterfly. Everywhere you two go, someone knows you. When random people say ‘good morning’ to you, you smile brightly and respond enthusiastically in kind. Or, you’ll randomly just speak to a stranger and end up laughing with them. 

You do not see yourself this way but he does. And then everyone in the inner circle would make jokes about you talking to random people and how it stresses Rhysand out because he doesn’t want you kidnapped. 

“By no means are you ignorant to the world's threats, I just don’t trust people with my figurative baby sister.” He explained when you asked him if he thought you were stupid. 

He called you his sunrise, you were bright, warm, sweet, you gave him hope. Meanwhile, you called him a grumpy bat. Sometimes you called him a grumpy old bat. Depends on if his bones were creaking or not. 

You were a magnet for people. Randomly, people would say things to you. Or you’d offer to help people if they needed it (but only when you had one of the guys with you, you didn’t trust everyone easily). 

You made friends everywhere you went, he however, kinda just sat behind and watched you interact with people. Made sure people didn’t take advantage of your kind heart, and nobody was being a pig with you. 

Azriel loved how social you were, he also adored how introverted you were. 

For example, while out at Ritas, he’d watch you be chatty and then just slow down. He can see when you start to zone out when your social battery has completely run out. So he’ll always say that he’s tired and wants to go home so the blame doesn’t go to you because it makes you anxious and you’ll feel the need to apologize constantly. 

You two would hold hands coming home, bumping into each other and giggling. You may be socially burnt out, but you never felt that way with him. 

He loved the “after” part of a night out. Watching you wipe your makeup off delicately with cloth, then hop in the bath with him. You’d delicately wash his wings as he hates feeling like they’re dirty. You two scrub each other down. When he gets to washing your hair, he’s so incredibly gentle with his hands. The idea of even accidentally pulling your hair hurts him. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he massages your scalp. He’ll then massage your shoulders, causing your head to drop down, your chin against your chest causing your spine to slightly stretch out and release the tension from being social. 

After the bath, you'd do your skincare, he’d watch as you gently apply toner, serums and creams. Then you’d throw on his ratty tunic and a pair of oversized shorts. You’d sit your (fine) ass on the counter and pull his hands into your lap to apply creams on them. Because he insisted he wanted to take care of his hands more. 

Once you two ended up in bed, you’d turn on the lap by your bedside and begin to read your novel. He would write in a notebook. You suggested he try journaling when he talked about his thoughts overcrowding his brain. 

Eventually you two would settle down together, he would lay on his side, his arm around your waist pulling you to his chest. Your head on a pillow that holds both of your heads with his arm underneath it. He refused to let you sleep by the window because he wants to be able to protect you.

The window’s open, letting the cool night breeze in. The only sounds are your breathing and the drapes billowing. 

You felt content in your husband's arms. Knowing he may be a grumpy introverted bat, but he’s yours. He loves you as yourself. 

It would be a lie if you said you can get accustomed to living in an Illyrian Camp. Life there never gets easy, actually, it only gets worse. Worser if you are female.

There was some social understanding taking place for centuries in those camps: you would be respected only if you had a dick between your legs and you would be even more respected if you were a dick.

Males were the rulers, the warriors, the providers.

And females were males’ properties. First her father’s property and then her husband’s.

But there were rumors that some campsites were changing: females started training in some of them, learning how to protect themselves and to combat. Needless to say it was not happening where you live.

Being from one of the oldest camps meant it will be even more difficult to accept this change. Females in here still get her wings clipped.

You remember when they clipped yours, the memory is still vivid in your worst nightmares. It was your father who demanded it. You went out to wash the clothes, got unwarned by three big males. They dragged you to the stamp, your body and wings scraping in the ground, the local where they clipped all the females stank with the smell of blood, piss and dregs. You started trembling from crying the moment they got your hands tied to the small piece of wood chunk, it was so small that even being one of the smallest females in the camp, your body had to be too hunched over to stay in position. You felt their rough hands grab the talon of your wing with so much force your stomach twisted, and then you felt the coldness of the saw. You vomited the moment they started cutting just the right place that will forever take your ability to fly. The pain was so immense you passed out.

Today, your wings were healed, but you will never get to feel the wind against your face anymore. It had been centuries since that happened, but you would never forgive your father for that or the males who did you or all the other males who allow such a thing. That’s why you're here right now, between lots of other females while the High Lord speaks about the forbidden of clipping wings. Again.

He had already been here and talked about the same thing. The problem was that the centuries old males just refused to accept it and did it all hidden. Needless to say the High Lord found out, so now we will have a 24/7 watch dog.

And for your surprise, this watch dog was born in here, lived just in the house across from yours until the day you never got to see him anymore. But you remember him. He was a truly skinny little guy, with a paleness that broke out the pattern of Illyrian usual tanned skin, dishevelled black hair and a sulked face. His name, Azriel. 

You can’t believe the Azriel you are seeing right now is the same one.

Tall and big. With broad shoulders and leathers marked with muscles, a posture so rigid it made your body shivered. His face was like a sculptry, perfect, a sharp jaw, combining with the fury in his eyes. Not a single black strand out of order in his hair. Is this the same guy? 

You swear that little boy had shadows surrounding him just like this godsdammed fucking hot male has. But how could that Azriel from your past be this wetting panties Azriel?

His stoic face didn’t reveal his emotions, but you saw the moment his eyes scanned the crowd, the moment he swallowed dry after counting how many clipped females were there hearing their words and then his eyes locked yours and his brows furrowed. Could he have remembered you as well?

- - - - - 

You were washing clothes by the river with the other females of your camp. There had been 3 days since the High Lords advertisement about Azriel being the new supervisor. There had been 3 days since none of the males tried to approach any of you in the river.

Usually, the laundry was a service for the single females, the reason why so many males hovered over the river. Not for a relationship, no, that was something the father arranged. They were just looking to get laid.

However, with Azriel here, they stayed at the training ring, not bothering any of you at your work. You couldn’t remember a day when you worked in such a peace. Well, until that female came down to talk to you.

Just like you, she was one of the oldest females that were still single. You guess that’s the reason she believes she is your friend. In reality, you could barely endure her voice.

“He is the High Lord’s spymaster, did you know it?” she was talking about Azriel while you were eager to try to ignore her talking. Azriel was watching you working, protecting you actually, you would not want him hearing you talking about him “They say he is unflagging in bed” you swear to the Mother she was not speaking in a low tone by being so near to him “They also say he has the biggest wingspan ever seen!"

That got your attention, you knew what it meant, everyone did. Just like everyone knew that the size matching was not a rumor, it was a real thing. Having Azriel now being a really good sight, nevertheless the fact he is indeed something to think about late at night when you’re alone, you didn’t have to know that he, above all that, had the biggest wingspan. You looked at him then.

He was already looking at the both of you.

Gods, is there somewhere you could hide yourself? Why the hell is this girl giggling after being caught talking about the size of his wings? Is she crazy? You bet she is, ‘cause now she is holding your arm while she is fixing her hair, looking directly at his eyes, whispering to you “Do you think I’m his type?"

You looked at her then. Skinny, long legs, a little more tanned than you, siren eyes and puffy lips. Than you looked at him and his glory, his biceps were so big you swear it was the size of your head, his chest was strong, probably an 8 pack, face shaved with a wild beauty, brows constantly neat making him look angry all the time. It also made you think if he could look downwards with that closed expression to a female while fucking her hard. You bet she could. And you bet he was into lean females, just like the one beside you.

You looked at her again. Than at you. You were smaller than the rest of the Illyrians, more curvy, you had more boobs and ass than the rest, which made almost all the clothes you wear look obscene, marking every part of your body. Obviously not the type of a high rank illyrian warrior. 

“Yes, be you do” you answered, but didn't have the guts to look at Azriel anymore. Males had already told you how your body was out of proportions and how you outstanded between the other females, that’s the main reason for you still being single, they always pick the one who they think could get their sons with an even more “warrior perfect body”. The more leaner, the better. How could you stain a whole lineage by giving your short legs genes? What will that warrior do? Bite the others shin?

Azriel is now a Carynthian, the most feared warrior in Night Court, possibly one of the most feared in all Prythian. The females that got laid by him are probably the most beautiful ones to touch this ground ever, he would never look at someone like you.

“I hope you’re right, ‘cause I’ll go talk to him tonight by the bonfire” why the hell is she still talking to you? 

The bonfire event occurs every week, where they light up lots of bonfires by the camp. Family and friends get together by it, sharing a single bonfire, lots of drinks and food. The bonfire you stay by is the one shared by this exactly single females working in the river. You couldn’t say you like this event, it was just one more place where males tried with all their effort to get laid for the night.

“Well, good luck then” you wished as you got the clothes, now clean, with you, heading straight to the place to hang them and dry. You swear you could still feel Azriel looking at your back.

- - - - - 

The smell of roast pork was in the air while you walked to the ‘single ladies’ bonfire. Kids were running around playing with fake swords and adults were chatting and drinking. It was all a single cacophony. Illyrians can be pretty loud.

You found an empty space to seat by the bonfire and accepted the beer jug one of the girls gave to you. You were not a big fan of beer, but it was better than spending the night not talking to anyone. You were not friends with the other females, most of them keeping their distance, thinking you could, somehow, pass your “male repellent” thing. It wasn’t good seeing someone as old as you still not married or at least engaged. You could do nothing about that though.

As soon as you settled, your eyes automatically tried to find the Shadowsinger. Unfortunately he was nowhere to be seen. Neither was your “friend”. Guess you were right about his type.

You decided you could stay there ‘till the pork was served and at least two of the girls of your bonfire were taken. That way, they will not think you are trying to escape all this bullshit.

It didn’t take long for the females who work on the community kitchen to pass, bonfire by bonfire, offering a bowl with pork. You got yours and, somehow, got even more silent while eating. At least until someone came to sit by your side. 

You already know who it was, didn’t even need to look at her to know she would start spelling the beans about how good Azriel is in bed and how she is such a lucky female. It seems he got her really tired once she didn’t start to talk yet, so you decided to go throw it first.

“So, biggest wingspan ever seen?” you asked, waiting for her to just answer and get off of it quickly before you could go back to your residence. Unlucky for you, she didn’t respond just yet, obliging you to look up for her. 

That was the moment you prayed for one of the kids running to bump into you and lead you straight to the fire, ‘cause there was not the female looking at you. It was Azriel. Looking straight into your eyes just after you said about his wingspan.

“Sorry” you said, voice so low you thought he didn’t hear you “I thought it was…” 

“Someone else?” he finished your apology and you couldn’t do any other thing than nodding. You could feel your face reddening as shame consumed you, but then he spoke again “You know, I remember you having a more sharp tongue. Not you getting cheeks flushed after talking to a male”

So he does remember you.

“Well, that was when you were a little boy afraid of his own shadow. Not this…” you responded, getting to see the little smirk in his lips as he encouraged you to finish your line “big brooding male, capable of scaring kids by your fates their parents tell before sleep time”

Azriel then laughed. Loudly. You couldn’t hold the small smile at that.

“And here I am thinking you changed, Y/N” so he does remember your name too. Great. “You still live in the same place?”

“Some of us don't get to go away without saying goodbye and get to be a high ranked warrior, who works directly for the High Lord” you respond while lowering your gaze again to your bowl “So, yes, I live in the same place. With the difference that now I don’t get to laugh about my tiny cute neighborhood"

He smiled again “Didn’t know you went rancorous about me going away”. You huffed, he laughed one more time. “I thought I'd gone out of my mind when I saw you in the crowd the day Rhys came to say I would watch you guys. Thought I wouldn’t find you here anymore and that scared me” you looked incredulously to him then “Than I was by the river trying to avoid inconvenient males approaching you working, and there you were again. With the incredible company of someone who is incapable of talking quietly even if their life depends on it” you couldn’t help and laughed at that.

“You heard it”

“Of course I did. One more minute and she would have started screaming out her lungs about another filthy thing about me” he truly looked outraged about how loud that girl can be “But there was a good thing about her being loud as a megaphone…”

Now that got your attention. What on Prithian could be good to have her talking so loudly? “And what would that be?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” you shook your head “I caught you on a lie!”

“What?” Now you were the outraged one “What did I lie about?”

“About her being my type”

You thought you misheard. He was joking, right?

But he was serious. Categorical.

“Well… do I need to apologize for assuming that?” Your head spinned. You wished your voice came out stronger than it did. 

“No, no need to apologize. But I’m curious, why did you think that?” You looked at him than. Deep in the eyes, those eyes so beautiful and, at this moment, so full of something you couldn’t quite decipher what it was.

“She is the standard beauty in our society” His gaze got so intense into yours that you had to look down again “And male like you always have standard beauty as a type"

“Males like me?” you nodded “And what of male am I?”

Now that pissed you off. Is he going to play dumb around you or something? You gathered courage to look at him again “Males of High Society who knows pretty well what they can do to a female. Males who have females in a row to get laid by them. Males who know they could get any female he wants, so he would obviously choose the prettiest one. That’s the kind of male that are like you” 

You needed to take a deep breath after vomiting all these words in his face. And he fucking smirked.

“What happened to the little boy you said I was?” Now he was provoking you. Awesome.

Was he also getting closer to you? 

“I thought I also made it clear it was in the past” You were being stubborn at this point.

“I  thought I also made it clear it was a lie” He replied. That fucking smirk still in his face “Would you like if I explicit exactly what my type is?”

You didn’t quite get to know exactly what led you to nod. But in an instant, you were both standing up, all the other females who were still gathered by the bonfire looked at you. Azriel took your small hand in his and led you toward the residences, you could feel the stares while you walked between the other bonfires.

For a split second you thought he was leading you to your house, but then he turned in another corner and you kept walking in silence. The streets were all silent either, just the sound of your steps echoing through the night. The moon and the stars illuminated your path and you took the chance to admire Azriel's features.

You were so engrossed at how beautiful he looked by the moonlight that you didn’t notice when you arrived at the house. You’ve never been there, but you could tell the building belongs to your High Lord. It was much more preserved than the other houses, alongside the elegance it has. 

Azriel opened the door for you and entered just after. He looked at you with expectation in the eyes, maybe waiting to see if you were going to say something. But all those words you had the courage to spit it out just went away. Now all you could feel was your heart racing against your ribcage, so hard you got afraid azriel might hear it too.

Your eyes scanned the room, soft and clean. Fancy. 

You felt out of space

“Don’t do that” he warned you in a more sharp tone he intended to, you could tell he felt bad for it the moment his eyes got bigger as soon as he realized how it sounded. But you didn’t get what he just said, were you doing something wrong? “You are thinking you don’t fit in here. Just as you did when you were by the lake”

You got confused with his words though.

“I saw the moment you looked at yourself after that female asked if you thought she was my type. I saw how your brows furrowed when you did it. And I didn’t like a bit” You looked at his eyes, he was truly acting like he didn’t like indeed “I didn’t like because you doubted you were the hottest female I have ever got my eyes into”

His words made you flush. Gods, where is your ability to respond when you most need it?

In the end you didn’t get to respond, ‘cause in no time his mouth crashed against yours. You got the feeling Azriel would be a hard kisser, but getting to know it for sure was a completely different thing.

His hands, marred with scars, found their way. One holding thigh around your waist and the other adding the perfect pression in your neck, a combination so fucking perfect you let out a moan. He released you then and you got to have a better look to some details: how his eye color had the perfect mix between hazel and green, or how his down lip was just slightly bigger than the upper one or even the small scars he had, one up at his cheek and the other right in the middle of his brow. 

You didn’t get much time to absorb other details because his mouth was on yours again. His hands now made a new way and found comfort just below your ass and, with an impulse, he was holding you midair. His mouth didn’t let yours for a split second. He started walking to what you thought was his bedroom.

When he got to the bed, he still held and kissed you while lying down ‘till his big body was hovering over your small one. His right hand came to hold your jaw and made pressure to cease the kiss, you didn’t know if it was to prevent you or him from continuing kissing. 

“I need to know if you want to continue this” He asked, worried about doing something that was not what you were looking for. You nodded. Not in a million time you would say no to this “Babe I need to hear you say it”

“You promise you would show me what your type is” You tried to tease him with his own words but the only thing you got to do was whisper. Thankfully that was enough for him and his mouth was on yours again.

Meanwhile the hand that hold you was still in your jaw – but now helping pressing you against him – his other one made it’s way to you panties. You were wearing a dress for the night, choosing that one because it was fresh once you were about to spend the night by the fire. His hand hovered over the cloth, playing with your pussy making you get more wet than you already were. Then you felt his fingers playing with the waistband before going in just the same moment his mouth let yours and went to give kisses on your neck.

Your stomach twisted and you let out a deep breath, Anticipation getting over your entire body. The moment his long finger made contact in your needed entrance you shivered, you felt his fingers playing with the wetness you were, going up and down, just teasing and never getting in. You didn’t let your thoughts lead to this way before, you met Azriel when he was young and remember clearly of the day he got his hands burned, the day he came to the camp with the High Lord his hands were pressed tight at his back and tonight you weren’t quite focused on seeing his scars while talking, but if you had paid attention to it, you were sure you would spend a good time thinking how it would be to feel the marred skin in your clit. Well, it was amazing. The texture of it made your legs shake,

“You already like this for me?” Somehow his voice got hoarser, dipper. Made you get wetter (if it was possible) “I know you want more, but I need to prepare you before I can fuck you senseless”

That was another thing that got in your head lately and Azriel was proving you were right. He likes to speak during sex, filthy things in a hoarse way. You now asked if he would swear either. You bet he does.

His index finger provoked your entrance, coming in slowly, making you feel each inch he took. Than came another finger, fighting for space.

“For the Cauldron Y/N, you are thigh” He started scissoring his fingers than, making you take another deep breath. You were feeling him all around you and that was amazing, but you already had started craving for more. So came the third finger and a moan escaped you.

He bent his fingers just enough to tuck the perfect spot inside you. When you got the feeling you could come with that, he took them out and you made a disapproval noise.

He laughed under his breath in the hottest way someone was allowed to do “Sorry to disappoint you when you were enjoying it so much. But you don’t get to come before I’m deep inside you”

You though this was the moment then. He would take his cloths off and fuck you the way wanted it and could come with him inside you. But instead of doing it, he got out of the bed, grabbed your ankles and pulled closer to the edge. Then he bent down the floor and you opened your mouth from the view of that ridiculous handsome male looking at you from that position looking like a hungry predator. His eyes got darker, there was sweat in his forehead and some strands glued to his forehead and he watched you just like you were his meal. He lowered his head and you felt the first slide of his tongue.

“Even sweeter than I imagined” You got the impression now that he was not talking to you, but admitting something it was only in his head.

Your moan got louder with each stroke. The loudest one being released the moment he invaded your pussy with the entirety of his tongue. In that moment you realised his nose was just long enough to reach your clit while he was deep sucking you.

Again, he didn’t let you come, taking distance from your aching spot while he licked his own lips, not letting any of your juices go wasted. He got up between your legs and took his shirt out, gracing you with an 8 pack (you knew it!) and tattoos that strangely gave you the urge to lick them all.

You could see the bulge in his pants, your hands darted to touch it, but before you could, you looked up at him searching for approval. He nodded once. All your palm was not enough to wrap all of it. You started undoing his belt and buttons, taking a second before finally bullying it from the strand of the pants and underwear. Your eyes almost went out it’s orbit with the sight before you.

Azriel was not just big, he was enormous. The biggest wingspan between all the Illyrians was real. Alongside, he was thick, with some veins around it (veins that started just a little higher from where the waistband usually gets, you bet those who get the chance to see him training shirtless can do nothing but imagine if it goes down. Yes, girls, it does!) 

“I’m afraid this will not fit me” You said under your breath and once again he let that small laugh escape.

“That’s why I prepared you. But don’t worry, I’ll go slow and I would never hurt you, ok?” You nodded and he didn’t insist on your reassuring it out loud.

He grabbed your ankles again and let him put your legs on his chest. The tip of his head teased you and you gave a fuck about your concerning of him not fitting. You needed him right the fucking now.

Unfortunately, for you, he went slow. Too slow.

You could feel as he filled every inch of you, how he widened you bit by bit. He let a thick sound escape his throat, just like a howl. You swear it was the most erotic sound you ever heard. 

You watched his concentrated scowl. You were right in one more thing about him. His black brows were knit together, eyes low watching as his cock invaded you, his skin was gleaming with sweat and he usually get to water his dry lips. You also got him biting his lips  while his gaze was still focused on your bodies glued together.

When he started moving, you saw stars. In the beginning he was careful and you could feel your walls tightening around him, marveling at the sensation of him. When he was sure you were good and not aching from the enlarging, he became fucking harder.

You could hear his balls beating against you, a sound so erotic you thanked you were the only ones that could hear it. The bed was also adding to this intimate music of yours.

Your moans were constantly cutting off the moment he banged you again and again, robbing the air of your lungs, not letting you finish those indecent noises. Azriel however, was a mess of howling and coursing. He kept saying things while fucking you such as “This motherfucker perfect pussy” or “You are so good at taking my cock”. You tried smiling at those he compliments you by saying you were a good girl, but your smile always falls into an open mouth when he just presses that little perfect place inside you.

When you thought he would let you come, he spins you around and harshly gets you in a dog position. He doesn't wait to get inside you again and in this position you can feel him going even deeper. His hands come to your hair, doing a messy ponytail, which he pulls it harder while banging you like this. 

You also now know that he likes big asses. Truly likes it. While keeping a hand in your hair, his other one kept squeezing it or beating it from time to time. And when you thought he got tired of it, he released your head, got his belt in a way you don’t know how he dit without stop fucking you, and bounded your hands behind your back.

Now with your face pressed hard on the mattress, water coming down your eyes from the intensity of it all. Azriel grabbed you ass with both hands with such a force you knew you would stay with the marks of his fingers and started rocking your body at the same time he fucked you. He pulled you even harder with each trust and when you thought you couldn’t get anything more, he slid one of his hands to rub your clit.

You came so hard your throat ached from your scream. Your pussy squirting all over the spymaster’s mattress, while you could fill him coming hard inside you.

Your mind was foggy after all of it, but you felt Azriel lifting you on his arms and leading to the bathroom. He bathed with you, but before he could get a towel to you, you heard him going to the bedroom again. He took some time and came back with one of his shirts to you. 

Clean, dried and dressed. He carefully got you in his arms again and laid you on bed. You noticed the time he got while you waited at the shower was for changing the mattress. He laid just beside you and let you put your head on his chest.

You were still lazy from your hard coming, so you just enjoyed the silence and the gentle way Azriel was caressing you. He gave you a goodnight kiss before turning off the light.