#amarantha

One thing hardly ever acknowledged by the fae of Prythian is that Amarantha keeps more than one whore on standby. 

A strong male under her keep would always be looked at with shock and outrage. Because, of course, males were above such things. Females… well that was their natural place, so who would spare a second glance?

Servicing Amarantha was a long affair. Sometimes days long, with all your time spent between her legs, at the foot of her throne, or breathing in clouds of smoke to dull your mind. She was efficient, the one thing you could give her credit for. 

Tonight, though, would be different. You may have been one of Amarantha’s whores, but you were nameless, even faceless to some. You were not a beloved noble, or a frightening lord, only a woman with nothing left of yourself except for this. 

Maybe he could change that.

Eris Vanserra, arrogant heir to the Autumn Throne, lay sprawled out upon the furs in your den. His vignette puffed clouds of smoke behind the gauzy red curtains you used for privacy. “Amarantha has good stuff,” he said, blowing a coil of ash from his lips.

“My Lord,” you greeted, bowing your head.

“Nonsense. I’m not a lord yet.” His sharp amber eyes raked down your figure, trailing down the nearly transparent swaths of fabric adorning your figure. “I’m surprised you accepted me.”

“I’m surprised you offered me the choice.”

He shrugged, his expression utterly apathetic. He acted as if that granted option meant nothing, when really it meant everything to you. “I figure Amarantha runs you ragged all on her own, and I wouldn’t add to that without giving you a say.”

“Thank you,” you lowered your head again. “You are not as cruel as they say.”

“Don’t be so quick to credit me,” Eris said with a smirk. “You can judge my cruelty after I’m done with you.”

His hand, pale from a lack of sun, beckoned you closer. You pushed the curtains shut behind you, and he laughed. “You still seek privacy? Even after all these years?” 

You thought Eris had been jesting at your expense, but no. Quiet rage simmered in his eyes, though he did not press the matter. He found your waist, squeezing the soft skin there as he drew you into his lap. 

“It is a shame you have no bed here, there’s almost nothing for me to ruin as I take you.” Heat pooled in your gut. Your mind was in a haze from the incense and burning herb, but you did not miss the meaning hidden behind his words. A tease of his sexual prowess, but also the kindness that ruining your bed would buy you some time off from working the bedrooms. 

“I think she does that on purpose, my Lord, the furs have less need for… cleaning.”

His long fingers squeezed again, sailing up your sides to cup your breasts. “I said enough with the lord talk.”

“You don’t wish to be called that?” Many males did. My lord, your grace, even my king, though their stations were far below the title. 

“I want to hear my own name fall from your lips, preferably loud enough for all my brothers and their simpering friends to hear.”

You nodded. Eris was offering you payment, and you certainly would make good on it. Centuries ago, it would have been seen as scandalous and offensive, but in Amarantha’s court, she was the only one to receive any benefits. Eris sneaking around her process was dangerous, and Cauldron help you, but it made your heart flutter.

“Are you gonna kiss me now, or what?”

“Sorry… the smoke must have gotten to my head…”

“Enough words, pet.” Eris gripped the back of your neck, pulling you fully on top of him as he licked into your mouth in soft, but intense strokes. Your lips must have been chapped from the lack of hydration, you had heard complaints enough, but he didn’t seem to care. As you kissed him back, truly eager, he only tightened his grip. He kept a tight hold on the hair at the base of your scalp, keeping you positioned exactly as he liked. He pulled away for a breath. “Fuck… you’re good at that.”

“I get a lot of practice,” you said, almost smiling. Cauldron, when was the last time you even had the spirit to joke?

“It’s done you well. Perhaps I’ll have to call on you more often.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” you murmured against his lips before pulling back to crawl down his body.

Eris settled against the pile of fur and silk, his eyes lighting with amusement, and excitement too. “You’re a bold little thing, aren’t you?”

“Only on occasion,” you teased, carefully unbuttoning his stiff brown slacks. He was hard already, surprisingly so. “It’s been awhile for you, then, hasn’t it?”

Shock warped Eris’s features, then anger, and he opened his mouth as if to speak. But he bit his tongue, all the rage on his face warping into a little smile. “Oh, you’ll get what’s coming to you for that one.”

You would. Perhaps it would be at his hand, but likely, it would be at your mistress’s. That was a problem to worry about later, not when Eris’s cock was huge and thick, and throbbing in your grip.

You pulled him out of his pants, holding the base with one hand and tracing your nails over him with the other. 

“Wicked claws you have.”

“They come in handy,” you said, smirking as you trailed the edge of a nail up his shaft. 

“Indeed they do.” His breathing became labored, and his heavy cock twitched as you rubbed the spot right beneath his tip. “Fuck… get on with it then.”

You obliged Eris, lips falling open to take him into your mouth. You started slow, just little kitten licks against his tip, until he was pulling at your hair. He looked as though he wanted to push you down, but he restrained himself, instead staring up at the ceiling to try to calm down.

You couldn’t have that. You slid your tongue out to lick up his shaft, making a show of spitting on it to stroke the base. 

He bared his teeth, but you could feel his balls tightening, already needing to spill their load. “Slower,” he bit out, the admission bringing a flush to his own cheeks.

It really was a sore spot for him then. You had a feeling teasing him now would only end with him fucking your face to hell and back. So you slowed, bobbing your head gently as he returned to reclining in your mountain of cloth.

A sudden knock at the door had you bolting to attention, wiping your mouth with a hand. “I didn’t say you could stop.”

Eris shoved your face back down, ever the picture of unruffled royalty. You went to protest, until you heard the intruder's voice. The most infamous male in Amarantha’s court.

“Vanserra. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“This one’s busy,” Eris said coolly. “Find another.”

“I actually came here to find you,” Rhysand drawled. Your mouth didn’t leave Eris’s cock, sucking him softly, even as Rhysand’s boots thumped to a halt right behind your crouched form. He was watching you, you could feel it. His stare was like little talons crawling down your back and to your exposed rear. “Amarantha said you’d be here.”

Eris’s body tensed, something like fear locking his muscles, and you sucked harder, swirling your tongue along his leaking tip until he recovered. “I’m surprised she hasn’t sent one of her lackeys to chastise me.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” Rhysand said, a grin audible in his tone.

“Not surprising, it’s best to allocate you for less important tasks.” From the periphery of your lowered eyes, you could see Eris’s challenging smirk. 

“How about we cut a deal, Eris? Let me have a taste, and I’ll tell her you were merely beating the girl for being insolent with another client, rather than wasting your coin.” You gasped a bit as Rhysand’s hand came to rest on your hair, forcing you to take Eris deeper. “I’ll give her some fake bruises, free of charge.”

Eris bit back a groan as Rhysand shoved your head down, then looked at you. “Your choice, pet.”

There was an understanding between them, you could sense, but any other more astute observations were far beyond your reach. It was getting later, and Amarantha’s spellbinding incense was stronger, lulling you into a dull haze. 

You couldn’t think of scheming, of the court politics played by lords. You could think only of what it would feel like to be crushed between two strong, handsome males. Males who were offering themselves to you . “Yes,” you agreed, the words out of your control.

“Good.” Rhysand’s touch smoothed over your back and arms, purple bruises blooming night onto your skin. They looked perfectly real, and yet you felt no pain. “She’ll be none the wiser.”

Eris seemed skeptical, but he nodded. “You can have her after I’ve cum down her throat.”

Your eyes widened, a little squeak in your throat snagging his attention. “What,” Eris said, arching a brow. “You want him now?”

Long, black claws snared your mind, making you freeze. “She wants us both, at the same time.” Rhysand laughed wickedly, and you felt those talons caress your insides, a phantom lover’s touch.

Eris’s answering grin was wicked. “Do you, pet? Naughty… Well, I suppose it has been awhile since I’ve delighted in the pleasures of sharing.”

“Let me take her mouth up, then we can leave her cunt dripping with the both of us all night.”

Terrifying pleasure wracked your body, jittering as you felt the space between your legs run slicker. Your knees wobbled as Rhys hauled you up, setting you aside as the males switched places. 

“A whore’s whore,” Rhys crooned, lounging back in arrogant comfort as Eris pushed you down between his legs. “You’re lucky Eris and I have agreed upon a lie. Being an insolent girl is a better reputation than being a useless slut. Though I bet you’ll suck me like one, hmm?” His broad palm cupped your chin, thumb affectionately brushing your cheek.

You could only nod dumbly, nearly proving his point, but Eris stepped in. “Oh, no, she’s been a very good girl to me. Haven’t you, pet?”

“Yes, my- Eris. ”

Eris laughed, pleased by your self correction. “You’ll learn, I’m sure. But for now.” He lifted your hips, arranging you on your hands and knees before him with your face between Rhysand’s legs. “Show him you can be a good girl, pet.”

Carefully, you undid Rhys’s button. He was just as long and hard as Eris, but thicker. Fuck. 

Rhysand’s eyes sparkled with living stars, practically glowing as he saw the brief look of panic on your face. “You scared?”

Rising to the challenge, you instantly led him home. His cock hit the back of your throat as you relaxed every muscle, taking him deep and laving your tongue around him. The noise he made was utterly debauched. “Shit… yes, you can take it…”

Your breath caught as a finger traced up the seam of your cunt. Eris. He was getting busy as you sucked Rhysand off, thumbing your clit and parting your folds. “Stunning,” Eris muttered, mostly to himself. “You’re utterly wasted here.”

“You could say that again,” Rhysand groaned, head rolling back in bliss. For some reason, you were eager to impress him. He and Eris both may have been reduced to mere toys in Amarantha’s court, but long before then they had been some of the most feared males in Prythian. Someday, maybe, they would return to their pedestals.

If they did, you would have them remember you.

You swallowed around Rhysand, tightening your throat as Eris slid a finger into your pussy. He stretched you slowly and methodically until you were moaning around the thick cock in your mouth.

“Don’t stop now,” Rhysand warned, his hand moving to wrap around your throat. He didn’t squeeze, but you knew he could, and that was just as thrilling. 

Rhys held you still as Eris replaced his fingers with his hard cock, pushing into you in one long, complete thrust. Your walls were tight barriers, and Eris thrust a bit, making sure you held every inch inside you before he even started to move.

You went to pull back for air, but Rhysand tightened his grip on your neck. “Not yet, slut… I’m close…” 

Eris fucked you hard, the rocking motion forcing you to keep up as you brought Rhysand to a shuddering climax. His seed was hot down your throat, but pleasurable pride filled you at having made him cum that hard. 

“Good girl,” Rhys crooned, petting your face as you pulled away sticky with him. “Eris, make her cum. She earned it.”

You couldn’t see Eris’s face, but you could feel the wickedness in his movements. Harsh, perfectly angled thrusts had you collapsing to the rugs beneath you, just taking everything he gave you. “Ah- I’m gonna…”

“Gonna cum all over his cock?” Rhys purred, pushing sweaty locks of hair back from your face. 

You tried to agree, but you could only let out a shaky mewl as Eris’s dick pounded against your sweet spot, holding your hips still as you trembled through a climax. 

“Fuck…” Eris grit his teeth. One last sloppy thrust to the hilt had him filling you. He panted, holding the position until he was sure your cunt had taken every drop, then he pulled away. 

“I should get back to Amarantha,” Rhysand said. The desire faded from his eyes until he just looked tired. 

“I should return to my family,” Eris agreed. “If you are asked anything, pet, you were tired from all that incense Amarantha is pumping down here. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything else.” He grinned, adding, “and I’ll take care of you as well, tomorrow.”

You returned to your curtained den, offering the males a grateful smile. “I will see you then, my lords .”