#eris is daddy

Obviously, he's has rings for every outfit

✨ Klaus Mikaelson✨

Azriel x Reader x Eris

word cound: 1800

cw: smut, porn with plot, anal, deepthroating, voyerism

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Another meeting. Another day of hiding. Azriel has been haunting the halls of the Forest House for the last few months. Avoiding being seen by anyone other than his shadows, his mates, and their hounds.

As well trained as the hounds are, they almost gave him away a few times. He'd been outside with Eris and Y/N on a walk. Blending into the silhouettes of trees and nearby foliage. Azriel would occationally let a shadow or few chase around the puppies.

Lost in the peace of it all, the spymaster was oblivious to one of the guards winnowing up to Eris. Some letter to deliver in his hands. Of course that's precisely the moment a couple pups started barking at their shadow friends. Able to reign the tendrils in, just not fast enough to avoid to color draining from the guards face. Rumors of the grounds being haunted shortly followed but nothing serious was ever done about it. Eris knew, he loved the subtle pandimonium it caused. Sometimes calling a guard or emissary to that spot for, some bullshit reason. The High Lord only wanted a chuckle.

But this wasnt one of those tranquil days of peace. No. Today Azriel is bound to the darkened walls of his mates Throne room. Forced to conceal the love between them.

Eris had no problem introducing Y/N to the court. He reveled in how contagious your laughter and joy were. How effortless it was for you to thaw out the frozen fear Beron plunged the land into. But that's exactly why you two couldnt be tangled up in the High Lords bed that day, creating music only for one anothers ears.

Today Y/N was in one of the villages. Helping them clear land and plot new crops. Making way for farm animals to flourish. Sowing seeds of compassion and hope into the hearts of who you deem 'The most important people in the kingdom'.

"Does anyone have anything INTRESTING before we end? It's been budgets, complaints, and concerns all day. Entertain me" As overlooked as he felt, Az couldn't help but let a small smirk creep into his lips. Eris might be a cocky bitch, but fuck was he beautiful. Esspecially sprawled out over his throne. One leg hanging off the armrest while he files his nails.

The image of himself kneeling before his High Lord, tongue pooling, cock stiffening, arousal heating... fuck. no.

Encasing himself into the darkness he emrges on a back patio of one of their secret cabins within the autumn mountains. The one lost in the North West Mountains being his favorite. Right below the relaxing regidity of the Winter Court and along to coast of the cooling Summer breeze. The air flow between all 3 courts create a jet stream unlike any hes flown in. Flips and spins. Twists and Dips. At the end of the flight, a clean dive into the late Autumn lake in the backyard.

Home.

At least he hoped. Finally a place he feels at peace. No expectations, just harmony. Azriel loves his brothers and sees them often. Grateful of their support towards his mating with both Y/N and Eris. Courts healing, wings spread ready to pave his own path, just to end up tangled in his shadows again.

Eris has been allowing the mask to come undone. It hasn't been an easy journey but slowly those around have been growing fond of their new High Lord. When Beron died and Eris was infused of the generational fire, many feared. They had only known of him to be cruel as his father. It was a challanging time to finally achnowladge the bond between them.

but you... when the bond reveled you as a second mate to both males, everything changed. Eris started relaxing. softening. Others started noticing smiles, laughs, even deep gratitude being clearly pointed their way. Azriel wasn't sure if the courts healing was because the High Lord of fire was settling in chaos or because there was a second flame to balance his intensity out. Help redistribute everything he's kept bottled up for centuries.

but Azriel... he stays hidden away. As if Eris were ashamed to be mated to someone so evil. So hopeless. So untrustworthy. So tainted.

Walking into the Mountainside cabin, avoiding Eris; who must have winnowed in while he was in the lake, Az headed to their bedroom for a dry change of clothes.

"Did your broody little flight not cool you down?"

"Fuck you Eris."

"Oh I know you want to shadowsigner. I could feel you during the meeting. Don't think I dont know what goes on in that pretty little brain of yours."

When Azriel doesn't give Eris the reaction he's looking for, he doubles down, eager to pick a fight with his mate.

"The dive wasn't super crisp today. I give it a 6. no, maybe a 6.9 but that's a bit too generous. Not quite sure if you can handle that." ..nothing.. "I don't know what's gotten into you recently. I know I havent been able to for a few days but I didn't think you'd be this needy while Y/N is awa-" Eris is cut short as his fully overgrown vampire bat rams into him. Pinning him to the cabin wall.

"You think I want to be your dirty secret? The one thing you keep hidden, afraid how others would react once they knew what a disgusting beast you allow into your bed?" Eris knew somethings been bothering his husband, but it's difficult getting the spymaster to open up. To talk about his deeper, darker thought and fears.

"Why are you two agruing now?" Y/N. That beautiful sweet voice breaks the tension in the room for a hot moment. "You know what, I'm not entertaining this right now. I'm going back to the Forest House to drop of paperwork, take a bath, and grab my book."

"Please, don't be fighting anymore when I get back. I'm tired and we havent had an evening to lay outside in one anothers arms in what feels like ages."

"It's been 11 days and 18 hours. 12 days too long." Az corrects. Still with his forarm pressing Eris's throat against the wall and his knee digging into his inner thigh. The High Lord only grinning. Reveling in the frustration of your mate.

"Please Az? Just talk to one another." Placing a jar down on the kitchen counter before Y/N leaves, "I got some more caramel from Marla in Maple Village. I'm gonna make cookies to drizzle it over tonight. So you better not be fighting or I'll eat them all."

A cold breeze broke through the windows once Y/N left. Leaving them alone togther, in darkness and flame.

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Floating in the giant tub of the Forest House, the few words you caught ruminating through your tired head. Allow in your bed. Turning over leaf after leaf of meaning you overthink yourself into believing you weren't loving your husbands equally. Your mates, who have different love languages, diffrerent sleep schedules, different shared intrests. How could you possibly make sure one didnt feel slighted.

With a sigh and a clean body you step out of the draining bath. Drying off and putting on one of Eris's shirts and Azriels sweatpants, you grab your current book and winnow back to your favorite hidden cabin. Ready to make cookies and express your balanced love for both your mates.

"ERIS! Fuck you"

Great. Walking towards the bedroom, the sound of slamming furniture becomes louder. Not knowing what state of distress the bedroom will be in this time, you swing the door open. Only to find Eris balls deep in Azriel pounding the everloving fuck out of his ass.

"I.. oh.. uh sorry. I came in to check you werent throwing furniture at each other."

Eris turns towards you with a shit eating grin. "Sure you did Princess. You know our sounds. And I know by your smell that you're lying." Unshething himself from Az, Er walks over to you, grabbing the book out of your hands in favor of placing it on the table. Leading you towards the bed.

Wimpers fall from the shadowsingers mouth. Songs of desire, lust, and love. "Az here thought I was ashamed of him. That I havent officially introduced him to the court because they'd never accept him."

"What? Az baby that's-"

Tenderly grabbing your cheeks Eris shushes you. "He's fucked out Princess. I explained how I didn't want to pressure him into making his presence known and, well, you know how he gets." Heat building inbetween your legs at the two devilishly handsome males infront of you. Bare. Hung. Marked with passion.

A beat of silence broken by a deep chuckle. "I have an idea Princess. A surefire way to make sure everyone knows I'm not ashamed. Only if you're okay with it?"

"Oh, um" Blushing you remember a conversation a few weeks ago. Different things you wanted to try with one another "yeah fuck it. Now seems as good of a time as ever." Winking to Azriel who's watching you as if he's about to implode.

Before you could process what you agreed to, the three of you are winnowed into the Throne room. Only you clothed.

"Tell me Azriel" sitting on his throne naked, wrapping Azriels neck in a controlled flame collar "what is it you were thinking earlier"

"I thought you knew?" He tried to fight back. Never letting the male have it easy.

A nice tug on the fire leash brings Azriel mouth level with Eris's aching cock. On cue Az opens his mouth, tongue out, drooping all over the High Lords lap.

"Look at the mess you're making. Clean it up" Lowering his head Azriel licks up his spit from Eris's pelvis. Careful not to do anything without the High Lords permission.

"Good boy. Open for me" Placing his finger in Azriels mouth Eris begins to stroke himself. Azriel taking the opprotunity to suck on his husbands thumb.

"Fuck. So good for me. Princess, come here"

"Yes daddy?"

"Don't you agree?"

"Yes daddy." You moan. Humming into your neck Eris bring Azriel wet mouth to the tip of his leaking cock. "Earn your reward"

It's almost as if his shadows possessed him. A switch was flicked and Azriel is now the sluttiest little cock whore. Gagging gracefully around his favorite beef jerkey. "Get under him princess. Reward him." With a snap you've joined them in the skin dance. Dripping a trail of your sweet treasure in your path.

Slipping into position from the steps, laying down, you grab Azriels considerable length. Licking up the precum sliding down his vein and balls.

Mid face fuck the door to the Throne room opens, causing hesitation from your mate. "I didn't say to stop" Eris moans low and dark.

"You summoned us my Lord?"

"Cauldron bless us."

"Oh mother. My greatest apologies my Lord." There was a not so rushed scramble to leave, where many glances lingered before the doors shut them in.

Eris is the first to speak as Azriel's still bobbing up and down his cock like the good boy he is.

"You couldn't entertain me... let me entertain you"

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I smoked a little weed, messed around with an idea and ended up here. I hope you enjoy it.

Azriel x Reader x Eris

word count: 2400

Summary: Morning sex with Azriel and Eris

cw: just straight smut, double fingering, oral, shadow play

A coiling of pleasure bubbled deep within your womb.

Two warm, insistent hands ghosted over your naked body, tracing the curves of your breasts before descending to the apex of your thighs.

Your eyes fluttered open to find yourself nestled between two figures whose beauty could rival the dawn. The scent of musk and sweetness filled the room, a potent mix that made your core pulse with need.

As your senses sharpened, you realized that the hands caressing you belonged to none other than Azriel and Eris, the males whose passionate whispers had kept you captive for countless nights.

Their eyes, one a piercing shadowed green, the other a fiery amber, locked onto yours, filled with a hunger that could devour worlds.

Their faces were mere inches apart, and you could feel their breath mingling with yours in a silent promise of what was to come.

Their fingers, skilled and practiced, slipped effortlessly between your folds, exploring the slick heat that was already gathering. You gasped as their digits pushed inside you, filling you simultaneously, stretching you open and setting off a symphony of sensation that resonated through every inch of your being.

Their movements grew bolder, each stroke a deliberate claim of ownership that sent tremors through your body.

You felt yourself being pulled closer to the precipice of release, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable.

Your breaths grew ragged, your chest rising and falling in time with their ministrations.

Your own hands reached out, seeking purchase in the soft sheets as you struggled to hold onto the last threads of your sanity.

"Ah, gods, yes," you moaned, your voice a sweet symphony of need that seemed to spur them on.

Azriel's thumb found your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your hips buck wildly.

Eris took the opportunity to delve deeper, his knuckles brushing against your inner walls in a way that made your eyes roll back in your head.

"More," you begged, the word a desperate plea that hung in the air like a siren's call.

"So greedy," Azriel murmured, his voice a dark purr that seemed to vibrate through your very soul. He added a third finger, his hand moving in a come-hither motion that had you seeing stars.

Eris matched his rhythm, the two of them working in tandem to drive you to the brink. Your muscles tightened around them, eager for the release that hovered just out of reach.

"You're so wet for us," Eris groaned, his voice a guttural sound of pure lust.

"You're ours," Azriel whispered against your ear, his breath hot and moist, sending a shiver down your spine. His fingers curled upward, hitting a spot that made your toes curl.

The pleasure was intense, almost painful, but you craved more. You could feel the tension building, a storm of sensation that threatened to overwhelm you.

"Oh, fuck," you breathed out, unable to form coherent words. Your hips began to rock in time with their movements, urging them deeper, harder.

Eris leaned in to kiss your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, eliciting a gasp from your parted lips.

"Don't stop," you panted, your voice hoarse with desire.

Their strokes grew faster, their fingers curling in unison, hitting a spot that made you shiver with each pass. Your moans grew louder, echoing through the room like a crescendo of passion.

"You're going to come for us, aren't you?" Eris whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Come for your mates, beautiful."

"Y-yes," you stuttered, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as the sensations grew too intense to contain.

Their fingers danced inside you, their thumbs flicking your clit in a relentless rhythm that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

The sound of your own need filled your ears, a symphony of want that seemed to fuel their desire.

Your body tightened around them, muscles contracting in sweet agony as the orgasm built.

They watched you closely, eyes hooded and hungry, as if memorizing every quiver, every gasp for their own dark pleasure. And then, with one final, perfectly-angled stroke, you shattered.

The room spun around you, colors swirling in a kaleidoscope of ecstasy. Your back arched, your body bowing to the power of your release.

"Good girl," Azriel murmured, his voice thick with approval as he kissed your neck.

Eris's mouth found yours, capturing your cries of pleasure in a claiming kiss that sent sparks dancing through your veins. Your inner walls pulsed around their fingers, greedy for every bit of sensation they had to give.

"You're so perfect," Eris whispered, his eyes alight with adoration as he watched you come down from the peak of your climax.

His fingers slowed, but didn't leave you, continuing to stroke gently as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear that made your skin tingle with goosebumps.

"Our perfect mate."

"Magnificent," Azriel added, his gaze raking over your body with an intensity that made your heart race anew.

He leaned in, capturing your mouth in a deep, possessive kiss that seemed to claim every part of your soul.

His fingers slipped from your pussy, leaving you feeling deliciously empty, only to be filled by Eris's once again. They praised you with every touch, every kiss, worshipping your body as if you were a deity come to life.

"Well good morning to you too," your words nothing but blissed out mumbles.

Eris held wicked smile, his eyes gleaming as he watched the passion play across your features. He mirrored Azriel's movements, adding another finger to the mix, filling you to the brim as they continued to pleasure you.

"We've missed this," he murmured against your skin, his teeth grazing the soft flesh of your earlobe. "Missed making you scream our names."

Your eyes widened in surprise at the new sensation, the stretch exquisite and almost too much. But you didn't want them to stop.

"Yes," you breathed, your body responding to their dual invasion with a renewed eagerness.

Your hips rolled into their touch, seeking more, desperate for the oblivion that only they could provide.

Their movements grew more synchronized, their fingers curling and pumping in a way that had you teetering on the edge of sanity.

You could feel your orgasm building again, a second wave of pleasure that crashed over you with the force of a tsunami. Your nails dug into the sheets, your body trembling with the effort to hold back the tide.

"I'm g-going to...," you warned, your voice shaking.

"Let go," Eris whispered, his voice a dark command that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Scream for us. Let the whole court know who makes you come apart." His words were like a match to dry kindling, igniting a fire within you that could not be contained.

"You're so fucking tight, squeezing us so sweetly," Azriel groaned, his own passion spilling into his voice.

"Come on our fingers, show us how much you want us."

Their filthy words washed over you, a torrent of lust that made you wetter, hotter.

You could feel your cheeks flushing, your breath hitching as their fingers worked in a blur of motion.

"Fuck, yes," you moaned, unable to hold back any longer. "I want you both, so badly." Your hips bucked, riding the waves of pleasure they created.

"Please, more," you begged, the word a desperate mantra.

"You like that, don't you?" Eris chuckled, his voice a dark caress that sent shivers down your spine.

"You're so responsive, so eager to take everything we have to give." His thumb circled your clit, pressing harder, faster, until you were a writhing mess beneath them.

"You're going to take it, aren't you?"

Your breath hitched, a silent plea for more as your body began to tighten around their fingers once again.

"Yes," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Please sir, I need..." Your words trailed off into a moan as Azriel's free hand reached up to pinch your nipple, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to your core.

Their eyes darkened with desire at your response, and their movements grew more insistent.

They curled their fingers inside you, hitting that spot that made your vision swim.

Your muscles tightened, clamping down around them like a vise, and with a cry of pure ecstasy, you shattered again, your orgasm ripping through you like a tempest.

As the aftershocks of your release began to fade, you felt their hands withdraw, leaving you panting and trembling.

But they weren't done with you yet. With a wicked smile, Eris leaned down to replace his fingers with his mouth, lapping at your juices with a hunger that left no doubt of his intentions.

You gasped, your body still sensitive from the onslaught of pleasure.

Azriel, ever the silent observer, took this moment to strip off the last of his clothes, revealing his taut, muscled form. His slutty little waist.

His cock, hard and heavy, bobbed with every step he took toward the bed.

Eris looked up at him, eyes glazed with lust, and the two shared a knowing smile before he too stood, revealing his own impressive length.

"Our turn," Eris rumbled, his hand guiding his cock to your mouth.

You eagerly parted your lips, welcoming the velvety heat of his shaft.

As you began to suck, Azriel positioned himself between your spread legs, the head of his cock nudging at your entrance. You could feel your body preparing for them, eager to be filled by their love.

Their movements grew more urgent, Eris's hips pumping in a steady rhythm as you took him deeper into your mouth. The salty tang of his arousal mingled with the sweetness of your own, and you found yourself swirling your tongue around him, savoring the taste.

Azriel's hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he pushed inside you with a groan that echoed through the room.

You felt stretched, so full with Eris's cock in your mouth and Azriel's in your pussy, but the sensation was heavenly.

Your body melted around them, welcoming them both as if they were a part of you.

They began to move in tandem, their hips thrusting in a synchronized dance that sent waves of pleasure crashing through you. Each stroke of their cocks sent jolts of electricity through your veins, setting your nerves alight.

Your hands roamed over their muscular bodies, feeling the tension in their abs, the power in their thighs as they fucked you with an intensity that seemed to reach your very soul.

You moaned around Eris's shaft, the vibrations traveling up to his cock, making his eyes roll back with pleasure.

"You're so good," he groaned, his grip on your hair tightening slightly. "So fucking good."

The headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust from Azriel, the sound a punctuation to your muffled moans. His eyes never left yours, the connection between you a palpable force that seemed to charge the very air.

You felt a chilled pressure added to the stretch of Azriel's cock already deep inside you. The erager shadow entering you with ease. You didn't protest; instead, you pushed back, welcoming the fullness.

"Look at you," Eris whispered, his eyes on your bouncing breasts. "So eager, so fucking beautiful." His praise was like a caress, each word a stroke that sent a shiver through your body.

"Tell us how much you love it," he demanded, his hand tangling in your hair, guiding your movements.

"Mmhmm," you mumbled around his cock, your eyes never leaving Azriel's. You felt the beginnings of another climax stirring deep within you.

"I love it," you managed, your voice thick with arousal. "I love both of you." The words seemed to spur them on, their movements growing more urgent.

"Come for us again," Azriel growled, his voice a command that sent a bolt of pleasure straight to your core.

"You're going to scream so loud they'll hear you in the dining hall." His words were a dark promise, one that sent a thrill racing through you.

You could feel Eris's cock thicken in your mouth, his grip on your hair growing tighter as he approached his own peak.

The pressure inside you grew, the pleasure building to an almost painful crescendo. Your muscles clenched around Azriel's cock, squeezing him in time with Eris's thrusts.

The feeling was indescribable, a maelstrom of sensation that had you teetering on the brink of oblivion. You could feel them both, so close, their need for you a tangible force that seemed to fill the room.

With a final, powerful thrust, Azriel reached his peak, his cock pulsing deep within you as he filled you with his seed.

The feeling was overwhelming, a claim so deep it seemed to rewire your very essence.

You moaned around Eris's cock, the vibrations sending him over the edge as well. He pulled out with a groan, his cum spurting onto your face, mixing with the saliva that dripped from your mouth.

The room was filled with the sounds of your mingled pleasure, your screams of ecstasy echoing off the walls. It was a symphony of passion, a declaration of your shared desire that could not be silenced.

As the aftershocks of your climax began to subside, you felt the warmth of their seed inside you, a reminder of their claim.

Eris stepped back, his cock glistening with your saliva and the proof of his release.

He reached down to wipe his cum from your cheek, his eyes never leaving yours. The intensity in his gaze made your chest tighten, your body already craving more of their touch.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.

"Our perfect little mate," Azriel agreed, his own eyes dark with lust as he watched the scene unfold. He and his shadow withdrew from you, his cock shiny with your arousal.

"Look how much you take for us." His voice was a low rumble that seemed to resonate in your very bones.

You couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at their words, your body still trembling from the intensity of your orgasms. The praise was like a balm, soothing your soul and making you feel cherished, wanted.

They stroked your cheeks gently, wiping away the remnants of your shared passion.

"Such a good girl," Eris murmured, his thumb brushing over your swollen lips.

....and I oop

When Eris finishes, fire sparks

Azriel x Reader x Eris

cw: smut, oral, blindfolding, mainly just one big tease, hints at shadow play, fire play, bondage, overstimulation, mean dom azriel and eris

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Darkness. That's all I had grown to know. It feels like hours I've been stuck here. Tied to the posts of the bed like some hog.

A feast for all to eat. Well, at least for the two males currently devouring me. Taking turns, never letting me get to the peak of my bliss.

"Eyes on me Sweetheart." His cold husky voice causing a vibration to radiate through my nerves and blood.

"I... I...I.. cant" I wimper, "Your shadows.... are... aauhhh.. too excited" Ghosts of void slithering just above my skin. Teasing me, toying with their food.

This fucking male has the audacity to LAUGH "Oh baby, I've been holding them back. They haven't even begun playing with you."

"Please sir... please let me cum!" There was no reward. Just a wet slap aching through my core. My wimpers were met with the firey gaze of the male playing with my nipples. One hand pinching so deliciously while the other grabing my face, turning my focus to him.

"Not yet you needy slut" Azriel purrs into my folds. "We're not done with you."

The second male, arogant, cheeky, hums into my ear "Shouldn't she see the painfully beautiful face of the torturer drinking her up."

With a smirk and a glare exchanged over the dinner table Eris starts a steady, controlled fire. Illuminating the room in an orange shadow, tendrils of flame mix with the ropes binding me to the mattress. The heat and the rope burn together bringing me dangerously close to the edge.

Looking down into the lust filled hazel eyes of the shadowsinger was the worst decision I could have made. With a scream, I completely came undone around his tongue. "AZRIEL FUCK... YES.. OH GOD YYEEESSSS!!"

"...tsk...tsk... Angel...." clicking his tounge in disappointment. "You know you're only allowed to cum when we say so." Looking to Eris currently sucking away the reminence of my high through my nipples, "Do you think she's earned that orgasm Lordling?"

Eris, moving back to my ear, wispers "no"

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Just a quick little something to get the inspiration flowing. I may write more of this, may not, idk yet. Gonna see what else sparks as I outline a longer story idea.

Kinktober 2024: Sex Pollen

Azriel x Eris

word count: 3000

cw: mlm, 69, filthy nasty animalistic gay sex, sex pollen

"You picked these for me?" Eris's eyes widened with surprise as Azriel presented the bouquet.

His smoldering gaze held a softness he hadn't seen before, a stark contrast to the usual shadows that danced in the depths of his pupils.

"I did," he replied, his voice low and gentle. "These are from the forest. I thought they might bring a touch of color to your chamber."

Eris' eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of suspicion flickering across his face. "Which forest?"

"The one that borders the Winter Court." Azriel said, his expression unreadable. "They're unlike any I've seen before, with petals as vibrant as the fire in your eyes."

Eris took the bouquet with trembling hands, the scent of the flowers immediately filling his senses with something both sweet and musky.

"They're Erica Canaliculata," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "They're not just any ordinary flowers, Azriel."

"Ah," Azriel said with a knowing smile, "but you are not just any ordinary High Fae."

Eris couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through his chest at his mates words.

The fragrance grew stronger, and he felt a peculiar tingling sensation along his skin.

"They're known for their... sex pollen," Eris said, the heat rising in his cheeks. "It's a rare and potent aphrodisiac. Only blooms in Autumn and only under specific conditions."

Eris tried to keep his voice even. "They say breathing it can stir the most primal desires in a Fae."

His breath caught in his throat, and he took a step back, trying to put some distance between him and the bouquet.

"Let's get these out of here," Azriel said firmly, his shadows darkening.

Without another word, he marched to the open window of Eris's chamber and hurled the bouquet into the night, the petals fluttering away on the cool Autumn breeze.

But it was too late. He had already inhaled the potent fragrance. A strange warmth spread through his body, and his own desire flared to life.

He turned back to Eris, whose eyes had gone dark with need.

"We need to cleanse the room," Eris managed to say, his voice thick with arousal.

"Agreed," Azriel murmured, walking over to Eris. He cupped his cheek, thumb gently caressing his flushed skin. "But first, let's make sure we're both...comfortable."

Eris's breath hitched as Azriel's textured hand slid down to his neck, his thumb tracing the line of his jaw before his fingertips danced over the top button of Eris's shirt.

With a deft twist, the button popped open, revealing the pale skin beneath. Eris felt his heart race in his chest, the throb of his pulse echoing in his ears.

"I need to get these off," Azriel murmured, his eyes darkening as he took in Eris's state. His own shirt was discarded in an instant, revealing the sculpted muscles and tattoos that adorned his torso.

Eris nodded, his own hands fumbling with the fastenings of his pants. His shirt fell to the floor, and he gasped as the cool air brushed against his overheated skin.

The room felt as if it was shrinking, the walls closing in on them as the scent of the sex pollen lingered, a pheromone-laden haze that seemed to thicken the very air they breathed.

"Let me help you," Azriel purred, his eyes never leaving Eris's.

He stepped closer, his bare chest brushing against Eris's, sending a shockwave of need through him.

Eris's hands stilled, allowing Azriel to take over. With a grace that belied the urgency in his movements, Azriel unbuckled Eris's belt and unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down to expose his throbbing arousal.

But Eris's gaze was drawn to something else - the majestic wings that framed Azriel's body, the leathery skin glistening in the moonlight.

The desire to touch them, to feel their softness against his own skin, was overwhelming. He reached out tentatively, his hand trembling as it approached the arch of the nearest wing.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Azriel's question was a low growl, his eyes narrowing with a mix of surprise and something else - something that sent a thrill down Eris's spine.

"You're the one that drugged me." Eris wimpered.

"Not drugged," Azriel corrected, his voice a sensual rumble. "Aroused. And I intend to satisfy that craving."

With a swift motion, Azriel scooped Eris into his arms, the wings enveloping them both like a warm blanket.

Eris gasped as Azriel carried him to the bed, laying him down with a gentle grace that seemed at odds with the fierce need in his eyes. The mattress dipped under their combined weight, the fabric of the bedclothes cool against Eris's feverish skin.

"I want to taste you," Azriel breathed, his eyes raking over Eris's body.

Eris's breath hitched as he watched Azriel kneel beside the bed, his gaze lingering on Eris's aching cock.

He couldn't help but shiver with anticipation as the winged faerie leaned in, his mouth watering at the sight of Eris's erection.

"So beautiful," Azriel murmured, his breath warm against Eris's skin.

"Please," Eris begged, his eyes glazed with desire. "I need to taste you too."

"As you wish," Azriel smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He stood up from the bed, his erection bobbing with every step he took closer to Eris.

Eris's breath hitched as he watched Azriel position himself. The Shadowsingers legs straddled his face, his thighs like bronze pillars on either side of him.

Eris could feel the heat radiating from Azriel's body, the scent of his desire thickening the air. He reached up, his hands ghosting over the smooth, taut muscles of Azriel's thighs, before coming to rest on the firm mounds of his ass.

With a low growl, Azriel lowered himself, his erection nudging at Eris's eager mouth. Eris's eyes rolled back in his head as the velvety tip brushed against his lips, the taste of him already driving him wild.

He opened his mouth, welcoming Azriel in with a hungry groan. The taste was like nothing he'd ever experienced before - musky and sweet, a heady combination that made his own need spike.

He took Azriel in deep, his tongue swirling and flicking against the sensitive underside of his cock.

Azriel's grip on the bed frame tightened, his wings fluttering with the effort to stay still.

Eris reveled in the power he held, the way Azriel's body responded to his every touch.

He could feel the tension coiling in the faerie's muscles, the way he quivered with every suck and lick.

But Eris's own need was demanding attention, his cock aching for the same kind of worship.

Without a word, Azriel positioned himself over Eris's waist, aligning their bodies so that their erections met in a delicious kiss.

Azriel eagerly took Eris into his mouth, the feeling of the other's warm, wet heat enveloping him sending a jolt of pleasure down his spine. His skilled lips moving in perfect tandem with Eris's movements.

The sound of their muffled moans filled the room as they pleasured each other, the scent of arousal mixing with the lingering musk of the sex pollen.

The sensations were exquisite, each suck and swirl of their tongues echoing between them, a symphony of desire that grew more intense with every passing moment.

Eris could feel the tension building in his balls, the pressure rising like a crescendo. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.

The Shadowsingers eyes squeezed shut as Eris worked his magic.

Each stroke of his tongue along the shaft sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't help but rock his hips, fucking Eris's mouth in a silent demand for release.

"You're so good," Azriel groaned, his voice a hoarse whisper. "So, so good."

Eris's own breath grew ragged as he felt the cock in his mouth swell, the taste of Azriel's precum coating his tongue.

He knew his mate was close, could feel the tension in the muscles of his thighs and the tightness of his ass.

He redoubled his efforts, eager to taste the release he knew was coming.

But Azriel had other plans.

With a sudden, almost violent jerk, he pulled out of Eris's mouth and flipped their positions, pushing Eris onto his back.

Eris's cock bobbed in the cool air for a moment before Azriel's mouth descended upon it, his tongue swirling around the tip before taking him in deep.

The abrupt change in angle and the intensity of Azriel's sucking had Eris's toes curling into the sheets, his moans echoing through the room.

The Shadowsingers hands roamed over Eris's body, his thumbs teasing his nipples into tight peaks.

Eris arched his back, silently begging for more. His hands found purchase in Azriel's hair, guiding him, urging him deeper.

The sensations were overwhelming, the scent of the sex pollen in the air amplifying his every thought and feeling.

"Fuck, yes," Eris gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head.

The Shadowsingers hands slid down Eris's torso, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive skin of his stomach before coming to rest on his High Lords leaking cock.

The sensation of Azriel's mouth and hands was too much, the pressure in his balls unbearable. He could feel his climax building, a tight coil of pleasure that threatened to shatter him.

"I'm going to come," Eris warned, his voice barely above a whisper.

The only response was a muffled groan from Azriel as he took Eris even deeper into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing with each suck.

Eris threw his head back, the pleasure so intense he could feel it in his toes.

With a strangled cry, he released, his cock pulsing as ropes of cum shot into Azriel's eager mouth.

Azriel swallowed greedily, not a drop escaping him, his eyes never leaving Eris's face.

But the relief was short-lived.

The potent pollen still lingered in the air, and with each breath, the ache between Eris's legs grew stronger. He reached down to stroke himself, but Azriel's hand was there first, warm and calloused, taking over the task.

Eris's eyes flew open, meeting the intense gaze of his mate.

"More," Eris whimpered, his body trembling with the need for release.

"I know," Azriel murmured, his own desire palpable in the air as he continued to stroke Eris's cock with a firm, steady rhythm.

The scent of the Erica Canaliculata had permeated the room, their bodies, their very beings.

Eris's hips began to buck against Azriel's hand, his need growing with every passing moment.

"Fuck me," Eris pleaded, his voice a desperate whine. "Please, I can't take it anymore."

Azriel's eyes gleamed with understanding and need. He didn't bother with further preamble. He kissed Eris deeply, their tongues dancing together as he reached for the oil on the bedside table.

He knew Eris was tight, knew he'd need to prep him thoroughly if he was going to take him without pain.

The thought of being inside him, feeling the warm embrace of his body, was all-consuming.

He broke the kiss and positioned himself between Eris's legs, his eyes never leaving Eris's face.

The High Lord's cheeks were flushed, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he watched Azriel coat his own fingers with the slick substance.

Eris's gaze dropped to his hand, watching as he slid one, then two digits into his mouth, sucking them clean. Holding the lube in his mouth.

The sight was obscene, and Eris's cock twitched in response, already begging for more.

With a wicked smile, Azriel leaned over Eris's body, his wings casting shadows across the bed as he lowered his mouth to the puckered entrance of his ass.

He could feel Eris's tension, the tightness of his muscles as he anticipated the invasion.

But instead of pushing in, he spat out the lube, the warm liquid pooling in the cleft of his cheeks.

Eris gasped as the warmth spread over his hole, the sensation surprisingly erotic.

"Ready?" Azriel whispered, his voice a dark promise.

Eris nodded, his eyes glazed with need.

He felt the tip of Azriel's cock press against his entrance, and he couldn't hold back the whimper that escaped his lips.

"Yes sir."

Azriel was gentle at first, his hips rocking in shallow thrusts that had Eris begging for more. The pain was there, a sharp contrast to the pleasure, but the sex pollen had dulled it to a sweet ache that only served to fuel his desire.

With each push, Azriel stretched him wider, filling him inch by inch until he was seated fully inside.

Eris's legs trembled, his nails digging into the bedclothes as he adjusted to the feeling of fullness.

"Are you okay?" Azriel asked, his voice thick with lust.

"More," Eris panted, his eyes never leaving Azriel's.

He began to move in earnest, his strokes long and deep.

Eris's eyes rolled back in his head, his body arching off the bed as the Shadowsinger claimed him.

The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, punctuated by their ragged breaths and the occasional gasp of pleasure.

The mattress groaned beneath them. Eris's legs wrapped around Azriel's waist, his heels digging into the firm muscles of his back, urging him deeper with each thrust.

"You're so tight, so perfect," Azriel groaned, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm that had Eris seeing stars.

"Do you like that, High Lord?"

"Y-yes," Eris stuttered, his voice breaking on the word as Azriel hit just the right spot.

"More, please. Fuck me harder, I need it."

"As you command," Azriel growled, his own desire mirroring Eris's.

He picked up his pace, his cock slamming into Eris with a ferocity that was matched only by the fierce love in his eyes.

"Oh fuck," Eris moaned. "Tell me how much you want me, how much you need this."

"I want to claim every inch of you," Azriel rasped, his hips driving into Eris without mercy.

"Your body was made for me to fuck, to fill."

Eris's eyes snapped open at the words, the raw need in Azriel's voice sending a fresh wave of arousal through him.

He felt the cock inside him thicken, the head brushing against his prostate with every thrust.

"Please," Eris begged, his voice a desperate whisper. "Fuck me harder, claim me. I need to cum."

The animalistic lust in Eris's voice was all the encouragement Azriel needed.

He growled low in his throat, his eyes flashing with a wild hunger that sent a shiver down Eris's spine. Azriel snapped his hips forward, his cock driving into Eris with a ferocity that was almost painful. But it was the sweetest agony Eris had ever felt.

He could feel the Shadowsingers muscles tense and release with each thrust, the power of his wings shivering through the air. It was as if they were two beasts in the throes of mating, driven by instinct and desire alone.

"Look at me," Azriel demanded, his voice a gravelly whisper.

Eris obeyed, his eyes locking onto the fierce gaze that held his own. The intensity in those eyes was almost too much to handle, a storm of emotions that made his heart race even faster.

"Look at me as you cum my Lord."

The words sent Eris over the edge.

His orgasm hit him like a bomb, his cock spurting thick ropes of cum that painted his chest and abs with white streaks.

The Shadowsingers eyes widened in surprise before a look of pure, unadulterated satisfaction settled on his face. He watched Eris come apart, his own need spiraling out of control.

"You're so beautiful," Azriel murmured, his hips never slowing as he continued to fuck Eris through his climax.

The High Lord's body shuddered with each powerful stroke, his eyes never leaving Azriel's as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

"Fuck, I'm going to...I'm going to..." Eris panted, his breath coming in quick, sharp gasps.

"That's it," Azriel encouraged, his own voice strained with the effort of holding back.

"Cum for me again, my love."

"Yes," Eris hissed, his body bowing off the bed as he felt the beginnings of his third orgasm.

"Yes, I'm... I'm... "

He couldn't form the words as his climax hit him, harder and more intense than before.

The world around them melted away, leaving only the sound of their muffled cries and the slap of their bodies coming together.

Eris's ass clamped down on Azriel's cock, the muscles spasming around him as the Shadowsingers seed filled him once again.

But even as Eris's body began to relax, the need didn't abate.

The sex pollen still lingered in the air, a seductive whisper that demanded more.

More.

Much more.

Im so excited to share this one! Tried to get it done for Eris week but it wouldn't have lived up to my expectations 🙃

*Conquer The Stars

Azriel x Eris smut

word count: 3000

Summary: Azriel and Eris search the unspoken words between them

cw: porn with little plot, ass eating, oral, anal

The moon hovered low in the night sky, casting a silver glow over the dense forest floor.

A gentle breeze danced through the leaves, stirring the shadows into a mesmerizing ballet of darkness and light.

A solitary figure, wrapped in the silence of the night, moved with the grace of a predator, the crackling of twigs beneath their boots the only sound in the stillness.

Eris Vanserra.

The sharp-tongued fae prince with a heart as fiery as his hair, stepped into a clearing, his flamed eyes scanning the horizon. He had been summoned by a cryptic message, the sender's identity shrouded in mystery.

His curiosity piqued, he had followed the instructions to the letter, eager to find the source of the intrigue.

The air grew thick with anticipation as he felt the presence of someone approaching from the shadows.

Emerging from the gloom was Azriel, the infamous spymaster of the Night Court, known for his cold demeanor and deadly efficiency.

His midnight wings unfurled, the stark contrast against the light fabric of his shirt billowed softly. He moved with the grace of a panther, his eyes narrowing as they fell upon Eris, his expression unreadable.

The two males had crossed paths before, but never under such clandestine circumstances.

"You came," Azriel's voice was a velvet purr that seemed to resonate in the very air around them.

Eris raised an eyebrow, his hand casually resting on the hilt of his sword.

"I'm not one to ignore a tantalizing invitation."

His voice held a hint of challenge, his eyes never leaving the shadowy figure before him.

Azriel's smile was a sly curve of his lips, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Indeed, you're not."

He took a step closer, the fabric of his wings brushing against the tall grass, leaving a trail of darkness in his wake. "What do you seek, Eris?"

Eris matched the shadowsinger's step, his hand still on his sword. "The same as you, it seems."

His eyes searched Azriel's, looking for any sign of deceit or hidden intent. "An answer to a question that burns within us both."

The tension between them was palpable, a silent dance of power and desire. Each male knew the other's reputation, the whispers of their prowess and cunning.

Yet here they were, drawn together by an invisible thread that neither could resist.

"An answer," Azriel repeated softly, his eyes lingering on Eris's full lips. "But what if the answer is one neither of us wishes to hear?"

Eris's heartbeat quickened, the anticipation thrumming in his veins. He stepped closer, their bodies now a mere breath apart.

"Then we face it," he murmured, the heat from his breath mingling with the night air.

Azriel's gaze dropped to Eris's hand on the sword hilt, then back to his eyes. Slowly, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around Eris's, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through the warrior's body.

"And if it's a question that requires more than words to answer?"

The challenge in Azriel's eyes was clear, and Eris felt his pulse race. He knew the spymaster wasn't referring to a mere exchange of information.

This was a dance of a different kind, one that could lead to passionate surrender or brutal rejection. He swallowed hard, his grip tightening on the sword.

"Then we explore it together," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to echo through the clearing.

With a sudden, surprising move, Azriel stepped closer, closing the distance between them. His hand on Eris's was firm, but gentle, and Eris felt his own hand relax, the tension in his arm melting away.

They stared into each other's eyes, the air thick with the scent of the night-blooming flowers and the promise of something more.

In a heartbeat, the two male's swords were sheathed with a synchronized metallic whisper. The sound echoed through the clearing like a declaration of peace between two ancient enemies.

Eris's chest rose and fell with anticipation, his heart hammering against his ribs.

Their eyes remained locked, the unspoken question hanging in the air. Without breaking the gaze, Azriel leaned in, his breath warm against Eris's skin.

Eris felt his own breath catch, his eyes fluttering shut as their lips met in a fierce, possessive kiss.

The kiss was a spark that ignited a wildfire within them, an alchemy of passion and need that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

Their bodies melded together, hands roaming over leather and fabric, desperate to find bare skin.

The soft groan that escaped Azriel's throat was like a sweet symphony to Eris's ears, urging him to deepen the kiss.

The spymaster's wings enveloped them, creating a private sanctuary amidst the openness of the clearing.

Eris's hands found the buttons of Azriel's shirt, deftly undoing them, revealing the dark sculpted muscles beneath.

Their kiss grew more urgent, tongues clashing and exploring, as they stumbled backward towards a fallen log.

Eris broke away for a moment, his eyes searching Azriel's for permission. The nod he received was all the invitation he needed.

With a gentle push, he laid Azriel down, their bodies aligned, chests heaving.

The moonlight painted the spymaster's skin in an ethereal glow, illuminating the scars that told a thousand silent stories of battles and pain.

Their kisses grew frantic, teeth grazing and tongues dancing. Eris's hands slid over the firm contours of Azriel's chest, tracing the lines of muscles that rippled beneath his fingertips.

He felt the winged faerie shiver at his touch, his breath hitching in a silent gasp. Eris's heart swelled with a strange tenderness, a stark contrast to the burning need that consumed him.

Pulling back slightly, Eris studied Azriel's face, the play of emotions that flickered in the moonlit darkness. He saw the warrior in him, the cold, calculating gaze that had earned him his fearsome reputation.

...but there was something else, something vulnerable, that made Eris's chest ache.

He leaned down, pressing feather-light kisses along the strong line of Azriel's jaw, feeling the stubble of his beard against his lips.

With a gentle touch, Eris traced the line of Azriel's neck with his tongue, tasting the salty sweetness of his skin.

Azriel's hands found their way into Eris's hair, gripping tightly as Eris's kisses grew more insistent, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

The spymaster's breathing grew ragged, his body arching slightly off the log as Eris moved lower.

When Eris reached the top of Azriel's pants, he paused, looking up to gauge the reaction in the other male's eyes. The hunger he saw there was unmistakable, and it sent a thrill of power through him.

With a smoldering smile, Eris undid the fastening of Azriel's pants, revealing the erection that strained against the fabric of his underclothes.

He took a moment to appreciate the size and beauty of it, the tip glistening with arousal.

"Seems like someone's been keeping secrets," Eris said with a smirk, his voice low and teasing.

Azriel's eyes narrowed playfully. "And you, Eris, seem to enjoy unraveling them."

Eris chuckled, his hand curling around Azriel's length. "Oh, I do love a good mystery," he murmured, stroking the velvety skin with a featherlight touch.

The spymaster's hips bucked, a guttural moan escaping his lips. He tightened his grip on Eris's hair, urging him closer.

Eris obeyed, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he took the head of Azriel's cock into his mouth.

The taste was intoxicating, a mix of male musk and the essence of power that was uniquely Azriel.

The spymaster's hips began to move in a steady rhythm, guiding Eris deeper.

Eris's own desire was a living, pulsing thing, demanding release. He worked Azriel's length with eager strokes, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.

The feel of the velvet steel in his mouth was maddening, and he could feel his own erection pressing against his pants.

But this moment wasn't just about pleasure; it was about claiming something that had been denied to them for too long, about breaking down the barriers that had kept them apart.

The moans that escaped Azriel grew louder, more feral, his hips rising to meet Eris's ministrations.

Eris's eyes never left Azriel's, watching the play of emotions - the surprise, the pleasure, the surrender - that flickered in those dark pools.

He took him deeper, savoring the way Azriel's eyes rolled back in his head, the way his chest heaved with each ragged breath.

The spymaster's grip on Eris's hair tightened, his hips moving in a rhythm that was as old as time itself.

"Fuck, Eris," Azriel breathed, the words a desperate plea and a command all rolled into one. "Take it all."

Eris's smirk grew wider as he felt the power of Azriel's response.

He swallowed down the spymaster's cock, feeling the heat and pulse of him, the velvet hardness that spoke of unbridled passion.

He could feel Azriel's heart hammering in his chest, the throb of his arousal echoing the beat of the night around them.

The spymaster's wings twitched and fluttered as Eris worked him, the shadows playing over the leathery veins like living tattoos.

Each gasp and groan from Azriel was music to Eris's ears, fueling the fire that burned within him. He knew he had the power to shatter the facade of the infamous shadowsinger, to reveal the male beneath the mask.

Their movements grew more frantic, the sound of fabric tearing as Eris's own clothes were discarded.

The cool night air kissed his skin, heightening the sensation of Azriel's body against him.

He could feel the tension coiling in the spymaster's muscles, the beginnings of his release.

But Eris wasn't done yet. He pulled away, leaving Azriel panting and desperate. "Turn over," he instructed, his voice a rough whisper that sent shivers down the other male's spine.

With a flicker of doubt in his eyes, Azriel complied, his wings folding in tightly as he presented his back to Eris.

The warrior took a moment to appreciate the sight of Azriel's strong, sculpted back, the play of moonlight across the scars that criss-crossed his skin.

The spymaster's breathing was heavy and uneven, his body trembling with anticipation.

Eris knelt beside Azriel, his hand caressing the taut muscles of his thigh. His touch was feather-light, teasing, as he traced a path up to the curve of his ass.

The shadowsinger tensed, his eyes fluttering closed, and Eris felt a thrill of power knowing he could elicit such a reaction.

He leaned in, his breath hot against Azriel's skin, and kissed the tender flesh.

The first brush of Eris's tongue against Azriel's hole was electric, sending shockwaves through the spymaster's body.

He bucked, a cry torn from his lips, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Eris held firm, his grip on Azriel's hip keeping him in place as he explored the uncharted territory with a hunger that was insatiable.

His tongue delved deeper, tasting the musky sweetness that was uniquely Azriel's.

The spymaster's body was a landscape of pleasure and Eris was eager to conquer every inch.

"You're mine," Eris whispered, the words a declaration and a promise. "Tonight, and every night that follows."

The dominance in Eris's voice sent a shiver down Azriel's spine. He knew Eris was a prince, warrior, and in this moment, he was willing to be conquered.

With trembling hands, he reached back, gripping Eris's shoulders, his nails digging in slightly as the prince's tongue worked its magic.

Eris felt Azriel's body tense and release with every stroke, the spymaster's breath hitching and moaning with each caress. His own cock was hard and aching, demanding attention, but Eris was determined to savor every second of this newfound intimacy.

He traced the edge of Azriel's entrance with the tip of his tongue, the taste of him intoxicating.

With a growl of need, Eris stood, his hand guiding his throbbing erection towards Azriel's slickened hole.

He didn't ask for permission, didn't wait for consent; the heat between them was consent enough.

The head of his cock nudged against Azriel's opening, the anticipation almost unbearable. He watched as the spymaster's wings twitched, his knuckles turning white from the grip he had on the log.

Slowly, Eris pushed in, feeling the tightness yield to his intrusion.

Azriel's purring moans grew louder, his body arching as Eris sheathed himself completely.

The feeling of being inside him was unlike anything Eris had ever experienced, a mix of power and vulnerability that shook him to his core.

He paused, his forehead pressed against Azriel's back, their bodies connected in a way that transcended the physical.

Their movements began as a slow, torturous dance, each thrust measured and deliberate.

Eris savored the way Azriel's body clenched around him, the way the spymaster's moans grew more desperate with each pass.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the clearing, a primal symphony of passion and desire.

The scent of arousal hung heavy in the air, mixing with the sweetness of the night-blooming flowers.

As Eris's rhythm grew more urgent, so too did the shadows that coiled around Azriel's body. They slithered upwards, caressing his skin like the darkest of lovers, whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

The shadows grew more solid, more tangible, until they were coiled around his cock, eager to serve their master.

They stroked him in time with Eris's movements, the contrast of cold and warm sending shockwaves through his body.

Eris felt the shadows, the power that was uniquely Azriel's, and his own passion grew in response. He gripped the spymaster's hips tighter, his thrusts becoming more forceful.

The clearing around them seemed to pulse with energy, the very air vibrating with the intensity of their joining.

The night itself seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the moment when they would reach their peak.

The lewd sounds of their union filled the space between them, the slap of skin and the wet suction of Eris claiming Azriel's body.

Eris's eyes were closed, lost in the sensation of being inside the man he had craved for so long. He felt the tension in Azriel's body, the spymaster's muscles tightening around him, urging him deeper, demanding more.

"Yes, Eris," Azriel breathed, his voice thick with pleasure. "More."

Their cries grew louder, echoing through the clearing, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate with the very soul of the forest.

The moon above them was a silent witness to their union, the light casting an erotic tableau of shadows and skin.

The air was charged with the scent of arousal and the musky tang of earth, the sounds of their passion a testament to the depth of their desire.

Eris felt his own release building, the pressure coiling in his balls, demanding release.

His hips slammed into Azriel, his teeth sinking into the spymaster's shoulder as he claimed him fully.

The shadows around them grew more frenzied, the dark energy feeding off their desire. The power of the Night Court spymaster pulsed through Eris, making him feel invincible, like he could conquer the world.

But it was the tremble in Azriel's voice, the desperate, pleading tone that had Eris's heart racing.

He knew he couldn't hold on much longer, the tension too great to bear.

With one final, powerful thrust, Eris felt the warmth of Azriel's climax wash over him, the shadowsinger's body convulsing with the force of it.

The shadows grew darker, more intense, wrapping around them like a living blanket of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"You're so good for me" Eris whispered, his voice hoarse from the cries of ecstasy that had torn from his throat.

The words sent a warmth through Azriel that was far more potent than any aphrodisiac.

Eris felt something shift within him, a barrier crumbling, revealing the raw, unfiltered emotion that had been buried beneath layers of sarcasm and bravado.

"You're everything," Azriel gasped, his voice barely above a whisper.

Their bodies remained connected, the tremors of their shared release slowly subsiding.

Eris leaned over, his chest pressing against Azriel's back, his breathing ragged. He kissed the damp skin of Azriel's neck, feeling the rapid pulse of the spymaster's heart.

The shadows retreated, the energy dissipating into the night as if they had never been there.

For a moment, they simply lay there, the only sound their mingled breaths and the rustle of leaves in the breeze.

Then, with a sigh, Azriel turned over, his eyes meeting Eris's.

The intensity of their gaze was unchanged, the desire still smoldering, but now there was something else - a spark of hope, a glimmer of something softer.

The spymaster reached up, his hand cupping Eris's cheek. His thumb brushed over the prince's lower lip, the gesture tender and intimate.

"You make me feel alive," he murmured, his voice husky, laced with bliss.

Eris's eyes searched Azriel's, the depth of emotion in his gaze unmistakable.

"And you, Azriel, make me feel like I can conquer the stars," he replied, his voice thick with feeling.

Their kiss was gentle this time, a stark contrast to the passionate frenzy of moments before.

It was as if they were discovering each other anew, exploring the tender softness beneath the hardened exteriors they had cultivated.

Eris's hand slid down to Azriel's chest, feeling the steady throb of his heart beneath his fingertips.

The spymaster's hand mirrored his, resting over Eris's own heart, the warmth of their skin a stark contrast to the coolness of the night.

Eris pulled Azriel closer, their foreheads touching, their eyes closed as they savored the feeling of their hearts beating in sync.

The tender kisses that followed were a gentle exploration of each other's bodies, a silent promise of more to come.