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No because SJM in the CHD interview, she said listed every reason why Elain is conflicted about the bond and a bat boy wasnât one of those reasons.
Sheâs not going to be with Azriel. Not even a little bit. And if she breaks the bond, sheâll be with someone else but it wonât be 3 brothers x 3 sisters.
SJM Sapphic Showdown @sjmsapphic - Day 3: Slice of life
Thank you for the request! I took slice of life reallyyyyyyyy literally oops
Word count: <1000
Warnings: grave digging, idolism and religious iconography, oral sex and fingering (elain receiving), does it count as necrophilia if theyâre undead
Elain wiped at the sweat on her brow. She stood in the cemetery clearing surrounded by ash trees, shovel in hand. The full moon illuminated overhead, the only source of light to guide her task.
Holding onto the hilt, the shovel struck the earth againâdirt flew behind Elain. Not much further now.Â
A high-pitched clack reverberated as the shovel made impact again, the blade striking the hard stone buried beneath.Â
Elain cleared more dirt; metal scraped against rock as she revealed the weathered coffin.Â
Elain threw the shovel to the ground and fell to her knees. She brushed at the remaining soil, exposing the ornate carvings. They depict a beautiful maidenâa goddessâthe Morrigan.
Hauling the lid off with dirt-caked hands, Elain heaves, putting her whole weight into her shove. Air whooshes from inside the coffin as the seal breaks.
Power thrums through the dark cemetery as the body within is revealedâas beauteous as the day she was sealed inside. Silky tresses of gold flow from the crown of her head. A luscious mouth painted red like the forbidden fruit. Her eyes are closed; full lashes brush against porcelain cheeks.Â
The Morriganâs eyes fly open, locking onto Elainâs. Magic surges again, and graceful as a swan, she floats to her feet.
âWho frees me from my eternal tomb?â Mor asks.
Elain lowers her head, a small bow of respect. âElain Archeron,â She answers.Â
âAnd what is it you seek? Little lamb.â
âI seek to serve; if Your Grace allows it.â
Mor reaches forward, a gentle finger tipping Elainâs chin up to look at her. âServe you may, Dearest.â
Lips of sin dip down to meet Elainâs, the taste smooth as wine. Morâs tongue laps at the seam of Elainâs mouth. Elain gives herself over to it, her hands tangling in those strands of gold.Â
Their mouths part, Elain pants softly and tilts her head back, granting access to her throat. Mor sucks on the soft skin beneath her ear, and a breathy moan flits from Elain's swollen lips.
âPlease,â Elain whines.
âWho am I to deny such a beauty?â Both hands on Elain's shoulders, Mor pushes her against the towering headstone.Â
She grabs Elainâs wrists, pressing her firmly against the stone, the coolness seeping into her back. Mor dips her head down to kiss the female; she takes her time exploring Elainâs mouth. Her tongue moves unhurried and precise. Elain involuntarily tugs against Mor's grip, writhing under her touch. Mor pulls away, lips glistening. Elain gasps as the weight of her is gone.
Mor falls to her knees on the disturbed earth and hikes up Elainâs skirts, parting her legs; beneath layers of cotton and silk is Elainâs offering to her goddess. With a sinful smirk, Mor rips through the delicate laceâthe undergarments are shredded to ribbons.Â
Mor inhales Elainâs scent, her warmth, before dipping her head down. Mor drinks the sweet honey pooling in her folds, and Elain cries out in pleasure. Mor licks up to the taught bud, nipping softly, and Elain writhes at her teasing.Â
âHold still, lamb, I want to savour this offering.â Mor wraps her hands around Elain's legs, pulling her tight against her mouth. Her tongue pushes deep inside Elain, relishing in the taste of her. Overwhelmed with sensation, Elainâs thighs try to clamp around Morâs head, but Mor holds them firmly.Â
Mor tuts into Elainâs cunt, she hovers just above, breath warm against the slick of her. Mor locks her gaze on the doe-eyed female.Â
Elain clenches around nothing and attempts to grind, desperate to feel some form of friction again. Her eyes are pleading. She whimpers, desperate for more, more, Mor.Â
Her prayers are answered as Mor slips two fingers inside, inching deeper.Â
Slowly. So painfully slowly.
Elain moans loudly as Mor fully sheaths her fingers, palm brushing against Elainâs clit. Mor curls her fingers forward, beckoning. âOh gods,â Elain cries, pure pleasure drowning out all her thoughts.Â
âIâm the only god here,â Mor whispers, pressing firmer with her palm and moving her fingers. She pressed against that sweet spot again, and again, and again.Â
âYes, oh yes,â Elain chants, toes curling.Â
âGood girl, offer yourself to me.â
âOh, Iââ
Mor beckons inside her cunt again, and Elain plummets over that edge.
Waves of bliss roll over her body, again and again.Â
Elainâs breathing slows as the high subsides; like the ebbing of the tide, it falls away from her.Â
Mor pulls out her fingers that are drenched with lust and puts them to Elainâs mouth. Elain sucks deeply, savouring the taste as her goddess shares her gift.
The haze of desire fades with each heavy-lidded blink.
âCome, my dearest,â Mor holds out a hand for Elain to take. She gives her a sly smile. âYou are mine to shepherd now.âÂ
Elain takes Mor's hand in hers, and the goddess and her acolyte walk into the night.
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Okay with Romance week less than a month away I wanted to get practice writing the many couples of SJM!!!
 So pick a prompt and send me a couple. Canon, rare pairs, crack ships. All are welcome! Please be a detail in what you are looking for as you want. I canât guarantee how long they will be I will try to get through all the prompts I am given.
They wonât be posted until the day of the prompt.
I have to confess, I ship Elain and Mor soooo badly after elriel.
The soft yet strong females that remain the light of every room despite their hardships. The two women described as the most beautifulâdark eyed, light haired, curvy baddies. The ability to kill, yet the will to be kind. The femininity flowing out of them like the Sidra. Red lips and rosy lips kissing passionately. Ugh, sign me up for that story!
(Side note: I would sooo be okay with Elain, Mor and Azriel all being together lol. I love themmmm *sigh*)
@morweekofficial DAY 1: GOLD!! Decided to start the week off with a collage of things I associate with Mor, with a gold-leaning theme - including a thread for her future mate, because she deserves one đ
Some random notes -
-I imagine her as being part Turkish and part Irish; I imagine the night court as the Ottoman empire, hence the Turkiye shirt, Lokum, and Ottoman inspired shield and slippers
-The pennant is the Sapphic flag! Taking "I prefer females" at face value, it seems like Mor is homoromantic/bisexual, but as a bi woman myself I have a feeling that was just Sarah's way of euphemising her coming out or making it old timey (the words Lesbian/Bi/Gay don't exist in Prythian so it's not like she could just say that lol). Until we get more info idk exactly what she was intended to be, so for now I'm just calling her sapphic :)