tags: smut, mdni, kissing, oral fem receiving, vaginal sex, talk of future nesriel threesome, biting, fire bondage, hair pulling, Eris is whipped, Nesta is bossy
a/n: written for day 3 of @nerisweek . probably not what was implied by twin flames, but it’s the first thing that came to mind. whoops
summary: What happens when two hotheads have an argument? They have sex, of course.
Nesta stands on the other side of Eris’s desk, her hands braced on the polished wood, every line of her body rigid with fury. “You think I’m just going to obey?” she spits, eyes blazing silver. “That I’ll sit quietly while you scheme and maneuver like every other power-drunk male in this cursed court?”
Eris lounges in his chair, the very picture of infuriating calm. He swirls the amber liquor in his glass as though her rage is nothing more than music for his ears. “Obey? No, Nesta. I think you’ll fight me every step. You can’t be tamed,” he says, voice dripping with resignation.
“Tamed?” Her voice sharpens, silver tongue ready to slice his throat. “I am not one of your hounds.”
“You could have fooled me,” he murmurs, sipping lazily. His amber eyes glitter like fire reflecting off glass. “You keep circling back here, don’t you? Snarling, biting, and yet—always at my heels.”
She clenches her fists, overcome with the urge to strangle him. She leans forward, her voice dropping to a low hiss. “You are insufferable.”
Eris smiles, slow and infuriating. “And you are magnificent when you’re angry.”
Heat spikes through her blood—anger, yes, but threaded with something else. She hates him for it. Hates how his words curl inside her, how his gaze scorches along her skin like fire.
“You twist everything,” she says. “Every word, every truth. You can’t stand not having control.”
The High Lord of Autumn sets his glass down with deliberate care. He rises from the chair, every movement uncoiling with feline precision, until he’s standing across from her. “Control?” he asks softly. “Do you think I control you?”
Nesta doesn’t move, though the fire flickering in the hearth paints him molten and terrible. “You try.”
He narrows his eyes at her and rounds the desk in two strides until his body cages hers against the polished edge. The scent of apple and cinnamon fills her lungs, and his warmth rolls off him like a furnace.
“I try,” Eris repeats, his mouth near her ear. “And yet here you are, my flame, bristling at my side. If I truly had control of you, Nesta Archeron, you wouldn’t look at me like you want to set me on fire.”
Fury lances through her, but her pulse betrays her, hammering too fast, too loud. She tilts her head, meets his gaze, unflinching. “Maybe I do.”
He laughs, dark and dangerous. “Then burn me.”
And then his mouth is on hers.
The kiss is a collision—hard, desperate, all teeth and fury. Nesta snarls into it, shoving him back, but Eris only grips her tighter, one hand fisting in her hair, the other braced against the desk beside her. His tongue flicks against hers, wicked, taunting, and she hates how her body arches into his.
“Arrogant bastard,” she gasps against his mouth, clawing at his shirt.
“Beautiful viper,” he growls, biting at her lip until she moans. “You’ll be the death of me.”
Her laugh is sharp and breathless. “Good.”
He lifts her in a single motion, setting her on the edge of the desk. Papers scatter, an inkpot topples, but neither of them cares. Her thighs part and he steps between them, his hands dragging up her sides, over the curve of her waist, until his thumbs brush the underside of her breasts. Nesta shudders, half from rage, half from want.
“You want this,” he rasps. Not a question.
She grabs his jaw, nails biting into his sharp cheekbones, forcing him to meet her silver-lit stare. “I want you to shut up.”
“Make me,” he dares, and his mouth is hers again.
The desk digs into her back as he presses her down, his body a wall of heat. Her legs lock around his hips, pulling him tighter, and he groans into her mouth. The sound is raw, shattering the mask he wears so carefully. She drinks it in like the finest of wine.
She grips his shirt with both hands, fingers curling between the buttons, and yanks hard enough to send buttons flying, clattering across the floor as the fabric tears open.
“That wasn’t very ladylike,” he tsks, but pulls his shirt off and throws it across the room, nonetheless.
“Good thing I’m not a lady,” she gasps as his lips find her neck, sucking on the spot under her ear that drives her crazy.
He turns her to face the desk, then sears through the ties of her corset, stripping away her dress with the same urgency she’d shown when tearing off his shirt. In one swift motion, he spins her back around to face him. “No, you most certainly are not.”
He pushes her down onto the desk, trailing kisses from her neck, over her breasts, and down her stomach. “You are a divine creature,” he says, words muffled as his lips press into her skin, “sent to us by the gods to punish us all.”
A breathy laugh escapes her. “You think this is punishment?”
He bites her thigh, and she moans, hands searching for something to hold on to. “Of course not. Not being able to fuck you every second of the day is the punishment, and I am the only male who gets rewarded for his patience. Blessed with opportunities like this to worship you.”
Her impatience for his mouth to be where she wants it most reaches a boiling point. “Get on with it then,” she commands. “Do something more useful with that mouth of yours rather than talking.”
Eris lifts his amber eyes to hers, sharp as daggers, before he growls and throws her legs over his shoulders, dropping to his knees.
The first swipe of his tongue between her folds sends her jerking, back arching off the table. Eris growls again, bands of fire wrapping around her thighs and torso to hold her down as his hands spread her open. She knows his fire would never burn her, but she can’t help but gasp when she notices them. Her mind is quickly distracted by his tongue, slowly licking and swirling around her clit, not yet touching it.
Nesta thrashes against the bands, as useless as it is. She tries to reach for his head, planning to grip his hair and force him to lick her where she needs it, but another band of fire wraps around her wrists and pulls them down by her head.
“You intolerable bastard,” she growls.
Eris simply lifts his head to say, “Wrong brother,” before resuming his ministrations.
She’s about to think of another insult when his lips finally wrap around her clit and suck.
She keens, head banging on the desk as she falls back. His long, slender fingers find her entrance and swirl before pushing in. She’s a mess of moans and whimpers as his fingers expertly work her, entering and curling just right.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she whines breathlessly.
To his credit, he listens for once and doesn’t stop. Instead, he picks up the pace, bringing her closer and closer until she climaxes. She cries out, thighs trembling as they try to close on instinct but can’t because of the bands. He still doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow—mouth and fingers assaulting her cunt despite her pleas.
The red flames in the room flare and shift to silver, the fire in the hearth rising so high that the tips of the flames disappear into the chimney.
When she looks down, she can barely see the amber in his irises, his pupils blown wide with lust. It isn’t long before she comes again, whimpering at the overstimulation.
Eris pays her no mind as he licks his fingers clean. He at least has the decency to call back his fire; the bands surrounding her disappearing, allowing her to move.
She doesn’t—too busy catching her breath—but it was a nice thought anyways.
Eris rises from his knees, his pale face glistening with her cum. He merely wipes it off with the back of his hand before undoing the ties of his pants.
Nesta pushes herself up with her elbows, planning to get on her knees for him when he stops her with the click of his tongue.
“As much as I would love having your mouth around my cock, I cannot wait another second to be inside you,” he says.
She smirks, perfectly alright with that, and turns to bend over the desk.
She is plenty wet when he teases her entrance with the tip of his cock. They both moan as he enters, the residual fluttering from her orgasm gripping every inch of cock.
“Mother, spare me,” he says, voice ragged as he slowly thrusts in and out of her.
Nesta looks over her shoulder at him. “Didn’t I tell you to shut up and fuck me?”
That insufferable smirk returns to his face. “As you wish.”
He wraps the ends of her hair around his fist, his other hand grabbing her hip as he slams into her.
A strangled moan escapes her, her face pressing into the desk. The force of his thrusts jolts her, her thighs being squished between him and the desk. It's a bruising pain, different from the sharp sting of him using her hair as reins, but she doesn’t mind. She loves it when it’s hours later and she can still feel him and the marks he’s left on her.
The study fills with the musky scent of their arousal. The flames have returned to their normal reddish-orange for now, but she knows she will lose control of her power again soon.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me, you viper?” Eris asks, his voice slightly drowned out by the sound of his balls slapping against her and the creaking of the desk.
She opens her mouth to respond, but when he begins to pound into her, all she can do is let out a wanton moan.
“You drive me crazy. You have sunk your fangs into me, administered your venom, and now I can never get enough of you,” he says.
He pulls her hair tighter, forcing her to arch toward him. “You are mine,” he growls.
“Yours,” she gasps, her arms trembling as she holds herself up.
“Are you going to come for me? Come all over my cock?” he demands, thrusting harder and faster.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Her eyes roll to the back of her head, mouth falling open.
He lets go of her hip and shoves two fingers into her mouth.
Nesta moans, closing her lips and swirling her tongue around them.
“That’s right,” he groans, “suck on my fingers while I fuck your cunt. I bet you wish you could have two cocks inside you, don’t you?”
“Mhmm,” she hums around his fingers.
“The question is, whose would it be?” he ponders. “You very well can’t clone my cock, so you’d have to choose someone else.”
He removes his fingers from her mouth, maneuvering his hand between her and the desk to rub circles on her clit.
“Fuck, Eris,” she whimpers.
“Would you like my brother to join us? The bastard, not the imbeciles.”
“I–I don’t know.”
“Perhaps not,” he hums. “What about the beast of Spring? Are you into blonds?”
Nesta nearly chokes. “No! Would you just–”
“No, I didn't think so. Oh, I know! The Spymaster,” he grins. “You’d like that big bat’s cock, wouldn’t you?”
Her breath hitches, but she says nothing.
“Cauldron, you’re gripping my cock. You like that?” he asks, rubbing her clit faster. “Tell me, would you prefer his cock in your mouth or cunt? Or maybe both? We’ll have to learn how to take turns, I suppose. He can fuck your mouth while I take your cunt, then after I come inside you he can slip right in and I’ll choke you on my cock.”
She sobs as she comes, nails scratching the wood of the desk, silver fire engulfing her. “Please, please, please,” she chants, the words nearly unintelligible as she cries.
Eris continues to fuck her, her cunt squeezing his cock as her muscles contract. “Fuck yes, Nesta. You are breathtaking. Look at you. A goddess of silver flame bent over my desk. Fuck–” His palm lands beside her head and his teeth bite into her shoulder as he spills his cum inside her. He releases a long, muffled groan, his thrusts losing their rhythm. The papers around the room go up in flames, and the fire in the hearth explodes once more.
He releases her hair as he pulls out of her. He helps Nesta off the desk and walks over to his chair, sitting down and pulling her into his lap. His hands card through her hair, massaging her scalp to relieve the tension from his hold. “We’ll go shower when I can feel my legs again,” he says.
“Okay,” she croaks, nuzzling her head into his neck.
“When were you going to tell me you wanted a threesome?” he asks, the word laced with amusement.
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Kinktober Day 6 - Pet Play - Nesta x Reader x Eris
TW: sexual themes, degradation, praise, cum eating, etc.
word count: 1.84k
A/N: this is literally just filth, i don't apologize for what I wrote when i was ovulating
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The lush carpet beneath your legs soothed the ache of your arms pulled back by the fur-lined cuffs. Your palms started to sweat under Nesta’s piercing glare. She was perched up on the arm of the couch, clad in a maroon skin-tight dress, that you were kneeling next to. She leaned forward and hooked a slender finger against the collar lightly constricting your neck.
The pressure on the collar forced you to arch your neck up to look into her stoney gray eyes. Nesta tilted her head to the side as she took in your nude form kneeling for her. “You look so pretty like this, pet. Ready for us to use you,” your breath shuddered in and out of you, waves of arousal coursing through your body at the praise.
To your right, you heard Eris scoff. You dared a glance at him - still wearing his crisp white button up shirt and brown slacks, his forest green suit jacket laying across the back of his favorite armchair. The High Lord sat in the chair by the fireplace, gripping a glass of Autumn whiskey. His legs were spread out and you could see the firm bulge in his pants, spurred on by watching his wife with their consort.
Nesta’s cold hand grasped your chin and brought your attention back to her. “Ignore him, love. He’s just sour that he doesn’t get to play with you first. Now, come here.” You quickly crawled over to her on your knees. She moved to sit on the couch cushion. Nesta scooted forward to perch on the edge of the cushion. She pulled up her dress to her waist and revealed her glistening cunt to you. You kneeled by her with your face a few inches away from her and looking up into her eyes, obediently waiting for her instructions.
Her palm came down to cup your cheek, “Good job, puppy. You can go ahead, don’t stop until I tell you.” Your heart soared in your chest as you leaned in to lick a stripe up the seam of her pussy before swirling your wet tongue around her clit. The sultry taste of her slick had you dripping onto the carpet.
Nesta let out a raspy moan and pushed your face into her cunt. You made sure to lap at her entrance before going back up to suck on her clit. Her hand tangled in your hair and rocked your face against her. She wrapped her legs around you so you couldn’t move, you would gladly suffocate in her delicious pussy if she allowed you to.
While you were eating her out, she made a point to stare directly at Eris - taunting him. He just stared back at her before downing the rest of his glass. They were locked in a battle of wits, neither willing to look away. He slowly unlaced his pants and pulled out his cock, precum already leaking from the time. Heat radiated from him and sparks flew from the fireplace as he stroked his cock to the sounds of his wife being pleasured.
Nesta’s breaths quickened, “That’s it pup, right there. Let me cum all over that pretty face.” Your tongue sped up as she neared her high. You pushed your tongue into her entrance and Nesta gushed and spilled in your mouth and all over your face.
She stroked your hair, “Thank you, love. So good for me. Now lick up all my cum.”. You immediately dove back into her pussy, licking up every bit of her sweet essence you could find, even licking down to her ass and licking up what spilled onto the couch. The slightly demeaning act didn’t deter you at all.
She lightly tapped your head to signal that you were done. You sat back on your heels as she slid back on the seat and peered down at you. She glanced over at Eris, still stroking his cock in earnest. “Now, go make that pretty mouth useful again and suck his cock. If you do well, I’ll let you cum tonight.” You quickly nodded and looked over to Eris.
He vanished his remaining clothes and motioned you over to him, “Walk over to me, bunny.” You shakily rose up onto your feet and slowly padded over to him, standing between his legs. He took off the cuffs and set them on the side table. His warm hands gripped your waist and ran over your thighs and ass.
One slipped down between your cheeks and he ran his fingers through your folds, making you shiver in his hold. Two fingers slipped into your cunt and collected your arousal on the digits. “You’re fucking soaked, kit. Always so wet for us,” he brought his hand up to his lips and sucked his fingers clean, releasing them with a pop. “Still tastes divine, love. Now kneel for me.”
You dropped down to your knees and scooched closer to him. He smirked and tapped the leaking head of his cock on your lips and let it rest there, testing to see if you could wait until he gave you permission. The shaky breaths from your nose teasing his tip had him shivering in his chair. “Good job, now take a deep breath and relax your throat. I’m not going to be gentle.”
You did what he said and he tapped your jaw once. Your chin dropped down and you let your tongue relax low in your mouth, letting a bit of spit leak from the corner of your lips. “Such a needy mess for my cock.” He braced a hand on the back of your head and slowly eased your lips down onto his cock.
He threw his head back and groaned at the slick, sultry feeling of your mouth. He started to speed up, quickly pushing your head up and down over his member. He lowly growled in pleasure as your tongue ran over a thick vein on the underside of his cock with every stroke.
While you sucked him off, Nesta moved from her spot on the couch. She stripped off her dress and went to lay on the bed, right in Eris’ line of sight. She started playing with her tits and clit as he started to fuck your mouth.
Instead of guiding you down onto him, he used both hands to hold your head still. Eris braced his feet on the floor as he started to thrust up into your throat. It quickly became too much for you and you started tearing up and gagging on your cock.
The feeling of your throat constricting around him turned Eris slightly feral. He aggressively bucked up into you while loudly moaning. “Oh fuck that’s it right there. Let me fuck that tight little throat.” Tears were streaming down your face at this point and you felt light-headed at the lack of oxygen. “Such a slutty puppy. Just a whore for my cock, aren’t you?”
You were so close to cumming just from his words alone. While you thoroughly enjoyed lapping at Nesta’s cunt, you fucking loved letting Eris use your mouth, fucking you out for his pleasure alone.
He suddenly pulled you off his cock and grabbed your face. He leaned over and spit into your open mouth. “I’m going to cum in this pretty little mouth and don’t you dare swallow unless we say.” You stuck your tongue out awaiting his cum as he rapidly jerked off in front of you.
His breaths became uneven and the first spurts of his release shot onto your tongue and the bridge of your nose. He snarled as his orgasm washed over him, “Gods, that’s it. Take all that fucking cum right in that pretty, little mouth for me.” He continued to slowly stroke his cock until he got every last drop on you.
He patted your head approvingly - “Stay here” - before standing and strolling over to Nesta. He smirked at her, “Are you enjoying yourself over here? Touching what’s mine while I fuck her mouth?” His fingers ghosted over her clit before harshly slapping it.
She suddenly hissed, “Ass.”
“I wouldn’t have to be an ass if you would just act correctly and not be bratty. Now lay down and don’t move until I tell you.
Eris turned back to you, “Come here, pup. Give her my cum, show Nes what she could get if she would just behave.” As you walked over to Nesta, Eris spread her legs and quickly shoved his thick cock into her, already hard again.
You leaned over Nesta and kissed her, letting the mix of cum and spit fall from your mouth to hers. Her tongue dipped into your mouth, cleaning it of all of Eris’ cum before swallowing. “Thank you for that, pup. Now come sit on my face so I can give you your reward.” You smiled before hoisting your hips up and over her face, making sure your were facing Eris as he brutally fucked into her.
You gingerly hovered over Nesta’s mouth before she tugged you down to set your weight down on her face. You braced your hands below her breasts as you started whimpering and moaning from her lips wrapping around your clit.
Eris looked into your eyes as he fucked a marginal amount of Nesta’s bratty attitude out of her. “Tell me, little fox - does she feel good? How does it feel to have her moaning into her cunt while I fuck her?” You were already on the verge of cumming and his filthy words were not helping.
“Yes, Daddy. Fuck she feels so good. I wanna cum so hard, can I please cum for you?” Eris smirked at how well they had you trained for them.
“Of course, my love. You’ve been so good for us tonight. Make her cum, Nes.” Nesta forcefully gripped your hips and pulled you even farther down as you canted your hips across her face. The sounds coming from your cunt were absolutely glorious and helped push you over the edge. “Such a good girl, bunny.”
Eris’ attention switched to the female he was pounding into. “You make her feel so good, Nes - fuck - always make her cum so hard for us.” Nesta’s cunt clenched around him and he drove her closer to another orgasm. “Yeah, keep squeezing me just like that baby. Gods your cunt feels amazing, always so perfect for me.”
Nes moaned into your pussy as she continued to lick, quickly overstimulating you. Eris was close and used his full force to buck into Nesta. “Take my cum, love. I’m going to fill both up until you can’t hold anymore.”
Her walls fluttered around him as she came and he spilled his hot cum into her. After taking a few seconds, he slowly pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed next to her. You gingerly clambered off her face to lay down between your High Lord and High Lady as they cuddled their fucked-out puppy to sleep.
Summary: Nesta and Eris married years ago, and the personal handmaid Eris had allocated to Nesta is too pretty for her to not stare
Cw: Nudity, smut, MxFxF, slight temperature play my first time writing smut 18+ MDNI
A/N: Constrictive criticism welcome (pls tell me I did good)
You were a gift to Nesta Archeron-Vanserra the day she married the High Lord of Autumn, Eris Vanserra. You were in charge of taking care of her and helping her get used to being a royal in the Autumn Court. You and Nesta had formed a sort of friendship in the years she had been in your court.
Recently, you had tried your best to ignore the stares Lady Death gave you while you did her hair, the eyes she had fixed to your breasts, tight in your corset, but you could always feel her eyes on you, and every curve on your body.
It was delusional, you told yourself, the High Lady of Autumn would never look at you for longer than necessary, not when she had the High Lord wrapped around her finger since they had gotten married, you felt her stare because you wanted her to.
Nesta's voice called you from her bath while you were setting up some new clothes that Eris had gifted her, blushing a little at the lingerie you were putting away. "y/n?"
You moved quick the second you hear her voice, "My lady, is everything alright?" You pause outside the door, not wanting to walk in while Nesta was bathing.
"Come in, y/n" Nesta's voice called, you looked at the door and decided to open the door, entering.
A deep blush covered your cheeks as you looked at Nesta in all her naked glory, your eyes travelling down her curves, the scent of lavender and her arousal in the air. Your eyes stayed on her curves, her full breasts, soft abs and wide hips calling to you, the way she moved in the tub seemed to taunt you.
She had a smirk on her face as she set her foot on the edge of the tub, throwing a scrub to you which you instantly caught, "I was hoping you could help me."
You pause, eyes snapping back to hers, "Yes. Yeah... Yes, I can, my lady."
You nod, taking a seat at the foot of the tub, you could feel Nesta's cat-like grin as you began scrubbing her leg, as your hand reached her thigh she spread her legs, making you blush harder as she lay bare in front of you. You kept up your work, helping Nesta, helping Nesta do something she liked to do herself.
Your hand glided up her legs, the scent of both your arousals scented the air, but neither of you commented on it. You blushed lightly, a tightness ster in your stomach, heat on your core, feeling her eyes on your cleavage from your dress as you focused on her legs, thighs, hips, and her cunt as she brought down her hands to wash away the soap on her inner thigh.
You swallowed as Nesta got up, and you mindlessly handed her a towel, she thanked you and got out, not before fully brushing against you, her body pressed against yours, "Thank you, gorgeous. For the help." She breathed down your neck, you were sure she grazed her teeth against your pulse point, a feel of something cold, but you were too zoned out to think clearly to know.
Then she left you alone in the bath, probably changing as you stayed near the tub, collecting yourself while your dress had gotten water on it from her body. You looked at yourself in the mirror, maybe you weren't delusional, or maybe you would soon lose your job if Nesta were to tell Eris of what happened. The place still smelled of Nesta's arousal mixed with yours.
You left the bathroom when you were sure Nesta had left to retire to your room in the servant's chambers and when you opened the door, you found Eris already standing near your bed. Your heart dropped, you were about to lose your job. Four hundred years of this very well-paying job as a maid of the Vanserra family, and you were about to lose it over being stupid.
"My lord, I..." You spoke, wanting to defend yourself, but Eris silenced you with a look and inching closer to you, perhaps, your body had given up wanting to keep your job because your arousal flowed again just by the look of fire in his eyes.
"Hush now, sweetheart," Eris brought his slender finger to your lips, a sly fox-like grin on his face as he stalked closer, "Nesta's been talking about you, in ways I wonder if females don't talk of their friends."
You held your breath as he spoke, his fingers traced your cheeks, "I don't really think that females talk of their friend's body in such great detail, nor do they get aroused that the simple thought of fucking them."
"I'm sorry-" Eris covered your mouth with his hand to silence your apology.
"Oh, you're not at fault." Eris chuckled softly, "Not at all, I'm just here with an offer."
"You see, as a good husband, I am quite open to anything my darling wife wishes to try. And she wants you." Eris' hands trailed down the collum of your neck, where a small frostbite in the shape of teeth marks of Nesta's silver flames was forming, his blunt nails digging in slightly to make you gasp. "So, I am here to ask you to join us this evening. If you wish to of course."
Your mind was blank from his proposition, joining your painfully attractive High Lord and Lady, joining Eris and Nesta. You nodded slowly.
"Yeah?" Eris tilted your head up, his hand on your chin, "Use your words, love."
"Yes..." You spoke up, eyes locked with his, "Yes, I would like that."
Eris smiled, "Good, Nesta would be thrilled." He swiftly moved to the door to your room and opened it.
"Oh, and y/n?" He got your attention, "If you don't show up, we understand. If you wish for it to stop, just yell 'red', we won't hold neither of those things against you." With that, he left your room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
You were bare the instant you walked into their chambers, currently bent over their bed with your head in Nesta's breasts, Eris's cock buried deep inside you, your body was covered in hickeys of burns and frostbites from both of them, Eris' cock moved inside of you with such precision it made you whimper with every drag.
"Aww, listen to those pretty whines," Nesta cooed, pressing your face further into her breasts, a couple hickeys from your lips already surrounding them. "Does my husband's cock feel this good, gorgeous?"
You whimper as Eris chuckles over you, his hands feeling your sides, marking you with his burns. "I think it does, right y/n?" He almost taunted as he pulled your hips back against his cock.
"Yes... Yes, my lord-" You moan softly, pushing back into him, your hands moving up Nesta's curves, digging into her breasts and side. Every thrust of Eris' cock made you feel as if you were on fire, a coil forming in your stomach, threatening to snap, his hands dug into your hips, holding you still and he dove into your sweet spot, making you clench hard around him and moan.
Nesta's hand moved between both of your bodies to play with your clit, her cold flames rivalling Eris' warm ones. You gasped softly, biting into Nesta's shoulder as your High lord and lady played with your body.
Hours, it had been hours, that they had you pressed between them, or under one of them. Cumming on their tongues or hands, leaving you panting and whimpering. They had just been between your legs a few moments ago, making out with each other while they ate you out, the thought of it made you shudder between them. You were living one of your wildest dreams with a step in their chambers.
Nesta was the first to kiss you, her elegant fingers dug into your hips, her body cold, opposite to Eris' warm fire. Eris spend most of his time watching Nesta explore your body, drawing orgasm after orgasm before joining in himself again.
Nesta had touched you like you were the most precious doll in the entire court while Eris used your mouth to get off, Nesta's tongue tasting you as your senses were filled with Eris.
"Er..." Your back arched into his cock, bucking forward into Nesta's hand, "Nes... Fuck..."
Nesta kissed your temple, leaving a slight feel of cold off her flames, "Do you still have some energy in you or are you fucked dumb?"
You gasped softly, "I..." You whined, clenching around Eris, "Don't know..." You melted in Nesta as you twitched over her, your orgasm nearing, eyes rolling back.
Eris smirked thrusting in hard, feeling you tightening around him "Are you close, my dear?" Nesta moved her fingers faster around your clit at his words while the other hand played with your breasts.
"M'gonna..." You groan as Nesta sucked on one of your breasts, lips pressed against your nipples, hand playing with the other as Eris kissed your neck, "Wanna cum..." You gasp as Eris increases the pace of his thrusts. "Please,"
"Cum, cum for us, sweetheart." Nesta smiled, tongue dragging up from your breasts to the other side of your neck and your dam broke, your release flooding out. A cry left your lips, a cry that got muffled by Nesta's tongue.
You were in peaceful limbo, ears ringing as you came on Eris' cock, Nest's hand still stroking your clit, tears fell from your eyes as their names and titles were nothing short of deity on your lips.
"You want my cum, gorgeous?" Eris grunted in your ear, his thrusts were still deep but uneven, and before you could manage a little nod, he spilt inside you, pressing his hand down on your lower back to make you arch hard. Nesta stoked over your stomach as he filled you with his cum the warmth of his cum settling in you, like fire in your abdomen. His ragged breaths calmed as he chuckled.
Eris pulled out of you, stroking your sides softly as you breathed heavily, watching his cum leak out of your cunt, his hands held your thighs, spreading you for his eyes, his hands heating your skin, "So beautiful, little maid." He whispered as Nesta pushed her fingers inside of your empty cunt, pushing his cum back inside, cooing words of encouragement in your ear as your head was dropped on her shoulder.
"Well, I have duties to attend to," He looked up, leaning down to give his wife a gentle kiss, followed by a kiss to your shoulder, "You two females enjoy yourselves."
Neither of you said goodbye to him as Nesta began to thrust her fingers in and out of your cunt, kissing you, her tongue thrusting in your mouth. "I'll take that as my leave." Eris rolled his eyes rather playfully as he entered his bath to tidy himself up.
Nesta flipped you over, pressing you under her, "Now where were we?" Nesta smirked as you looked up at her, your brain mushy, fucked dumb, as Nesta had put it.
A chuckle left your lips as Nesta kissed and licked down your bare body, biting at places that weren't already covered, reaching your cunt she spread your folds, giving soft licks to your cunt cleaning you of Eris' cum, moaning at the taste of you are Eris combined. "I bet I can fit my entire hand in your pretty little cunt now." Nesta whispered, sucking your clit to get a reaction out of you. "Or maybe I should sit on your pretty face."
"Please... Please, yes." You thrust your hips against her lips with a moan, ready for anything your High Lady wished to give you.
Summary// You have been playing a dangerous game for the last month. It started with harmless flirting between Nesta and Eris, never veering too close to the sun, until one night during an Autumn Court ball, you realize not only that you were not playing the game alone but that you had just lost.
(First ACOTAR fic in a while and I am SO PUMPED. 4,720 words later and here it is! I love Nesta, I love Eris, I want them both to rail me simultaneously so this was a very self-indulgent fic. Thank you to the like-minded anon who requested this I love you <3 Enjoy!)
WARNINGS: Smut, 18+, Spanking, Cum Eating, Dom/Sub, Overstimulation
The invitation to the ball had been no surprise to you. Eris had been boasting about it for weeks, claiming in his letters that it would bring about a new era of the Autumn Court. You had rushed to tell your High Lord, Helion, who was already planning to attend after receiving his invitation from the Lady of Autumn.
You had given him a curious look, raising an eyebrow, and he quickly turned that look around on you by asking why Eris Vanserra had sent you an invite. Helion smirked when you fumbled for an excuse and left to prepare, warning you not to play too close with fire as the door slammed shut behind you.
He had very little idea of just how close you were to getting burned by not only Eris but someone else, someone who you would argue would be even more dangerous if pissed off.
Nesta Archeron.
When you met her, you already had somewhat of a flirting relationship with Eris, but you couldn’t resist her temptation. She was an enigma, a storm in the middle of the ocean that only the bravest sailors would dare to tread. Or the dumbest of ones. Which category did you fall in? You weren’t sure, but you knew from the moment she gave you an ounce of attention that she had you hook, line, and sinker.
Just like Eris. The two of them were so similar in their actions and words. How could you not fall for both? Each one could easily make you feel like you were the only person to exist, each one giving you exactly what you needed. You had been trying to make sure you never got too close with either, not wanting to go too deep in fear of hurting one, but that line was getting blurrier by the day.
Even now, as the day of the ball finally had come, you were reading over a letter from Nesta asking if you were available tonight. It hurt to tell her no but you had already agreed to this ball with Eris. Your heart felt like it was being torn in two as both seemed to be demanding your attention more and more over the last few weeks.
You needed to make a choice. You could string them along no longer, as it would only break everyone’s heart. But which would you choose?
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The imposing architecture of the Forest House sends a chill down your spine as you step out into the chilly air, following your High Lord as the rest of your group falls in line beside you. Your stomach had been in knots the entire ride over here, and it only seemed to get worse the further you went into the building.
Laughter and music echo around the halls as you stop in front of the grand mahogany doors of the ballroom. The smell of a feast made your mouth water as you made sure your outfit was perfect, knowing Eris was waiting for your appearance.
Tonight, you will have to decide which fae you want to court, but for now, as the doors open and the warm lights of the room welcome you, you are going to enjoy the peace while it lasts.
Helion walks in first, greeting everyone with a warm smile and a wave before he goes off in search of his Lady. You follow swiftly, nodding to the servants as you scan the room for the red-haired male. It only takes you a moment to spot him, standing by the throne with his crown atop his head, but who you see beside him makes you falter.
And the peace you entered with shatters.
Nesta turns her head to look in your direction, her smile dangerous as she gingerly taps Eris on his shoulder and nods towards you. He smirks, amber eyes matching the tone of Nesta’s smile as he raises his head in greeting.
Fuck.
You immediately turn around, hoping Helion is miraculously waiting for you, only to find him still engrossed in his conversation with the Lady of Autumn. The tightness in your chest continues to grow as you spin back around, looking for anyone or anything that could buy you time to escape, until you realize Nesta is heading straight towards you.
“Why, dove, you look as if you’ve seen a ghost.” Her voice is sickly sweet as she grabs your arms, turning you so that she is now blocking the exit. Damn it. “Are you feeling alright?”
“I’m-” Your voice cracks, and you flush in embarrassment, clearing your throat and straightening your spine as you try again. “I’m alright, Nes. I just got a little dizzy. I did not know you would be here tonight. When you wrote me, I assumed you had other plans.”
She smiles again, her eyes dancing with amusement as you refuse to hold her gaze. “I did, but they fell through, so I tagged along with the rest of the Court. However, I don’t recall you mentioning anything about a ball in your rejection.”
The pounding of your heart seems to drown out the music as you fumble for an excuse, frowning. “It was a last-minute thing, Nesta. I am so sorry. Of course I would have invited you if I had-”
“Known?” A sweet, sardonic voice repeats behind you. “You’ve known about this event for weeks now, pet.”
Dread pours over you like cold water as you turn to look up at Eris, dressed in his finest suit, while he looks down at you with the faintest hint of a smile. You swallow, mouth suddenly dry, as you realize you are now stuck between the two sides of your indecisive heart.
“I…” You trail off, looking between the two of them. “I didn’t realize you two knew each other this well.”
“Oh, we just recently started getting closer.” Nesta waves her hand dismissively, taking a sip of her wine. “Isn’t that right, Eris?”
“Yes, we found out we both had something very similar in common.” He agrees, handing you your own goblet, which you down without a moment's hesitation. “It seems we are being played by the same woman. Someone’s been bad.”
You choke on the wine, covering your mouth as your eyebrows raise to the top of your head. “Played? What do you mean played?” Your voice is bordering on hysterical. This is not how you wanted things to play out.
Suddenly, an icy, soft hand grips your chin and turns you until you look into Nesta's steel-blue eyes. “Do you think us stupid, dove? That we wouldn’t figure out your little game?” She frowns and it breaks your heart, your mouth flying open to explain before your brain can tell you to shut up.
“It wasn’t a game!” You protest, shaking your head vehemently. “I-I swear it was never a game. Not between us,” You say, looking at Nesta before turning to Eris. “Nor us. I didn’t mean for this to get out of hand, for anyone to get hurt, I just-”
“Just what, pet?” Eris cocks his head, his jaw clenching.
“I couldn’t choose between the two of you. You are both so similar and yet so different. I met you,” You gesture towards the High Lord of Autumn, smiling wistfully. “And you swept me off my feet with your sarcasm and wit…and then I met Nesta, who did the same, only with her passion and fury. I wanted you both. I still do, and I know that is impossible, that you must hate me, and I understand.”
The shame you feel for stringing them both along threatens to swallow you whole as they share a look over your head, one that you miss due to keeping your eyes on the floor until their mocking laughter makes you jump and look up in surprise.
“Look at her face, Eris,” Nesta coos, stroking a hand down your bare arm. “She looks as if she is about to burst into tears.”
“As she should. It might teach her a lesson in being greedy.” He responds darkly, seizing your wrist and pulling you into his chest. “You have been very bad, pet. Very bad and very greedy.”
Your face must give away your confusion as you blink blankly at the redhead, trying to figure out if this is a game or if you are about to be called out in front of the entire room. What were they doing?
Nesta’s slender frame presses up against your back as you feel her lips ghost against the shell of your ear, sending a pleasurable thrill down your spine as she whispers, “Go upstairs to Eris’s room. You know which one. And when you arrive, we want you to strip down and kneel by the edge of the bed.”
We?
You lick your lips, trying to form a sentence until you give up and mutter the only word that matters. “We?”
“Yes. We.” Eris confirms, a sinful smile on his red lips as he releases you all at once. You stumble back, barely catching yourself before you fall on your ass and look between the two of them. “Go.”
It wasn’t a request. It was an order. One that Nesta was nodding along with. You turn and leave numbly, going over the whiplash of conversation that just happened, and it doesn’t hit you until you get to the stairs of what this meant.
They knew you were talking to them both. They knew you couldn’t choose. They had planned this. It wasn’t anger or sadness in their voices that you thought you heard…it was lust. And power. You had played right into their hands.
And you were excited.
“I’m in way over my head…” You shake your head as you ascend the stairs and take the familiar route to Eris’s room. Time seems to slow as you arrive at the ornate door and slowly turn the brass knob, your fingers slightly trembling as you push the door open and peek inside.
The room itself looks as it always has. A large four-poster bed against the back wall decorated with warm browns and vivid reds, a large fur pelt blanket at the end. His grand wooden desk was against the other wall, close to the fireplace, with a tall, plush chair directed towards the bed.
As you scan the room, you almost miss it, the candlelight catching the array of objects that one of the two had laid out on the bedside table before you had arrived. You take a tentative step forward, mouth opening in shock as you see various ropes, paddles, and other things that make your skin flush and cunt clench.
What were they going to do to you?
You snap out of your thoughts when you hear heels clicking down the hall. Realizing you hadn’t followed instructions, you make quick work of your dress and underwear. The clothes fall haphazardly to the floor, and you barely kick them out of the way and kneel before Nesta opens the door.
“Hmm.” She hums, shutting the door behind her as she walks across the room. You clench your fists on your thighs, resisting the urge to look until two fingers find your chin and tilt it up. “You listen well, dove.”
The praise makes you shiver, your eyelids fluttering while she watches you for a moment longer before releasing your chin. You make a small sound in your throat but one sharp glare from her silences you.
“Don’t pout. This is your own doing.” She chastises you, removing her long, silver gloves and draping herself across the chair you noticed earlier. “You will accept everything we give you with a ‘Thank you,” do you understand?”
“Yes.” You answer immediately, jumping when you hear the door open again. Eris’s tall shadow envelopes the entrance as he turns to lock the three of you inside, his gloves already removed as he lays them across the nightstand.
“She was ready when you came in?” He asks over his shoulder, ignoring your existence as he removes his coat jacket. Nesta nods, shifting in her seat as the High Lord smirks and grabs your face roughly. “What’s your safeword?”
“I, um,” You falter, shying away from his gaze as you rack your brain. “Suriel.”
Nesta snorts but doesn’t say anything else as Eris grabs your arm and hauls you off, shoving you toward her. She catches you easily, positioning you to lay across her lap. “Stay still, little love. This is your first punishment.”
“First?!” Your voice is shrill as you struggle briefly, craning your neck to the side to watch as Eris considers which instrument to use on you. “How many am I getting?”
“However many we feel you deserve.” Eris snaps, grabbing a paddle and placing it in Nesta’s awaiting hand. “You think we would just let out off easy, pet? That we wouldn’t feel hurt about what you were doing?”
“I didn’t mean to-ah!” A shriek tears itself out of your lips as Nesta lands a sharp smack across your bare ass. The sting makes you wriggle, your nails digging into your palms as another two slaps follow in quick succession.
“No excuses.” She hisses into your ear, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling until you are facing her again. “Show us your apology by giving this to us, by submitting to us, and we might forgive you.”
Your eyes search her face, looking for any deception, before you nod and bow your head. You care for them both, love them both, and you would do anything to be in their good graces again.
“Okay…” You murmur, eyes squeezing shut when she delivers another blow of the paddle.
“What do you say, dove?” Her voice is teasing again, and despite the pain, you feel the first trickles of pleasure flow through your body at her nickname for you.
“Thank you!” You gasp out, tears starting to form in your eyes.
They share another look over your head while Nesta rubs a soothing hand over your red cheeks, a reward for being good. You freeze momentarily when you feel another hand join, this one larger and calloused, but you feel it dip between your folds before you can look.
Eris kneels next to you as he runs the tip of his finger through your pussy, feeling the wetness that is only growing as he coos mockingly, “I knew you’d enjoy this, pet. Was this your plan all along? Did you want to be punished?”
Before you can shake your head, Nesta gives you another spank, only this time, as it lands, Eris harshly shoves two fingers inside of you and crooks them. The sensation is dizzying, and you can’t stop your hips from pushing up in search of more of it.
Their chuckles fill your mind as they work your body expertly, giving you both pain and pleasure. You can feel Nesta shift again in her seat and your mouth waters as you imagine how wet she must be. Eris scissors your cunt and strokes your walls, his face heating up with desire at all the sounds you are making.
It takes only two more blows before they’ve had enough of the game. Eris pulls you off of her, forcing you to be on your hands and knees as he admires you from behind. You blush, feeling his hands groping your ass until your attention draws back to Nesta as she begins to undo the laces of her dress.
“Holy hells…” You whisper as the fabric falls and pools at her feet, the candlelight giving her an ethereal glow as she stands before you. “Nesta, you are so beautiful.”
“Such pretty words,” She smiles, reclaiming her seat on the chair before spreading her legs so you could see her glistening cunt. “But I can think of other things I want your mouth to be doing.”
You lick your lips subconsciously, looking back to Eris, who also seems captivated by her beauty until he feels your eyes and nods. “Go on, pet, show her how talented your tongue is.”
No further encouragement is needed as you crawl towards her, rising so that you can bury your face between her thighs. One of her hands immediately falls to grasp your hair while the other grips the fabric of the couch. Your tongue greedily laps up her juices, moaning at the taste as the rustle of fabric behind you has your ears perking.
“How does it feel, Nesta?” Eris asks huskily, folding his clothes and putting them aside before returning to his spot behind you. “Is she showing you how sorry she is?”
“Oh, yes,” She gasps, her hips grinding against your face as you continue to eat her out. “You’ve trained her well. I could almost get over you having her first. Almost.”
She emphasizes the last word by giving a sharp yank to your hair, enjoying the cry of pain you give before she pushes your head back down. You feel emboldened to make it up to her, to make her feel good, and you use the tip of your tongue to flick over her hard clit. This causes her to moan louder, and you smile, doing it over and over again.
You’re so busy focusing on Nesta’s pleasure that you forget Eris is behind you. However, he is quick to remedy that as you feel the head of his cock bump against your entrance. It takes you by surprise, but you instantly push your hips back, silently begging him to fuck you.
A low growl comes from his chest as he lines himself up and thrusts all the way into you with one rough shove. The stretch is painful and burning but you can’t find it in you to care.
“Fuck!” You moan into Nesta’s cunt, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as Eris starts a brutal pace. Every thrust pushes you further into her, the entire bottom half of your face covered in her wetness as her cries grow louder.
Eris’s hands come to grip your hips to hold you steady, the sound of his balls slapping against your sex making you shiver as he lands a sharp smack on your ass. You whimper, enjoying the pain, and he does it again. And again. And again.
“Take it, little whore,” He grunts, long hair falling into his eyes as he fucks you deep. “Cry for us, scream for us, let everyone in the hall hear how pretty you sound when you’re getting ruined.”
Nesta’s thighs start to tremble as you do exactly as he instructs, her nails digging into your scalp as she starts to rut against your face desperately. You can feel your orgasm building from Eris hitting your sweet spot, but before you can cling to that feeling, you hear Nesta scream out your name, her cum flooding your mouth as she holds you against her pussy.
You lap at her like a kitten with cream, opening your eyes to watch her face contort in pleasure. The vision of her coming undone by your tongue is one you ingrain into your memory. After a few seconds, she relaxes and lifts you by the hair again, tilting your head left and right to see the mess she’s made of you. You smile at her, proud of your state, until Eris rips another moan out of you that makes your eyes screw shut.
“Right there, Eris, gods-” You groan, looking back to watch him disappear into your tight hole. “I’m close.”
The coil in your stomach was tightening by the second but just as your vision gets fuzzy, the High Lord pulls out with a hiss. You couldn’t stop the whine even if you wanted to, pleas falling from your lips for more.
It falls on deaf ears as Nesta shoves you off of her, making you fall backward onto your sore ass. You hiss, frowning, until Eris seizes your shoulders and turns you around to face him. He is standing now, fully naked, with his large, glistening cock hanging right in front of your face.
Whatever words you were about to say die in your throat as you swallow, your breathing growing shallow as you glance from his dick to his face. He’s got his signature scowl, and one eyebrow raises as he waits for you to do what you already know he wants.
You raise your hand tentatively, grasping his cock and giving it a small stroke. Eris’s hips follow your motion, and you repeat it, rising to your knees so that you can move more easily. He allows you a few seconds before he grabs the back of your head, his other hand grabbing his cock.
“Open for me, pet. Stick out your tongue.” He orders, smiling with his teeth when you follow obediently. You gaze up at him through your lashes as he slaps the head on your tongue a few times, smearing your own wetness over your mouth and cheek. “Such a good, obedient girl.”
“Mmmph!” You moan, swirling your tongue over the tip before he shoves himself inside you without warning. Instinctively, you gag, your eyes watering as he pulls out all the way and does it over and over again. You have to brace your hands on his thighs to steady yourself as he fucks your throat just like he fucked your cunt.
Just as you feel like you’ve got it down, two hands roam over your shoulders and down your chest, cupping your breasts. Nesta’s scent surrounds you as she presses herself against you, toying with your nipples as she coos, “You look so pretty with his cock in your mouth, little dove. You were made for this.”
Eris continues his assault on your mouth as Nesta works your body with her fingers, her lips trailing down your neck and over your ear while one of her hands drops to your sopping pussy. She brushes against your clit teasingly, and you moan around his cock, your hole clenching on nothing as she repeats the action agonizingly slow.
“So desperate for us,” Eris growls, his hips beginning to stutter as he feels his orgasm rising from his spine. “Fuck, I’m going to cum in that filthy mouth of yours, and you are going to hold it. Understand?”
You try to nod, tears falling down your cheek as Nesta’s fingers speed up in time with Eris’s thrusts. She moves from your clit to push three long, slender fingers inside of you. In seconds she’s curling them to hit the spot, making you see stars just as Eris throws his head back and cums with a low groan of your name.
His seed coats your mouth, and you do your best to hold it in, feeling some of it leak out the corners of your mouth from just how much he cums. It’s tangy and musky, but you love how nicely it mixes with Nesta’s taste. Eris slows his pumping and gingerly pulls out, though he remains hard, lifting your chin to make sure you followed his directions.
However, you can’t focus for long as Nesta nips your shoulder playfully, reminding you of her presence. You allow your head to fall back as she continues to fuck you with her hand, rolling your hips as you feel your orgasm build for the second time that night.
Everything in you wants to cry out, to scream for more, but you know you can’t. You didn’t want to upset Eris more, but gods, Nesta’s fingers were heaven-sent. Just a little more, and you would….
She pulls them out just as you teeter to the edge, ripping your orgasm away with a cruel laugh. You sob, bucking your hips like a bitch in heat as you try to hold the feeling, but it’s no use. Instead, she kisses you fiercely and uses her tongue to scoop up Eris’s cum.
The action makes you shiver, and she pulls back so you can watch her swallow it, her eyes flicking to Eris, who’s smirking at her. A thought crosses your mind briefly of the two of them ravishing each other in a battle for dominance, a sight you would give anything to see.
Tonight was not that night, unfortunately, as a pair of strong arms lifted you and all but tossed you on the bed. You bounce, barely catching yourself before Eris is pulling you by the ankles until your ass is almost dangling off the bed. Nesta appears to the side of you, and looking at both of their expressions, you know your punishment is not over.
“Beg for it. For us.” Eris demands, his hand dipping down to begin to rub your clit again. You were already so sensitive that even that small action had you getting close, but Nesta held your hips down, her eyes glaring down at you.
“Do it, dove. Beg for mercy. Beg for us to use your body, to fuck you stupid.” She snarls, twisting your nipples until your back arches, and you sob again. “Be a good girl and beg.”
You gasp, staring at them as the last shreds of your dignity disappear into thin air. “Please, please, use me!” You squeal, heart racing. “Let me cum, please, I’ve been so good. I’m so sorry! I’ll be a good girl, I promise, just-” You swallow, your throat constricting from the overstimulation. “I wanna cum, I wanna be good, please let me.”
There were a few moments where you thought they would continue their torture, continue taking joy in your pain, but all at once, they pull back, and the entire mood shifts. Nesta maneuvers until your head is in her lap, her voice soothing as Eris smiles down at you and begins to kiss your inner thighs softly.
Your whole body is shaking as he takes your clit into his mouth, sucking, before moving down to tongue at your cunt. Both of your hands fist into the bedsheet as you slowly start to roll your hips, your mind buzzing as Nesta plays with your tits again. The combination of both of them makes you feel a bliss you’ve never felt. If you died right now, you’d be happy.
It doesn’t take long to bring you to the edge as Eris’s tongue fucks you. Your soft moans turn to whimpers, the only warning they get before your body seizes and you arch off the bed. Nesta talks you through it, telling you how good you were for them, while Eris drinks everything you give him.
He pulls away when you start to squirm, not wanting to overwhelm you anymore. He and Nesta share a look as she pulls you further into the bed, shushing you as you mumble out another apology.
“It’s okay, dove, you’re okay,” She soothes, brushing your hair out of your face. “You did so well for us. You were so good.”
A warm, wet something is felt between your legs, and you barely open your eyes to see Eris wiping you down, making sure to be gentle before he tosses it to the side and crawls to your other side.
“We could never stay mad at you, pet, not when you give us this.” He smiles, kissing your temple. “Sleep now. We’ll talk in the morning.”
You nod, nuzzling into Nesta’s bare chest while moving your arm to touch Eris as well. They both smile and rest against you, content. Tomorrow would bring new challenges and conversations, but tonight, you all could bask in each other and your shared bliss.
Neris fucking you while your zoned out trying to have mind conversations with rhys and you have to carefully block him out an manage talking to him which Nesta plays with your clit and eris fucks you from behind 😳
Sometimes my mind goes places and returns with gifts
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You bit your lip hard enough to nearly draw blood, legs trembling as you clung to the desk. Rhys’s voice droned on in your head, discussing strategies for the next meeting with the Hewn City. Normally, you’d be present and focused for a conversation with the High Lord — except this time, you were presented with two distractions in the form of a red haired male and a smirking female. Eris’s hands gripped your hips firmly, his cock pounding in and out of you, making your body shake against the desk you were bent over.
Beside you, Nesta was pressing kisses up your spine and neck, a slender finger playing with your clit. Her plump lips were drawn up in a smug smile as she watched you tremble.
Did you hear what I just said? Rhys said, confusion lacing his voice. You felt a brush of darkness against your shields, gently requesting more access.
Yes, sorry, you said back, keeping the thoughts of Nesta and Eris as far from this conversation as possible.
As the High Lord continued, you fought with every ounce of strength to block him out. Eris snickered behind you, the force of his hard thrusts shaking the table. “Pay attention, sweetheart,” Eris said. “Don’t want Rhys to know what’s distracting you, do we?”
“How embarrassing would that be?” Nesta purred in your ear, adding more pressure to your clit. “For Rhys to find out his good little advisor just crumbles beneath our touch, letting us use her as our own toy whenever we please? Best focus, darling. Or else we’ll stop.”
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Lawyer AU where Eris and Nesta used to be rivals before she got married and decided to leave the field. But now she is divorced and determined to return to the legal field, even if it means working with Eris, not against him.
“You’re insane,” Gwyn and Emerie yelled simultaneously at her during their group call.
Nesta only rolled her eyes in response and glanced back at the mirror. The dress fit her perfectly—she knew it—but seeing herself in a designer gown that many girls would kill for? No, thank you. Nesta Archeron didn’t wear designer dresses to gala dinners. When was the last time she even attended gala evening?
“Nesta Archeron, you will wear that dress!” Emerie declared in a mock-threatening tone. Nesta considered threatening to end the call, but knowing Emerie, she’d probably show up at her house and force her to wear the dress to tomorrow’s dinner.
“We spent hours finding a dress, and now you’ve got something crafted by a goddess herself—you can’t just refuse to wear it,” Gwyn chimed in as the voice of reason.
Despite the slight discomfort of wearing such an expensive garment, Nesta knew Gwyn was right. She had no choice but to wear the dress. And this wasn’t just any choice; it was a divine gift considering how perfectly it fit her.
The fabric, soft to the touch, clung to her body and accentuated all the right curves. The silver embroidery on the black fabric resembled elegant flames, perfectly completing the look.
“I’ll bring you my heels,” Gwyn declared. “They’ll match perfectly with that dress!”
Her voice was filled with admiration and excitement. She could’ve been bouncing with joy if not for the exhaustion from the hours of unsuccessful shopping earlier. Emerie, too, was staring at the phone screen, admiring the dress. Nesta only pretended not to enjoy all the fuss.
The truth? She was just as awed by Aurora’s work. If they ever met in person, Nesta would likely die on the spot from how incredible the woman was. While she hadn’t been a fan of Eris in the past—and was still ready to kill him over this whole dress situation—Aurora Vanserra was someone Nesta admired deeply.
At her law school graduation, Nesta hadn’t seen either of her parents. But Aurora had been there and insisted they go out to dinner together. Eris had protested—or at least it seemed that way, though she couldn’t remember for sure.
It had been an unexpected turn at the time. Despite knowing her mother wouldn’t show up—believing Nesta’s intellect and ambition scared off any “proper match”—Nesta had hoped her mother would set aside her principles to attend.
She hadn’t. Her mother spent that day on a cruise with the wealthy elite, probably letting them flirt with her while forgetting she had a husband and children. Whatever. Nesta wasn’t going to let that woman disappoint her more than she already had.
As for her father… Nesta never believed he loved her, or at least considered her worthy of his time. She wouldn’t have been surprised if he skipped her graduation just to build a massive Lego ship.
Her sisters were in other cities, both playing at independence from their parents. Elain was stubbornly proving she wasn’t just “a pretty airhead,” as their mother believed, nor a sheltered child, as everyone else thought. Elain’s rebellion was impressive—even Nesta admitted that—but it meant she couldn’t afford a plane ticket. Nesta didn’t even ask her to come. Feyre, meanwhile, was in college, meeting new people and going on a hike with her friends.
So Nesta had planned to spend her graduation alone, perhaps with an expensive bottle of wine someone had secretly gifted her for her birthday that year. But there she was, chatting with Eris’s mother, while Eris’s younger brother Lucien teased him, calling him a nerd before running off to avoid retribution. During their conversation, Aurora had called her wonderful several times, though Nesta was sure Aurora had reason to think poorly of her based on what Eris could’ve told her.
Then Aurora asked where her parents were so she could finally meet them. Nesta tried to brush it off, but Aurora pressed, and she had to admit no one had come.
“That’s horrible!” Aurora exclaimed, throwing up her hands and shaking her head. “Unacceptable, sweetheart,” she added gently, placing a hand on Nesta’s shoulder.
Aurora glanced briefly at her sons, who were still horsing around nearby. Lucien was getting a well-deserved scolding from Eris, who only laughed at his younger brother’s helplessness. Aurora shook her head, muttering, “Boys.”
“You’re coming with us,” she declared.
Nesta blinked, startled, and looked at her in surprise.
“Yes, yes, don’t look so shocked,” Aurora laughed softly. “We’re going to dinner at Oleana—a table for four. You’re more than welcome to join us, dear.”
Her smile was so warm that Nesta felt a stinging in her eyes. She blinked quickly, unwilling to let Aurora notice.
“I… If you’re sure it won’t…” she began hesitantly.
“No, no, no, don’t even think that,” Aurora insisted, shaking her head. “I absolutely insist. I need to know what my son has been up to during law school, and I need a reliable source. Eris is too secretive,” she said, rolling her eyes.
Nesta laughed, glancing at Eris, who abruptly turned away as if avoiding her gaze.
And she agreed. Not that there was much choice—between Aurora’s kind company and a lonely, depressive semi-drunken dinner at her apartment, the decision was clear.
That evening, Nesta had a wonderful time, bonding with Aurora to Eris’s dismay. He spent the entire evening staring at her, to the point that even little Lucien commented on it. Nesta assumed he didn’t like sharing the evening with both her and his mother—or how many embarrassing childhood stories Aurora managed to recall and share. But she laughed so much that night that Eris’s grumpiness faded into the background.
Back in the present, Emerie’s voice brought her out of her thoughts.
“Nesta, if I don’t see a picture of you in that dress, wearing Gwyn’s heels and your best jewelry, in the group chat tomorrow, I will come and make you wear it myself!”
“Very convincing,” Nesta muttered, shaking her head.
“I’ll bring the shoes tomorrow. Don’t even think about saying no!” Gwyn added cheerfully. “Oops, I’ve got morning service. Gotta go—goodnight!”
“Goodnight,” both Emerie and Nesta replied, exchanging farewells before ending the call.
In the quiet of her bedroom, Nesta set down her phone and looked back at the full-length mirror in front of her. She looked… different. This wasn’t Nesta Archeron, the failed divorcée who couldn’t manage her children and lost seven years of her career over a man who ultimately didn’t care about her.
No, this was someone else. Elegant, composed, with the same icy stare, now softened by her appearance.
The reflection stared back at her, embodying who she could have been.
Nesta sighed, knowing regrets wouldn’t help. Reaching for the dress’s zipper, she unfastened it and let the fabric slide off her body. She hung it carefully in the closet before getting into bed.
The next day, Gwyn brought the heels, and Feyre arrived later, offering to take the girls to her place. Initially, Nesta hesitated. She wasn’t a fan of the idea of her daughters staying in the same house as Rhysand—not that he’d harm them; she knew that. But they hated each other, and Nesta preferred to keep him as far from her family as possible. Even though she failed that task already with Feyre.
However, Feyre assured her that Rhysand was out of town for a business meeting, and Nesta immediately agreed to entrust the children to her sister.
Feyre arrived in the afternoon and insisted on helping her with makeup—a skill Feyre excelled at. Nesta trusted her completely when it came to getting ready. Dressed in the gown, Nesta looked at herself in the mirror again. She still didn’t feel entirely like herself in it. But there was no time to linger on those thoughts. She walked into the living room, where Astrid sat in her usual spot on the couch, reading a princess book, and Feyre was laying out makeup on the coffee table.
Looking up and seeing her, Feyre widened her eyes, her mouth dropping open. “Damn, sis, if I’d known lawyers made this much money…”
Nesta laughed, sitting on the edge of the couch next to Astrid.
Astrid, engrossed in her book, looked up and gasped before smiling so brightly it made Nesta’s chest tighten.
“Mom, you’re so beautiful!” she exclaimed with genuine childish wonder, erasing any doubts Nesta had about the dress.
“Your mom is very beautiful,” Feyre agreed.
***
Eris arrived in a limousine. He would have liked to say it was solely to emphasize his status upon arriving at the event, but part of him knew it was fueled by a selfish, secretive desire. Nevertheless, he stood leaning against the limousine, waiting for Nesta, who was due to appear any moment now.
He impatiently glanced at his wristwatch, waiting for her to emerge from her building. And when she did… his breath hitched. Nesta wasn’t just beautiful; she was so breathtakingly exquisite that, for a moment, Eris forgot how to breathe. The streetlights caught the shimmer of her dress, highlighting every elegant curve and deliberate step she took toward him. She looked like something out of a dream, and for the first time in years, Eris felt entirely out of his depth.
Nesta paused, her hands smoothing the sides of her dress. She caught his gaze, and something flickered in her eyes—something uncertain, almost vulnerable. Eris straightened instinctively, pulling himself together, and pushed off the limousine. His casual pose vanished as though he had been caught off guard, which, in truth, he had. The sharp wit he prided himself on was nowhere to be found as he simply stood there, dumbfounded, while she closed the distance between them.
"You clean up well," she said when she reached him, her tone casual, though her cheeks had the faintest hint of color.
Eris chuckled. "I was about to say the same thing. Though I think ‘well’ might be the understatement of the century."
For a moment, Eris felt like a schoolboy who had invited the most popular girl to prom—a foreign sensation, considering he hadn’t been nervous even on his own prom night. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Nesta. For a second, he regretted ever deciding to send her that dress—it was a straight path to self-destruction because there was no chance he could stop thinking about her tonight. Or, well, ever.
“Are you just going to stand there gawking?” Nesta asked, her voice as sharp as the heels clicking against the pavement, though her lips curled slightly into a smile. She had clearly recovered from the initial awkwardness Eris had noticed. Well, good. Nesta always struck him as someone who knew her worth.
Eris managed to recover, his signature smirk slipping into place like a well-worn mask. “Can you blame me?” he said, holding out a hand to her. “I didn’t realize I was escorting a goddess tonight.”
Nesta rolled her eyes, but there was a flicker of amusement in them. “If you keep talking like that, I might start charging you for the privilege.”
He laughed softly, stepping forward to open the car door with a mock flourish. “I’d pay whatever the cost, love.”
The nickname slipped from his lips, but Nesta didn’t correct him. She shook her head and gracefully slipped into the car. Eris followed her inside, signaling the driver that they were ready to leave.
Did the ride get any easier? Absolutely not. Eris kept stealing glances at her whenever he could, hoping she wouldn’t notice. It had truly been a monumental mistake to think sending her the dress was a good idea. Eris had always known Nesta was stunning. But in this dress? He might as well open the car door and tumble out if he wanted to retain his sanity for the rest of the evening.
“I don’t think I’ve had the chance to thank you for the dress,” Nesta said, smiling as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Though I must emphasize how against this happening again I am,” she added sternly.
Of course. Eris was surprised he hadn’t received any angry texts yesterday for daring to send her the dress. Nevertheless, he managed a grin now.
“No promises,” he said. Nesta shook her head, clearly unwilling to argue with him right now. Perhaps later.
For a while, they traveled in silence, with Nesta responding to messages on her phone. Judging by the speed of her typing and the way her nails clicked against the screen, Eris assumed she was probably giving clear orders on how to take care of her little monsters.
“How’s Astrid doing?” he asked.
Nesta looked up at him, putting her phone away. “Better. She’s already trying to convince me she can walk just fine.”
Eris chuckled warmly. “Boundless energy.”
“You have no idea,” Nesta said with a small smile.
They struck up another conversation as they drove to the building hosting the charity dinner. When they arrived, the driver pulled up to the entrance, where Nesta and Eris stepped out before he drove off to park. Inside, they were immediately greeted by Kallias and his wife, Viviane.
“Eris, Nesta, I’m grateful you could find the time to come,” Kallias said, smiling as he introduced Nesta to Viviane.
“Pleasure to meet you,” Nesta said with a polite smile.
“Likewise,” Viviane replied warmly.
Eris barely had the chance to say hello before Viviane took Nesta’s arm and led her away, enthusiastically complimenting her dress and how beautifully her earrings matched. Kallias glanced after his wife and smiled with such fondness that it caught Eris off guard. Though they were friends, he rarely saw this side of Kallias.
A waitress passed by, and both Kallias and Eris took glasses of champagne from her tray. The guests were only just beginning to arrive, allowing them a moment of calm conversation before the mingling and obligatory smiles began—a routine Eris was used to but had no desire to engage in tonight.
“I’ll be honest,” Kallias said, watching his wife introduce Nesta to her friends, gesturing animatedly and chatting nonstop, “it’s a bit terrifying if they hit it off.”
“And why’s that?” Eris asked, smirking as he too glanced in their direction, his eyes inevitably drawn to Nesta, who looked so at ease conversing with Viviane and her friends.
Kallias shrugged. “Too powerful a duo. They’d terrorize both of us.”
Eris nearly choked on his champagne. “Why ‘us’?”
He turned to Kallias, who raised an eyebrow, his expression saying, Are you serious right now? Eris narrowed his eyes, refusing to acknowledge the elephant in the room—namely, how painfully obvious his feelings for a certain lady in this building were.
“You’re not dating?” Kallias asked, his tone entirely sincere, devoid of any teasing.
Which, Eris thought, made it worse. If Kallias had been mocking him, he could have told him to go to hell. But this? This genuine bewilderment was infinitely harder to dismiss.
“No,” Eris replied in a neutral tone, fighting the urge to look at Nesta again. But she was like a magnet, and his gaze found her in the crowd almost involuntarily. “No,” he repeated unnecessarily, “we’re not dating.”
Kallias seemed genuinely puzzled but didn’t press further, for which Eris was endlessly grateful.
Instead, Kallias shifted the conversation to how he had allocated funds from the factory. The case had been messy, and the company in question had paid the requested damages quickly to avoid prolonged scrutiny and scandal.
As more guests arrived, Kallias excused himself to greet other investors, while Eris wandered through the crowd, greeting familiar faces. It was amusing how some recognized him as a lawyer, while others knew him as the Vanserra heir. Either way, everyone was eager to engage with him, and Eris found no reason not to reciprocate with politeness.
Every so often, during a businessman's self-congratulatory story about a charitable donation or a lucrative deal, Eris’s eyes searched for Nesta, inevitably finding her beside Viviane. The two had clearly hit it off. Good for her, Eris thought, envious that Nesta didn’t have to endure the mind-numbing conversations he was stuck in.
So he praised a businessman whose daughter had recently gotten into Yale, or another who had made a deal worth several hundred million dollars. Eris said something about his own firm, too, weakly keeping up the conversation. And then his gaze fell on the most unpleasant person he had simply prayed not to meet today.
Of course, his prayers went unanswered because she spotted him too, wrinkling her nose as though detecting a bad smell. Fantastic.
The blonde demoness headed toward him, and Eris considered pretending he hadn’t seen her and making a swift exit—if not for Kallias, who appeared beside him and nodded in greeting. Traitor.
“Mor,” Kallias greeted her as she approached, leaving no room for avoidance.
“Kallias,” Morrigan replied, her smile predatory as she reached out, likely intending to hug him. Kallias sidestepped, extending his hand for a shake instead. Eris chuckled quietly, watching the exchange. Morrigan had a notorious habit of throwing herself at other people’s husbands.
Her gaze shifted to Eris, filled with barely concealed hostility. He couldn’t care less.
“Eris,” she hissed his name like a snake—more a viper, really. Kallias immediately sensed the tension and seemed ready to intervene, but Eris only offered a lazy smirk.
“Morrigan, always a pleasure,” he lied easily, the hint of mockery in his tone unmistakable. Judging by the way Morrigan narrowed her eyes, she caught it. “Are you here with someone?”
He hadn’t followed her life since the moment he convinced his father to break off the engagement after some public scandal involving Morrigan. Eris only knew that the “breakup” had worsened her social standing and life in general. On the other hand, neither of them had wanted to marry each other, and at the time, he truly believed he was doing them both a favor. Morrigan, of course, hadn’t appreciated his so-called help.
They crossed paths at numerous events afterward, but every time, Eris preferred to avoid her whenever possible.
Yet Morrigan always glared at him as if he’d insulted her instead of merely inquiring about her company. Honestly, Eris was just trying to locate the unlucky soul who had chosen her and find a way to convince him to leave early with his date. But apparently, tonight she came without any influential company to flaunt to other gold diggers like herself.
"My partner couldn’t make it tonight," she said in a deceptively friendly tone. "What about you?"
Eris only shrugged, not intending to tell her anything. Of all things, she didn’t need to know about Nesta. Eris wasn’t going to talk about her to someone he wasn’t on good terms with, and besides, if Morrigan wanted, she’d find out during Kallias’s speech later, where he’d undoubtedly mention both him and Nesta.
"How’s your father doing?" she asked, purely to be a venomous snake.
A few years ago, Eris might have lost his temper. Perhaps he would’ve said something rude, letting her provoke him. But now, all he felt was the urge to laugh at such a lazy attempt to offend him.
Still, if Morrigan wanted to play the game of dragging family members into the conversation, he could certainly join. The odds were evenly matched anyway.
"How’s yours?" he countered with a small smirk. "I heard he and your cousin are still at odds. Odd, don’t you think, considering their joint factory project?"
Eris would’ve liked to see her lose her composure, but Morrigan’s lips merely curled into a poisonous, mockingly sweet smile. Typical.
"I don’t mix family affairs with business," she shrugged. "And you’d be wise to do the same—maybe then your conflicts with Vanserra Enterprises would resolve."
Low blow, and she knew it. Smug and unbearably proud of herself. But Eris only shrugged, refreshing his champagne from a passing waiter, whom Morrigan followed with her gaze.
"Maybe if you followed your own advice, then your conflicting interests with your cousin wouldn’t affect you so much," he mirrored her smile. "For instance, your charity foundation opposing those lands sold for factory wouldn’t have had to shut down."
Kallias, who Eris had completely forgotten was standing nearby, cleared his throat, sensing the escalating tension. He announced he’d check on Viviane. At the mention of her name, Morrigan’s demeanor shifted, as if she’d heard a key word, her face transforming in an instant.
She, too, began scanning for Viviane, and when she found her, she and Kallias headed to another part of the room. Eris rolled his eyes as soon as she disappeared from sight.
Once she was far enough away, breathing felt easier. Not because her inflated ego somehow sucked all the air out of the room—though that would’ve been amusing—but because of the overwhelming perfume she was wearing that evening. Eris almost grimaced but instead finished his champagne and turned his attention to a former client of his, who began recounting her engagement to some influential businessman whose name was supposed to impress Eris.
A few minutes passed, and his gaze returned to the only person who continued to hold his attention. However, he immediately frowned when he didn’t see Nesta with Viviane, with whom she’d spent the evening. He assumed she’d just stepped away briefly, but after ten minutes and still no sign of her, Eris began circling the room, trying to find her.
Pushing through the crowd and brushing off attempts at polite small talk, Eris scanned the perimeter of the room twice before finally spotting Nesta. She was at the bar, talking to some guy, laughing and smiling at him.
Good news: he’d found her, and Nesta hadn’t been abducted. Bad news? He’d found her in the company of this… guy. The guy seemed to be from an influential family, with a face suspiciously familiar to Eris, though he couldn’t place where he’d seen it before. It was unlikely they’d worked together since Eris remembered all his clients, and it was doubtful they moved in the same circles. With all due respect, the kid looked ridiculously young, and Eris couldn’t understand how, of all people, Nesta had ended up in his company.
Eris couldn’t deny that Nesta would attract attention from men tonight. Hell, he was one of those who couldn’t take his eyes off her, so it wasn’t surprising others noticed her beauty and wanted to talk to her, flirt, maybe take it further…
He mentally stopped himself because his own train of thought was riling him up, his fists clenching with growing anger. First, at himself for not making any effort to speak to Nesta over the past two hours, and then at this kid for his audacity.
Audacity… that’s when it clicked. Eris, being a reasonable man, initially intended to walk away, swallowing his pride and not interfering with Nesta’s conversation. She was free to choose her company for the evening, and if she chose this peacock, so be it. But now that he remembered where he’d seen this guy, Eris wasn’t about to stand idly by.
He approached from behind Nesta, glaring at the guy. The latter recognized him and faltered mid-tirade about… sports cars? Seriously? Eris was more astonished that Nesta was consciously listening to this nonsense. From what he knew, rich, cocky kids weren’t her type. And he knew this from personal experience.
As soon as the boy stammered, Nesta turned, noticing Eris and glaring at him in irritation. "Eris."
Her tone made it clear she didn’t appreciate his interference, but he’d survive. "Nesta," he greeted her with a smile, extending his hand. "Care to dance?"
***
Viviane seemed cheerful. Even genuine. Nesta had feared that tonight she’d have to recall all the lessons from her detestable mother on how to be a proper socialite because this event could count as part of her job—networking and all. But instead, she was simply enjoying the evening.
Kallias’s wife, a stunning woman with ash-blonde hair, introduced her to her friends, and from there, they simply talked and talked. Viviane carried most of the conversation, chatting about her husband, their orphanage, thanking Nesta multiple times for her and Eris's help, and ending with a discussion about children.
By then, they had found common ground, and Nesta relaxed completely. All her initial concerns proved unfounded, and she even met a few people to whom she recommended Eris's firm. So she checked off her mental work-related achievement too.
Everything was going smoothly. The champagne was excellent, the company pleasant and lively, and the event was deemed a success. She occasionally spotted Eris, who was engrossed in conversation with businessmen like himself. Nothing surprising there, she told herself. Why would she have expected him to spend the whole evening by her side?
And yet, for some reason, she had hoped for it. But Eris didn’t glance her way even once, and Nesta convinced herself that whatever had been between them had never meant anything serious. Why would it? Eris had likely flirted out of boredom, and as for the dress, he could afford a thousand of them without even accounting for the fact that it was from his mother’s brand.
He’d probably find some girl and, if he felt like it, go home with her. Nesta wasn’t even going to watch it happen.
“Are you okay?” Viviane asked, noticing her sour expression.
Nesta smiled. “I’m fine.”
She was anything but fine. Because as soon as she said it, she spotted a painfully familiar figure beside Eris. The universe must have hated Nesta; there was no other explanation. Morrigan was there, chatting with Eris. Judging by their smiles, their conversation was friendly.
Viviane followed her gaze. “Oh, I didn’t know Mor was coming,” she said warmly. “I must introduce you two—I’m sure you’d get along wonderfully.”
Nesta didn’t tell Viviane that Morrigan had been sleeping with her husband for God knows how many months, if not years. Instead, she pressed her lips together, watching closely as Morrigan interacted with Eris, apparently exchanging pleasantries or something of the sort.
Of course, why wouldn’t he talk to Morrigan? She was beautiful, stereotypically sweet, like a Barbie doll come to life, always adept with words, charming everyone. And their families were likely on a similar level of influence, based on what Nesta had heard. Surely, Eris and Morrigan had known each other for years.
Why not? Men loved Morrigan, as life had demonstrated to Nesta in the most vivid way possible. Perhaps that was why Cassian had been clinging to her all week—because Morrigan had already moved on to someone else, and he had bored her. She probably didn’t care about the ruined marriage she had been one of the causes of.
A sharp pang of bitterness welled up inside Nesta. She didn’t want to think about the possibility that Morrigan could be the one Eris went home with. It was an irrational thought, but it stuck. For the first time in a long while, Nesta had thought that something could be hers. Something that Morrigan couldn’t take, or Cassian’s family couldn’t ruin. Something completely personal and untouched by them.
After a few minutes, Viviane waved to Morrigan. Nesta couldn’t be angry about that specifically—they’d clearly been friends for years. But as Morrigan approached, Nesta knew she couldn’t handle this meeting. Anyone but her.
Unfortunately, she didn’t manage to leave as quickly as she’d hoped. Morrigan noticed her, and Nesta wasn’t going to flee as if on fire—not when Morrigan might notice. She wouldn’t give her that satisfaction.
“Mor!” Vivian exclaimed as Morrigan reached out to hug her.
“Vivi,” Morrigan replied with a smile, while Nesta wished the ground to open up and swallow her at that moment.
Morrigan’s gaze fell on her. Nesta didn’t look away, meeting her eyes coldly and, for a moment, wishing she had some magical power to obliterate the wretched woman standing before her. But alas, she didn’t have such abilities and wasn’t a superhero from the cartoons Astrid loved to watch.
“Nesta,” Morrigan said, comically widening her eyes in surprise.
“You know each other?” Vivian asked, glancing between them.
Nesta shrugged. “I knew her boyfriend,” was all she said, watching Morrigan’s face redden noticeably.
“Boyfriend? Are you dating someone?” Viviane frowned. “I thought we discussed you wouldn’t—”
“It’s someone else!” Morrigan interrupted sharply. Both Nesta and Viviane gave her a long, questioning look, surprised by her reaction. “I mean... um... Nesta, it’s nice to see you.”
Nice to see her, indeed. Nesta wished there weren’t so many important people at this event so she could slap Morrigan across the face—the slap she should have delivered when she found Morrigan’s earrings in her bedroom. Months had passed; she had thought and truly believed she had come to terms with Cassian’s betrayal. But Morrigan’s actions still made her grit her teeth in anger. And if she didn’t shut up soon, Nesta might let that anger surface in the worst way possible.
She didn’t respond to Morrigan’s pleasantries, remaining silent. Viviane noticed the tension between them and turned her attention to Kallias, who had just approached them after being delayed by a potential investor.
“That’s a beautiful dress,” Morrigan said sweetly. “Good thing we’re not the same size, or I might be tempted to steal it.”
Nesta told herself it was just Morrigan’s way of joking, playing the charming and playful role she always embodied. After years with Cassian’s family, Nesta was used to such behavior. Yet the comment still made something inside her tighten, almost shattering the remnants of her self-control.
“Fortunately for you, I don’t return the sentiment,” Nesta replied, giving Morrigan a cold stare.
Viviane returned to the conversation, deliberately ignoring the tension between them. “This is Aurora Vanserra’s dress, isn’t it? I followed her new collection but didn’t manage to buy anything,” she said, throwing a reproachful look at her husband as if he were to blame for her misfortune.
“Aurora Vanserra’s?” Morrigan asked, looking at the dress again as if seeing it in a new light.
“Yes,” Viviane nodded. “Isn’t it such a sweet gesture on his part?”
“Whose?” Morrigan asked, overly curious.
Nesta didn’t care to elaborate further. But as Morrigan moved closer to her, Nesta instinctively stepped back sharply—just in time to avoid Morrigan “accidentally” spilling her drink.
“What the hell?” Nesta hissed under her breath.
Morrigan looked up at her, wide-eyed, caught red-handed, though neither Viviane nor Kallias likely suspected anything sinister in her clumsiness.
“Sorry,” Morrigan said in an apologetic tone that made Nesta want to slap her with twice the force. “Oh my God, I’m so clumsy. I almost ruined your dress.”
“It didn’t stain, did it?” Vivian asked, carefully inspecting the black fabric. Nesta was slightly surprised, expecting her to rush to Morrigan, asking if she was okay. “Let’s double-check in the restroom,” she suggested.
They didn’t head toward the restroom, and Nesta knew it. They simply moved far enough away to be out of sight. Viviane sighed heavily.
“Forgive her,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t understand what’s wrong with her today. She has her moments, but I genuinely thought Morrigan had outgrown this behavior long ago.”
Nesta didn’t tell Viviane that Morrigan, in fact, had never stopped acting that way. Instead, she waved off Viviane’s apologies, not wanting her to feel guilty in this situation when the root of the problem was one utterly vile blonde.
As they stood reassuring each other that everything was fine, a young man approached them. Nesta wouldn’t have noticed him if he hadn’t come almost face-to-face with them. Just another young man in an expensive suit, one of a hundred or two others just like him, only older.
To be honest, Nesta had almost jokingly asked where his parents were. But the guy beat her to it, flashing a charmingly boyish smile.
“Hi,” he drawled. “I’ve been wanting to come over all evening, but I was too nervous. Can I buy you a drink?”
Viviane discreetly gave her two big thumbs up before tactfully vanishing into the crowd. Nesta would’ve told her to stay, but… Eris was nowhere to be seen, Morrigan was getting on her nerves and practically begging to be killed, and in front of her was an objectively attractive, if slightly too polished, guy offering to share a drink. She didn’t bother correcting him by reminding him the food and drinks were already paid for, figuring he must’ve been standing there working up his nerve. So to hell with it—she wasn’t about to refuse the opportunity to relax since she’d come here anyway.
About three minutes in, Nesta realized that, well, you needed to choose your company wisely. The guy, Alan Breyer—who, for some reason, insisted that Nesta know his last name as if it were already a core part of his personality and blazing like a red flag—first regaled her with tales of his mansion in suburban London, then about his apartment on the Upper East Side, and then moved on to cars.
The upsides? He had good taste in cocktails and occasionally—very rarely—shared amusing stories, like how his group of rich kids once ended up stranded on a yacht out of fuel in the middle of the sea. Nesta knew immediately how absurdly fake the story was but allowed Alan to believe he’d charmed her. At the very least, she found it entertaining to watch him.
Then she felt someone’s presence behind her and turned, spotting Eris burning a hole through the poor boy. Oh, hell no. Eris had left of his own volition and hadn’t approached her even once, so Nesta wasn’t about to let him ruin her evening of entertaining herself.
“Eris,” she said, frowning and hoping her glare was as intimidating as she intended.
Instead of being embarrassed, Eris simply gave a lazy smile—the same kind of smile he gave Morrigan, whispered a nasty voice in her head, and Nesta nearly rolled her eyes.
“Nesta,” Eris said softly, extending a hand to her. “Care to dance?”
“I’m busy,” she replied curtly and coldly, as she always did to protect herself.
Not wanting to waste her time on him and his stupid games, Nesta reached for her cocktail. But Eris took her glass before she could protest and promptly scared Alan off, seating himself in the boy’s spot at the bar.
“What the hell was that?” Nesta demanded.
“Remind me to deal with this on Monday,” Eris said nonchalantly, turning to the bartender. “Pour this out and don’t let that boy order drinks for any of his ‘dates’ again.”
"Eris," Nesta said again, her voice sharp.
"Nesta," he replied with a smile, extending his hand once more. "Dance with me."
She shouldn’t have agreed. But Eris took her hand and easily pulled her to her feet, and she followed him. Nesta knew she didn’t have many reasons to be angry with him specifically. They weren’t here as a couple, after all, and it was her problem that her expectations weren’t met, especially since those expectations were foolish to begin with.
"Sorry," Eris murmured in her ear, leaning closer as one of his hands rested on her waist, leading them in the dance. "I admit, I don’t fully understand why you’re upset with me, but I’m sorry."
Nesta hated how hard it was to stay mad at him now when he was… like this. It had been ten times easier back in university when he acted like an arrogant bastard, only interested in scoring higher on tests than she did.
"It’s fine," Nesta said, waving it off as she allowed him to spin her, only to return to his arms. "But you scared off my pleasant company."
"I wouldn’t call that company pleasant," Eris grimaced, his hands tightening slightly on her arm and waist. "Breyer’s been accused several times of harassment and spiking drinks. Not that it was ever proved but rumor has it."
Oh. That explained a lot.
"And yes, I trust your judgment," Eris interrupted before she could respond. "But with guys like him, I wouldn’t take the risk."
Nesta huffed, looking away and clenching her teeth. Eris only drew her closer, disguising the movement as part of the dance.
"Talk to me," he asked quietly, his voice barely audible over the music. Nesta looked up and met his gaze—warm, tender amber eyes.
"There’s nothing to talk about," she said stubbornly. She didn’t want to voice her thoughts here at all. Nesta knew all her emotions were the result of overthinking. She didn’t need anyone else confirming that. She was doing just fine on her own.
"Why don’t I believe you?" Eris asked with a soft smirk, his tone taking on its usual playful edge. "We definitely have something to talk about—like why you’re in such a bad mood when, half an hour ago, I saw you laughing with Viviane."
Nesta froze. The fact that Eris had actually been looking her way, noticing her mood shifts and even the timing, caught her off guard. His gaze might have just happened to fall on her; it didn’t necessarily mean he’d been seeking her out.
"If I misread something, I’d like the chance to fix it," Eris added, still in that soft tone. "Please?"
The music slowed, the melody shifting to something softer and more deliberate. Couples around them swayed in tandem, and Nesta felt herself being drawn closer despite every instinct screaming at her to resist. His hold on her was steady, grounding in a way that annoyed her more than she cared to admit.
"This is stupid," Nesta sighed, feeling herself start to give in.
"I doubt it will shake my confidence in your intelligence," Eris shrugged.
Nesta sighed again, deciding it couldn’t get any worse. "Fine. Listen. I thought you’d be by my side tonight. That we’d spend the evening together. But all I saw was you talking to everyone but me. And yes, I know how that sounds. And frankly, it’s frustrating."
She noticed his eyes widen slightly in surprise before it shifted into a familiar smirk. As it turned out, she thought, things could get worse. If he opened his mouth and—
"Were you jealous?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, clearly fighting the urge to smile. Nesta wished she could incinerate him on the spot.
"No," she snapped. "Shut up."
Eris twirled her again, pulling her back against his chest. He leaned down near her ear, and though she couldn’t see his face, she could feel his damn smirk. Nesta glanced back at him, her lips parting to deliver a sharp retort, but she stopped when she saw his expression. There was no mockery in his eyes, no arrogance. Just… warmth.
"I’m sorry if I made you feel ignored tonight," Eris said softly, his hand tightening slightly on her waist. "That wasn’t my intention."
Her breath hitched, the sincerity in his voice cutting through her irritation like a knife. Nesta only frowned, unsure how she was supposed to feel about the apology. Because honestly? His proximity and his voice only made her want to kiss him again. Him and his stupid smirk.
They spun again, and she turned a full 180 degrees, facing him once more.
"You could’ve just said something. Then I’d have spent the entire evening with you," Eris said. "I’d have been yours for the night."
"I hate it when you do that," Nesta muttered, trying to keep her face cold, though they both knew she wouldn’t succeed.
"When I’m honest?" Eris smirked.
"When you do or say something I’d never expect from you," she corrected. "Like now. You’re not usually one for apologies."
"I’m not usually wrong," he countered with a small grin, though his eyes stayed serious. "But I’ll make it up to you. Starting now."
"And how do you plan to do that?" she asked, arching a brow, though she cursed herself for sounding more curious than dismissive.
He didn’t answer immediately, instead spinning her again. The motion was seamless and fluid as if they’d practiced this a hundred times. When she landed back in his arms, his hand slid slightly lower on her waist, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a knowing smile.
"Well, for starters, I’ll keep you here on the dance floor as long as you’ll let me," he said. "And after that… I suppose I’ll have to get creative."
Her heart pounded painfully against her ribs, but she kept her expression neutral. "We’ll see if you’re still standing by the end of the night."
Eris chuckled, the sound warm and low. "Challenge accepted."
And he did it. They danced through several more songs, spinning elegantly and effortlessly, so much so that Nesta found herself remembering how she had forgotten Eris was such a good dancer. Long ago, they had both participated in a project Feyre had roped Nesta into joining. Since it involved partner dances and everyone else turned out to be complete amateurs, Nesta had risked asking Eris. She did not know about his dancing skills, but he was the only remaining option.
Nesta wasn’t surprised when he refused, saying that unlike her, he would prefer to spend that time preparing for exams. Yet, later that evening, a message arrived in her inbox from little Lucien, who casually mentioned that his brother had professionally trained in dance throughout middle and high school and might agree if persuaded.
Convincing Eris Vanserra herself? Not even at gunpoint. Instead, she bribed his younger brother to handle it for her. Did it work? Oh, it most certainly did. To this day, Nesta hadn’t figured out exactly how Lucien managed it — considering his only means of contact with Eris was through messaging and phone calls — but he did. Within days, Eris told her that, as it turned out, he had an open window in his schedule — so self-important that Nesta couldn’t help but mock him with a sarcastic tone right to his face — and agreed.
During Feyre’s rehearsals, Nesta had sworn she’d kill him. One minute he didn’t like a particular step; the next, he complained she was moving too sharply—despite her being just as experienced as him and quite confident she knew more. His endless commentary and general bitchiness kept them late into the evenings until everything finally met his impossible standards.
Nesta remembered how Feyre, after much struggle, completed her project, capturing their dance and that of others she somehow convinced to join. Despite Eris’s apparent mission to inconvenience everyone, he had sacrificed personal time and put his all into it. Nesta, without a word, had coffee and a cinnamon roll delivered to him through his friends the following Monday.
But this? This felt completely different. No surprise, considering how much both of them had changed since then. Nesta had always, even during Feyre’s project, seen dance as an obligation—something forced upon her or persistently requested.
Here? Eris was ready to leave the dance floor the moment she said the word. Yet, against her own expectations, Nesta wasn’t in a hurry to leave. Instead, she let the ease of their movements take over. They moved as one, perfectly in sync and so effortlessly harmonious that her old dance instructor would have died from shock and envy. Nesta reminded herself that she wasn’t that spiteful. Then again, maybe she was.
"You’ve got the look of someone about to kill," Eris chuckled. "I’m sincerely hoping it’s not me since I planned on surviving the night."
Nesta blinked, glancing at him. "I don’t have any look. But keep talking, and we’ll see."
Eris mimed locking his mouth shut and grinned. After a while, they both agreed it was enough. Nesta went to get water, with Eris trailing close behind, refusing to leave her side.
At the bar, Nesta scanned the room, trying to spot Mor so she’d know which parts of the hall to avoid. Meanwhile, Eris watched her drink water as though it were the evening's most fascinating event.
"It’s rude to stare," she said with a playful snort, though without malice. She lazily shifted her gaze to him, narrowing her eyes slightly when she noticed what looked like the tips of his ears turning red—just like they had a few days ago at her apartment.
"Not the rudest thing I’ve done tonight," he replied with a shrug. "I did dare to ignore the most beautiful and enchanting lady at this event."
Nesta rolled her eyes, smirking. "Flattery won’t help you."
"I see a smile on your lips, which means it already has."
Shaking her head, she laughed softly. Not long after, Kallias took the stage with a microphone, starting a speech about his shelter and the challenges they had faced that year. Viviane stood beside her husband, smiling warmly at the guests and lending him moral support, while Nesta stood near Eris.
During his speech, Kallias specifically thanked them both, stating that without their help, the shelter would likely have been on the verge of closing, leaving hundreds of children without access to proper care.
As the discussion shifted to the shelter’s future plans, Nesta and Eris stepped aside to a quieter area. Eris joked about how Kallias had sent him seven drafts of the speech the day before, asking for feedback as though Eris were an orator rather than a lawyer. Nesta laughed, adding that Viviane told her her husband had been practicing his "serious face" in the mirror two hours before the gala.
While they laughed and chatted, disaster struck. A disaster with blonde hair, a dark red dress, and a penchant for ruining Nesta’s life and inciting murderous urges.
Morrigan. Of course, it was Morrigan.
"Nesta," Morrigan greeted her with the same overly sweet smile she reserved for when someone from the family or friends was nearby. Nesta never noticed that friendliness when they were alone. "You’ve been gone for a while, and I haven’t had the chance to apologize."
Eris raised an intrigued eyebrow, watching their exchange. Nesta gave him a quick glance before turning back to the demoness.
"For what exactly?" Nesta asked coldly, already out of patience for whatever tricks or games Morrigan had planned. "For nearly ruining my dress or for stealing my husband?"
Silence. Nesta didn’t even pretend to feel sorry. She hadn’t spoken to Morrigan in the aftermath of Cassian’s betrayal. Maybe she should have. Maybe she should have punched Morrigan — and her ex-husband — one last time before leaving. The confused, shocked look on Morrigan’s face would definitely have been worth it.
“I…” Morrigan started, already preparing to defend herself when Viviane ran up to them.
“Hey, I’ve been looking for you,” Viviane said quickly, flashing a kind smile at both Nesta and Eris. “Come with me, I need you.”
Viviane promptly led her away, winking discreetly with a knowing smile before dragging Mor along to some other corner of the event.
Nesta felt like she needed more air, and Eris kept trailing her like a dog. They stepped into an empty corridor, the thick doors shutting out the evening’s noise.
“Cassian cheated on you?” Eris asked, his tone laced with disbelief and even a hint of anger.
Nesta merely shrugged, the familiar ache resurfacing at the mention of what had happened. Yet, the phantom pain in her chest was duller than before. “Yes. We divorced right after I found out.”
Eris was silent for a moment; his jaw clenched tightly, his expression one of barely contained indignation. “I never thought he could sink even lower, but…”
“But here we are,” she finished with a dry laugh. “It’s fine. At least now that he and Mor are together, I’m free. No more torturing myself with constant suspicions.” She paused, watching his reaction. “Not that they’ll be particularly happy, knowing she’s already scouting for someone else at this event. Honestly, they deserve each other.”
Eris nodded in agreement and let out a derisive snort. “They really do,” he muttered, glaring at the closed door as if he could burn a hole through it to wherever Mor had disappeared. For a moment, Nesta doubted her earlier assumptions about his relationship with Mor.
“Wonder who her next victim will be,” he mused aloud.
“Isn’t it you?” Nesta teased.
“What?” Eris frowned, his expression shifting to one of genuine confusion, making her question her observations even more.
“Weren’t you two flirting earlier?” she clarified. “About an hour ago or so.”
Eris stared at her like she’d lost her mind. He blinked several times, fixing her with a long, incredulous look that made Nesta feel uncomfortably awkward.
She braced for a sharp denial, a practiced lie, something Cassian might have said. But instead, Eris laughed. The bastard laughed—a low, rich sound that grated on her nerves and made her cheeks flush in embarrassment.
“I wasn’t wrong. You really were jealous,” he finally said, grinning at her in a way that made her wish she could wipe that smug expression off his face.
“It was an observation,” she insisted stubbornly, crossing her arms.
“Of course,” Eris replied, his smirk widening infuriatingly. Did he have to be so annoyingly attractive while irritating her? “Hate to disappoint you, Miss Observation, but Morrigan would be the last person in that room to interest me. What you saw was a conversation between two people who ruined each other’s reputations years ago. That’s all—an annulled arranged marriage and years of mutual disdain.”
Nesta felt profoundly foolish. She wished the ground would swallow her whole, this time even more. She’d actually worried about their interactions tonight. Over what? Fake friendliness and a lack of genuine emotion?
Worst of all, she’d let herself spiral so much that she’d almost let some teenager flirt with her and ply her with drinks.
“I hate you,” she muttered, burying her face against Eris’s shoulder. He only chuckled, his hand settling lightly on her back and rubbing soothing circles.
“No, you don’t,” he said cheerfully. “But let’s talk about the fact that you…”
“Did I mention I hate you?” Nesta grumbled, earning more laughter from him.
“Hmm, I think you did,” Eris said with mock seriousness. Then he tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. He smiled at her—warmly, sincerely—in a way that made her want to throttle him.
Throttle him for daring to look so soft, so genuine, that it felt like seeing him for the first time. Something shone in his amber eyes—something bright, unguarded, and so real it seemed almost impossible.
Before she could overthink it, Nesta reached up, her fingers lightly gripping the lapels of his jacket. His gaze flickered down to the motion, and when their eyes met again, there was no teasing left—just raw, unspoken emotion that tightened her chest.
“Eris,” she began, but he shook his head slightly, his thumb brushing her cheek in a tender gesture that stole the words from her lips.
“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he said, his voice rougher now, his breath warm against her skin as he leaned closer.
She said nothing. She couldn’t. She didn’t want to. Instead, Nesta gazed at him with the same softness she rarely let anyone see.
Eris tilted her chin up with a gentle hand again, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was both tentative and searing. It was a slow burn, a culmination of tension that had simmered for far too long.
Eris’s hand slid up to cradle the back of her neck, his touch firm yet careful, as if he were afraid she might pull away. But Nesta didn’t pull away. Instead, her fingers curled into collar of his shirt, pulling him closer as her resolve melted into the heat of the moment. He deepened the kiss, his hand sliding to the small of her back, anchoring her against him as the rest of the world blurred into nothingness.
When they finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, Eris rested his forehead against hers, a crooked smile tugging at his lips.
“That’s highly inappropriate in a public place.”
Nesta groaned, smacking his chest lightly, but she didn’t pull away. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re incredible,” he countered, his thumb brushing along the curve of her jaw.
Nesta wanted to believe that, after his words, she could simply push him away and step back, returning to the evening. But instead, she couldn’t take her eyes off him—off that unfairly, devastatingly beautiful face. She leaned in and kissed him again, while Eris only pulled her closer. Nesta thought she might like to stay in this moment. To turn off her mind, her thoughts, and not think about the consequences. To simply be here, to feel, to exist.
“If you keep going like this, I won’t be able to keep up the gentlemanly act much longer,” Eris whispered between kisses. “Please, have mercy.”
Nesta only smiled, biting his lower lip, making Eris let out a quiet growl.
“I think this is a socially acceptable time to leave,” she whispered in response.
That was all it took for Eris to grab her hand and lead her toward the exit. A few minutes later, they were seated in the back of a limousine. The air inside felt charged, thick with unspoken tension as the door shut behind them. The quiet hum of the car’s engine was the only sound for a moment, save for their uneven breaths. Eris still held Nesta’s hand, his thumb brushing lightly against her knuckles as if grounding himself.
“You’re going to ruin me,” he said softly, the crooked smile she was growing dangerously fond of tugging at his lips again.
Nesta arched a brow, tilting her head slightly as she leaned back against the plush seat. “Am I?” she asked, her voice carrying a teasing edge despite the heat simmering in her chest.
Eris turned toward her, his amber eyes molten as they locked onto hers.
“You have no idea,” he murmured, his tone low and thick with something that made her pulse skip.
Before she could respond, he leaned in, his lips finding hers again with a hunger that matched the charged energy between them. This kiss was different—deeper, more insistent as if he was pouring every ounce of restraint he’d held back all evening into her.
Nesta responded without hesitation, her hands sliding up his chest to curl around the lapels of his jacket, pulling him closer. Eris groaned against her lips, his hand sliding to the small of her back, guiding her effortlessly until she was half-straddling him.
“This is a terrible idea,” she murmured against his lips, though her actions betrayed her words as she tilted her head to deepen the kiss.
“The worst,” he agreed, his voice rough as his lips moved to the curve of her neck.
Nesta’s breath hitched, her fingers threading through his hair as his teeth grazed her skin lightly, sending sparks through her veins. “You don’t seem very concerned about that,” she managed to say, though her voice sounded far less steady than she intended.
Eris chuckled, the sound low and warm against her neck. “That’s because I’m not,” he admitted, his hand sliding down to her thigh, his touch deliberate and slow.
His other hand moved up her back, finding the zipper of her dress and unzipping it. Nesta turned, noticing how slowly the partition between the driver and the back of the car was rising. She suddenly realized exactly where and what they were about to do and, more importantly, that someone knew about it.
Eris, noticing the blush on her cheeks, only laughed. “I’m going to have to tip him extra for gas so he can make a few extra laps. And for this inconvenience.”
“This is all your fault,” she said, poking his chest, which only made him laugh more—along with her.
Eris merely shrugged at the accusations, sliding one strap of her dress down, then the other, tugging at the soft fabric and letting it slide off her chest. One of his hands remained on her thigh, tracing mindless patterns in a teasing manner, while his other hand moved to her breast, cupping it through the fabric of her bra.
Nesta only kissed him harder, her hands remained in his hair, tugging on it more when Eris undid her bra and brushed his fingers against her hardened nipples. Pulling away he started leaving open mouth kisses down her chest, his hand moving down to her other breast. She arched her back against him, and his free hand fell firmly upon her hips.
It was tortuously slow, touch by touch, kiss by kiss. Nesta moaned quietly, squirming slightly on his lap in impatience while he stubbornly refused to touch her when she wanted him the most. But when she opened her mouth to voice her indignation, Eris moved sharply, changing their position.
She found herself sitting on the soft seat of the car again while he settled between her legs, kneeling on the black carpet of the limo floor. His hands shamelessly lifted the skirt of her dress, exposing more of her skin and underwear.
“One smart comment and you’ll be thrown out of this car,” she hissed, sensing he had something to say. Nesta felt like she was seriously going to have a heart attack right then and there if this bastard started teasing her again.
Eris laughed against her inner thigh. “I plan on using my mouth differently,” he muttered as his hands deftly pulled her underwear down.
He leaned in, licking up her center, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue. Nesta let out a soft moan, arching her back as she felt his hands settle on her hips, keeping her in place as he licked her from the entrance to her clit.
One of his fingers slipped inside her, and Nesta gasped, her hand tugging on his hair hard enough to make him wince. He only continued his ministrations with doubled force while he added the second finger, feeling her clench around it. Nesta whined softly, tightening her grip with each stroke of his tongue.
She felt like she was one single exposed wire in someone else's hands. Eris continued to pleasure her, moving his fingers in a fast rhythm, murmuring compliments in between. After a few more minutes, Nesta found her release. Eris lapped on her, licking every single drop and letting her come down from her high.
She looked down, breathing heavily, only to see Eris grinning contentedly. His lips glistened with her juices, his hair disheveled from her grasp, the fucking glimpse in his eyes. He looked so damn hot.
The car stopped shortly after, and in the meantime, Eris helped her fix her dress.
“Do you want to come in?” he asked softly.
“Is that a question?” Nesta smirked, confused as to why he was even asking.
Eris shrugged, his expression masked by another sly smile. “I’m giving you a choice. Just in case you feel like running away.”
“I don’t like being in debt,” Nesta murmured, her hands briefly sliding to the waist of his pants before pulling back in a teasing gesture.
“You’re a very, very dangerous woman, Nesta Archeron,” Eris said, his voice low near her lips. “I’m going to lose my head.”
“I’ll mourn the loss,” she replied smoothly.
When they stepped out of the limousine, Nesta avoided glancing at the driver, while Eris rested his hand on her lower back, guiding her inside his apartment building. The night was still young.
cw: Brat taming, spanking, punishment, allusion to sex
"You're going to regret that," Eris murmured, a wicked smile playing on her lips as he leaned closer to Nesta.
The air between them crackled with challenge, and Nesta's eyes narrowed in response.
"Is that so?" Nesta's voice was as sharp as the knives she had been known to throw.
"You think you can handle me?"
Her question hung in the air like a dare, and Eris' smile grew more dangerous. He grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but not painful, and tugged her closer.
"Oh, I know I can," he said, his breath hot against her ear.
Nesta's heart skipped a beat, and she could feel the heat from his body seep into her own. The scent of him was intoxicating, a blend of musk and leather that made her knees weak.
She tried to pull away, but he held her fast.
"Prove it," she spat, her voice betraying none of the desire that was slowly pooling in her core.
With a low chuckle, Eris dragged her over to a nearby chair and sat down, his eyes never leaving hers.
He yanked her over his lap, her skirts billowing up around her waist. The cool air kissed her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine. Nesta felt vulnerable, but the thrill of the moment only made her more defiant.
"You've been a very naughty girl," Eris said, his voice thick with amusement.
His hand rested on her backside, a silent promise of what was to come.
Nesta squirmed, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and arousal.
"You're one to talk," she shot back, her voice a sultry whisper.
"Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing," Eris replied, his voice dropping to a seductive growl. "And you're about to find out just how good I am at it."
Without wasting another second, he raised his hand and brought it down with a firm smack on her plump ass.
Nesta gasped, the shock of the impact sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.
She had never felt anything like this before – a strange mix of pain and pleasure that made her want to both struggle free and push back for more.
"You're going to learn to obey me, little brat," Eris said, his voice filled with authority.
His hand rested on her burning skin for a brief moment before it lifted again, delivering another smack. Nesta's breath hitched, and she could feel herself growing wetter.
"You're enjoying this," Eris observed, a smug grin playing on his face. "But that's not enough. You need to learn your place."
He began to spank her in a rhythmic pattern, alternating cheeks, each smack a little harder than the last.
Nesta bit her bottom lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape. She could feel the heat from his palm spreading across her ass, the sting growing more intense with every impact.
Her pussy was throbbing now, and she could feel the dampness spreading between her legs.
"Count," Eris ordered, his hand stilling for a moment.
Nesta's breathing was ragged, her mind racing.
This was a game she hadn't anticipated playing with the infamous High Lord, and she didn't know if she could do it. But the look in his eyes, the dominance in his tone, it called to something deep within her, a need to push boundaries and submit.
"One," she murmured, the word barely escaping her lips.
Eris' hand descended again, a little harder this time.
"Two," she counted, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure.
The sound of his hand slapping against her skin filled the room, the noise echoing in her ears. Her body was alive with sensation, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation of the next smack.
"Three," she managed to get out as another blow landed, making her jolt.
The sting was intense, but it only served to fuel her desire. She felt her cheeks burn not just from the spanking, but also from the embarrassment of her body's traitorous response.
Eris paused, his hand hovering over her reddened skin.
"You're going to count to ten, Nesta. And with each number, you're going to apologize for your disobedience." His eyes bore into hers, a fierce challenge that she couldn't ignore.
Her breath came in short gasps, the heat of his hand branding her.
"Four," she murmured, the word almost a purr. "I'm sorry for questioning you."
"Five," Eris said, his palm coming down with a sharp crack. "And for that smart mouth."
Nesta's eyes watered, but she remained defiant.
"Five," she echoed, her voice shaky with need. "I'm sorry for my mouth."
Eris' hand paused, his gaze darkening with desire.
"Your mouth," he mused, his thumb tracing a slow, teasing circle on her ass. "It's going to get you in trouble one day, little brat."
He smacked her again, the sound echoing in the quiet room.
"Six," she gasped out.
The spanking continued, each smack sending a wave of pleasure rippling through her. Nesta found herself leaning into the pain, craving the next hit as if it were a sweet caress.
Her apologies grew more earnest with each number, the words slipping out between gasps and moans.
"Seven. Eight. I'm sorry for fighting you."
Eris's hand fell harder, and she felt the tension coil tighter in her belly.
"Nine," she whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut. The anticipation was almost unbearable.
"T..ten," she finally managed, her voice breaking.
He leaned in close, his breath warm on her neck.
"Very good," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, let's see how well you've learned your lesson."
He stood, setting her on her trembling legs.
Her ass was on fire, but she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her at his praise.
Nesta turned to face him, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and arousal. Eris's gaze dropped to her heaving chest, and she felt a smug satisfaction knowing she had affected him too.
"Is that all?" she asked, her voice a challenge.
"For now," Eris said, his eyes never leaving hers.
He stepped closer, so close she could feel the heat from his body, and ran a finger down her cheek.
"But don't think for a second that this is over. Your training has just begun."
A series of one-shots for each ship as demons and witches. All non-con/dubcon so check the tags!
Bow Down - elucien
When one of Elain's rituals releases more magic than usual, a much bigger demon than what she has ever protected herself against comes to her door. No amount of hidden traps and talismans can protect her from what he wants to take.
Toxic - feysand
Feyre has gotten her hands on spells far beyond her abilities, but that won't stop her from trying to use them. When Rhysand finds her unprotected, it is far, far too easy for him to coerce an untrained little witch into becoming his.
Tempt You - neris
After Feyre casts a spell far beyond her abilities, Nesta rushes to her house in an attempt to rescue her from powerful demons. She finds one on the front lawn before she can look for her sister, and quickly finds herself powerless to do anything but trap herself in a hopeless bargain.
