#poly!azris

Eris’s eyes gleamed as he took in the fleet of emotions that raced across Cassian’s face as they showed him the rope. It was the same black silk her and Azriel preferred to use, and ruin, with regular occurrence. They had a large supply, and Eris was excited to show Cassian just what he could do with his knots. “You’ve been bad, haven’t you pet?”  “I tried,” Cassian’s voice sounded absolutely wrecked. It was evident how much he’d tried to follow the rules, but Eris knew how much Cassian also loved to break them, how much he enjoyed this play of discipline within a scene. And that was the whole point of tonight. The four had planned, sharing their deepest desires, the fantasies that required something outside their happily completed mate bonds.  This has been one of Cassian’s requests, to be kept from his mate, to be pushed as far as their bond would allow. Eris intended to deliver. He ran the rope through his hands, feeling the solid length of it across the pads of his fingers.  “Trying isn’t good enough, now is it?”  Cassian swallowed, and Eris answered with a grin.  “I asked you a question, Cassian.”  “No, sir. It’s not good enough.”  “So eager,” Eris crooned at him as he approached the chair Cassian still sat in, his release drying across his chest. “So trainable.”  “But you need more, don’t you?” Eris ran the length of rope across Cassian’s arms where they still clutched the sides of the chair. “Holding yourself back isn’t enough to make the message stick. You have to be kept away.” 

Finish the chapter here.

You slam your book shut in your lap, entirely exhausted by the way that Azriel and Eris treat each other. It was difficult for all of you and you knew that they’d hopefully come to terms with the fact that there was a three-way mating bond eventually, but right now, that day could not come soon enough.

Slowly making your way up the stairs, you pray to the Mother that they resolve whatever it is that’s causing the issue before you make it up to your room. It’s unlikely, but a girl can wish.

Your hand is on the doorknob, ready to push the door open and give them your worst, lecturing them like the children they act as when they’re together. You’re over it, the three of you can’t have a single night without the two of them bickering and fighting and you’ve had enough.

“You’re really fucking annoying,” Azriel growls. There’s the sound of grunting and a body falling – or perhaps being thrown – onto the bed. Your brows pinch together in confusion, letting your hand go slack on the knob in favor of pressing your ear up against the thick door to hear what’s going on.

“And you’re really fucking slow. Why are there thirty buckles on these fucking pants?” The sound of Azriel beating Eris’ hands away so he can undo the leathers himself is unmistakable. You couldn’t blame Eris at all because when you were just as desperate to get Azriel out of his training gear you swore the buckles multiplied tenfold. Your heart jumps in your chest as you hear the clothing dropped to the floor, at thought of what exactly is happening on the other side of that door.

“Why don’t you do us both a favor and put that mouth to better use,” Azriel hisses as Eris shoves him back onto the bed.

There’s the thundering sound of a slap and a deep moan you recognize as Eris’. The noise is cut off abruptly, presumably by Azriel’s mouth as you can hear their hot, wet kisses from the other side of the door.

Your cunt throbs but you’re not ready to go inside yet, no matter how badly you want to see what’s going on. You don’t want them to know you’re out here, clenching your legs together at the debauched sounds they're making.

Maybe they didn’t hate each other as much as they claimed.

Azriel catches the auburn haired males sharp jaw in a firm grasp, forcing him to look up from where he’s down on his knees in front of him, mouthing at his muscular thighs like he was made for it, about to take his cock into his mouth.

“If you burn me I’ll fucking kill you.”

He’s not all that sure he likes the way his cock betrays him by twitching at the mirth in Eris’ eyes.

His breath catches in his throat as Eris takes him in for multiple reasons. His mouth is so warm, so inviting, his skilled tongue carefully swirling around his length as he works his way down, he’s never felt anything quite like this. 

At the same time, he receives word from a whisper of darkness that takes its time arriving at his ear, ghosting across the curve of Eris’ ass and spine, drawing a filthy groan from the lordling that makes your knees weak. The tendril of darkness reporting exactly what he and the male on his cock were hoping for.

That you are right outside the room.

You press your forehead to the cool hardwood of the door, hoping that the chill helps calm your burning skin.

The sounds they’re making are filthy and you know that you can cum from just hearing them, but you’d really rather not make your presence known yet, knowing you’d be unable to hold back the moans that are already threatening to spill from your lips.

You should’ve known better than to think you could go undetected.

“(Y/N),” Azriel’s strained voice calls, and of course he knows you’re standing on the other side of the door, those pesky shadows. “Are you going to come in and enjoy the fun or are you just going to listen from out there?”

You startle slightly, pulling back from the doorway. Of course you were going to go inside now, wouldn’t miss out on seeing this, taking a shaky breath to try and steady your racing heart. Your hand is trembling almost as much as your legs are as you twist the knob and push open the thick door.

Gods, what’s happening before you is absolutely fucking sinful.

Eris is down on his knees between Azriel’s legs, who’s leaned back on the bed, his tanned skin on display for you to drink in selfishly. He’s propped up on his forearms, head thrown back in bliss, as Eris greedily sucks his cock with such precision and skill that Azriel can’t even begin to think of how the heir could be so good.

His breath hitches and his abdominals flex deliciously as Eris does something positively ungodly with his tongue at the tip of his cock before taking him as far as he can, the warmth of his mouth feeling like the perfect home.

It still comes in second place to your mouth, that is.

Eris’ auburn hair is disheveled, even more so when Azriel’s large hand brushes the stray strands from the Autumn native’s forehead before he fists the locks and gives a sharp tug. The male on his knees releases a corrupt moan around Azriel’s cock, which in turn causes the shadowsinger to exhale a growl of pleasure.

The smirk on his lips when his head tips forward is wicked. He stares at you through half-lidded eyes, pupils fully dilated with arousal. You know they can both scent your want–need from where you’re frozen in the doorway.

“Yeah, that’s fucking right, take it. I knew that fucking mouth was more useful doing something else.”

The strong column of his neck is already littered with bruises but you think you see a few spots where you can mark him with your mouth, if you can even make your way all the way over to where they are.

The sound of Eris’ wet mouth as Azriel fucks into it is something that you never hope to forget.

“Care to join?” Eris asks, pulling off of Azriel’s cock with a pop. The shadowsinger hisses as the chill of the room caresses his glistening dick, using the hand he has twisted in the strawberry locks to try and shove the autumn native back down onto it, missing the heat of his mouth already.

He had been well on his way to cuming right down Eris’ throat.

“No,” you blurt, and even Azriel’s movements stop, lifting his gaze from Eris’ to yours.

Dark brows furrow in confusion as ruddy chestnut eyes stare at you. The hand loosens in Eris’ hair in shock and he strokes calming circles into Azriel’s thighs as they wait for you to continue.

“I want to watch,” you breathe bashfully, cheeks turning a rosy pink at your admission. 

Eris smirks and Azriel hums, letting his head fall back onto the mattress beneath him. His orgasm has ebbed off from the worry that came with you not wanting to join them, thinking they’d done something wrong, but now knowing that you want to watch instead…his cock twitches against his hip.

“By all means,” Eris’ voice is like silk, even though he’d had Azriel’s cock shoved so far down his throat you didn’t think he’d be able to speak for days after, which you’re now realizing might’ve been what Azriel had wanted anyway.

You watch Eris return to work, kissing at the sensitive parts of Azriel’s thighs, sucking a deep purple mark into his lower abdomen, one that would sit right above the waistline of his pants.

He crawls higher, biting, nipping, sucking at every ripple of muscle that he can, enjoying the way Azriel’s hands caress and trail across his body as he moves up, tracing a puckered scar with the tip of his tongue.

The hot sensation of his mouth causes Azriel to gasp and his grip to firm on Eris’ hips. He’s panting, cock aching, jumping with need everytime any part of Eris’ body glides across it. He doesn’t know how long he’s going to last.

Your feet come unfrozen from the floor as Eris reaches Azriel’s mouth, dipping down for their lips to meet with a fiery passion. Azriel is quick to respond, burning his fingers back into the disheveled locks of the autumn male, teeth biting, clashing, dragging harshly against each other's lips until Eris gasps in pleasure when the shadowsinger bucks up against him, sneaking his tongue into Eris’ mouth.

You head towards the comfortable couches near the fireplace, eyes never leaving the two males gliding together on the bed. Eris grinds down against Azriel’s cock and they both make sounds of pleasure, keens and whimpers for more, begging the other for it.

It would be impossible to look away if you tried.

You settle onto the couch, wasting no time, kicking off your panties beneath your skirts before you sit. You won’t be needing them and they’re working too quickly for you to undo all of the clasps of your dress, hiking up the fabric to get a hand on yourself.

Azriel’s tongue rubs along Eris’ straight teeth before diving deeper. He can taste the faint flavor of himself in Eris’ hot mouth as he slides back, one hand on the other males him to drag him up the bed for more room.

His hands roam Eris’ body, faltering when he feels a few scars across the side of his abdomen. From what, he could only begin to wonder, but then he hears your gasp, his shadows telling him that you’ve snuck your hand down to your cunt, gathering the slickness and slowly teasing your clit as you watch them with wide eyes. That knowledge, mixed with Eris’ warm hands gripping his cock have the thoughts of where he got these scars eddying from his mind.

Azriel grunts and arches into Eris at the feeling. You swallow dryly as you watch, their two powerful bodies writhing, grinding against each other like two Gods sculpted from marble you’d seen in the Dawn Court. Your breathing is coming out in little pants as you tease yourself, skirts lifted and bunched around your waist.

The low dip of your corseted top is easy to maneuver, pausing your ministrations to lean forward and pull the ties loose, letting the top fall away so you can play with your peaked nipple in time with your swollen clit.

Azriel’s length is heavy in Eris’ palm as he rubs, eliciting the most delicious sounding moans, his body curving, seeking out Eris’ after a particularly pleasurable twist of his hand.

Scarred hands trail down the length of Eris’ spine, causing him to whimper into Azriel’s mouth as he shudders in its wake. The autumn royal’s body collapses on top of the tanned one of the male under him, pinning his hand around Azriel’s cock between them.

Azriel’s fingers glide over the curve of his ass and Eris keens when he brushes over his pucker, pulling away from his mouth, face twisted with pleasure and eyes fully dilated.

“Please,” he begs, hips desperately trying to follow the barely there circles of his fingers. Azriel stops him from moving with his free hand because he’s brushing up against his painfully hard cock and if he doesn’t stop he’s going to cum before he even gets to be inside Eris.

He takes a moment to admire the male on top of him, pink lips swollen red, mottled with color that sticks out in such contrast to the paleness of his skin. Even his freckles seem to be alight, like embers of the fire burning within him, and Azriel can’t help but swallow harshly as realization dawns on him. He’s liked everything that has to do with the inferno that is Eris, his warm mouth, hot hands streaking across his skin and around his cock…maybe he’ll get over his fear of fire yet.

Eris follows his plea with a squeeze to Azriel’s cock, drawing an answer from him.

“Okay, Eris,” Azriel’s voice takes on the same tone it does when you’re the one whining beneath him, a mess of heightened emotions, and the way that Eris reacts to it – a sigh of relief when he’s gifted a soft kiss, shuddering as Azriel presses his finger in – has you biting your lip harshly as you circle your finger faster, afraid to drag the attention to yourself.

Azriel is as eager as the strawberry haired male, rutting his hips into Eris’ as he slowly works his way in. His finger drags against the snug walls, searching slowly, teasing in and out as he reaches for the oil on the nightstand.

Eris growls when Azriel slips his finger out because it hadn’t been enough, he’d just barely had the finger inside of him before he was pulling away. The shadowsinger is quick to stifle it with a kiss. He doesn’t need to see as he slicks his digits with the oil, doesn’t care if he’s making a mess upon the heir’s back, he doesn’t care about any of that.

He nearly wails at the loss but then Azriel is rubbing at his rim again, and his finger slides in much easier this time.

A broken moan escapes the freckle male and he presses eagerly back against the finger, Azriel watching with dark eyes, “That’s it, fireling, that’s a good boy.”

You think you might bite right through your lip then. Azriel was normally a male of few words, but he really opened up in the bedroom, filthy words escaping his lips, praises and kisses of all kinds. You can see that Eris likes it just as much as you do because he’s planting both of his hands on either side of Azriel’s head for stability as he ducks down to kiss him.

Eris’ eyes roll into the back of his head as Azriel finds the bundle of nerves he’s been searching for, nearling going boneless, letting out a garbled moan to which Azriel responds with a grunt of agreement and a buck of his hips.

It’s nearly too much, watching them going at it, how they’d went from fighting to having sex together in the span of minutes. All because you were withholding from them due to their constant arguments. Well this was one way to make up for it for sure.

You’re already so close to the edge and the hadn’t even started the main event but you can’t hold it in, they’re too beautiful, fucking effortless as they devour eachother like they actually do hate each other.

You spill over the edge with a cry that drags both of their attention to where you’re dragging slow circles around your clit as you come down from your high. Both of their cocks twitch and Azriel choses now to slip a second finger into Eris, his bones shuddering as both of your moans reverberate in his body.

They watch your chest heave, your delicate fingers until they come to a rest. You know you’ll orgasm again before either of them, but you don’t care, this was truly something else.

“Good job, baby,” Azriel praises and Eris murmurs his agreement, your cunt clenching in reflex. Gods, the things that these males could do to you, taking you apart with only their words.

When you feel like you’re able to open your eyes again you flush, because your two partners are still staring at you, all dark eyes and eager.

“What?” you squeak, and there’s a sudden urge to pull your skirts down even though they had seen you naked multiple times before. Your hand twitches but you don’t act on it.

“Do you want to watch me ride Azriel’s cock or do you want him to be on top?” Eris’ voice is a drawl of lust, anticipation all in one. He rocks back on Azriel’s fingers, a third in there now, scissoring and brushing up against his walls as they make room for the Illyrian’s cock.

You exhale harshly as the thought of them in both positions makes your cunt throb with pleasure. Your hand jerks again, not to cover yourself but to touch.

“Ride him, Eris,” you respond eventually. Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll get to see the other position someday too.

“Atta girl,” Azriel responds, still working his fingers as Eris sits up, snatching the oil from where the shadowsinger had abandoned it. He pours some in his hands, warming it up with the flames that live inside of him before he’s reaching down for Azriel’s cock again, slicking it up.

Eris presses featherlight kisses to Azriel’s collarbones and the shadowsinger's stomach dips in anticipation. He nods softly at Azriel, pecking him on the lips, letting him know that he’s ready.

Azriel slowly removes his fingers, one last brush against Eris’ prostate that has the heir squirming and whimpering with pleasure. He’s achingly hard, but the sight before him is like a dream, and he can’t wait to be inside of him. 

Taking Azriel’s cock in hand, Eris lines him up, fitting his ass to the male’s hips, rubbing the tip of his cock against his hole.

There’s twin moans of relief as you watch Eris slide down on Azriel’s cock, taking in all of his thickness greedily.

He’s pretty sure he blacks out for a second. Eris’ breath catches in his throat at the press of Azriel’s dick inside of him and it seems to be never ending, so big that he feels like it’s hitting the back of his throat when their hips finally meet.

Your fingers had found your clit again, already working yourself up to another orgasm when the show has only just started.

“Are you okay?” Azriel murmurs, a strain to his voice like he’s forcing himself not to grab Eris by the hips and fuck up into him. Instead, he mouths at the heir’s throat, making his way to his parted lips.

“Mph,” Eris is utterly breathless and blissed out already, can’t even move with the way he feels so full. “Move.”

The inky haired male holds him impossibly close as he slides slowly out, all the way until it’s just his tip that’s nestled inside of the autumn male, jutting into him once more. He feels Eris’ nails scratching down his sides and he revels in the burn from it, spurring him on.

“Fuck,” Azriel gasps, “You feel so good.”

Eris moans in agreement and you can’t take your eyes off of them, Eris urging Azriel to move faster, bobbing his own hips in time with the shadowsinger, meeting his thrusts with his own. His body is set in a permanent arch with Azriel hitting the spot that makes him see stars with every press of his hips.

The lordling takes things into his own hands, hands pressing flush against Azriel’s tone chest, hauling himself upright to ride the Illyrian below him like the wild fireling he is.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join us, (Y/N)?” Azriel asks, his voice gravelly as Eris slides up and down on his cock. The veins in his neck stand out, strained, wings spread wide and falling off the sides of the bed as he watches through the hair that’s fallen into his eyes. “You can come sit on my face, baby.”

“Fuck,” you moan, tossing your head backwards as his words go straight to your cunt. You pinch your taut nipple, arching off of the couch, the fire building in your stomach and you’re so blissed out you don’t even think you could move across the room if you tried.

But there is always time for round two later.

“Keep going,” you urge, breathless. You’re too warm, should’ve made the time to take your skirts off but the two males weren’t waiting around for you when you arrived hastily, scrambling to find a better view.

Eris lets his head fall against Azriel’s. Their mouths are open, panting against each other, hot breath fanning over their faces as they share noises, moans and pleads for Azriel to go harder or how devastating Eris looks on top of him.

Azriel grips Eris’ hips, holding him tight against his body as he plants his feet into the bed, using it to leverage himself so he can jackknife up into Eris harshly, grunting harshly as he bites into the skin of the autumn male’s creamy shoulder.

Eris’ stomach coils tighter each time Azriel’s cock rubs over his prostate, and soon enough it’s a fire within him, so hot and intense he can hardly hold it in.

Much like yourself from your spot a few feet away, tucking your fingers inside in time with Azriel’s thrusts, gathering your slick and rubbing furiously over your clit as the shadowsinger growls in pleasure, making a mess of yourself.

Their scents are nearly overpowering, and you suck in breath greedily as night-chilled mist and nutty whiskey mix, pulling you closer and closer to your own edge.

“Azriel,” Eris pants, begging, hoping that the shadowsinger understands what he’s asking for.

And he does because his thrusts pick up even more and his hand snakes down between them, taking hold of the lordling's neglected cock, pumping in time with his thrusts. He can feel Eris throbbing in his palm and he squeezes harder, tugging him as his hips stutter inside of him. He’s so close, you’re so close, Eris is–

Moaning loud and unabashed, perfect mouth parting as he orgasms, creamy, hot cum streaming between their chests.

Eris’ reaction has Azriel spilling over the edge, the red heads ass tightening deliciously around his cock as he cums. Azriel buried his head into Eris’ neck to muffle his groan as he lets go blissfully, hips faltering in Eris as he continues to milk the other male.

The sight and sounds of it has you following right after, toppling into oblivion, the three of you panting for breath in the aftermath of what was the most erotic thing you’ve experienced thus far.

You knew having two mates was going to be something special, but even you hadn’t quite expected this.

Azriel is the first to break the post-orgasmic silence, helping Eris off of his cock and tucking him into his side, brushing the fringe from his eyes and placing a soft kiss on his forehead, beckoning you with his free hand.