Since there is exactly one week until the day I plan to post my @polyacotarweek fic, I think it's time I share a little snippet of Nesta's adventure with Amren and Varian.... in their bed hehehehe
TW: NSFW
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[So 900 words may be too long for a snippet but just so you have an idea of what you're getting into, this is the message I sent @acourtofladydeath when I came up with this idea: (I think there is a sore lack of vamren in the community and shall I fix that by having them invite a third? Shall it be Nesta? Shall Amren show her how to harness her potential by taking it out on a needy overstimulated Varian?)
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âOh sweetie, Iâm sorry, did we leave you alone too long,â Amren coos to her lover. Varian sits exposed on a simple wooden chair in the middle of the coupleâs bedroom. The Summer Court maleâs head is hanging low, his white tendrils of hair acting like a shield in front of his face. Nesta did not pick up on any sort of response from the male that indicates that he acknowledges their presence. She takes a quick peek over at Amren and decides not to worry after finding the other female to seem emphatically unconcerned. Nesta watches on silently as the tiny fae takes a couple soft predatory steps towards the subdued male. Nonetheless, she stills to take in the view of the delicious specimen of man in front of her. Nesta can admit fully that she has never really given much thought to Varian before, not really having much time to assess him in the short three months after the war with Hybern. However, now, she canât seem to look away from the large maleâs thick muscular thighs, his heavy cock, his beautiful dark skinâfuck, Nesta feels her cunt throb in anticipation.Â
âBaby boy,â Amren releases another coo, causing Varian to finally raise his gaze to meet his Mistresses and causing Nesta to shiver for a different reason entirely. Now, not only does she have a better view of the male himself, a white blindfold and ball gag rendering his sight and ability to speak obsolete; but also she can see his nostrils flaring and his muscles twitching. Nesta is absolutely enraptured in the scene in front of her as she watches Varian suddenly seem to try to lunge in Amrenâs direction, the man trying and failing to get closer to her, his muscles bulging in their effort to win a one-sided battle against his restraints.
But it isnât until Nesta spots Varianâs collar, large and heavy on his neck, that she feels her nipples harden and another bout of wetness starting to form between her folds. Here, on Varianâs neck, in Amrenâs apartment in Velaris, was one of the Summer Courtâs infamous blood rubies. The massive jewel's weight was supported by a two-inch thick diamond encrusted platinum band. She knows it must sit heavy on his neck, it seems almost impossible that a jewel that large could be fixed upon a collar without falling, but here it stands.
Last Nesta had checked, the source material of Prythianâs most common nightmares had decided to use this âthreatâ as a paperweight. Although, she canât deny how much the pathway to her center steams at the thought of the Summer Court male being made to wear a sign of ownership stamped with the ultimate symbol of betrayal of his own court, an invocation of a feud on a personal level.Â
Nesta canât help but muse over what the thrill of incurring such a depth of loyalty from another must taste like, she wonders too, greedily and needily what it feels like to be such a fearsome predator to surpass the laws of societal expectation. Is this Amrenâs subtle yet personal way of invoking her own feud, a remnant of the possessive creature that once roamed inside of her that is furious at the land for claiming ownership of something that she marked as hers. She also wonders heatedly, enviously, what it would be like to be wanted that furiously. Need starts to play at the strings of her core, she can feel it heating and readying itself for something more.
âDonât be shy now boy,â Amren instructs Varian, the man immediately turning his head in the direction of her voice, clearly desperate for her touch. Nesta would be lying if she said the palpable smell and taste of his desperation didnât cause her clit to start to throb.
The sweetness of the pair in front of her simultaneously puts Nesta on edge as well as incurs yet another thrum of heat inside of her. Amren is never sweet. Nesta watches on as her mentor finally reaches her loverâno, her pet. Amren looks Varian up and down with a hungry gleam in her eye before grabbing his chin roughly, causing what sounds like a gruff moan to escape the large manâs lips. Thatâs all it took? Nesta thinks to herself.Â
âYou havenât even been touched boy and youâre already sweating?â Amren tuts, roughly maneuvering his chin as she gives him a thorough inspection, the male seemingly keening into the contact despite its roughness. Nesta tries not to get whiplash as Amren softly pats the maleâs cheek twice with her free hand before letting it drop to rest on her waist.
âPathetic,â the ancient one scoffs, finally releasing her other handâs grip on his chin.Â
Nesta realizes that the male in front of her is not the same one that has been a frequent guest at their dinner table over the last couple of months. No, tonight she is not looking at the same captain of Tarquinâs guard nor the commendable battle tactician that she has come to know. Instead, Nesta finds herself looking at Amrenâs pet. As soon as the thought crosses her mind though, Nesta is hit by a shudder that rolls through her entire body, a shock of a reprimand from something deep in her core, something primal. No, Nesta reprimands herself, straightening her posture as she starts to make her own way towards Varian. Tonight, he is her prey.
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hehehehe if you liked this then feel free to come back next week to see the full thing (hopefully I will come up with a title before then)
EDIT: im slow so this is going to be posted on the free day!!!!
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She made herself look at each one of them in turn. Azriel, who like always, kept his face neutral, emotions shut down. If he had any feelings about seeing her here, she couldnât read it on his face. Cassian had a mask of his own, one that made him seem like an open book to most. But he had become Rhysâ commander for a reason, just as she had become Drakonâs. It was a glint in his eyes and a waver in that charmerâs smile that said the wound she left hadnât healed entirely. How could it, without a formal rejection? She was even more of a bitch than she felt like that day.
As for Rhys, the look in his eyes made her wonder how much stock could be put in the rumors sheâd heard about the Lord of Nightmares. There was nothing of the young prince sheâd tangled with in the soft moments between the chaos of battle. Here they were, caught up in another war, another moment of calm. So much was left unspoken, yet nothing went unheard. What cold first words did he intend to deliver?
âA commander. Just as we expected.â She blinked, waiting for something to follow that would cut her to the quick. âYou were the best among your peers, after all.â
I actually have hella plans for this year muahahahaahahahahahhaahah (aka I drop my first smut for poly week, then I continue working on the next chapter of Rancor and Risotto, and then some point after I post that I will probs officially announce my AFTG X ACOTAR crossover) hehehe toodles
