But Azriel? Oh, he was panicking.

His shadows weren’t nearly as sluggish as he was. They kept roaming back and forth between the two of you, brushing soft tendrils delicately across your cheeks, your wrists, your ankles, and then, tentatively, your stomach.

"Baby."

"Baby."

"Baby," they kept repeating back to him, but the poor man remained as frozen as the Winter Court.

"Say something, godsdamn it!" You came to a sudden stop, looking at your mate with widened, watery, panicked eyes. "Are you upset? Do you not want it? Or... do you want it, but not with me? Oh gods, you look pale. White as a ghost. Fuck, I shouldn't have said anything, but Madja and Feyre both said you'd figure it out sooner or later anyway, and I didn't want you to be upset because I kept it from you, so I thought I should just tell you..."

You kept rambling, the words blurring into gibberish because you were completely, utterly terrified. And Azriel just stood there—his hands and jaw slack, pupils blown wide, doing nothing but staring.

Because this dream was something deeply buried inside his chest. It was a dream he had only ever just dared to imagine himself fulfilling.

And now, panic gripped him.

What if he wasn't capable of being a father? He didn't even know what a good father was supposed to look like. What if the child grew up hating him? What if they suffered just for being the child of a bastard, brute Illyrian?

What if—

"Az?" Your voice cut through the endless spiral of his dark, doubting thoughts.

You stood across from him, looking so small, with tears glistening in your eyes.

Oh gods, what have I done?, he thought, his heart squeezing painfully inside his chest.

"Do you not want it?" you asked, your voice small and painfully uncertain.

"No!" he said, but he immediately winced as your face crumpled. "I—I mean… I'm not… I'm not mad about it. At all."

Mother above, he was sweating.

You stood still, anxiously wringing your fingers. "But?" you asked, your voice broken and wobbling.

Azriel remained quiet as he stepped closer to you. He genuinely expected you to step out of his way—to push him away.

But you didn't. You waited for him, waiting for his touch.

"I'm happy because it happened with you," he murmured, tentatively brushing a knuckle over your wet cheek. You bit your lip, but your chin still quivered.

Azriel's heart was beating rapidly—so loud you could hear it—but down the bond, you could feel his unmistakable fear.

His voice was quiet as he spoke. "I don't know how to fulfill the role of a good father."

Your face softened.

You knew all about the painful, terror-filled childhood in which your mate had grown up. You knew that even after all this time, he still beat himself up, still carrying the deep-seated belief that he wasn't deserving of unconditional love. He was terrified that somewhere along the line, that he would mess up and lose you for good. For so long, he had been convinced that you deserved someone else—someone who wasn’t as deeply broken as he was.

It had taken time, but you had never turned your back on him. You had kept showing him, day after day, just how much you loved him. You had proven to him that he was deserving of goodness, of unconditional love, and of protection.

"Az," you whispered softly, gently brushing his hair away from his beautiful eyes to force him to look at you. "I love you."

He sucked in a sharp breath.

"What your father was," you said firmly, "doesn't mean you are him."

His dark eyes bored into yours, his ragged breath fanning over your tear-soaked face. His massive wings, along with his arms, were still heavy and sluggish for someone so feared all across Prythian.

"What if I fuck up?" he whispered carefully, the vulnerability in his voice nearly breaking your heart.

"We’re first-time parents," you said softly. You reached up, gently cupping his face and brushing your palm against his cheek. He instantly leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a brief second as if your hand was his only anchor. "We’re both going to fuck up sometimes, Az. That's just a part of it."

Azriel weakly shakes his head. "No, I mean… what if they’ll hate me?"

A small, tender smile tugged at your lips, and you let out a soft wet laugh, leaning forward to press your forehead against his. "They won't. Well… maybe when they’re teenagers and want to rebel. But never for real."

He breathed out a shaky sigh, his large hands finally moving to rest gently on your hips, anchoring you to him. "How are you so calm?"

"Because," you murmured, sliding your fingers through the dark strands of his hair, "I know our baby is going to grow up in a house completely overflowing with love. I know his father might be the Shadowsinger—feared across all of Prythian—but to our little one, he’ll just be the center of the world. He’s going to look at you and want to be exactly like his dad."

A spark of something warm and bright lit up his eyes, his grip on your hips tightening just a fraction. "His dad..." He paused, swallowing hard as a soft, rare smile finally broke through his rugged features. "You kept saying 'he.' You think it's a boy?"

You bit your lip, but a soft giggle escaped, suddenly shy as you looked up at him, nodding as you slid your arms around his neck to pull him closer. "I had a dream that you were holding a little winged babe, his little face calm as he snoozed on your chest,” Azriel’s eyes widen slightly, his mouth falling open.

“So, I hope it’s a boy. A sweet little boy who looks just like you,” you kiss him softly. “You're going to show him exactly how beautiful it is to be loved, Az. I know it. You deserve it.”

You deserve it.

The words echoed deeply inside Azriel’s chest. As he looked down at you—at your beautiful, radiant smile, the happy tears now glistening in your eyes, and the way your entire face lit up with an ethereal warmth—he couldn't help but believe it. He believed, that the Mother truly wanted him to be happy. That you, his mate, wanted nothing more than to give him a joyful life.

So, he smiled.

It was a wide, breathtaking smile that bloomed across his face before breaking into a soft, rare laugh. The mating bond between you vibrated violently, flooded with pure love and dizzying excitement.

Azriel gently tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, cradling your face inside his large, scarred palms.

Hands that you loved so deeply. Hands that brought an instant wave of comfort, making you feel entirely protected, cherished, and safe.

"You're glowing," he murmured, his voice thick with awe as he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the entire world.

But now it’s two.

"Because you make me happy," you whispered back, leaning into his touch. "Because I'm your mate. I'm your wife."

"And the mother of my child," he added, the words sounding sacred on his lips. His thumbs gently stroked your cheekbones, wiping away the remnants of your tears.

"You're going to be a father, Az," you laughed, the sound watery but bursting with happiness. You slid your hands up to rest over his broad chest, feeling the steady, rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palms. "Is it too early to start picking out baby names?"

Azriel let out another laugh, the sound rich and low in his chest.

He didn't answer with words. Instead, he wrapped his arms securely around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest and burying his face into the crook of your neck. His large wings folded entirely around the two of you, shielding you both from the rest of the world like a cocoon.

As he held you there in the quiet safety of your room, one of his large hands slowly moved down, sliding away from your waist to rest incredibly gentle over your still-flat stomach. He let out a long, contented sigh against your skin, holding you close as if he would never, ever let go.

“I love you,” he whispers against your ear.

————————————————————————

It wasn’t always this bad.

He chalked it up to Solstice being the reason he ever entered the jewelry store to begin with. He needed a gift for Amren after all.

What he hadn’t accounted for was you.

You watched you emerge from the back, wiping your hands on a towel, and removed the loop from your face as he walked in. Winter afternoon sun filtered in. Where it reflected off the snow outside, it glinted off the shining jewels and metals in here. Metal and gems of all kinds, elegantly set with precision and displayed in glass cases.

And yet he found you to be the brightest jewel among them.

“Hello, welcome in!” you greeted, bright and warm from behind a display case.

He gave a small nod in acknowledgment, tearing his eyes away.

“Are you looking for anything in particular?” you asked gently, head slightly tilted.

“Something unique. For a solstice gift,” he explained quietly, scanning the pieces. From rings to elaborate, layered necklaces—no doubt heavier than they looked—they rested on plush satin pillows or small velvet busts. His gaze flicked up at you briefly, assessing just as quickly. It was a centuries’ old habit; he was a spymaster after all.

“Everything here is custom and made in-house, so you’re sure to find what you’re looking for,” you replied lightly, stopping behind a display case of pieces that were embedded with diamonds and emeralds. He watched you pull out one of those velvet busts that held a necklace. “This is a part of our upcoming spring collection,” you added with a small smile, meeting his eyes.

They were undoubtedly beautiful, he thought, as were your eyes, he added mentally despite himself. He immediately shook that thought away. Where had that even come from?

While beautiful, it didn't feel right for Amren. “It’s beautiful,” he began, hazel eyes flicking up to yours briefly. They were much brighter up close; not just the color but also the shine in them. “Beautiful, but I don't think it’s quite what I'm looking for," he added almost apologetically. His gaze was dragged away in favor of the other display cases, attention snagging on a display case a few yards away.

His shadows trailed behind him as always as he neared it. Silver metal weaving, looping around twilight-colored gems, a mixture of sharp elegance, cut and set with unbelievable craftsmanship. Everything here was, he realized.

His gaze flicked up as you neared before returning. These seemed more Amren’s style. “I'll take this one,” he said, glancing between you and the elaborate necklace resting on a black velvet bust.

He watched you smile, carefully packing up the necklace and ringing him up. He handed you the payment in exchange for the bag. His fingers brushed against yours briefly, his stomach giving a strange twirl, but he promptly named it as hunger.

— • —

It had been six months since then, and he was—by definition—addicted.

Amren had loved the gift (as much as Amren would approve), and Azriel had conveniently used her as an excuse for the following visits where he could. At first, it was twice a month, and then it became weekly. Then he thought a couple of extra times wouldn’t hurt until one day, he blinked and realized it had become at least twice a week.

All because he wanted to catch a glimpse of you.

Sure, he was a spymaster and could, well, spy on you if he really wanted, but that was creepy, and a creep was the last thing Azriel had wanted you to think of him.

He still found any and all excuses to come into the shop, never once leaving without a new purchase. An alleged birthday here, a “need to return to good graces” gift there. Luckily, you hadn't asked why or how he was such a loyal customer. He just was.

Of course, Azriel was beginning to suspect why he was. What exactly about you intrigued him in a way he’d only felt twice before? He also knew the heartache that paired with both of those times. So, like before, he’d do what he’s done best for centuries—observe from afar. Yearn from afar (but he didn’t dare label it that).

“Oh, before you go,” you began, eyes lighting up just as you handed him the small bag of his new purchase of silver bands. Not marital kinds, of course, but something new and for once, himself. Not that it would be suited for his occupation, but perhaps something new to try.

His eyes flicked to yours, expectant, but as always, his face never gave anything away. He thought it was curious—precious even—how opposite you were to him in the smallest ways. You are bright and expressive to his careful neutrality and aloofness.

“Since you’re my most loyal—and favorite, but don’t tell anyone else that—customer, I wanted to give you something. I know it’s not much, but I just wanted to give you…something special as a token of my appreciation.” You spoke—rambled really—with a small laugh. Nervous, even as he watched you hand over a small box from under the register.

He blinked and then tentatively took the box. “Oh,” he murmured, briefly dumbfounded. He carefully removed the lid, revealing a simple silver chain. It was woven tightly, seeming closer to tightly woven moonlight plucked from the night itself. Like everything else in the shop—that you made, he’d learned by his third visit—it was beautiful. Whether it was the artistry or perhaps because he started seeing parts of you through every purchase, he wasn't sure.

A scarred thumb gently stroked over the finely detailed metalwork. He opened his mouth to speak, but your nervous rambling beat him to it.

"I… I don't often make jewelry for males, let alone chains like that, but I'm trying something new, and thus a collection, so I thought, why not give you something exclusive?" You added softly, quickly, and with animated gestures. He didn’t miss how you wrung your fingers. It was preciously endearing to him.

His gaze searched yours, and for the first time since you’d met, he had the faintest hint of a genuine smile. “Thank you, then.” He replied just as quietly, securing the chain back in the box and into the bag with a reverence as if it were precious glass.

Azriel's crush had now grown to an exponential, out-of-control, big fat crush.

— • —

It had been a month since that visit.

In that time, he’d caught himself briefly grazing fingers along the chain when he was alone, disguising it as scratching an itch or a collar adjustment. Sometimes his shadows would twine around it like snakes hugging a branch. And every instance, without fail, he’d catch himself thinking about you. About your eyes or your smile, your voice or your laugh. The minimal contact of fingers brushing against yours at the end of every trip to your store.

How and when did he let it get this bad?

For better or for worse, Azriel is sure you haven't noticed the way his gaze softens a fraction or how he tries to linger in your shop for a few seconds longer.

He needed to get a grip. He was going to finally do something about it.

He sighed a breath before he entered your shop, the familiar little bell signaling his arrival.

He watched you smile and thank a customer just as you wrapped up their purchase.

He watched your gaze meet his halfway across the store, and for one delusional moment, he let himself believe that your eyes lit up and sparkled a little more in recognition of him.

"Hey!" you greeted, bright and warm as ever.

"Hi," he breathed, watching your smile grow a fraction. He felt his shadows buzz with excitement but kept it contained. Or perhaps it was nerves. He wasn't sure yet.

"What's led you to little ole me today?” you mused, leaning against the display case that always separated you two.

He shrugged with a smile, tugging his lips before pretending to look around, browsing. Many of the pieces were familiar, some new, but quite frankly, and for once, he wasn’t here to buy something.

"Not sure. But I'll know when I see it," he replied quietly, passing a gold and ruby collection. How could he possibly say, “I'm here for you. I only ever come here to see you." How could he say every silly, corny, stupid line that’s crossed his mind for nearly the past year without sounding like a desperate fool or worse?

You huffed a laugh, accustomed to him and this routine. So you just watched him browse from the corner of your eye as you moved about the shop.

A few quiet minutes have passed, only filled with footsteps on hardwood and occasional shuffling.

Azriel nearly lost his mind, and you were none the wiser. He felt like his world was crashing and healing all at once, all by you just being in the room. Selfishly, he wanted more.

In the next fifteen minutes, he miraculously mustered up the courage. He selected a random bracelet—one he couldn't be bothered to even ask the story of, like he normally would. He watched you ring him up like always, handing over the small bag in exchange for payment.

When his fingers brushed against yours just enough, just like always, he lost his nerve.

He'd faced unfathomable evils, fears turned tangible, and flirted with death more times than any soul should. Yet this seemed to be the most terrifying among them.

He mustered a polite smile and decided his plan would have to wait another time as he turned to leave.

It seemed fate was taking matters into her own hands. Or rather his shadows, for they tugged him to a stop just as he reached to open the door. They seemed adamant that he’d go through with this today. No amount of pulling or mental scolding got them to let go. "Traitors," he thought.

His shadows whispered in one ear how you were watching him from behind the register as he stood by the door, the other ear filled with encouragement that was borderline scolding.

You raised a slight brow as he froze, slowly turning on his heel after a minute.

"Azriel? Are you—”

"Are you free tonight?” He blurted, searching your gaze from across the shop. He was sure you could hear his heart pounding and prayed to the Mother you didn’t. He watched you blink twice, undoubtedly startled.

"I—yes?" You replied though it came out like a question more than a statement.

His lips parted, words dancing on his tongue. He was caught in the middle between his heart and mind, logic and emotion. Desire and self-preservation.

"I…would you like to get dinner with me?” He rushed out before he gave up now, holding your gaze. Azriel watched you blink twice before widening a fraction. Something buzzed with satisfaction as his shadows whispered of a blush growing on your cheeks.

"Oh…" you murmured, your own heart skittering. “I…I would like that. "Yeah," you found yourself saying. It took every effort not to burst in disbelief or giddy excitement.

Maybe the universe wasn’t imploding for Azriel.

He huffed a disbelieving and excited laugh—the most emotion you’ve probably ever seen from him. "Good. That's…that's—yeah. Okay," he stammered, more to himself, like confirming this was real and happening. "Okay. I'll pick you up here at seven. Don't feel like you have to dress fancy," he added, finding his confidence and mental footing again despite his racing heart.

"Okay," you whispered, disbelieving yet elated. Your heart fluttered at his growing smile, one you couldn't help but mirror.

"Okay." He whispered back across the shop. "It's a date," he added, smirking as he watched your cheeks warm again. He memorized it—your beaming smile and sparkle in your eyes—like it would be the only thing to keep him alive until seven.

His gaze lingered before he finally left the shop with the biggest smile Velaris had ever seen from their Shadowsinger.

It only grew when a sneaky shadow lingering by your shop returned to his shoulder with whispers of your giddy shrieks and cheek-splitting grin a block away.

Azriel was utterly doomed yet was exactly where he wanted to be.

Notes: first time writing kinda nervous 🫣 any feedback is appreciated!

Ever since you’d started studying to become a Healer, you hadn’t been able to spend much time anywhere but the library.

Thankfully, you were close enough with Gwyn and Clotho that they gave you an office to keep your books in and have a quiet, private study space.

You sat in the desk chair of your office, elbows propped up on the desk and chin in hand. It was past midnight, but study calls. 

You flipped through one of your pre-Healer books half-asleep when a shadow landed on your shoulder and tickled at your neck.

“Hey Az,” you giggled, smiling.

Moments later, he appeared in the doorway with your favourite flowers in hand. 

He wasn’t in his battle attire, he wasn’t the scary Spymaster, he was just your loving mate.

You rose from your chair, heading to the doorway to greet him.

“Aw Azriel,” you grabbed the flowers then touched his face, “you’re the sweetest male in the world.”

“I miss my mate,” he said wearily.

Guilt swallowed you whole. You knew that Azriel hadn’t been on any official Night Court business trips in a while, and it was getting to him.

It was kind of a good thing because it meant no shady shit was going on that needed taking care of, but it was also a bad thing because Azriel needed the adrenaline of Spymaster duties. He was restless without it, and without you.

It was like he didn’t know what to do with all his free time. Especially since you were so busy studying. 

You couldn’t even remember the last time you had sex, which seemed to be exactly what Azriel was thinking too. 

You swatted some notebooks out of the way and placed the flowers on your desk, Azriel following you into your office.

“I know Az, I miss you too. I’m sorry I’ve been so busy lately and I haven’t had much time for us.”

“It’s okay princess…it makes me happy knowing you’re studying for something you want so bad. I’m really proud of you.”

Your heart melted at your mates reassuring words. You really loved him more than anything, and he was the only one to ever say he was proud of you, so every time he said it it was the best feeling in the world.

You leaned against your desk as Az put his hands on your waist.

“I love you,” you whispered to him.

He pressed his forehead to yours and the scent of him made your head spin.

“I love you too,” he whispered back and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“What’d you do today?”

“I paced around our bedroom, sparred with Rhys because I was jealous that he has his mate around all the time, made dinner, ate dinner, then Nesta said she was sick of my brooding and gave me one of her smutty books, and now I’m here because I don’t want to be away from you any longer.”

He nudged you with his head like a cat.

“Aw…so you read Nesta’s books huh?”

He smirked at you and bit his lip to hide his smile.

“Is that why you’re really here, Az?” You teased, “Did those books get you all worked up?”

“Maybe…but I do really miss you princess, I miss touching you,” he breathed and started moving his hands up your body.

You closed your eyes and inhaled. Your final exam was only two days away. You couldn’t get distracted now, when you were so close to the finish line.

You pushed off the desk and out of Azriel’s grasp.

“I miss you too sweetheart, I really do,” you started as you circled the desk to reach your chair, “but my exam is in two days. Just use that Spymaster patience for two more little days and then we can fuck like rabbits. I promise.”

He didn’t look convinced. 

“Babyy,” he whined, rolling his eyes and sinking defeatedly into the seat across your desk. 

“I’m sorry Az! You know how important this is, c’mon don’t be a big bat-baby, it's two days.”

“Just because you put emphasis on ‘two’ doesn’t make it sound better you know.”

You scoffed playfully at Azriel’s needy attitude, but you stood your ground.

“You heard me, Shadowsinger.”

He dipped his head and looked at you intensely with his hazel eyes; one of his wings twitched. 

“Fine,” he huffed, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

You smiled at having won, and because you liked seeing your mate all sexually frustrated like this. A little teasing never killed anyone. 

You assumed the same position you were in before Azriel entered. 

Roughly five minutes passed of you two sitting in complete silence. The only sound was the one of you flipping the page every now and again. 

Azriel was completely still the whole time, focused on you. Then, he moved.

He pushed his seat back, but instead of getting up, he tucked his wings in tight and got on his knees, crawling beneath the desk.

Your eyebrows rose.

“Az? What are you doing…?”

You looked down and he appeared right at your knees, placing a scarred hand on either one and slowly spreading them apart.

“You can keep reading your books all you want princess, but I can’t wait two minutes for you, let alone two days.”

You were at a loss for words. You knew Az loved going down on you, but you’d never seen him this desperate to taste and touch you. 

Once your knees were spread to his liking, he hooked his hands beneath your thighs and pulled your hips closer to him. You gasped as your ass slid down the seat of the chair. 

He bunched your short skirt up to your waist and lifted your legs so that your ankles rested atop your desk. You pushed your ankles down onto the desk to help you lift your hips up so Azriel could peel your panties off.

You were spread out, on full display before your mate who was on his knees, looking at your pussy like it was God. 

You softly moaned at the sight of him, and he did the same. 

He dragged his eyes from your wetting core back up to your eyes. 

“Keep reading.”

“What?”

“You need to study, right? So keep reading.”

Cauldron. There’s no way you’d be able to retain any of the information you read while Azriel ate you out. That male can and has made you scream on his tongue. 

“Read out loud this time,” he added before placing his hands on your thighs, readying himself.

He looked up at you in a way that you knew meant he wouldn’t start until you did. 

You grabbed the book off the desk and leaned back into the chair. 

“Chapter six, the limits of healing,” you started.

You felt Azriel’s breath against your pussy, and heard him mumble something along the lines of ‘I need you’ before he started pressing kisses to your cunt and flicking his tongue up and down it.

Your voice trembled as you continued reading.

“Th-there are b-boundaries of healing that should n-never be crossed, fuck, the c-conseq-quences will be deadly.”

Azriel licked and sucked at your pussy with wild desperation. 

He moaned as he sucked on you and spit on your pussy, licking his spit back up as it slid down your core and burying his face in you. 

His grip on your thighs was tight enough to leave bruises that matched his siphons. 

His wings began twitching underneath the desk, making it shake left and right. 

Azriel’s wings only twitched in unison like that when he was close to cumming…

Was he gonna cum just from tasting you? 

The thought pushed you right to the edge.

“Fuck, A-Azriel, I’m g-gonna cum.”

He groaned his approval against your pussy and plunged his tongue inside you, fucking you with it until you came on his tongue, your wetness dripping onto his chin. 

“It’s not enough,” he said as he practically threw the desk off his wings and stood up again, pulling you off the chair and bending you over the desk that was now five feet away from where it should be.

“I’m sorry princess, but your books can wait two minutes until I’ve had my turn with you,” he pulled your tank top over your head and grabbed your breasts, pulling you against his hard on.

“Azriel,” you breathed out, “I love it when you get like this.”

“Yeah? I’m sure you do,” he responded while he stripped out of his pants and underwear, “you’ve made me wait way too fucking long, I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

He lined his hard length up with your entrance and moved himself against your clit.

“I’m sorry baby,” you moaned out, “I swear I didn’t mean to.”

Azriel placed your hands on the desk, then placed his own hands beside yours, towering over you and hovering atop your head. 

He leaned forward and kissed your temple.

“Don’t apologize princess, I feel so much better now,” he whispered close to your ear as he slid himself into you and you moaned in pleasure.

Azriel started fucking you at a steady pace, grabbing your jaw and tilting your head upwards to look at him.

“I fucking needed this,” he groaned.

“Mmm, yes, Azriel, fuck,” you drawled out as the sound of Azriel’s hips snapping against your ass filled the office, maybe even the whole library. 

You braced your hands more firmly on your desk and used them to help push your hips back against Azriel’s dick.

He whimpered as he gripped your hips with both hands and started pounding into you, faster and harder. 

“I need to cum in you, I need it so bad princess, please can I cum in you?”

“Cum in me Azriel please,” you replied out-of-breath as you neared your orgasm too.

“Fuck, f-fuck baby,” he moaned as his wings twitched and he emptied himself inside you, your orgasm following right after. 

He put his arms around you and held your shaking body through it until you caught your breath.

Azriel slid out of you ever so slowly, so as to make sure you kept all his cum inside you. 

You pressed your thighs together once he was fully out to keep his cum from sliding down them.

Azriel, still with his hands on your hips, turned you around to meet his gaze.

“Thank you princess,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours once more.

“Thank you Az, I needed to decompress.”

He giggled lightly and held you close in the silence for a few moments.

“Do you think you’re gonna do some more studying?”

“I don’t think I can focus on a single sentence with my brain this warm and fuzzy.”

He smiled.

“Then, do you think I could have more?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion.

“You wanna have sex again?”

“No,” he said rather shyly, “I want to make you cum on my face again.”

Your pussy filled with butterflies. 

“What happened to the Azriel who told me never to be too greedy?”

“What can I say,” he said as he began lowering himself to his knees before you, “you healed me princess.”

You smiled down at him and put your fingers in his hair as his shadows skittered up your arms.

Azriel placed a kiss on your pussy then looked up at you.

“You really are gonna make a great Healer.”

You looked at him with admiration.

“Thank you, my Azriel.”

He whined at the sound of you calling him your Azriel, and buried his face in you once more. 

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