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Scorched Shadows: Part 12

Eris x AzrielsSister!Reader

Summary: Y/N is the younger sister of Azriel. She has shadows just like him, and is also a spymaster for Rhys. When she meets Eris, she initially hates him, but after a bargain is made between them and they are stuck Under the Mountain together, things begin heating up.

CW: Overprotective brother, smut, degradation, impact play

A/N: I'm well aware it has been forever, I promise I am going to do better, I've just been very busy. I am going through and editing some stuff in past chapters, and I am adding in the fact that they can talk to each other through the bond.

Series Masterlist

Part 11 || Part 13(upcoming)

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You sometimes found yourself visiting Eris in the late night, when you were unable to sleep. You only did this when you could sense his thoughts buzzing around in his restless head, and you knew he was awake as well. You didn’t disrupt him when he was sleeping peacefully, though that was rare.

You would hide your dagger beneath your skirts, throw a shawl over your shoulders, and pinch your cheeks to add some color before leaving. You didn’t want him to see you looking entirely exhausted.

The stroll down the corridors was anything but peaceful, especially at night. But you couldn’t winnow without your shadows, and flying down here would only bring attention to yourself.

But you had a weapon, and you were ready to strike. You never did see that male again, the one you stabbed in the face. You still weren’t sure why you panicked so much when you had spent centuries doing just the same thing.

Maybe it was the implication of what he had wanted to do to you, whereas the males you had killed in the past had been assigned to you. They were not after you directly, not until you began targeting them.

But Eris had been a comfort. He had held you all night, which had surprised you both, it seemed. And since then, he’d been softer with you. You found that you didn’t mind that.

You liked seeing a softer side of him. You felt special, like you were the only one that got to see him that way. Then, you would scold yourself for feeling like that. He was a Vanserra, for Cauldrons sake. You weren’t allowed to feel that way.

“YN,” the voice made you freeze, your eyes jumping from the tile in front of you to the source of it.

Rhys stood with his brows furrowed, taking you in. He was looking worse every time you saw him. His skin had gone pale, his face gaunt, and he'd lost a significant amount of weight and muscle. His violet eyes had lost the life they used to have in them.

"What are you doing down here?" he asked you, his voice quieter than usual.

"I couldn't sleep," you said honestly. "I needed to go for a walk; get my mind off of things."

"In this part of the mountain? At this time of night?" he doubted, raising a brow. You shrugged, doing everything you could not to crumble under his assessing gaze.

"It's not as cold out here as it is in my bedroom," you said quietly, staring at the floor.

"You have a fireplace," he reminded you.

Your head snapped up, and you shot him a look; one that reminded him you would not touch a fireplace with a ten-foot pole. His gaze softened just slightly.

"Let's go back to your room," he decided. "I'll light the fire for you."

"Rhys, I'm fine," you insisted, glancing at the path you were taking to Eris's room.

"We're going back to your room, YN," he repeated, in a way that let you know he wasn't asking.

You didn't argue, just followed him as he took hold of your arm, leading you the opposite way that you were heading. You grumbled to yourself, irritated at your brother and his constant, overprotective antics.

You felt a shiver go down your body when you got back to your bedroom. It was utterly freezing in your quarters, and you knew Amarantha did that on purpose.

You sat down on the bed, wrapping the shawl tighter around your shoulders. Rhys went to the fireplace, kneeling before it. You watched as he placed a few pieces of wood in, then lit the fire.

"Thank you," you said softly.

He nodded, getting to his feet. He came over to you, ruffling your hair affectionately.

"I love you, little shadow," he said.

You smiled softly, knowing it didn't reach your eyes. Rhys leaned down, kissing the top of your head, then left you on your own, wrapped in your shawl, and shivering.

You wouldn't be able to sleep, even with the fire going. The cold was bitter, and even if you were Illyrian, you were sensitive to the cold. You remembered being a little girl in that cell, how cold it was. How you would curl up in your brother's arms, your entire body trembling, trying to stay warm. It was never any use. The rags they dressed you in were always ripped, short sleeved, and made of thin material.

"Are you still awake?" you asked Eris through the bond, hating that you were craving his comfort. It took a moment for his reply to come through, but it did.

"Yes. Where are you? I thought you were on your way."

He sounded irritated, and it made you roll your eyes, but you answered, anyway. "Rhys found me in the corridors, and he made me go back to my room."

"How old does he think you are?"

"I'll never be older than six to him," you scoffed. "You'll have to come here."

"I really wasn't planning on leaving my room tonight," he drawled.

"Too bad," you responded. "Get over here as soon as you can."

Eris didn't argue with that, though his side of the bond went silent. You spent the next ten minutes wondering if he was going to show at all. You didn't want to beg, but you certainly weren't above it.

You found that there was no need for that, however, when your door opened. Eris looked tired, and you didn't blame him. You knew he hadn't been sleeping lately. Neither of you had. It was hard in a place like this.

"It's freezing in here," he murmured as he closed the door behind him. He glanced over at the fire, waving his hand. The flames blazed higher and brighter, causing you to flinch. "It's fine. It'll warm up the room faster."

"I want you to warm me up," you hinted, sitting up and letting your shawl drop from your shoulders. A smirk fell upon his features, one that made you want him even more.

He stepped over to your bed in very few strides, crawling on top of you. You laid back down, a smile on your lips as he hovered over you, his hands on either side of your head.

His lips met your jaw, peppering kisses on it, leaving you sighing softly beneath him. He trailed down your neck slowly, stopping in your most sensitive spots to suck just slightly, leaving you with marks you always spent the next week concealing.

His teeth closed around the strap of your dress, pulling it down from your shoulder to your arm. You helped him get you out of the dress, though it wasn't much of a struggle.

When you were bare beneath him, he sat up, fumbling with his belt just a bit as he pulled himself out of his pants. It was rare that he fully undressed during sex, but you never commented on it.

He slid a hand down to your core first, rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb as he slipped two fingers inside of you. You groaned, biting your lip and squeezing your eyes shut.

"Ready for me so early?" he teased, commenting on the wetness he had found waiting for him. You nodded. "Such a desperate slut."

Your core clenched at the words and he pressed one more kiss to your neck before wrapping his arms around your shoulders and flipping you around, so you were on top.

“Sit up and ride me,” he instructed. “If you want it to bad, take it yourself.”

You pushed yourself up, hands braced on his chest, to a sitting position. You took his perfect cock in your hands, pumping it a few times, delighting in the way it twitched in your palm.

He groaned as you lowered your cunt to him, very slowly sliding down, onto his cock. You whimpered at the slight pain you always felt when he bottomed out.

You began riding him, your pace slow at first so you could get used to the fullness—the pain. His hand reached up, gripping your hair and yanking it down. You whined, your head being forced back as your pace sped up.

His other hand came down hard on your ass, a smack sounding through the room. You cried out, more in pleasure than pain, your own hand reaching down to your clit to rub circles on it. He smacked your ass once again, and you knew there’d be marks in the morning.

“Harder, Eris,” you moaned out, desperate in the midst of your pleasure.

His hips began jutting up to meet yours, and the smacks to your ass sped up, getting harsher each time.

“You like that, you filthy whore?” he snarled. You could only nod, tears welling in your eyes. “Use your words.”

“Yes, I like that, Eris,” you gasped out, voice breaking between moans.

He let go of your hair, though a stinging sensation remained at your scalp. He gripped your breasts in his hands, squeezing and kneading them in a way that made you wild.

He loved your breasts, which had been evident since your first time. He often took his time with them, teasing, pinching, and squeezing.

You were getting close, but you needed something more, something you hadn’t craved in centuries. You craned your head up, forcing yourself to meet his eyes in your pleasure.

“Touch my wings,” you gasped out.

“What?” he asked through pants.

“My wings,” you repeated, grabbing his wrist.

You led his hand right to that perfect spot on your wing, showing him how to touch it.

“Rub circles,” you managed, your eyes squeezing shut at the sensation.

He obeyed, rubbing circles on your wing, gentle at first.

“Harder.”

He took the command, his motions speeding up, pressing down harder on the spot.

“Oh, Gods,” you cried out, bouncing on his cock, throwing your head back. You hadn’t ever felt pleasure so intense. “Please, may I cum?”

“Now?” he asked.

“Yes, now, please,” you begged. “I can’t hold it back.”

“Cum, then,” he allowed, and you thanked the Cauldron that he was feeling gracious today.

You cried out, cumming harder than you ever had, your core clenching around his cock. The feeling sent him over the edge, and not long after, he released inside of you.

You collapsed on top of him the moment you came down from your heavenly high, fingers clenching his shoulders as your body shuddered from the aftershocks. He was so warm.

“Your wings, huh?” he teased softly into your ear.

“It’s an Illyrian thing,” you explained through labored breaths.

“Why have you never told me this?” he wondered. “I’ve never seen you cum like that before.”

“I’ve only ever let one other male do that,” you said, rolling off of him and settling under your blanket, still naked. “It’s not something I usually allow.”

The first male you’d ever slept with, your first love, Marcus, had been the one to introduce this concept to you. But after he’d broken your heart, you hadn’t wanted any males doing it again. Eris, however, was different.

“What makes me so special?” Eris asked you as he tucked his cock back into his pants.

“I’m not sure,” you answered honestly. “It just felt right in the moment.”

“Can you cum from your wings alone?” he interrogated.

“No,” you answered, shaking your head. “There needs to be another form of stimulation.”

“Oh, I will have fun with this,” he smirked.

You flushed deep red, almost regretting giving him this information. Almost.

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