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The Rhythm of Need by AnnyRhale

Gwyn’s breath caught in her throat as her gaze locked with his. She could see the tension in his shoulders, the slight clench of his jaw as he looked at her, and a faint flush beneath his eyes that matched the heat in her own cheeks. His eyes flicked over her, taking in her bare shoulders above the water, the tops of her bare breasts, her hair clinging damply to her skin, her parted lips. She knew she should look away, that she should say something to break the tension. But she couldn’t bring herself to move, and the air between them thickened with every passing second.

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He should turn away, she thought. He was her superior—her partner. This moment teetered dangerously close to crossing a line they both knew existed. But he didn’t move, his gaze lingering as though he, too, couldn’t look away.

Forcing herself to swallow, Gwyn found her voice, though it came out barely above a whisper. “Azriel…”

“I…” She hesitated, not sure what to say. How could she possibly explain what he had just witnessed? She pulled her hand away from between her legs and used both to cover her breasts. The heat in her cheeks rose, her body still buzzing with the sensations she had stirred within herself. Yet, as mortified as she felt, she couldn’t bring herself to break their gaze.

Azriel’s eyes softened further, though his expression held a trace of hesitation. He reached for something to say, his words slow and careful. “I didn’t mean to… intrude.”

****

Gwyn swallowed, the warmth pooling through her veins as she held Azriel’s gaze, “You can join me…if you want.” The words slipped from her lips, barely louder than a whisper, her breathy tone making her shiver, even as the hot water soothed her skin.

Azriel’s gaze darkened, and he exhaled slowly, his breath visible in the crisp air as he met her eyes. “I don’t have anything on…underneath,” he murmured, his voice low, each word wrapping around her like a promise.

She could barely get the words out, her voice soft as she managed, “I won’t look.”

****

“Come here.” His voice was a command, quiet but firm, and Gwyn felt herself moving toward him as if under a spell. She slid closer, her breath hitching as he pulled her between his legs, her back pressing against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, the solid strength of him enveloping her, making her feel safe and wild all at once.

Azriel’s hands settled on her waist, pulling her snugly against him, his fingers grazing her skin beneath the water. “You’re so tense,” he murmured against her ear, his breath warm as his lips brushed her jaw. “I think I know what you need.”

“Relax for me,” he whispered, his hands slipping lower, exploring her. She closed her eyes and let out a content sigh as Azriel began to gently massage her breasts. His fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

He trailed his fingers down her stomach, his touch grazing her skin with a possessive intensity. “Will you let me take care of you?”

[thevalkyriesshadow]

@azrielappreciationweek

Day Seven: Free Day

Knot Just Friends

"Azriel had never rushed over to a female’s house faster. When his shadow, who had taken a liking to staying at Gwyn's, dropped a note on his lap, he was out the door in mere seconds. Are you in Velaris? I need your help. With what? He wasn’t one hundred percent sure, but he’d drop anything to go see Gwyn." A little omegaverse written for Azriel Appreciation Week 2024 Day Seven: Free Day!

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NSFW/Words: 3,804

Azriel had never rushed over to a female’s house faster. When his shadow, who had taken a liking to staying at Gwyn's, dropped a note on his lap, he was out the door in mere seconds.

Are you in Velaris? I need your help.

With what? He wasn’t one hundred percent sure, but he’d drop anything to go see Gwyn. She was his best friend. His confidante. He’d even brace the snow storm they were expecting that night. It was predicted to be a brutal one with high winds and at least three feet of snow. Still, he’d fly around the mountain to see her. 

Not able to winnow through the shadows due to the protective shield of magic Rhys put up, Azriel took to the skies. Wishing for a brief moment he would’ve thought to at least grab a jacket, but no time to turn back, not when Gwyn needed him. Instead he braced the frigid cold in nothing but cotton pants and a sweater. 

It was a quick flight, less than ten minutes, but the air was arctic and he was nearly frozen to the bones by the time he landed on her front porch. 

Her scent hit him like a ton of bricks warming him against the cold. Sweet willow and a cozy musk dancing in the winter air. He clenched his fists and knocked on her door.

It opened only a moment later. Gwyn's bright copper hair fell in curtains framing her freckled face, which at the moment looked a bit pale and tired. Her bright teal eyes were harried as she greeted him.

“Az! Hey – huge favor to ask you.” She didn’t open the door fully for him, blocking most of her body, but he could see the light blue of her cotton loungewear.

“It’s why I’m here,” he replied, coolly. “What do you need?”

“My heat is due –”

Azriel stilled. Was she about to ask him to…help her…with her heat?

His stomach and chest did all sorts of somersaults and twists but then she said, “-- And I was so busy I didn’t get groceries and I only just got back from a mission and don’t have time to go out and get any. I really don’t want to go into heat in public, you know?” She huffed a breathy laugh and tucked her hair behind her pointed ear.

Azriel should expect to feel relieved that she wasn’t asking him to help her during her heat, but…

“Oh – yeah of course. What do you need?” He schooled his features, trying not to show the twang of disappointment he felt.

Gwyn produced a list containing pretty standard heat needs such as food and medicinal teas. 

“Thanks, Az. I, um –” Her lips parted as she held his gaze and she said, “-- I appreciate it.” She swallowed hard and pressed her lips together, her nose scrunching. Like she was trying not to take in too much of his scent.

“Anytime,” He said with a smile. Then he was off.

When he returned, Gwyn was much the same, but when she opened the door this time it was with determination. “Az – I normally wouldn't do this, but –” She paused, looking him up and down. Her fingers brushed his as she took the bag from his hand and asked, “Would you help me – with one other thing?” 

Az swallowed, “What's that?”

“Usually I'd just use a – uh-toy-but –” 

Gwyn bit her bottom lip, her brow scrunching as she blurted out, “You just smell so nice and I was wondering if you'd help me…with my heat?” Her voice cracked on the word ‘heat’. 

Azriel blinked. He heard her, but he had to be sure…“What?” He asked.

Gwyn took a breath, “Will you help me through my heat?”

“Are – are you sure?” Gwyn has surprised Azriel many times before, but this? Helping an omega through their heat was a big task. Huge task. Gwyn would be wholly dependent on Az for much of it. He’d be bringing her food and water, both simple tasks, but he’d also be cleaning her up, intimately. Mopping sweat from her brow and slick from between her legs. Then of course there was the knotting…how she ever did it alone in the first place was beyond him.

She nodded, “More sure than I've ever been. I was going to ask when you first came, but I admit…my nerves got the best of me, but – I need this…I need you.”

The door opened wider as she stepped aside, inviting him in.

He didn't hesitate. He knew when Gwyn was sure of something. As sure as the day she signed up for Valkyrie training, asked for dagger lessons, left the library to see Emerie and Nesta. Sure as all the decisions she made to get her and her sisters to the top of Ramiel. And every other decision since.

Inside her cottage smelled even more like her. It overwhelmed all his senses and settled deep in his bones as he gazed around her living space. Gwyn liked a modge podge of colors, not necessarily sticking to one color theme, but in a way that they didn’t clash. The pops of color offset the deep mahogany of her towering bookshelves. There were little bits of Gwyn everywhere he looked as Gwyn showed him around. Little stacks of books were scattered across tables and counters. He spied a couple spools of white ribbon on one shelf and a basket of bracelet making supplies. 

It was all so Gwyn – and he was about to spend the next few days here with her helping her through her heat. Something that was an intimate, private thing for an omega.

He'd never helped an omega through their heart before and feeling unsure of what to do next he turned to Gwyn who's cheeks were flushed and her eyes roaming over him with…desire? 

He cleared his throat and asked, “What do you need from me first?”

Gwyn’s gaze quickly flicked up to his as if she was a child caught with her hand in a cookie jar.

She wiped her brow and said, “Um…well I never finished my nest and –” she took a few deep breaths, closing her eyes as she rested her hand against her stomach, “And once we do that, I just need to curl up and be tended to…” 

Curl up and tend to Gwyn?

His insides did flip flops in the best way possible. 

He followed Gwyn to her nest in a spare room with low lighting and white, billowy curtains. This room was small and simple compared to the rest of the house. There was a small bookshelf and a bedside table next to a large circular bed that even he could fit in, wings and all. The mattress sat cupped in the gently swooping shape of the bed. 

Gwyn turned and handed him a pile of blankets, “This is my nesting room. I like to keep it separate because it’s just easier to clean afterwards –” she blushed as Azriel took the blankets from her, their fingers brushing together.

“I can help you clean afterwards too,” Az said, approaching this like it was a normal everyday occurrence. 

Gwyn only blushed deeper and thanked him. “Fair warning, it can get pretty messy.”

It was Azriel’s turn for his face to heat. His cock twitched as he imagined the amount of slick she’d produce. How he’d be tending to it…covered in it himself…

He chuckled and said, “Noted. What else do I need to know?” If he was going to do this for Gwyn, he was going to be thorough and thoughtful and respectful. He needed to know everything. She smiled up at him and told him everything he needed to know.

And Gwyn did not hold back.

As they continued setting up her nest she explained, “Well, I sleep a lot and when I’m not sleeping I’m rubbing up against everything. I don’t like to eat meat during my heat, just eggs – that bacon in the ice box is for after so don’t even think about cooking it –” Azriel held his hands up. He wouldn’t dream of it. Gwyn continued by adding, “You can certainly help yourself to the food too, of course. You’ll probably have more of an appetite than me anyway. Oh and I’m drinking the tea so you won’t have to worry about, you know – cuming in me…”

Gwyn went on, describing what her normal heat day looks like when she’s tending to herself. It was a lot of sleeping or knotting herself with a toy, and by the way she would describe it, it would be quite the process. For one, omegas are so out of it when they’re truly into their heat that doing anything, even lifting a finger, was an arduous task. Imagining Gwyn struggling to be comfortable during hers made him bristle. 

She consented to being knotted, an electric currant of excitement shot through him as she described what she usually liked, showing him her toys. Az was on a whole other level of pure bliss. What surprised him most was how open and honest Gwyn was being. How detailed she was being. When he woke up this morning, he didn’t think he’d learn how Gwyn liked her clit to be touched while she was knotted.

Despite the subject of their conversation for the better half of an hour, Azriel and Gwyn worked around one another as if they were talking about the weather in the training ring. It was easy – sexy, but easy.

“I think you need one more blanket,” Az joked as he added the tenth blanket to the pile. 

Gwyn tilted her head, “You think? I might have one or two more somewhere…” she trailed off, wiping her brow again and leaning on the bed post for support. 

Azriel was at her side instantly. “Why don't you lay down. I'll fetch you more pillows,” he offered. Gwyn leaned into him, nuzzling her face into his chest. 

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders in response and she melted into him. “I'm glad you're here, Shadowsinger. Thank you.”

Az smiled and said, “I'm glad I could be here for you.” He stroked her hair, the silkiness of it like cool spring water against his scarred hands.

He really should force her to lie down, but having her in his arms…having her scent envelop him, mixing with his…her glands right there where he could lick and bite and – 

Wait. This is Gwyn. His friend…he couldn't – shouldn't –

But…

Gods he wanted to…

Her arms snaked around his neck, pulling him down to her, keeping them locked together. Azriel tried not to inhale as the heavy scent of her slick drifted up to meet him.

Gods she smelled incredible. Intoxicating. 

“Az…” She breathed. A small moan escaped her lips, her hips rocked into his. “I need you.”

He tightened his grip, “I'm here.” Gently, he lifted her in his arms and cradled her to his chest, savoring the feel of her in his arms before placing her in her nest. He had every intention of grabbing more pillows, but her fingers curled into his shirt, keeping him in her orbit.

“Stay,” she said with a whimper. Her voice strained as she shivered and curled in on herself. 

Az reached for a towel Gwyn had set up on a table next to her nest and patted her forehead and neck. Her scent was everywhere, driving him mad.

He knew when he agreed to help her, that there was a possibility of him succumbing to the pull of her scent. It did, after all, drive him crazy outside of her heat. But now? 

Now it felt like fate. Like there was nowhere else he was supposed to be, than with her.

Brushing back her hair and patting the sweat from her skin, Azriel hummed to her, soothing her through the hormonal fever that raged through her. She squirmed and moved in her blankets, cuddling in closer and closer to him until she was practically in his lap. Her arms around his middle, her flowing copper hair fanned around his legs as her head rested in his lap. Her eyes were squeezed shut against the cramps.

She didn't speak much. The room was filled with her whining and groans as she moved into him. Eventually, she started pawing and pulling at her clothes in her heat-induced haze until Azriel couldn't watch her struggle anymore.

He stopped her from trying to pull her shirt down rather than up. “I'm going to help you, okay?” She let out a long, low moan and lifted her arms, allowing him to slide her shirt off. Her pants came off next, then her socks and undergarments until she was lying in a panting tangle of naked limbs in his arms. Her skin was flushed pink from the heat.

Azriel recalled her instructions from earlier. She liked to be stroked, soothed. So he did just that. With one flat hand against her back he slid down then up in big swooping circles. His other hand cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking against her brow. It was the most intimate he’d ever been with Gwyn, and it all happened so fast, so suddenly he didn’t have enough time to process that sudden change in him.

A primal urge to bite to mark surged in him. He took a deep breath in, thinking it would quell the urge, but it only fuelled it as he breathed in the scent of her pungent slick, unmasked by clothing.

Gwyn rose up on her knees, the abrupt movement causing Az to jump slightly. Her glazed teal eyes found his gaze and his breath caught in his throat. He couldn't stop his gaze from sliding down down down…

Gwyn didn't speak as she crawled into his lap, her knees on either side of his thighs. Her hands slid across the soft fabric of his shirt, caressing his abs and chest, until her fingers were curling in the hair at the base of his neck. His scent permeated the air and Gwyn purred in response. 

She stared at his mouth. Her tongue darted out to lick her own pink lips before her gaze flicked up to his, “Can you…” She sighed, her body rolling against his, “Can you knot me? I need it, Az…I need you.”

Az's heart raced. His cock, already hard and straining against his pants, throbbed. His knot already swelling.

“I know you consented before, but are you sure?” He asked. She nodded, her lips brushing dangerously close to his. His breath hitched. “Things might not be the same between us…if I do. Gwyn –” his hands roamed across her bare back, coaxing a low moan from her, “I don't know if I can stay away – resist you – if we, if I knot you.” 

Gwyn pressed closer. Her breath tickled his cheek as she whispered against his skin, “I want you, Az. I always have. Please –” her hips rolled against his, her nails dug into his skin. “Please.”

She was desperate, panting. Her eyes were wild with want. With need. A growl issued deep in his throat, his stomach clenched, and his cock throbbed as his hands roamed lower.  

“I can touch you?”

“Please do – Everywhere,” She mewled. 

His hands slid down to cupped her ass, “Can I kiss you?”

She whined and brought her lips to his, “Az, I want you to knot me. Of course you can kiss me.”

He huffed a laugh and tipped his chin up. For so long he wanted to do this. Wanted to touch her, caress her…kiss her. 

For so long he wanted to show her how he could love her, beyond their friendship. 

He savored the still moment before their lips touched – sensed the shift between them.

And when they kissed, everything aligned. Every out of place sensation, every feeling of incompleteness, was replaced with an all encompassing warmth.

Their lips moved together, slowly. Exploring. Tasting. Learning. Even as Gwyn’s hands touched every inch of him they could, teasing him. Even as he hummed deep in his chest with contentment. Even though they were hungry for each other. They took their time. 

Fire burned through him as he let Gwyn set the pace. Let her decide when she would run her tongue along his lips, begging for access. He let her decide when their tongues would dance. When she'd bite his lip and suck on it. 

And when she pawed at his shirt, pulling it off, he let her. He let her explore his pecks, her fingers causing a cascade of goosebumps to form across his skin.

When she bowed her head, nuzzling her neck to his. He let her. Allowing their scent glands to rub and mingle together. Azriel hugged her close as she writhed against him, needing her touch. Her scent. He moaned her name and she his, their bodies and voices begging for each other. 

Gwyn let out a rolling growl. “Now Az…I need your knot now.”

He pressed his lips to her neck and kissed her freckled skin as he heeded her command. 

With a tight embrace he rolled them over, his hips settled against her dripping, bare cunt. Her slick coated her thighs and soaked through his pants before he pushed them off and tossed them to the side. 

He knelt before her as her legs fell open for him. Her scent hit him fully, both of them bare and needy for each other. 

“Az…” she breathed.

As if his name on her lips was a command, he bent down and without hesitation dragged his tongue up her thigh, lapping up her slick.

Her taste was more divine than her smell and when his mouth came to kiss her slick folds, her sounds were his downfall. Moans and whimpers. Sighs and gasps. All of them mixed together in a lewd cacophony as he teased and licked, sucked and devoured. She had told him she liked to be thoroughly seen to. To Az that meant licking her dripping cunt until she was pushing her sex into his face, forcing his tongue to lap further inside her. To him, thoroughly seeing to Gwyn would mean circling her clit with the tip of his tongue, over and over and over and…

He stopped, moments before he brought her over the edge and came to hover over her, his lips wet with her, his tongue tingling with her taste as he reached down and lined the tip of his pulsing cock to her entrance. Her legs spread further as her hips reached for him. 

Gods he didn’t realize how much he wanted her. How his need for her was more overwhelming than anything he’d ever felt before.

Azriel savored the moment. Committed every part of his body that touched hers to memory. He never wanted to forget the way her teal eyes glowed with desire, the way her body moved for him. The way she touched him.

He never wanted to forget the way she fit around him as he sank into her. 

Oh gods.

Gwyn arched into him, angling her hips to take more as her mouth fell open in a silent cry. 

He pushed in further as an animalistic urge to claim came over him. 

“Look at you,” he said, the words and their tone taking him by surprise. His voice was not his own. It was gruff, and darker. Deeper. Filled with primal desire. “How much of me can you take, Priestess?”

Gwyn groaned and pushed her hips into him with determination, proving she could take more. “All of you,” she replied. Her heels dug into his lower back pulling his hips into hers until his knot was pushing against her cunt that pooled with slick.

His fingers curled into the blankets beneath them. Her nails scratched at his back. 

Gwyn let out a shuttering gasp as he rolled his hips, pushing the slight swell of him into her, rutting against her until she was completely filled.

Then he pulled out slowly, feeling every sensation of her around him as he did so. 

In and out. Slowly. Coaxing. Savoring.

Fuck every sensation was perfect. Every sound she made. Every nail mark she left behind. Perfect.

Heat coiled hotter and stronger with every stroke of his cock, and whimper that fell from her lips. 

“Harder,” she moaned. 

And he obliged her. Immediately. His hips snapping faster and quicker into her and her hips started moving, rocking into him. Her face quickly fell into a twist of pleasure and pain, her whines long and low.

“Yes Gwyn…so beautiful,” he whispered before placing kisses along her neck. He breathed in her scent, nuzzling his face into the silky freckled skin of her neck. Then his mouth was on her, bruising – his tongue soothing and tasting as their bodies slapped together, slick dripping down Gwyn’s thighs as he filled her with his growing knot over and over – 

Her walls tightened just as he rocked into her one more time, his knot swelling to its fullest. It pressed against her squeezing walls as it popped into place inside her, drawing guttural roars from both of them. Their orgasms cresting and exploding together as he knotted her. Tied to her forever. Bonded in a split, cosmic explosion of a second.

His body quaked as his seed spilled into her. 

Gwyn gasped out loudly, her cries echoing around the room, “Azriel…Azriel…unngghh,” she stuttered against him, her walls tugging at his knot. “Fuck…Az…” Her orgasms rolled, one after the other. And he felt every sweet swell and push of her against his cock…his knot, until finally she stilled, hugging him close, their bodies sticky with sweat. 

Gwyn was a song, a beautiful melody he could listen to for hours.  And he never wanted this music to end.

Az settled against her, his elbows on either side of her head. He caressed her cheeks and temples with his fingers and kissed her gently on the mouth as they waited for the swelling in his knot to go down.

He rested his forehead on hers and listened to the sound of her breathing. From its quick rising and falling, her chest pressing against his, to the slow rhythmic sounds of her falling asleep. After he was able to pull his cock out, he wrapped his body around hers, covering them in her blankets.

Azriel fell asleep too with his chest to Gwyn’s back, their fingers entwined together. His face buried in her hair, breathing her scent. 

He spent her whole heat with her. Tending to her, feeding her. Knotting her.

As expected, it changed some things between them. No longer were they just friends. They were now bonded by forces greater than themselves. 

A mated pair that started out as just friends.

[i-wanna-see-some-az]

Gwyn: Wow, what's going on with this halloween decorations?

Azriel, covered in blood and surrounded by corpses: What halloween decorations?

[bibliophiliaxvignette]

Helloooo! Finally posting another chapter in this baby. It is basically just smut. A dash of fluff. You're welcome. Good to be back!

Snippet below the cut

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“What trouble are you getting yourself into, Berdara?” 

Gwyn gasps and yanks her hand away, caught. Azriel’s voice is gravely and his smirk soft with sleep. 

She bites her lip in response. “Just exploring.”

“Yeah? Like what you’re finding?” 

She nods, heat suffusing her cheeks and throat. 

“I’m yours to explore,” he says softly.

[dawneternal]

Yes, Valkyrie

₊⊹ Gwynriel one shot

₊⊹ Gwyn is inspired by a scene in her current read. Of course, she begins conspiring to reenact this scene, with a little help from Azriel's shadows. Somewhere along the way, she discovers a persona she had no idea was waiting under the surface.

₊⊹ Word Count: 2.8k

₊⊹ Warnings: Smut, 18+, minors DNI. Established relationship. Gwyn is in charge, Az is tied up (kind of) p in v, shadow play, wing play.

(listen I don't write that much smut so idk how to tag this, if I missed anything pls let me know)

₊⊹ Read on AO3

₊⊹ Divider by tsunami-of-tears

Gwyn snapped her book shut and set it on the table in front of her. She took a long sip of her iced coffee in an attempt to cool her warm skin. The story was getting a little too salacious to read in public. Nesta or Emerie would probably keep reading, though they were both better at masking their emotions.

She glanced at Azriel, who hadn't noticed a thing, engrossed in his own book. She wasn't sure if it was something he was reading for fun or for work. They all tended to look the same, thick and weathered with a million dog-eared pages and notes in the margins. As his mate and a librarian, Gwyn should probably know. But she wasn't often thinking about books when she was with him.

Like now, as she found her eyes wandering from the long-winded title on the spine to his long fingers, poised to turn the page. Her gaze slid up, tracing the outline of his form. It was his day off and he wore a black shirt that hugged his muscled arms and torso. His black curls were perfectly messy, tortoiseshell reading glasses perched on his nose. His shadows buzzed around him like sleepy bees on a sunny day - a sign that he was actually relaxed. Even while he focused, brows furrowed and bottom lip poked out in concentration, he kept a claiming hand on Gwyn's thigh.

He did not notice her scent change as her thoughts turned back toward her book, replacing the love interest's features with his. The love interest of this story happened to have wings like Azriel, and a few specific lines were echoing in her mind. He had let her touch his wings before, but nothing quite like the scene she had just read.

Gwyn swallowed a wicked grin and stretched her arms up and out, letting out a long, pretend yawn. She let her fingertips brush the edge of his wing as she brought her arms back down. He started, shadows darting into action as his wings tucked into his body with a snap. He turned his head toward her slowly with a wide-eyed look that read are you crazy?

"My bad," Gwyn smiled innocently. Azriel blinked at her for a moment before returning to his reading. But she felt it, the flicker of heat he had sent through the bond as her fingers had brushed his wing.

✦✦✦

When they returned to the House of Wind, Gwyn quietly trailed Azriel into their shared room. His shadows were on her side today, choosing not to alert him to the fact that he was being followed. She was the only one who was silent enough to sneak up on him.

She closed the door with a thud, leaning against it, and that wicked grin returned. Azriel jumped, head whipping to look over his shoulder. The shadows danced with amusement at their clever trick.

"Yes, Valkyrie?" He huffed a breath. Her gaze lingered on his backside, meandering up to meet his gaze as he turned around fully.

"I have an idea," Gwyn said.

Her voice was a note deeper than usual and it had his attention. He tilted his head at her, eyes gleaming with interest.

"Do you trust me?" Gwyn continued, and she watched his eyes darken.

"Yes," His voice was a little breathy and the Valkyrie grinned.

"Wings only," She explained, pushing off the door and stalking closer until they were nearly chest to chest.

Azriel's eyebrows shot upwards, but Gwyn did not miss the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed.

"Yes," He said again, after a moment.

Gwyn reached out, sliding her hands under his shirt to lift it from his body. He let her, utterly still as she pulled it over his head and began a constellation of kisses, connecting his tattoos and battle scars. The bond was humming, pulsing with warmth at every touch, doubling the thrill of anticipation. He watched in adoration, fingers tangling in her ponytail as she unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and underwear to the floor.

"Kneel on the bed," She ordered, blood singing with anticipation as she looked up at him. His cock twitched at the command and he obeyed, crawling into the bed and kneeling in front of her. Arms loose at his sides, muscular thighs spread, his body was on full display.

Gwyn let her hair down, the white ribbon that had been tied in a bow now dangling from her fingers. She circled around to the other side of the bed and gently grasped his wrists. His breath hitched as she bound his hands with the ribbon, but he did not protest.

"Good boy," Gwyn murmured, pressing one chaste kiss to his shoulder before moving to face him again.

She caught his gaze dragging over her as she stood before him, and she let herself admire him in turn. His smooth bronze skin, slim hips and absurdly defined abs, and strong arms that could break through the ribbon any time he wanted. But judging by his blown pupils and hardening cock, he was exactly where he wanted to be.

Gwyn peeled her clothes off slowly, holding his eye contact as she did so. She let her breasts bounce as she pulled off her bra, chuckling as his shadows rushed forward to caress her bare nipples.

"Keep your shadows to yourself, pretty boy," She murmured, swallowing a gasp at their cool, light touch. Almost reluctantly, they returned to their master, swirling around his head like a dark halo.

Free of her clothes, Gwyn moved to stand before him, eyes flicking over the sweat already beading at his brow. She lifted his chin with her fingers and smirked as she bypassed his lips, leaning to press soft kisses down his throat, drinking in the rapid beat of his pulse. She traced his body with a gentle touch, running over the lines of his tattoos and the grooves between his muscles. It was a routine she could not bring herself to break, mapping his body with the affection he deserved. She heard his breath hitch again, wings rustling behind him as they untucked and spread.

The Valkyrie climbed onto the bed and moved behind him, peppering the back of his neck and shoulders with open mouthed kisses, tongue sliding over his skin. Avoiding his wings just yet.

"Are you ready?" She leaned forward and purred into his ear, breasts pressed against his back.

"Mhm," He murmured, chest rising and falling.

"Words, shadowsinger."

"I'm ready," He stammered, as if it were hard to conjure words in this position.

"You'll tell me any time you want to stop?"

"I promise."

Satisfied, Gwyn began, dipping her finger into the inside seam where the velvety dark wing met his skin, facing toward his shoulder blade. The skin was especially soft, protected from wind and sun. He let out a quiet moan, arching his back into her touch.

"So responsive," Gwyn murmured, circling her fingers around to the other side, stroking along the thick base of his wing.

"I can't help it," He groaned, shivering again.

"No?" She asked, leaning forward to run her tongue over the spot where her fingers had just been. The base of the wing was fuzzy, like the skin of a peach.

"Fuck," Azriel grunted.

"So my book wasn't lying?" She asked, her voice like a sultry song. Her hands continued their exploration, up the solid arches of his wings toward the shining talons.

"I should've guessed this came from a book," He ground out.

Gwyn wanted him incapable of speech, not taunting her. So she pressed harder, raking her nails back down the thin membrane as she licked a stripe up his spine. His wings shivered, trembling with the effort of deciding wether to lean in or move away. A conflict that Azriel often subjected her to, and now she could get even.

"What were you saying?" She crooned, and smirked when she got no answer. Only the shadowsinger's heavy breathing, his shadows pulsing around him.

She touched every inch of wing, memorizing their beautiful shape, adding every curve and texture to the map in her mind. Every seam had a dip the perfect size for her finger to drag through, the skin so delicate, the structure so intricate and lovely.

His body shone with sweat as  worshipped without mercy, savoring the salty taste of his skin as she pulled moan after and moan from his throat. It almost seemed as though those wings were built purely for pleasure, the way his body reacted to her touch, the noises he made purely sinful.

By the time she had returned to her starting point, having licked, nipped and stroked everything she could reach, Azriel's entire body shook.

She rose up on her knees and peered over his shoulders to catch a glimpse of his face, contorted in pleasure, and his cock, red and weeping. A few times, his shadows swept in toward her and then backed away, just barely brushing her skin. As if Azriel had begun to reach for her and then remembered the rules.

"Tell me which part you like best," She let her breath brush over his ear again, reveling in the goosebumps spreading in response. He was so close to falling apart, one foot in a realm of pure pleasure.

"The-the," He swallowed hard, a groan escaping in between words as he answered, "The inside, near my shoulder blades."

Gwyn hummed, watching his muscles tighten in anticipation as her fingertips moved back toward that inner seam. The sounds he released as she found that hidden spot lit a fire in the Valkyrie's stomach. She didn't have to look to know that her arousal was dripping onto the bed beneath her. As if she cared, right now.

"Fuck," He groaned, "I can't...I need...."

Gwyn was driven wild by the glistening muscles flexing against the ribbon that bound him. She threaded her fingers into his dark curls and tugged, not very gently.

"Come for me," She commanded, voice low and wicked and she dug her fingertips in deeper.

The moan that he released was nothing like his usual gutteral groan. This was higher pitched, soft and breathy and elicited from some deep and desperate place. Gwyn did not know that a noise could make her cunt throb the way it did.

She gave him barely a moment to come down from his high before she was crawling around to face him, grabbing his face in her hands and kissing him fiercely. He chased her lips with his, emitting broken sounds into her throat as her tongue swept in.

Pulling back to look at him, panting, she wasn't sure she had ever felt this desperate. Azriel was entirely undone and at her mercy, his chest slick with sweat and painted with his cum, hands still tied behind him as he panted. His hair stuck up where she had pulled it, his eyes dark and full of desire. And something new, that she hadn't seen before. She was sure he'd seen it often. It was desperation, like he was one kiss away from begging for what he wanted.

"Do as I say and you'll be rewarded," She said, leaning in to graze his lips as she spoke. She kissed him again, softly. Agonizingly slow, even as he tried to speed up.

Gwyn pulled back, dragged two fingers through the stripes of white dripping down his torso and pushed them into his mouth.

"Suck."

His cock twitched against her thigh, already hard and aching again. He kept his eyes locked on hers as his warm tongue swirled around her fingers, throat bobbing as he swallowed.

"Good boy," She murmured, and the whine he let out was against his will.

Gwyn had been in charge before, but she had never dared to be this bossy. It had not even come from the book that had inspired this whole thing. This had emerged from somewhere deep inside her, and it set every inch of her skin on fire. Azriel's eyes burned into hers as she took her fingers from his mouth, tightening his lips so her fingers made a pop upon release. He watched as she reached between her legs with those fingers, coated in his spit, for some relief.

She bit her lip, swallowing a moan, cheeks reddening in desperation.

"Can I touch you?" Azriel croaked, pulling at the ribbon that Gwyn had almost forgotten about.

"Remember your manners," She said, fingers still circling between her legs.

"Can I please touch you?"

Gwyn reached around with her free hand and pulled the knot undone. Immediately, one strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his lap to straddle him. And his other hand pushed hers aside, dipping a finger into her soaked cunt.

She was lost to it for a moment as relief rolled through her body. The shadowsinger took the opportunity to attack her neck, kissing and marking with fervor. She closed her eyes and basked in his touch for just a moment before she remembered her task. She would not let her control slip away so easily.

Her eyes snapped open, and she felt a wave of satisfaction as the shadowsinger shrank, just a little. His plan had not worked. The shadows shuddered, as if giggling at their master's foolishness.

"You promised to do as I say," It was almost a growl. She pushed his shoulders until he was laying down, legs straightening out before him as she straddled his hips. "And you tried to take control from me."

Gwyn lowered her body, movements fluid and graceful like a predator, until her chest was pressed against his and they were nose to nose.

"I think I deserve an apology, don't you?" She purred, hips circling and spreading her arousal over his length.

"Yes," He breathed, the amber of his eyes barely visible behind his pupils, "I'm sorry."

"Yes what?" She demanded, sliding her hand up around his throat and pressing the lightest amount of pressure against the sides, "I'm sorry what?"

His eyes widened and for a moment she thought she had gone too far, but then she felt a moan in his throat, vibrating beneath her palm.

"Yes Valkyrie," His voice was broken, body softening like putty under her hands, "I'm sorry, Valkyrie."

"Good boy," A grin spread across Gwyn's face. She sat up, keeping that hand wrapped around his throat as she rose up and aligned them. The other braced against his chest. She did not bother with a slow entry, sinking down on his cock in one motion, thighs flush against hips. He let out a hiss as she paused to let herself adjust.

The world around her was fading as her desperation grew, her body aching almost painfully. It would almost be a mercy to relinquish control again. But she craved the rush of this position as much as she craved release.

"Let your shadows touch me," She choked out the words, beginning to move her hips. Azriel obeyed, letting his shadows loose. They circled her body and attacked, swirling over every part of her they could reach.

Her high was approaching fast, urged on by the sight of Azriel below her, face flushed and lips parted. She pressed against his throat and chest harder, using him as leverage to angle herself deeper. He watched,  mesmerized by the rhythm of her body, and grasped her hips, fingertips digging in as he urged her faster. Every rise and fall of her hips made an obscene slap, echoing through the room.

With a shadow attached to each nipple and one moving over her clit, she was soaring close to the edge. She slammed down harder, a grunt escaping in time with each smack of her ass against his thighs. Azriel reached up and squeezed her breasts, rolling both nipples between his fingers.

The change from the shadows soft touch to his firm hands pulled her over. Her head fell back as she roared, louder than she had ever let herself. Azriel's hands slid down around her waist to keep her moving and extend the waves of bliss. The hand around Azriel's throat finally loosened, nails dragging down his chest in time with a long, breathy moan.

Finally, she slumped forward, letting her body fall against his as she closed her eyes. Azriel wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. He let her lay still for a long moment before whispering, cautiously,

"Is this still the Valkyrie or is this my Gwyn again?"

"Gwyn," She murmured against his skin. Whatever vixen that possessed her had retreated, leaving her spent and sweaty.

"Good," He said, his voice dropping a note lower. She squealed as those strong arms flipped her around and she found herself laying underneath him, staring up into his smirking face.

"But...." She whispered, suddenly shy, "Did you like her? The Valkyrie?"

"I think I'd have to meet her again to be sure" Azriel murmured, nosing at the space between her shoulder and neck, breath hot against her skin, "But for now it is my turn."

[sunshinebingo]

@gwynweekofficial Day 7 - Free Day

Summary: Gwyn pulls Azriel in her bedroom when they come back from their date. It seems this night is about to end differently from their other nights. Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: NSFW!

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Gwyn opened the door to her bedroom before turning back to Azriel. The smile she gave him was one that had been plastered on her face for most part of the evening. Tonight had not been one of their typical night outs in Velaris. There had still been dinner at their favourite restaurant and the walk along the Sidra. Their time together had still been filled with talks and laughs, and the occasional moments of comfortable silence when they simply enjoyed the presence of the other.

Gwyn didn’t think that it could be more perfect. Until a random topic of conversation snowballed into something bigger and deeper. They had opened their hearts to each other tonight, confessing the depths of their affection for each other in a way that left no room for doubts.

Trusting Azriel with her heart had come at the pace of nature, slow and steady. In the course of several months, he had gone from being her saviour to one of the persons who had taught her how to save herself. He had then grown into her friend, her confidant, and eventually the one who she longed for the most in a way she never thought she would with anyone.

As though their minds were one and the same, Gwyn stood on her tiptoes at the same time as Azriel leaned down. Their lips met halfway in a kiss. Usually, one of them would be the first to pull away, offer a “goodnight”, wait to get one back, steal another kiss, then walk away. But this time, it didn’t happen that way.

Gwyn grabbed the front of his shirt, and instead of playfully shoving him away, she pulled him closer. Azriel grabbed her by the waist and did the same with her. The kiss turned more urgent, as though they needed that final proof that they belonged to each other. Gwyn didn’t question her body as she started walking back inside the room. She held onto him tightly to prevent that he stopped kissing her to ask if this was okay like he so often did when things between them took a step further. This was more than okay. In fact, it was not enough.

Azriel’s shadows closed the door to Gwyn’s bedroom at her silent request. She walked until the back of her legs hit the grey loveseat in the room. She broke their kiss and looked into the eyes of Azriel. She couldn’t believe that this male had proudly called himself hers. Her Shadowsinger, she giggled at the thought. His shadows swirled against her ears and cheeks like they were reminding her of their reciprocated love for her.

Azriel raised his eyebrows. “What’s so funny?”

Gwyn shook her head with a smile. She turned them around and pushed on Azriel’s chest until he fell on the loveseat. His wings spread out wide open behind him. His eyes remained glued on her as she parted her legs and straddled his lap. Azriel placed his hands back on her, right at the seam of her short crimson dress that had risen higher up her thighs. Gwyn placed her hands on his shoulder and brought her face closer to his. “Touch me,” she breathed against his lips.

Azriel squeezed her thighs with his large hands. “I am.”

She lowered her hands to his chest. “More,” she said as she started unbuttoning his black shirt. “I need more.”

She made quick work of the garment and set about roaming her hands across his exposed skin. They kissed again, their lips and tongue even more eager than before. Gwyn grabbed his wrists and glided them under the fabric of her dress. She didn’t stop until his hands were spread on her backside and he firmly held her. The delicious pressure made her want to squeeze her legs together.

Gwyn slid herself forward until she was so close to him that she felt his hardening cock pressing right against her centre. Azriel groaned into her mouth when she instinctively began grinding against him. A smug kind of pride filled her at the knowledge that every reaction he was having and every sound he was making were yet another thing about him that was hers. In 500 years, and of all the creatures in Prythian, it was her that Azriel had chosen to give his heart to. And the feeling was as glorious as what his body was doing to her.

Gwyn slipped the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders until she could take her arms completely out of them. The dress bunched at her waist, leaving her breasts completely exposed and her backside covered by her sheer black underwear and Azriel’s hands.

“I want you to make me come for you,” she said, sending every ounce of confidence in her eyes as she could when she looked at him.

Without tearing his gaze away from her, Azriel brought one of his hands between them. A sigh left Gwyn’s mouth when he pushed her underwear aside and touched her there.

“Is this good?”

She couldn’t have lied even if her life depended on it. “Gods yes.”

His fingers circled her clit, glided down to her entrance and came back to that sensitive bud again.

Gwyn wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. “I promise to tell you if I don't like something.”

His mouth moved from her lips to her cheeks and down her neck. “I also want you to tell me what you like,” he said before he dragged his tongue on the column of her throat. She suddenly regretted not having done all this sooner but immediately decided that she would definitely strive to make up for the time they lost.

“This,” she ground harder against his hand. “I love this. And this…” She grabbed a fistful of his hair and moved his head so he could pay attention to her breasts. It was not the first time that he was seeing her. But it was the first time that he was sucking on her nipples while two of his fingers were slowly sliding inside her.

The sound that left her mouth from the onslaught of pleasure was so loud that, had she cared, she would have worried it would wake the entire House of Wind. But it was nothing compared to the one that followed as an orgasm suddenly hit her. Stars exploded behind the lids of her closed eyes and Gwyn bathed in every second of the ecstasy that he brought her. When she opened her eyes again, it was to the sight of Azriel gazing at her in wonder.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, before he surged forward and pressed his lips to hers once again. His fingers were still inside her, and Gwyn felt no shame in admitting that she wanted them there for longer.

“Can I touch you too?” she asked, her hands already at his waistband.

Azriel took one of her hands and spread it on the obvious bulge between his legs. “You can do whatever you want sweetheart.”

“Thank fuck,” Gwyn muttered as she hastily unbuttoned his pants – the fabric damp from when she had rubbed against him – and released his cock.

She felt no fear nor doubt when she dragged her fingers on her sex, stopping him from removing his hand as she gathered the wetness there. She wrapped that same hand around his shaft and stroked him. She started with slow, experimental movements, watching his face for any indication of mistake from her part. She twisted her hand with a squeeze that made him close his eyes with a wince. He didn’t stop her. So, Gwyn asked,

“Am I doing good?”

Azriel let out a chuckle that made her go more wet than she already was. “You’re doing more than good. Don’t stop,” he gritted out and plunged three fingers deeper inside her.

Gwyn threw her head back and cried out. Her hands around his cock sped up like his did inside her. Her free hand pulled on the silky strands of his hair as his mouth alternated between her breasts. The shadows brushed along her spine and made her shiver.

Gwyn rode his fingers until she felt herself approaching that blissful peak again. She tightened her grip on his cock. What she mumbled in between moans and gasps could have been his name or a plea to keep going, she didn’t know nor did she care. All that mattered was the way Azriel kissed her and held her closer as she climaxed again. Her hand instinctively squeezed his cock a little harder. She didn’t stop pumping him despite her mind-blowing pleasure that coursed through her. A few more strokes of his throbbing cock were all it took for him to come apart in her hand. His cum spilled all over her hands and stomach.

It took them a little while – foreheads touching and their breaths mingling – before they both eventually came down from their high. Gwyn had once thought that nothing could beat being hugged by him. Then she had been proven wrong when she had learned what it was to kiss him. Earlier tonight, this had been bested by the confirmation that he loved her. But now, she understood that there was so much more to experience with him. Things that she had been afraid to hope for before. But not anymore.

Gwyn pulled away from him and stood on weak legs. She stepped out of the low heels she had not realised she was still wearing. Then she dragged her crumpled dress and her soaked underwear down her legs. His shadows followed the same path as his eyes did on every inch of her bare skin. A silly smile spread on Gwyn’s lips when she looked down at his cum running down her stomach.

She looked at her Shadowsinger and extended her hand towards him. He looked thoroughly debauched with his drunken smile, his hair like a nest, his shirt and pants open, and his cock out. With how stunning he looked, she needed to make sure that he ended up like this more often.

“Will you stay with me tonight?”

Azriel took her hand and stood. His answer came with a peck on her lips. Gwyn pulled him in the direction of her adjoining bathing room, her mind already considering all the things they could do while in there.

[shadowsxgwynriel]

Cocky 🐓 (Gwynriel)

Summary: Tired of hearing her neighbor’s bedroom activities, Gwyn accidentally curses him.

But how was she supposed to know that the candle she purchased was actually magical? Or that it would take her words so literal?

Word Count: 4.8k

Warning: NSFW

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Snippet:

“Do you believe in magic young lady?”

Gwyn stopped walking and looked at the woman sitting behind a table full of colorful candles. “I’m sorry?”

The woman smiled and gestured to one of her many candles on display. “These candles are magical. They make wishes come true.”

Sure they do, Gwyn thought skeptically. She looked at the price tag and saw that they were only five dollars. Would magical candles really be so cheap? “Did you make these yourself?” Gwyn asked.

“I did. I’m opening a shop around here soon and figured I’d advertise some of my work.”

While she might not believe they were magical, Gwyn always liked to support small businesses. She pointed at a red candle and handed her a five dollar bill. “I’ll take that one please.”

“Oh dear,” the woman said with a laugh. She grabbed the candle and started to wrap it for her. “I should probably warn you that the red ones grant wishes related to love, sex, and passion.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Gwyn said with a smile.

A gleam filled the woman’s eyes. “I can see that you don’t believe me.” She passed over the wrapped candle. “I hope all of your wishes come true.”

[aldbooks]

Gwynriel Day 12 - NSFW

A Court of Shadows - bonus chapter

I had proposed the idea at some point in the story of a bonus chapter featuring fire play which I decided to save for Gwynriel weeks. This particular chapter can be read without any major spoilers of the story.

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Tugging on the knot to ensure it was secure, Gwyn’s fingers slid up, caressing the inside of Azriel’s wrist, watching his fingers curl and stretch toward her touch. She carefully wiggled two fingers under the thick, silk ribbon to check he had enough room. “Feel good?” she asked.

He hummed his agreement, his head hanging over the back of the chair as he watched her work. Standing, she allowed him a quick kiss. “Words, Shadowsinger,” she scolded, using the same reprimand he used when he was in control. He smirked.

“Yes, dove. You’re getting good at that.” His tone was a mix of pride and wariness. 

Gwyn chuckled lightly. “I learned from the best.” Another quick kiss and then she stepped back, studying her handiwork, walking around him in a slow circle. She’d selected a chair with a low back that allowed his wings to hang freely and comfortably. His hands were bound together at the wrist and secured to either of the back chair legs, limiting his movement, just as his ankles were securely bound to the front legs. And he was beautifully, gloriously naked.

“Secure enough?” she asked. She watched, biting her lips as his muscles flexed, testing her knots. 

After a moment, he looked up at her with a crooked smile. “I could get out of them if I wanted, but they’ll work for our purposes.”

“Good,” she grinned. “Do you like the new ribbon?”

“Yes… I see it wasn’t the only thing you bought today.” His eyes slid over her body as she stood before him, his heated gaze bringing a slight flush to her skin. 

Smirking, Gwyn turned, giving him a view of her backside as she strode for the bag of ‘supplies’ she’d picked up in Velaris that morning when she’d gone shopping with the girls before she and Az had shut themselves away in their seaside cottage for the next week. Her friends had given her many raised eyebrows and knowing smirks with every purchase but mercifully refrained from any lewd comments. 

She was very much looking forward to the next few days.

Az sucked in a breath, growling slightly as she bent over to rummage through one of the bags and she hid a smirk as he got an eyeful of the lingerie she’d purchased in the same cobalt blue of his siphons that had been specially designed for ‘easy access’. Rising back to standing, she showed him the items she’d selected. A bottle of scented oil and a black silk blindfold. 

He raised a brow as she stopped directly in front of him, close enough to touch- if he had the use of his hands. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked him for about the fifth time that evening. She could feel his nerves through the bond, could feel the way he trembled slightly as he breathed in slow and deep and nodded. 

“Yes. I don’t want to be scared of your fire, Gwyn. I know you won’t hurt me- I trust you.”

Her heart squeezed at the open, vulnerable expression in his eyes. He’d come a long way since he’d begun therapy and she knew that, while it was still difficult to be so honest and open about his fears and insecurities, he was trying. And that’s all she’d ever asked of him. Laying a hand on his cheek, she bent down and kissed him thoroughly. He sighed contentedly when she pulled back.

“Safe words?”

Smiling, he nuzzled his nose against hers. “Mercy to pause. Red to stop.”

She gave him one more quick peck before pulling away entirely. “Good.” Holding up the hand with the blindfold, she let it unfurl. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

With that word, her entire demeanor changed. Her body took on a looser, seductive quality as she leaned her weight into one hip, exaggerating her curves as her face became a mask of command. Azriel’s eyes darkened with vicious delight. 

“From now on,” she said, pitching her voice slightly lower into the smoky timbre he liked. “You will address me as My Lady. Understood?”

“Yes, my lady.” His lips curled upward just the slightest bit as she nodded and sat the bottle between his spread thighs on the seat before moving around behind him once more. Slipping the blindfold over his closed eyes, Azriel obligingly tilted his head forward so she could tie the ribbon behind his head. It had been designed to fit snugly over the contours of his eyes and nose to completely block out light without putting extra pressure. He hummed appreciatively as she adjusted it into place and he moved his head around experimentally to test it out. 

“You like?”

“I do. I might have to get a few more of these,” he said thoughtfully. Gwyn shook her head. Always the Spymaster. 

“Good, now, sit still.” Azriel obediently stilled. Lifting a hand, one of his shadows brought the bottle of oil to her and smiled at it, smoothing a finger over it as it wrapped itself around her. “Thank you darling,” she cooed. Pouring some oil into her palm, she handed it back to the shadow. “Hold on to that for me, would you?”

It twirled- a movement she’d learned was the shadows version of nodding, and hovered to the side, ready to hand the bottle back to her when she was ready. Azriel muttered over his shoulder, “traitors.” and his shadows vibrated as though laughing. 

Gwyn couldn’t help her grin.

“Relax,” she purred, spreading the oil between her hands and pushing her power into her palms to warm it up. She’d developed an immunity to heat and fire once her powers had manifested- she’d also lost her tendency to burn in the sun, much to her amusement- a fact she’d taken full advantage of during the summer, laying out on the beach behind their cottage until her skin had darkened to a warm golden hue. Azriel had nearly pouted when her freckles had begun to blend into her darker skintone and demanded she stop getting so much sun.

Because of this loss of sensitivity, she again held out a hand, allowing one of his shadows to dart forward and test the temperature. Once it twirled away in approval, she reached forward and- without warning- smoothed her hands along the arch of either wing. Azriel immediately jerked, his head dropping back in a growl. He cursed under his breath but said nothing else so she kept going, reaching as far as she could until her chest was pressed up against his back as she stretched her arms to either side. 

With his head resting on her shoulder, she nipped her teeth along the lobe of his ear as her hands worked in long, slow strokes until she felt his tense muscles slowly relax under her touch. Occasionally she pushed more pulses of heat through her palm, feeling him momentarily tense then relax as she worked her way over the stiff spines of his wings and the sensitive membrane until she felt the oil dissipate. Holding out her hands, the shadow holding the bottle of oil helpfully poured more into her palm. 

Azriel began to grow restless at the loss of her touch and she kept him distracted with kisses along his neck and jaw as she warmed up the oil in her hands. His breathing was slightly ragged but steady belying the throbbing erection she could see as she peered over his shoulder and down his chest. She had already planned out exactly how this night would go in her head and it would be a good long while before his poor cock would receive any attention. 

Tonight would be a true test of his patience… and she was only just getting started. 

Bringing her hands to his shoulders, she began working the hot oil into the muscles of his back and neck, occasionally teasing his wings and nipping at him with her lips and teeth. Slowly, methodically, she worked her way around his body massaging hot oil into his arms, chest, abs, thighs, all the way down to his bound ankles. By the time she was done, Az was a panting, writhing thing, pulling at his restraints. 

“Gwyn-” he whined, yelping when she pinched the inside of his thigh. “Fuck- sorry. My Lady… fucking please stop teasing and touch me.”

“I am touching you,” she cooed, running her hands back up his thighs, skimming dangerously close to his hips which bucked towards her. His groan caught in his throat, sounding more like a whimper.

“Please.”

Gwyn hummed softly, working her hands in soft strokes moving closer and closer to his cock. “You beg so pretty for me. Do it again.”

“Please- my lady.”

Smirking, Gwyn framed his cock between her hands, smoothing them up over his hips and stomach so her thumbs brushed either side of him. “Oh- fuck.” Leaning forward, she followed the touch with her lips, running them featherlight over his length until he made that same whimpering noise. Pressing a kiss to the tip, she pulled away from him entirely, drawing a growl from him.

She swallowed a chuckle as she stood and leaned forward, threading her fingers into his hair to tilt his head back. “I’m not done playing with you yet,” she said against his lips.

A needy  groan worked its way up his throat as she kissed him, pulling the blindfold off and letting it fall to the ground. “That was just the warm up, love. We haven’t even used my actual fire yet,” she flashed him a grin, holding her hand up so he could see the flames dancing over her finger tips.

He did whimper then, his gaze glued to the fire. “Check in,” she whispered. “Are you ok to keep going?”

She watched him lick his lips, swallowing nervously. His eyes never left her hand even as the flame flickered out. “What’s next?” he breathed.

In answer, she turned back to her bag and withdrew her last purchase, holding it up for him to see. A skin safe wax candle that melted at low temperatures. Perfect for the sort of game they were about to play. She watched his eyes narrow as he worked out her plan. He shifted in his seat but didn’t protest. “Want to keep going?” she asked once more.

Slowly, he nodded. “Yes.”

Smiling softly, she leaned in for another kiss. “Try to relax.” He huffed a sound of disbelief.

Holding the candle in front of her, she held one hand under it, her fire sparking to life once more. She’d bought this one specifically for several reasons, but mostly because the glass was clear, allowing them both to watch the wax melt, and because the wax changed color from white to red as it melted.

She could see Azriel’s chest moving in controlled breaths as he prepared himself and prayed this was not a massive mistake. She had figured it would be easier to ease him in using conduits that could hold the warmth of her flame without actually bringing the flame to his skin until he was more comfortable with it. Still, she knew the sting of the wax, even at a low melting point would be a shock. 

Once the entire contents of the glass had turned red, she pulled her fire back in and carefully raised the jar so it hovered a few feet over his chest. “Ready?” she asked. Together, they both took a deep breath as she tipped her wrist, watching the wax pour from the spout and drizzle across the center of his chest. Azriel hissed and tensed as the wax rolled a single line down the center of his torso, slowing to a stop just above his navel. 

“Okay?” she asked. The skin around where the wax had first landed was slightly reddened, but his shadows did not seem alarmed so she could only assume he was not truly burned. 

Swallowing hard, Azriel nodded and she decided to let the lack of verbal response go as she tipped her wrist once more, this time moving her arm in an arc as the wax drew a red line from his right shoulder to left pec. Moving her arm slowly, she painted a zigzagging line across his upper body, watching the wax roll across the ridges of his abdomen, stopping short of his hips. The first line she’d drawn was gradually fading to white as it cooled but the rest almost looked like blood as it dripped over his skin. The picture was as arousing as it was alarming.

She checked on Azriel again and when he nodded once more that he was alright, she continued painting the rest of his body with careful lines of red across his thighs, chest and shoulders, moving around him to draw thin lines over his wings. When she was about halfway through the contents of the jar, he was covered in dripping lines of red and white, his chest heaving and skin red and covered in a sheen of sweat.

Standing back to admire her work, she tilted her head to the side and drizzled another line over his chest, making sure to catch his nipples. Azriel groaned and jerked in his restraints. “Fuck- Gods, Gw- My lady… please.”

Reaching out, she stroked a warm hand over his cheek and rather than flinching away from it, he leaned into the touch which she could only count as a win. “How are you doing, love?”

“Good” he said through clenched teeth. “But I’m dying. I need you to touch my cock. Please.”

She chuckled. “Aw, is your cock feeling neglected?” she asked with a pout. “I can fix that-” she held the candle over his hips, grinning when he immediately bucked and growled. 

“Fuck- no.”

Laughing she kissed him. “Don’t worry, love. I’m not that cruel. You’re the sadist, not me.” He growled against her mouth, his shadows suddenly swarming around her, stroking her exposed skin in cool touches that made her shiver.

Tugging sharply at his hair, she hissed at them. “It’s not your turn yet.” They quickly backed off but she didn’t miss the fact that the candle was no longer in her hand. Cheeky bastards. Stroking her now free hand over his jaw, she felt a groan rumble through him at the heat before she pulled away. 

“Don’t worry, we’re done with the candle and the oil for now. The only hot thing touching you from here on will be my mouth.” He moaned in relief as her kisses trailed down his neck. Reaching down, she slipped her nail under the edge of the puddle of cooled wax around one nipple and peeled it off, earning another groan as she repeated the process on the other side. 

Leaning back to look down at him she mused, “We should probably clean you up first.”

This earned her a warning growl- amusing since she was the one in charge. Though they both knew that the minute she was done playing with him and it was his turn- he’d make her pay for every minute of teasing she’d just put him through. Winking, she snapped her fingers, the wax disappearing from his skin, leaving behind faint red marks in the places more recently touched by the wax that hadn’t yet faded. 

“What a pretty picture you make.”

“Gwyn- My lady” he corrected when she tugged on his hair. “Please.”

“Beg again, love. You know how I like it.”

“Please,” he snarled.

“Such attitude,” she teased, lowering to her knees between his thighs. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous.” Before he could growl at her again, she had his cock between her lips, sucking him into her mouth with no preamble. 

“Fuck,” he shouted as he bucked into her mouth. There was no hiding her arousal now and she let him scent it as she glanced up at him beneath her lashes. She could feel he was close but, after that initial suck, made herself take her time licking and kissing and teasing him until his words were an intelligible jumble of threats and pleading.

Her hands had been massaging and stroking his thighs and stomach as she worked and she felt his whole body tense as she scraped her nails over his hips just before his climax hit and he spilled himself into her mouth. She continued to lick and kiss him as he came down, cooing quiet praises. 

“You did so good for me, love. So brave. My beautiful Shadowsinger.”

The low rumble that came from his chest was the only warning she got before he snapped his bonds, wings stretching wide as his arms swung around the back of the chair, snatching her up off the floor. She squeaked as he hauled her into his lap, burying his hands in her hair and kissing her hard while his shadows worked to release his ankles.

His body tense, curling into a crouch as he tucked her against his chest. His eyes gleamed wickedly in the darkened shadow of his wings as he grinned. “My turn.”

And her vision became a world of shadows as she laughed.

[ofduskanddreams]

pov: azriel has a motorcycle

A moodboard for and inspired by @separatist-apologist and mechanic!Azriel in her Gwynriel fic “The Way You Bend, The Way You Break”

[jennierubyjanersblog]

Gwynriel Academic Rivals AU

“Why did you sign up for that Mythology and Folklore class? You’re not even interested in that, Az.”

Azriel wasn’t.

But Berdara was.

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Lately, I’ve been working on a Gwynriel Academic Rivals to Rivals with Benefits to Lovers AU. Still debating whether or not I should post it. But until I decide, I just wanted to let this moodboard and a snipped of it. 🙂

[damedechance]

bad idea, right?

» read on ao3

Pairing: Gwynriel

Rating: Explicit

Parts: 1/1

Summary: Gwyn and Azriel have been broken up for two months now, but when Gwyn gets a text from him on a night out--the two longest months of her life suddenly feel way too short, for her to forget how good it feels when she's with him. Gwyn makes her way to his new place, and all of the old feelings rush back.

»This is based on/inspired by the song "bad idea, right?" by Olivia Rodrigo. Listen to that here.

Snippet below the cut:

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Gwyn was leaning back beside the hand dryers in the bathroom with Emerie, both of them waiting for Nesta to extract herself from her strappy dress in the stall so that she could pee, when another sound burst through the haze of ambivalent pop. Her phone chirping in her pocket.

Gwyn reached in, and peeked at the screen. It was a reply to her Instagram story, from the name of someone she hadn't spoken to in a long time.

Immediately shielding her phone away from Emerie–perhaps an unnecessary effort, as Emerie was currently humming to herself with her eyes closed–Gwyn opened the message.

'You look hot here,' it said. And it was true. She did. It was a video of Gwyn dancing along to one of the best songs of the night, taken by Nesta as they all egged her on with their screams and laughs and shouts of: shake your ass or wanna go fuck in the bathroom? And gwyn had thrown her head back in laughter, and brushed her hands over her chest.

Yeah. She looked hot.

But it wasn't so much the message as it was who had sent it, that caused Gwyn to blink incredulously at her phone.

Azriel.

They'd broken up two months ago. Something that had taken Gwyn exactly two months to get over, and now here he was texting her. And a lot of the old feelings were rushing back, without her approval. Her heart started pulsing, and her cheeks grew warm.

Gwyn shot out a reply: 'hey, you'

Azriel was typing. Her ex was typing. And though Gwyn had stopped drinking hours ago, she was still just tipsy enough that she could do nothing other than stare dumbly at her phone until the next message popped up.

Azriel: hey, you

[gwynrielshappyendings]

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Gwyn and Az have been gifted the Kama Sutra for Solstice. Join them as they explore the positions and each other. 😉

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[thevalkyriesshadow]

Day Five: No Need For Poetry

Azriel shows affection and love in a few ways...

With his hands - they massage sore muscles, tired from a day of training and missions. He's especially good at deep tissue and scalp massages. HAND HOLDING. Azriel loves hand holding. He loves the way her freckled fingers caress and slide across his numbed scars. Any time his hands are touched is an exhilarating experience for him. He'd hold hands with her all day if it meant he got to feel the warmth of them.

With his mouth - he leaves butterfly kisses across freckled cheeks and nose. Kisses that trail down her neck and across her shoulders. His lips suckle breasts and leave deep, marking bruises. His tongue traces every inch of her body, drawing patterns, connecting freckles.

NSFW headcanon below the cut 😉🤭

Azriel has been described as a freak in the bed, but kinky isn't the only thing he brings to the bedroom. He is slow and methodical, touching every inch of lithe muscle with his hands and mouth before settling between milky white thighs, lining up his cock with her glistening entrance. Pushing in slowly, feeling every inch of him inside her. His strokes are steady and filling, stretching her with each slide. This is when he wants to watch her come undone. Watch the way her mouth falls open in ecstasy. How her eyes screw shut. Hear her whimpers and moans as he makes love to her. Then there's the Azriel who fucks with reckless abandon from behind. Reveling in the deep, bruised handprints on her ass, the way her hands are bound and held by his behind her back. How she cries out in loud, lewd moans as his cock drives harder, faster, deeper inside of her with each thrust. Fucking her in a way that leaves her in a puddle afterwards and feeling that delicious bruising the next day.

[captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship]

Look out for some gwynriel smut over the next few days 👀👀👀

[goddess-in-heaven-and-hell]

Hand in Hand, Heart to Heart Pt. III - Gwynriel One-Shot

We are back with the direct continuation of the last part! This kind of introduces Gwyn to the more dominant side of Azriel, but it’s still tame. I hope you like it, I had a lot of fun writing it :) 

word count: 3.9k

warnings: swearing, mention of SA/trauma; smut: oral (m and f receiving), fingering, cum play (?), dom/sub dynamics

Previously: 

They sat like that for a while, Azriel’s hands idly stroking up and down Gwyn’s back. It was a testament to the intensity of the night that she took an embarrassing amount of time to notice the hardness that pressed into her side.

Shame flooded Gwyn like never before. There she was, blissfully relaxed from two orgasms, a back massage and gentle rubs, while her exhausted Shadowsinger suffered in silence.

“Az, would you like me to take care of you now?”, she asked, pressing a light kiss to his cheek with the question. The thought of pleasuring him made her equal parts nervous and excited.

“Mh?”, Azriel seemed to need a second to figure out what she was referring to. “Oh, no need. I’m going to calm down in a minute.”

Gwyn was just about to take the way-out he offered, when her eyes fell back to the room he had prepared. The candles still flickering away, the roses perched on the bedside table, the deepest love she ever had cradling her safely in his lap.

An unusual sense of peace settled over her as she whispered, with a smile playing on her lips, “It don’t want you to calm down.”

Azriel’s mind fought itself out of the haze it was previously in at Gwyn’s words. He couldn’t have possibly understood her right. And yet, when he looked at her, the small smile spread across her lips and the sincerity in her eyes made him wonder if she actually meant it.

“Gwyn, I swear to the Mother, you don’t need to ‘repay’ me for anything. This was more fun for me than it was for you.”

Gwyn just laughed, her hand finding the side of his face and cradling it. “Sure it was, Shadowsinger. I forgot my name at some point, and didn’t even care that I did.”

She leaned in to kiss him tenderly, lingering just a little too much for it to be innocent.

“I want to make you feel good. You deserve nothing less.”, she whispered against his lips. That little admission, paired with the fact that he was absolutely exhausted and desperate to feel more of Gwyn on him, made his resolve crumble. He had been planning to keep her off him for as long as possible, hopefully showing her that her pleasure came before his and that she doesn’t owe him shit. But the female in his arms was temptation personified. Just one little flicker of his eyes towards her lips made his cock twitch in his pants.

His silence didn’t go unnoticed by Gwyn, though. Her browed furrowed slightly as she took him in, mistaking his hesitation for something different. “I know I’m no expert or anything. But maybe you can show me how to do it right? I’ll try my best.”

Azriel nodded, then kissing tiny little pecks all over her face. Gwyn giggled when he reached the ticklish spot underneath her ear, which obviously made him linger there just a second longer. Gwyn’s laugh could heal him from all misery and pain, he thought, before scooping her up in his arms and standing up.

“Just promise me one thing, Berdara.”, he said, setting his priestess on the ground, “Promise me you’ll stop the second you get uncomfortable, or the second it starts hurting. It doesn’t matter how far gone I am. Just tap my thighs when you want this to stop.”

Gwyn looked at him with wide eyes. “I promise… but what could possibly start hurting?”

Azriel barely suppressed a groan. He really was the first person she’d ever give head to. He never thought he’d have an innocence kink, but that idea quickly went out of the window. His body was on the verge of bursting.

“Your jaw, most likely. Maybe your knees.”, he took a step towards her again, physically unable to be separate from her. His hands went into her hair, down her sides, grabbing onto every inch he could find. “But it’s also likely that I’ll last only about a minute, maybe less.”

His cock had some time to calm down after letting Gwyn ride his face, but the stubborn Illyrian side of him didn’t forget how he felt before. How desperate he was for her. How desperate he wanted to just sink into her.

“Should I let you do it in your own time? Or do you want me to tell you what to do?”, he asked, absolutely afraid of the answer. He needed her to take the second option just as badly as he needed air, way too far gone in his head to simply take what she offered him.

“Oh gods. You better tell me.”

Thank the Mother.

That might have been his last rational thought before he was kissing her again, pressing every inch of his body against hers, his blood rushing through him harder and faster than before battle. He couldn’t remember the last time he desired somebody so much. And he sincerely hoped Gwyn would tell him to stop whenever she wanted it, because he sure a hell wasn’t able to stop himself anymore.

The priestess was overwhelmed for just a second before she reciprocated Azriel’s eagerness, moving her lips and tongue against his. Well, eagerness was still too tame a word for what was happening right now. Weirdly enough, it didn’t scare her. And Azriel was a male with more than enough potential to scare people into obedience.

But it was her Azriel. And that made all the difference for her. Her core started to catch up to the situation too, even though Gwyn thought she was completely done for the night. Leave it to the Shadowsinger to drag her previously dormant sexuality out of hiding.

“Sit down, love.”, he rasped, then already moving away from her into the bathroom. Gwyn sat down on the bed, a spark of pleasure shooting up her spine when her legs rubbed together. How on earth did Azriel keep it together all this time while he just focused on her?

The Shadowsinger was back in seconds, holding a hair tie in his hands. Without much preamble, he gathered Gwyn’s hair in his hands and tied it up into a ponytail. Multiple books had told her it was better to have your hair out of your face when you gave head, and Gwyn flushed with the thought of what she was about to do. She eyed the considerable bulge in his pants, wingspan and all. Her core throbbed even more. She hoped Azriel was as good a teacher in bed as he was in training.

“You know you’d be able to see more without the pants.”, he said, smirking like the devil he was. Gwyn flushed even more, embarrassed to be caught in her staring. Then she sat up on her knees on the edge of the bed and started to untie his trousers. While she worked on the laces with only slightly trembling fingers, she leaned forwards to kiss the soft skin on his stomach.

Azriel shuddered, but didn’t tell her to stop. So she got a little more adventurous. She licked the dips in-between the bulging muscle, kissing every scar that littered the expanse of his abs. His skin was simultaneously soft and textured, so warm and hard it made her clench her thighs together. But she had a different mission.

Grabbing onto the seam of his now opened pants, she began dragging them down his legs, having to lift them away from him slightly to free his erection. She stopped for a second when it came into view, a bit shocked, but she quickly recovered and helped him step out of his trousers completely.

She wished to have had Azriel’s confidence when he saw her naked for the first time. It probably came with being alive for so long, having had so many partners. Or it was simply the fact that he was perfection. Azriel let her take him in like it was the most normal thing in the world, a cocky smirk on his lips. She knew he was about to make a comment, too, but held himself back to let her adjust to this situation.

After a while, Azriel held onto her hand, slowly pulling it towards his lower stomach. He pressed it down flat. “No need to be shy, love. There is nothing you could do that’d be wrong.”

She let her hand slide down his abs, his pelvis, right to the base of his cock. Her fingers grazed their way up his length, familiarizing themselves with the veins and texture. Then, she took him completely in her hand, squeezing just a bit. Azriel exhaled sharply, bringing his own scarred hand around hers and squeezing harder. “Like that.”, was all he said.

She was sure it must have hurt him, but one glance up at his face told her otherwise. His eyes were so heavy they almost looked closed, mouth slightly open. It was so incredibly hot, she needed him to make that face every day now.

A little trickle of white liquid right at the tip of him caught her attention. She’d read that some males produce pre-cum when they are really aroused. A flash of pride surged through Gwyn, making her more confident. She swirled her thumb across his head, smearing the pre-cum and making some of it leak down his length. Never in her life would she have thought that the idea of licking it off him would have her breath being caught in anticipation, but here she was. She let the intrusive thought win.

Her tongue connected with his cock timidly at first, licking a strip up towards the tip and collecting the streak of pre-cum on its way. It tasted salty, but not entirely unpleasant. And Azriel’s reaction made her lick another stripe up, this time lingering at the tip and licking right across the source of the liquid. Her hand remained in a fist around the base of his cock, squeezing from time to time just like he taught her.

She was certain it was an Illyrian curse that escaped him when she repeated the motion again, this time with more pressure and purpose. His hand tangled at the base of her ponytail, forcing her just a bit closer to him. His other found the side of the bedpost, holding on for dear life.

Then he suddenly pulled her back, disconnecting her lips from him. Just one look into his eyes and she knew she was in for it now. Her toes curled underneath her at his face. The hand he previously held onto the bedpost with now replaced her own hand on his cock. He gave himself one pump, making more precum spill out. It was a sight to behold, how is hands moved on his cock. Gwyn found herself to be jealous really quickly.

That jealously stopped when he leaned his hip towards her. “Stay still, open your mouth just a bit.”

Azriel seemed gone beyond the point of affectionate words. With his hand, he guided the tip of his cock to Gwyn’s parted lips, gliding it over first her upper, then her bottom lip. He painted her with his pre-cum, rubbing it all over her mouth until she was sure she must have been glistening with it. Gwyn noticed herself leaking at this point, but she needed to stay still for him.

When he was done, he took her in, chest heaving. “You’re so pretty, Gwyn. So fucking pretty.”

Gwyn practically glowed.  “Now take the tip into that pretty mouth of yours.”, his command came out husky, and Gwyn immediately opened for him, letting him slide in the first few inches. “That’s it. Now start sucking. No teeth.”

The priestess closed her mouth around him, starting to suckle lightly. She seemed to be doing something right because Azriel’s head fell back in pleasure, the grip on her hair tightening. Gwyn moved her head forward and back, sucking and licking with all the concentration she could still muster. She hoped she took enough of him, since a considerable bit of length was not taken care of. But her mouth was full to the brim, and the second she got cocky, her gag reflex brought her back to reality. There was no way she’d be able to take him completely, and the thought annoyed her to no compare.

Azriel, unsufferable as he is, started to laugh. “Getting greedy now, love?”

Gwyn glowered at him from underneath her lashes, and she stopped being careful with her teeth just a little. She sincerely hoped she didn’t hurt him, and she hoped he took her sassiness lightly. Azriel just burst out another laugh. “I’m glad you didn’t lose your fight.”

Then, both his hands came down to cup her face, holding her very tightly. His voice made a complete 180 – from playful to downright dangerous – all the laughter gone in the blink of an eye. “You’ll need all of it now for that little stunt with your teeth.”

And just like that, he pushed his hips forward. Gwyn gagged around his cock, trying to get her throat to relax at the intrusion. She could feel his eyes on her, making sure she was fine with it, even in the throes of dominance. And she was. If she stood from the bed, there’d surely be a giant wet spot.

Her eyes started watering as he thrust himself into her ready mouth, still trying to suck and lick any piece of skin. After just a few seconds, his rhythm changed. His hips seemed to buck into her uncontrollably, and he got more shallow with each thrust.

“I’m gonna cum, love. Where?”, he ground out, leaving her enough room in her mouth to answer. She didn’t mind where, truly. At this point he could paint every inch of her with his cum and she’d thank him. “Wherever.”

Azriel groaned, one hand finding the expanse of her neck and gripping her. First very lightly, then when she didn’t object, with more pressure. With just a few more thrusts into her mouth, his hand still around the base of his cock, he pulled out. At the same time, he pushed Gwyn back by the throat, exposing her chest to him. The priestess felt spurts of warm cum explode over the skin of her breasts, her eyes trained on Azriel’s face.

She wouldn’t have looked away from him even if she could. His wings flared out to the side, nearly knocking over a few candles in the process. He came with a shout that was nearly unintelligible, but might have spelled her name, his Shadows in frantic movement. He was so beautiful Gwyn could have wept. And the pride she felt when seeing him this unraveled couldn’t be compared to anything.

She smiled at him while some tears still escaped her eyes, watching him calm himself.

When his eyes finally opened and fell to her form, he cursed. The hand that was still squeezing her neck pulled away like he burnt it, and he fell to his knees before her.

“Fuck Gwyn, I’m so sorry.”, his lips already moved on her neck, kissing and caressing in apology.

“Az.”, he looked up in her face, and Gwyn hoped he could see the sincerity in her eyes as she said, “I loved every second of that. Including your hand around my throat.”

Azriel looked sceptic, eyeing her neck and chest somewhat regretfully. She hated it. There was no way she’d let him think that he went too far with her. So she grabbed his hand again, this time leading him in-between her legs.

“Feel for yourself if you don’t believe me.”, she whispered, pecking his lips as his fingers connected to her core. Gwyn wasn’t prepared to feel this elated when he slid down, towards her entrance and nearly slipped in from the ungodly amount of wetness leaking out.

Azriel’s gaze shifted from serious, to shocked, to calculating. He purposefully continued to move up and down her slit, making Gwyn tremble with need. “That’s interesting.”

He studied her with so much calm it made Gwyn furious. Her hips bucked against his hand, trying to get a resemblance of friction. She didn’t know there was a ‘too wet’ when having sex, but after his initial touch she barely felt anything. He was too damn gentle.

She flew forward, connecting their chest and their lips together and catching his hand between her legs. Too late she realized that she was still full of cum. Gwyn pushed him back just as quickly as she pulled him in, but it was too late. His chest was now glistening too. Her face of shock must have said enough on that matter.

But to her surprise, Azriel pulled her back in, reconnecting their chests. “You think I’m afraid of my own cum?”, he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. “If it’s good enough for you to allow me to come on you, then it’s certainly good enough for me.”

The kiss they shared while melting into each other was the complete opposite of what happened only moments before. Azriel kissed her with a tenderness that made her heart skip, showing her exactly how dear she was to him. She loved him so much it hurt. And she told him as much.

Azriel took her in when they parted, slowly travelling down her face, her chest and landing on her throbbing core. “You said you’re done for the night. Did you change your mind?”

Gwyn’s eyes widened in shock and eagerness. “What happens if I did?” She wasn’t sure if she could take him inside her just yet, despite her courage tonight.

“Whatever you want, love.”, Azriel replied, eyes still zeroed in on the spot where she’d like to feel him. She didn’t even need to think.

“Can I feel your tongue again, please?”, she whispered.

Azriel started to nod. “Would be a shame to let all that go to waste.”

Then, the grabbed both her feet and lifted them, letting her upper body fall back on the bed. He brought them together in one hand, pressing her knees into her chest to expose her core to him. “Hold on to your legs.”, he said, and she slid her arms around the backs of her thighs.

When Azriel’s mouth fell onto her for a second time that night, she cried out from the pleasure. He cleaned all her wetness thoroughly, lapping at her like she leaked some kind of miracle liquid. The pressure was perfect again, making her feel all the things she wanted to feel. His tongue slipped into her opening, stiffening to fuck into her in shallow thrusts while his thumb found her clit again. It didn’t take long after to make her come again.

As they lay in bed later that evening, after Azriel cleaned her and himself up and had a bit of dinner, she began to understand why Nesta and Cassian couldn’t keep their hands from one another. If it even felt a fraction as good as how Azriel made her feel, she forgave them for every time the were late, reeking of sex.

Azriel held her naked body close to his, legs tangled and arms wrapped around her upper body. She was glad he showed her a different side of himself today. Gwyn always had the feeling, that he was holding something back. Maybe not in their day-to-day life, but when it came to intimacy, definitely.

“Are you usually like this when you sleep with someone?”, she asked into the comforting darkness of the room.

Azriel’s lips moved against her neck when he answered. “The rough and dominant part? Yes. The lovey-dovey kissing in-between? No.”

“So, the lovey-dovey bit is a Gwyn thing?”

“Definitely a Gwyn thing.”

Gwyn grinned to herself. Having to acknowledge how many partners Azriel had before her wasn’t an easy thing for the mind, but that admission glazed over her spike of jealously like honey.

“You really liked it, didn’t you?”, he asked after another moment of silence, sounding a little more awake than before.

The priestess flushed just a little. She really did like it, even though she never thought she would. Was it sick? To experience what she had and then liking it when Azriel completely commanded her?

“I did like it.”, she admitted to him, cuddling into his chest more closely, “Do you think that’s weird?”

Azriel’s hand came up to her waist, rubbing up and down soothingly. “Because of what happened to you? No. Love, you are most likely born with your sexual preferences. It’s not something that people can influence.”

Gwyn mumbled her agreement, but that little, annoying feeling of uncertainty was still there.

“Also, the person you’re experiencing it with plays a big part. You’d let me dominate you because you trust me completely.” A gentle kiss to her shoulder. Then he exhaled against her skin, sending little shivers down her back. “You know my past. You know I was locked up for the better part of my childhood. It made me hate being restrained in any way, be it a locked room or bindings of some sort. Yet, if you’d ever want to tie me up in a sexual way, I’d happily let you. I’d probably enjoy it. Because it’s with you.”

She remembered the moment Azriel confided in her like it happened only an hour ago. His memories had burned themselves into her mind, letting her shoulder some of his baggage. She had cried the whole night for the little boy in the cellar. And she cried for the man he became, and how his past still haunted him some time, even after 500 years. If Azriel could find pleasure in the roots of his own trauma, then she probably wasn’t as brainwashed as she thought.

“Thank you.”

Instead of answering, Azriel’s arms around her tightened, pulling her back against him even more. When she was half rolled under him, his lips found her cheek, temple, hair, jaw and neck in the most un-Azriel like kisses she ever felt. She loved him for his support, be it silent or outspoken.

His kisses stilled after Gwyn was sure he touched ever cell of her. “Let’s go to sleep, mh?”

Azriel had been half-asleep for the last hour while getting Gwyn cleaned up and ready for bed. But he could easily function off little sleep. The most important thing was that his priestess got the after-care she deserved. It was fate that Gwyn seemed to be into the same things as he was, intimacy wise. And he felt honored that she figured that out with his help. Even though he was still unconvinced that she’d like the more extreme dominance he usually went with.

The Shadowsinger started drifting off to sleep easily, Gwyn’s breath his lullaby. Until-

“So, you’d let me tie you up?”

Azriel let out a sound that was as much groan as it was a laugh. He should have never given her the idea. Of course, she wouldn’t let that go.

“Maybe.”, he grumbled.

“But you just said you would-“

“Gwyn! Let’s stick to the way things are working now.”

“Fine, liar.”, she mumbled, “But you’d look so pretty in handcuffs.”

“Oh for the Mother’s sake Gwyneth.”, Azriel couldn’t hold back the laugh now, tired of faking annoyance with her. She’d be the death of him at some point. And as she started giggling too, he could no longer ignore the persistent urge that wanted him to throw himself at her feet.

tag list: @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship  @climb-the-mountian 

[dawneternal]

Just a Favor | pt 7 | Gwynriel

✦ ah, the infamous cabin. should I be embarrassed that this is the longest chapter of this series? maybe lol

✦ Warnings: smut beginning at the ! 18+, minors DNI

✦ Word Count: 2.3k

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Azriel winnowed them just outside the wards of the cabin. Gwyn yelped as the cold air bit into her skin. The shadowsinger was quick to scoop her up and carry her into the cabin before the snow could cling to her.

She let out a girlish giggle as he set her down in the cabin and they looked around for a moment at the decorated walls. All of Feyre's paintings were still intact, though some had faded where the light shone in through the windows. She walked around the room, running her fingers over the colorful pictures as Azriel lit a fire in the fireplace.

Then Gwyn shook out the blanket and spread it out on the living room floor, shrugging when Azriel raised an eyebrow.

"I still want my picnic," She said, gesturing for him to sit.

He kicked off his boots and sat on the blanket, back resting against the couch. He swallowed hard at the sight of her kneeling across from him, her dress bunching up around her thighs.

She pulled the golden loaf of bread and a bread knife from the basket. Her cheeks flushed, aware of his eyes on her, as she cut a slice and coated it in butter.

"I didn't know you made bread," He said, staring at the slice in her outstretched hand. He made no move to take it.

"I'm full of surprises," She grinned.

"Are you sure you want me to eat it?" He asked, eyes flickering between her face and her hand.

"I'm sure that my bread is delicious," She said, wiggling her wrist and pushing it farther toward him.

"I'm nervous," He whispered, searching her face.

Gwyn looked at him for a moment before crawling toward him and climbing into his lap. Azriel blinked, eyebrows raised, as she tore off a piece of the bread and smashed it against his mouth.

"Eat my love bread!" She cried, the ferocity a little terrifying. When he opened his mouth and laughed in spite of himself, she shoved the piece into his mouth.

He kept his eyes locked on hers as he chewed and swallowed, mirth dancing in them, replacing that nervousness.

"I think I like when you tell me what to do," He breathed. Gwyn thought that she could have told him that but she didn't say so.

"Tell me my bread was good," She said instead, looping her arms around his neck.

"It's really good," Azriel relented, taking the bread from her. His free hand splayed across her back.

She leaned against him, tucking her face into her neck while he finished the slice of bread. Her heart hammered wildly and she tried to take quiet deep breaths to calm it. She willed her body to adjust to the feeling of his, his warmth and scent and closeness.

"So you'll be going feral any moment now, right?" She asked after he'd finished and wrapped his arms around her.

"Not unless that's what you want," He chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through his chest and into hers. His body already hummed for more but be refused to let it take over. He would drink this in as slowly as he wanted, as slowly as she needed.

"I think I would prefer things to remain civil for now," She answered, daring to pull back and look at him.

"Then that's what you will get," He said softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Even just this, just holding her, made his being sing with contentment.

"There are a few rumors I'm curious about, though," She looked up at him through her lashes, a smirk pulling at her lips.

"Rumors?" Azriel's eyebrows ticked upwards.

"Something about wingspan, I think," Her mouth twitched from trying not to grin.

"Oh gods, who told you about that?" He laughed, rolling his eyes.

"Sellyn Drake," Gwyn lied, protecting Nesta from Azriel's scolding.

"You Valkyries and your books," He shook his head, "Any other rumors?"

"Something about your shadows," She said, her voice dropping a note lower. At that, the air between them ignited, all sparks of anticipation.

Azriel held her gaze as a shadow crept up towards her, swirling over the skin between her neck and shoulder. She let out a little gasp, lips parting, a flicker of warmth traveling down the bond.

"You've been thinking about these things?" He asked, just above a whisper.

She blushed, the shade of pink so pretty against her freckles. His body was so warm, skin smooth beneath her fingers.

"Yes," She breathed, leaning in closer, "For a while."

"I've thought about you too," Azriel whispered, and brought his lips to hers.

(!)

Gwyn tangled her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and kissed him back. It was as soft and sweet as their moonlight kiss in the meadow.

But when she pulled back, something in her face had changed. Her pupils widened, her breathing heavy. Azriel tried to ignore the heat in his stomach.

"I don't know what I'm doing," Gwyn warned him, cheeks still rosy,  breathing fast.

"I am an excellent teacher," He grinned, so mischievously that Gwyn could not help her own smile.

Then she kissed him again, open mouthed and hungry. Her hands began to wander as her mouth moved against his. Over his biceps, across his chest, resting on the hollow of his throat. When he brought his hands to rest on her hips, she swept her tongue into his mouth. All the while, the shadows swirled around them, sneaking tastes of Gwyn's skin. Azriel relished the goosebumps and shivers they pulled from her.

The bond pulsed and blood rushed in his ears. He gripped her thighs and pulled her father into his lap, earning a pleased noise from her. She pulled back, darkened eyes searching his, and reached to pull his shirt over his head.

"Are you sure?" Azriel whispered, wrapping a hand around her wrist.

"Yes," Gwyn nearly panted, tugging at the fabric with her free hand. Azriel released his grip and let her toss his shirt to the side.

Then her lips were on his neck, his jaw, tracing his tattoos. Her touch was so gentle, her teeth hungry. His own hands dipped under her bunched skirt, fingers moving up the silky skin of her thighs. She reluctantly removed her mouth from his chest so he could pull her dress away. She helped him tug it off and toss it to the side.

"Gwyneth Berdara," He breathed as he took in the skimpy light blue lingerie set.

"Like it?" She grinned, hands never leaving his skin. His torso was littered with scars and freckles, some interrupting the pattern of those tattoos. She liked it, that she could see those imperfections up close. He seemed less like some expertly carved statue of a god, this way. He was something real beneath her fingers, and he was hers.

The shadowsinger was drinking in the shape of her body, her muscled arms and toned stomach. The lacy bralette, embroidered with stars, barely contained her pale breasts, the thin straps of her panties resting high on her hips and accentuating their curves. Around one thigh, she had tied a white ribbon like a garter.

"You're perfect," He croaked, hands daring higher. He would count every freckle if he could.

"You're gorgeous," Gwyn replied, attempting to lean in again and taste his skin.

Azriel beat her to it, kissing across the swell of her breasts. She arched her back into him, body filling with heat as his fingertips dipped just beneath the waistband of her underwear. The other hand reached up to squeeze her breast hard, the sweet pain of it pulling a moan from her.

"Azriel," She whispered, whimpering as his thumb brushed over her nipple.

Desperate to hear it again, he reached around and unclasped her bra. She slipped her arms through the straps and let it fall away. He took a moment to admire her bare breasts and pink nipples before pulling one into his mouth, flicking with his tongue.

Gwyn rolled her hips against him in response, nails dragging along his shoulders. His lips trailed upwards, and he bit down into the soft skin above her collar bone. He sucked and darkened the mark, soothing with his tongue.

"Touch me," Gwyn whimpered as a shadow curved around the underside of her breast. Another caressed her ear.

"Lay back," Azriel said, his voice low and gravelly. He braced her hips as she shifted backwards and lay down on the blanket.

Azriel bent over her, kissing her feverishly until she pushed him back to catch her breath. He began soft kisses down her body, shadows caressing each mark he left. When he reached her lacy underwear, he locked eyes with her and tugged at the waistband with his teeth.

This was far better than anything she had anticipated. Azriel's honey-colored eyes watching her as he pulled the underwear down her legs and left it forgotten with their other clothes. He trailed kisses over her inner thighs, letting his teeth graze over her skin. He left the ribbon where it was.

Then he paused to admire her center, dripping with arousal. She smelled impossibly sweet.

"Still okay?" He asked, breath tickling her skin.

"Yes," Gwyn gasped, pushing her hips towards him. He grasped her thighs and tossed her knees over his shoulders.

The first swipe of his tongue was bliss. The bond was satisfied, sending her pleasure through to Azriel and echoing back his own warmth and want. She buried her fingers in his dark curls and held back no sounds as he worshipped her.

Azriel soaked in her beautiful voice, light and melodic, humming his name like a song. It only added to his nearly painful arousal but he wanted more of it. So he pushed a finger into her core as he tongue worked against her.

"Fuck," She breathed, fingers digging into his scalp. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, pushing deep into her center. She cried out, grinding her hips against his face as he brought her closer to release. His own hips mindlessly bucked against the blanket.

Her thighs shook around Azriel's head as she came, waves of bliss carrying her away. The bond amplified it all, gilding the world in golden pleasure.

Azriel sat back on his knees, staring down at her. His lips glistened with her orgasm and he couldn't resist the urge to lean down and make her taste it. She kissed him eagerly, pulling his body down into her. She could feel his erection pressing into her stomach and she was ready for it. His shadows curled around her legs, kissing her ankles and calves.

"Azriel," She whined, digging her hands under the waistband of his pants to drag his hips against hers.

"Yes, sweet girl?" He purred, licking a stripe up her neck.

"Fuck me. Please."

Azriel let out a low sound and stood,  finally getting rid of his pants. Gwyn watched his cock spring up against his stomach, dripping down the side.

"Damn," She whispered. That wingspan thing was definitely true.

Azriel smirked, kneeling down to shower her body in kisses again.

"Turn over," He said.

Gwyn rolled over and rose up on her hands and knees. He pulled her legs down until she was nearly flat on her stomach, holding herself up with her elbows.

"You tell me if you need to stop? If you need anything at all?"

"I promise," She said, voice full of impatience.

Azriel snaked one arm around her waist and the other reached up to cradle her head and neck. At the first press of his tip against her wet cunt, her breath caught in her throat. The stretch as he pushed into her was a mix of pain and pleasure, releasing a harmony of moans and whimpers from her.

He went slowly, letting her adjust as she needed. Eventually she arched her back and pushed her hips against him, urging him in the rest of the way.

"Okay?" He asked, voice a little shaky from her tight walls around him. He leaned down and let his front press into the curve of her back.

"More than okay," She breathed. He could feel her swallowing hard against the palm that held her throat.

He began a steady rhythm but Gwyn quickly decided it wasn't fast enough. She had hiked a knee farther up on the blanket and cried out at how much father it pushed him into her.

"Good girl," He chuckled in her ear as she rolled her hips back. He gave in to the feverish urge of the bond and picked up his pace.

"Yes," Gwyn whined, her nipples pressed against the blanket adding to her pleasure. The sensation of him dragging in and out of her filled her being. She had no other thoughts but him and the deep sounds he was making in her ear and the way they vibrated through her. The beautiful golden thread pulled tight between them, doubling every feeling.

"You are mine," Gwyn whispered, finally feeling the full impact of the bond, "And I am yours."

Azriel growled, his instincts unleashed by her confession. The shadows snuck underneath Gwyn's body and swirled around her bundle of nerves. The extra stimulation sent her over the edge, and her chant of Azriel's name pulled him with her.

Nothing else existed. Even as their bodies slowed and they caught their breath, the world around them was blissfully far away. It was only Azriel and Gwyn, curled into each other on the picnic blanket. She held one of his hands against her lips, humming happy sounds against it. He could feel her contentment through the bond.

She'd meant what she said. She had given him everything, given herself to him completely. He could feel it, the entirety of her being placed in his hands, the bond like a door wide open to her soul. He willed his own door to open. It was the only thing he could do to make it even. To let her see it all. The good, the bad, the broken. He would give it all to her and hope that someday he might even be worthy.