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moonlitstoriess · 5 months ago

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Across the Universe-ch.10 (Fenrys x Reader)

Summary: Y/n has everything she needs in life. A family, friends, a safe place she calls home and most importantly a male whom she loves. What happens when it all changes when Y/n finds out about the betrayal of her lover and her so called family? Well, ending up in Terrasen and in queen Aelin's court was not what she expected but what she will need to start her new journey full of surprises.

Warnings: Depictions of violence, Blood, Suggestive themes but nothing explicit yet.

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She was falling, and there was only darkness around her. The sensation of weightlessness gripped her stomach as the air rushed past her ears, drowning out all other sounds. Panic surged through her veins like a cold river, but she fought against it, trying to make sense of her surroundings.

Just as she felt herself descending endlessly into the abyss, a faint glimmer of light appeared far below. It beckoned to her like a distant star in the night sky, offering a glimpse of hope amidst the darkness. Instinctively, she began to reach out, desperate to grasp onto anything that could anchor her.

As she neared the light, its warmth enveloped her, dispelling the shadows that had threatened to consume her. She landed softly on solid ground, her heart still racing from the adrenaline of the fall. Looking around, she realized she was in a vast, ethereal forest, where the trees shimmered with an otherworldly glow.

A gentle breeze whispered through the leaves, carrying with it a sense of tranquility that eased her troubled mind. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the fresh, crisp air of this mysterious place. Despite the initial fear of falling, she now felt a strange sense of peace settling over her.

In the distance, a figure emerged from behind a tree, moving gracefully towards her. It was Elara whom y/n had met once before in an illusion. Elara's eyes glowed with ancient knowledge, and her presence exuded a quiet strength that commanded respect.

"Welcome," Elara's voice was soft yet resonant, echoing through the forest. "You have arrived at the threshold between worlds. This place exists beyond time and space, where the threads of destiny intertwine."

Y/n hesitated for a moment, the memory of their previous encounter flickering in her mind. Elara had been enigmatic then, offering cryptic guidance that had puzzled her. But now, facing her again in this ethereal realm, y/n sensed a deeper understanding stirring within her.

"Who...who are you really?" y/n finally managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.

Elara's smile was serene, her gaze unwavering. "I am Elara, keeper of secrets and guide to those who seek truth. You have been chosen to walk this path, where illusions and reality converge."

"But....I thought you were an Ironteeth Witch."

"That, I am. But I am also much more than just my blue blood. I have a gift. I am a chosen one, just like you."

Y/n felt a surge of curiosity mixed with apprehension. "Why am I here?"

Elara's expression grew solemn. "You carry a burden that spans worlds, y/n. The gates are weakening, and darkness stirs in the depths. You hold the key to restoring balance, but first, you must awaken to your true purpose."

"And what is my purpose? My true power? I need answers and I am running out of time, Elara."

Elara regarded y/n with a steady gaze, her eyes reflecting the weight of centuries of knowledge and wisdom. She spoke slowly, her voice carrying a mystical resonance that seemed to echo in the chamber.

"Your purpose, young one, is intertwined with the very fabric of existence itself. The gates between worlds, ancient and powerful conduits, are in flux. They respond to your essence, your unique connection to the Book of Breathings. It is through this connection that you hold the key to their stability."

She paused, as if gathering her thoughts before continuing.

"To close the gates, you must understand their nature. The Book of Breathings, entrusted to you, contains the knowledge needed to recalibrate their energies. As for returning home, it is tied to your mastery over these gates. With each gate closed, the threads that bind you to this world and others will align, guiding you back to where you belong. Your journey will test your resolve, but trust in your abilities and those who stand beside you."

She placed a hand gently on y/n's shoulder.

"Remember, your power lies not just in spells or artifacts, but in your heart's conviction and the bonds you forge. Embrace your destiny with courage, for in doing so, you will shape the fate of worlds."

Y/n cast her a questioning look. "What about the Valgs? Does the Book of Breathings contain a text telling how to end them forever?"

"It does but so does another book. You do not need to get the Book of Breathings in order to find out how to end them."

Y/n's eyes widened "What?! Which book is it?! Tell me!"

But Elara just stepped back, expression softening slightly, showing a glimmer of compassion in her eyes.

"Be careful. You were lucky this time that you fell here instead of wherever the Valgs intended for you."

Y/n's mind raced with questions, but before she could speak, Elara raised a hand, silencing her with a gentle gesture.

"Listen," Elara said, her voice tinged with urgency. "Time is fluid here. The path ahead is fraught with challenges, but trust in your instincts and embrace the truths that unfold before you."

With those cryptic words, Elara began to fade, her form blending into the shimmering foliage of the forest. Y/n reached out instinctively, but her hand passed through empty air.

And then....

It was bright. Too bright, in fact.

She could hear some noises around her, but she couldn't open her eyes. Her senses were coming back but why did her body feel this heavy? Everything felt really fuzzy. It seems like she has no energy because she can't even move her finger.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, and even though everything was a blur, y/n knew that she was in her own room-

Oh, so that's why it is eye-blindingly bright in this room. Couldn't they draw the drapes over the window?

She grunted slightly and tried moving her arm to cover her eyes when a pair of hands gently put her it back down.

She said in a broken voice, "Bright. Water."

"Eva, pull the drapes over the window. Elide, go pour some water from the pitcher."

Her vision was still unfocused, but she could see a curly haired figure sitting beside her, caressing her hair gently.

As the drapes were drawn, the harsh sunlight dimmed to a more tolerable glow in the room. Y/n blinked a few times, trying to clear her vision as Elide returned with a glass of water, which she held out to her.

"Here, drink slowly," Elide said, her voice calm and reassuring.

Y/n took the glass with trembling hands, bringing it to her lips and sipping cautiously. The cool water was a relief against her parched throat.

Her gaze started focusing better and she saw that it was Yrene who was sitting next to her bed.

The healer leaned closer as Eva asked slowly, concern evident in her voice, "How are you feeling?"

Y/n managed a weak smile. "Like a large boulder was thrown at me," she muttered hoarsely. "What happened?"

Eva looked at Elide who in turn, looked at Yrene, both expecting the healer to explain the situation to y/n.

Yrene sighed before looking at her with a softened gaze, "A servant attacked you during dinner. We all tried fighting her, seperating her from you but she was very strong. As strong as someone who is posessed by a Valg could be atleast. She was too fast, but in the end, Fenrys managed to land a blow to her back when she was busy attacking Rowan. Even though she tried, she failed to choke you completely."

Elide sat near her on the bed. "But she did leave some nasty marks which is why Isolde had to bandage you up."

Y/n nodded, feeling a mix of gratitude and bewilderment. "Thank you," she managed to say, her voice hoarse. She winced as she gingerly touched her injured arm, where the servant's claws had left angry marks. The pain was a sharp reminder of just how close the encounter had been.

"I tried to heal you but for some reason Isolde insisted on kicking us all out of the room and healing you herself."

Y/n smiled slightly, knowing the healer probably thought that she wouldn't want others to see her scars.

But, her gratitude soon turned into confusion. "What happened to the girl? Did she get away?"

Eva fluffed the pillows behind her and gently pushed y/n back down as she replied, "Oh don't worry, Aelin and the others are taking care of that as we speak. Yrene got the Valg out of her."

Before y/n could speak, he continued "Right after the attack, while Rowan, Aedion and Chaol managed to take her away with the help of other guards, Fenrys scooped you up in his arms and winnowed you to Isolde. He was livid! Absolutely crazy! Yrene left to help them the second Isolde kicked everyone out, Aelin and Manon followed after they were sure that you wouldn't die while Lysandra, Fenrys and I stood behind, with you."

"Fenrys stayed with me?"

Yrene nodded her head "Yes, he was acting like a madman. Even went as far as to threaten Isolde that if she failed to save you, he would personally kill the healer himself-"

"What?!"

"Yes, yes once we were sure that you were alive just unconscious, he calmed down slightly and ended up apologizing like a million times to her. Anyhow, for the past two days we have all just been looking over you. Fenrys literally lives at your doorway by now with the amount of times he stands or sits there while we look after you."

Fenrys visited her that often? The realization made a warm, comforting feeling make its way to her heart. A feeling she thought was dead after Azriel destroyed her.

Elide put her hand on y/n's stomach, caressing her gently as she said "He is either here or wherever they are keeping the servant, questioning her. Aelin says that the girl doesn't speak to anyone but Rowan so they are letting him do the questioning."

"And what does she say?"

Yrene just shook her head "She just began speaking this morning and everyone left the second Rowan called them. So, we stayed behind, making sure you were fine."

Y/n nodded her head, dizziness taking over her as she slowly let her eyes close.

When she opened her eyes once again, it was dark outside, dark everywhere and there was no one in the room-

No. There was someone.

She could feel eyes on her. His eyes. He was in the room with her, watching her from somewhere in the dark.

She could sense how Fenrys’ eyes roamed all over her, the intensity within them burning a hole through her. The tension in the room was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

Heat began gathering all over her body, pooling in her lower belly. Well, if he is going to sit in the dark, watching her, she might as well give him a performance. She wouldn’t be the only one feeling this hot and bothered.

Y/n sat up and stretched her legs and arms out, arching her back. The tingly sensation of stretching out caused her to let out a satisfied moan, loud enough to be heard in this dark room. Loud enough for the scent of Fenrys’ arousal to reach her.

“Heard you had been by my side the whole time I was unconscious.”

She lit up the candle near her while Fenrys came into view as he took up a seat on the small couch near the window and looked at her with an intense gaze, his onyx eyes somehow seeming even darker.

“Couldn’t have you dead in our world.”

“So, that is the reason?”

“What other reason would there be?”

“Your arousal tells a different story, Fen.”

"The girl said that she remembers nothing. We also found no collars, rings or bracelets on her which meant only one thing, the Valg have changed their game and are infesting others with a different way."

So he chose to ignore her comment. Very well, then.

She sighed "Well, maybe they do not need an object to invade someones mind anymore."

At his questioning gaze, she continued "Do you all have mental shields? Maybe yours are just too weak, allowing the Valg to enter as they please."

"What is that?"

What? He didn't know what a mental shield was?

Her eyes widened "Now I think I know why those parasites were able to destroy you all easily from within. In my world, Rhysand taught me and everyone else how to create mental walls, to protect our minds from any enemy. The Valgs wouldn't be able to enter my mind even if they tried because of how strong my walls are. Maybe I should teach you all so that none of you will be under any threat."

Fenrys nodded slightly, his gaze not wavering from her "That would be very useful....thank you."

Y/n didn't know why she smiled slightly while blushing but she did and she couldn't stop it.

"You look very beautiful with your hair down."

She turned her head back at Fenrys who was staring at her with genuine adoration.

"You have never seen me with my hair down?"

When she saw him shake his head slightly, she scoffed "Of course you have. When I first fell into your world, my hair was all over the place."

He chuckled quietly "Yes, but it was still tied. Never fully free. And since then you never let your hair loose in here."

She looked down at her lap, covered in the bedsheet "I tend to tie my hair in foreign environments where I don't feel safe. Even in Velaris, it took me some time to let my hair loose in front of the others. Guess it was that instinct all over again while I was here."

She heard him get up from his seat and slowly step closer as he asked, "Why?"

Well, she couldn't tell him why. She couldn't tell him that it was something she had been doing since she was old enough to understand. That when she still lived with him, he would beat her up if her hair was free and unbound. It always triggered something in him. And that was something she could never get rid of, not even long after his death.

So she simply said, "I don't know. Just something I always did."

Fenrys sat on her bed, right next to her and when she lifted her head to look at him, her breath caught in her throat because of how close they were. Their arms were so close that, if any of them even moved an inch, they would be touching.

He whispered while not taking his eyes away from hers, "You look beautiful. You always did, but now, you look even better."

She raised an eyebrow "So you openly admit to that?"

His expression remained serious "I never lie. Even if we may not like each other, I will never lie to you. You are very attractive."

Y/n was genuinely surprised at his bluntness and he clearly must have seen it on her face because he just smiled slightly and said, "I think that I enjoy seeing you shocked."

Y/n slightly leaned closer and heard how he sharply inhaled as she said with a smirk, "Well Lord Fenrys, you are very attractive as well."

She saw the lust slowly return to his gaze as her own body began heating up, goosebumps rising all over her skin at the look on his face.

She came even closer, her arm touching his, as she whispered "Do you remember the time in the training area where I told you that ladies must be blind if they choose to sleep with you? I lied. You are very....tempting."

What was wrong with her? What was she saying? This was wrong. So very wrong on so many different levels but did she care at that moment? No. Not even a single bit.

Maybe it was because of the lack of any sexual activity in her life recently, or maybe it was because she was still slightly dizzy and probably needed to eat something to get into a right state of mind but she did not care.

Fenrys just admitted that he found her beautiful. Why not reciprocate the feeling? Why not tease him....and hope for him to do something about it to her? It was in the dark of the night anyway. Come morning, and they would both act like this never happened. Just for tonight.

You said that same thing when you were in the forest of The Whispering Path with him. When you cuddled him to sleep.

But y/n chose to ignore that little sensible voice inside of her.

Fenrys' eyes darkened as he said in a low voice, "Don't start something you can't finish, little trouble."

"Promises, promises."

He fully pressed his arm to hers as he came so close, their lips were merely inches apart "You are injured and need rest. Wouldn't want your injuries to hurt more than they already do because believe me y/n, when I fuck, I do it like a wolf. Rough and wild. No lady was ever left unsatisfied with me."

And with that, he immediately got up but before he could leave, she said loud enough for him to hear, "I- I mean, we may not like one another but that doesn't erase the clear fact that for some reason, we both desire one another."

He did not look back as he reached the door, but she could hear the smirk on his face as Fenrys said, "Check your night stand before going to sleep again." and then, he closed the door behind him, leaving her alone in the room.

Y/n let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding and turned her head to the nightstand on her left to see a bowl of soup, warm bread and a glass of water near it. Did Fenrys just bring her food before she woke up?

Her lust turned into gratitude as her stomach grumbled a noise that informed her of her impending hunger. With a small smile, y/n took the bowl of soup with the bread, and began eating while overthinking what just happened.

But, she couldn't sleep. The fact that she had three days of sleep was enough to make her get up from bed and carefully change her clothes-

Mother above....the injuries clearly were bad if the amount of bindings on her shoulders, collarbones and neck were any indicator. Her neck? Really? It just got healed and now it is ruined again.

But apart from all that happened between her and Fenrys right now, she also had a million other thoughts. But the main one was 'How do the Valgs know of her?'

This whole thing was getting worse by the minute and she really was getting fed up with it all. If she couldn't sleep, might as well go out and explore the area. Find some answers, if she is lucky. It is the middle of the night anyway, no one will notice her flying.

Y/n winced when she moved her shoulder to flap her wings, but ignored it nonetheless as she flapped them a few more times before shooting up into the sky from her balcony.

She soared through the night sky, the cool breeze whispering against her wings as she glided over the palace rooftops. Her wings beat rhythmically, carrying her effortlessly through the darkness.

The forests here were truly big, seeming to go on for eternity which made her doubt if there even was a city here. But, all that suspicion got washed away the second she flied over the last couple of trees because what came after it made her eyes widen in awe.

From above, the city sprawled like a patchwork quilt stitched together by narrow streets and sprawling rooftops. Y/n's wings carried her effortlessly over the labyrinthine alleys, each one illuminated by the soft glow of flickering lanterns and the occasional dim streetlight. The city's heartbeat echoed through the night—a distant symphony of murmurs, laughter, and the rhythmic bustle of evening commerce.

Clusters of buildings rose in haphazard clusters, their architecture a blend of ancient stone facades and more recent timber constructions. Below, winding roads snaked through the city like veins, occasionally giving way to hidden courtyards and market squares that were currently empty due to it being late.

As she glided higher, the city unfurled beneath her—a living, breathing organism with a pulse all its own. The river that wound through its heart shimmered silver under the moon's gentle gaze, bridges arching gracefully over its tranquil waters. Beyond the city's borders, rolling hills and dense forests stretched into the horizon, their outlines softened by the veil of night.

This place reminded her of Velaris except it was much more quieter. Not in a bad way, no. Velaris was the city of starlight so it made sense why the streets there were always bustling, shops and cafes, music and art, everything was always open, lights were everywhere, making that place look like a giant lamp. This place however, seems to be more active during the day rather than night time, its residents would go back to their homes, leaving the streets mostly empty while fireflies would light up the way, creating a comforting glow. Seems like the residents of Terrasen prefer calm and quiet over loud noises and fun.

As she ventured farther from the palace, her keen eyes caught a glimpse of movement below—a figure moving with an eerie swiftness along the deserted streets. Curiosity piqued, y/n angled her flight path downwards, silently descending towards the shadowy figure.

With practiced ease, she landed on the edge of a rooftop nearby, her wings folding neatly against her back. Peering over the ledge, she watched as the figure navigated through narrow alleys and hidden passages, clearly trying to avoid detection.

Just as she prepared to resume her pursuit, another shape emerged from the darkness—a man with a cloak drawn tightly around him, his posture alert and purposeful.

As if he could feel her presence, the stranger lifted his head, their gazes colliding, and....she would recognize those gray eyes anywhere. It was that man, the messenger that appeared in her room when she first came here. Aelin said he was her messenger, what was his name again? Noah? No, but definitely something starting with N.

What was he doing here? Seems like he is also following this suspicious being. Whatever the case is, they both were after the same person, they could cooperate now, discuss later. Y/n gestured downwards, indicating the person she had been tracking. Nox nodded in understanding, silently joining her in the pursuit.

Together, they weaved through the night sky, maintaining a cautious distance from their target. Y/n's wings carried her effortlessly, allowing her to match the culprit's swift pace without alerting them to her presence.

As they followed the suspect deeper into the heart of the city, Y/n and Nox exchanged silent signals, coordinating their movements to avoid detection. They skirted rooftops and glided over bustling market squares, always keeping the suspicious person within sight.

The figure reached the outskirts where the city melded into the woods beyond. Without hesitation, she angled her wings and descended, aiming for a quiet landing on the outskirts of the city where the trees began to thicken and envelop the landscape.

The forest greeted her with a symphony of rustling leaves and distant nocturnal calls. Moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting ethereal patterns on the forest floor. Y/n moved swiftly and silently, her senses heightened as she navigated through the dense underbrush, careful not to disturb the nocturnal creatures that stirred at her passing.

Ahead, a flicker of movement caught her attention—a figure moving stealthily between the trees. Y/n approached cautiously, her heart pounding in anticipation. As she drew closer, she recognized it to be the messenger.

"It's you," Y/n said in a hushed voice, stepping out from behind a tree.

Nox turned sharply, his hand instinctively moving to the hilt of his dagger before he recognized her. He let out a breath before saying "What are you doing out here, y/n?"

She crossed her arms "Doing exactly what you are doing....?"

He saw her furrow her eyebrows, trying to remember his name and just smirked before giving her a mocking bow "Nox Owens, at your service, though, Aelin is the only one I serve."

She rolled her eyes playfully as his gaze took her fully in "Well, you are looking even more attractive than the last time I saw you, that's for sure."

"Um....thanks? You too?"

He let out a low chuckle at that "Very well y/n, I think we are both here for the same reason. We both think this person is Valg."

"How did you end up following them?"

He just smirked "A good spy never tells his secrets."

She raised an eyebrow "Spy? I thought you were a messenger."

He patted her shoulder before moving past her "A little bit of this and a little bit of that. Now, let's see where the weird suspect is going, yes?"

She sighed but decided to follow him. Two was better than one and its not like she could just go back to sleep after seeing this.

Y/n nodded, falling into step beside Nox as they quietly pursued the elusive figure through the dense forest. The canopy overhead filtered the moonlight into patches of silver on the forest floor, casting eerie shadows around them.

They moved with practiced stealth, their footsteps barely making a sound on the soft ground. Y/n kept her senses sharp, scanning their surroundings for any sign of movement or disturbance. Nox moved ahead slightly, his movements fluid and silent as he navigated through the underbrush.

Y/n and Nox pushed forward, their senses sharp and focused on tracking down the mysterious figure. The forest grew thicker as they pursued their quarry deeper into the night. Moonlight filtered through the dense canopy above, casting ghostly shadows that seemed to dance with every rustle of leaves.

They followed the faint sounds of movement, darting between trees and over fallen logs. Y/n's wings twitched with anticipation, ready to take flight if needed, while Nox moved with the quiet agility of someone who knew the woods well.

The figure they pursued seemed to be skilled at evasion, leaving behind only fleeting traces—a broken twig here, a disturbed patch of moss there. Each time they drew close, it slipped away into the darkness like a wisp of smoke.

After what felt like an eternity of pursuit, they found themselves at the edge of a steep ravine. Moonlight illuminated the chasm below, its depths shrouded in an impenetrable darkness. Y/n peered over the edge cautiously, scanning for any sign of movement.

Nox moved silently beside her, his gaze scanning the opposite side of the ravine. "They must have crossed here," he murmured, pointing to a narrow log that bridged the gap between the two sides.

Y/n nodded, her heart pounding with a mixture of adrenaline and frustration. "We can't lose them now," she said determinedly, preparing to cross the precarious bridge.

Just as she took a step forward, a low growl rumbled through the underbrush, causing both of them to freeze in their tracks.

Out from the dense foliage slithered a grotesque creature, its form a nightmarish amalgamation of human and beast, warped by the dark magic of the Valg. Its skin was mottled with sickly hues of gray and green, shimmering unnaturally in the dim light filtering through the canopy. Sinewy muscles bulged beneath its coarse, leathery hide, twitching with an unsettling energy.

The creature's eyes glowed with a malevolent light, pupils dilated into vertical slits like those of a predatory cat. Its elongated limbs ended in razor-sharp talons that scraped against the mossy ground, sending sparks of magic-infused energy dancing into the air. Fanged jaws parted in a hiss, revealing rows of jagged teeth stained with a viscous, black ichor.

As it advanced with a serpentine grace, the air around them seemed to thicken with dread. Nox instinctively drew his dagger, his knuckles whitening around the hilt. Y/n tightened her grip on her own weapon, heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. They exchanged a fleeting glance, silently communicating their readiness to confront the abomination before them.

With a primal roar, the Valg-spawned creature lunged forward, its movements unnaturally swift and erratic. Nox reacted first, darting to the side to evade its slashing claws, then swiftly counterattacking with a series of calculated strikes aimed at vulnerable joints and exposed flesh. His blade sliced through the creature's hide with a sickening squelch, drawing dark blood that sizzled upon contact with the forest floor.

Y/n's heart raced as she faced the twisted Valg-spawned creature in the dimly lit forest. With each swing of its monstrous limbs, fear and determination battled within her. As the creature lunged, she ducked and rolled away, narrowly avoiding its razor-sharp claws.

Adrenaline surged through her veins, heightening her senses. A strange sensation tingled in her teeth and fingertips, as if they were responding to some ancient call. In a moment of desperation, she gritted her teeth and felt the unusual hardness spreading through them. And just like the last time, her teeth elongated and hardened into gleaming iron fangs.

Her nails followed suit, transforming into formidable claws with a metallic sheen. The ancient magic of her bloodline awakened within her.

With newfound resolve, Y/n faced the creature head-on. Her iron teeth sank deep into its toughened hide, eliciting a startled roar of pain. She slashed with her iron claws, each strike delivering a resounding impact. The creature recoiled, its dark eyes filled with surprise and fury.

Beside her, Nox adjusted his stance and joined the fray. His dagger flashed with lethal precision as they fought in tandem, exploiting weaknesses and creating openings. Y/n's iron-enhanced strikes complemented Nox's swift movements, turning the tide of battle in their favor.

But, their luck was short lived as in an impossibly quick move, the creature managed to lunge for y/n, pinning her to the ground. She screamed in pain as her injuries harshly landed on the cold earth. When Nox tried to attack it, the creature used its long, slithery and heavy tail to push him into the rift.

"NO!"

Y/n's words were cut short as the horrifying thing bared its long, black and sharp fangs at her, readying to rip her apart. She would die now. It was time. She would die and no one would ever know-

In the blink of an eye, the horrifying creature was pushed off of her due to the force of something else. Something that was huge. She didn't see it at that second because all she saw was a flash of white fur but she saw it a moment later.

It was Fenrys. Or him as a wolf. His body may be different but she would recognize those dark eyes anywhere. Fenrys glanced at her only once before lunging for the beast. He teared and ripped through the creatures skin, even biting of one of its hands in the process.

Y/n's shoulder was fully bloodied now, causing her movements to slow down immensely. If she couldn't reach it in time, she would atleast throw the knife hidden in her boot at the creature. She was haphazardly trying to get her weapon out when she heard a loud roar of agony come from her side. She immediately turned her head at it and saw Fenrys was now on the ground, blood coming out of the side of his stomach as the ugly thing circled him.

Fenrys had endured horrors worse than this. He lived through and survived even harsher and more complicated conditions. He survived Maeve. He survived the first round of dreadful Valg-created monsters and he would survive this. He won't die because some new slithery Valg-creation managed to kill him. Never.

Fenrys kept telling this to himself as he managed to slowly get up, his energy slowly depleting due to the large cut on his ribs. He got into a defensive stance, baring his fangs as the dreadful thing stopped a few steps away from him, also baring its fangs. Instantaneously, they lunged for one another and Fenrys was about to aim for its neck when the monster fell back with a loud screech that sounded a lot like a cry.

Fenrys landed on the ground and barely managed to stand on his four feet as he saw y/n, with both of her hands right inside the beasts back. Her shoulder was bleeding nonstop, while her face was covered in dirt and blood. Yet none of those layers could hide that fierce, ruthless warriors expression as she closed her eyes, took a deep breath in, exhaled and then with a quick change of position, she had the creature on the ground as her hands finally ripped away from its chest and in them was......oh Gods.....she was there, all bloodied in both blue and black, her hair a complete and utter mess, her clothes ripped and dirty, her sharp iron nails and teeth shining under the moonlight and her hands, holding an old, rotting, black heart.

Fenrys' vision was getting blurry as he cast a quick glance at the now lifeless beast, with its mouth open and leaking black liquid. He heard the sound of squelching and slowly looked back to see y/n squeezing and destroying the heart before falling on her knees and squeezing her own shoulde-

He was swaying now, his eyes were about to close. Fenrys felt himself shifting before falling to the ground with a loud thump. Somewhere in the distance, he could hear her cry, he could feel a pair of hands on him as he managed to keep his eyes open for a little longer. Nox Owens. He isn't dead? He was saying something but everything was becoming a loud buzz in Fenrys' ears as dark spots began covering his vision.

The last thing he thought of before passing out was y/n. At that moment, she may have been covered in absolute filth but she was still the most enchanting, beautiful being across the universe. Something within him came to life, something he coudn't decipher. But......

Fenrys felt himself slip away completely as darkness enveloped him whole.

When he awoke again, everything was still blurry. But he could hear some chatter near him as his eyes slowly began clearing and Fenrys could see that he was on his bed, in his room. It wasn't night anymore, if the small hints of sunlight invading his room from under the curtains were any indicator.

With a low groan, he turned his head sideways and-

"Dorian?"

The room went silent as the king looked at him with wide eyes before quickly stepping towards his bed as Aelin exhaled a loud "Finally!" and Rowan said to Eva, "Go get Isolde."

Dorian came and pushed Lysandra off her chair near Fenrys, sitting on it, which earned him a glare from the shifter.

"Fenrys! You are alive! I knew my amazingly magical presence alone would bring you out of your unconsciousness!"

Lysandra smacked him on the head as her gaze turned softer the second she looked at Fenrys.

"We are all glad you are finally conscious."

Rowan sat on his bed with a small smile "It has been a day. That stuck up king came early this morning."

Dorian scoffed loudly as Lysandra and Aelin laughed "Look in the mirror, birdie, I am not the only 'stuck up' one."

Fenrys saw how these two were about to start a whole bickering session so he interfered quickly with a question that was on his mind from the second he awoke "Where is y/n? Is she well?"

And by the looks on the faces of his family members, the answer wasn't going to be a good one.

Y/n lost blood. Too much, in fact. First, she got attacked by that servant girl who wounded her shoulders and neck. Then, right after that, her healing wounds were reopened when that monster attacked her.

When Fenrys fell unconscious, y/n was busy ripping out her shirt in order to create a temporary bandage for her wound. Thank the Mother for Nox because she wasn't sure that she would be able to carry Fenrys all the way back to the palace with a bloodied shoulder and a completely drained body.

Nox himself had scratches all over him with a few small tree branches sticking out of his hair as he managed to lift Fenrys up, taking him from one side while y/n slowly got up and took his other side, getting under his arm. Their walk was made shorter thanks to Nox who knew secret shortcuts to reach the palace.

When they reached the residence, she was on the verge of collapsing but managed to force her eyes open as healers were called, as everyone got up, as Fenrys was taken into his bedroom. She barely remembers Manon's wide, worried eyes as she tried pulling y/n into her bedroom with Yrene so that she could also get healed. Y/n also remembers snarling at the witch, threatening the queen herself that she wouldn't leave until Fenrys was well.

She remembers not moving an inch from his bedside, displaying her sharp iron teeth at anyone who dared to even suggest her to go and get cleaned, get healed. But y/n could only hold out for so long before succumbing to her body's pleas. Before she too, fell unconscious on the floor, right next to the bed containing the male who fought for her.

She has been in and out of consciousness in the hours since then. Y/n slightly remembers her room being full with Aelin and her court, she slightly remembers Manon being by her side everytime she would wake and now, as her eyes slowly opened for the hundredth time, she thought the creature must have bitten her mind off, causing her to surely imagine the picture in front of her.

Lorcan was here. In her room. Standing face to face with Manon who was glaring at him while saying something. Yrene was also here with Chaol by her side, holding her hand as he tried to step between the witch and the man. Aedion was shaking his head while pointing his finger at y/n.

When Yrene saw that she was awake again, she quickly gasped "Y/n,"

That made the four others shut up and immediately look at her. Manon quickly ran up to y/n's side and gently brushed her sweaty hair back as she turned her head and told to Aedion, "Go get some water, the pitcher is empty."

Well, she was clearly going mad because what? Manon actually being caring? Lorcan being in her room again?

Yrene and Chaol also came to her side as the former had a soft smile on her face, "Y/n? Do you hear me?"

She slowly nodded her head, not taking her wide eyes away from the giant man standing near the door. What was he doing here again? If he came to fight her, now is not the right time. She might just take out her iron claws and rip him apart. An apology to Elide could come later.

When the others saw her glaring at Lorcan, Manon cleared her throat as she said in a frustrated tone, "He came and insisted on seeing how you were doing. Apparently he is worried but I could gladly tell him to fuck off if you wish."

And she probably would have. No, she actually should have let Manon tear him apart, but....the genuine look of concern and shame sparkling in his eyes made her sigh and say the next words, "It is alright, let him stay."

Manon looked back at her with wide eyes, "Are you sure? I know what he did to you, you don't need to-"

Y/n weakly put her hand on the queen's arm "Manon, please. I think me and him need to have this talk. Alone."

She saw how the witch was about to open her mouth to protest when Yrene just cleared her throat, nodding to the doorway while Chaol gave y/n a small smile.

As the three walked past Lorcan towards the door, he said, "We are outside if you need us."

She nodded her head at Chaol as they left the room, closing the door behind them.

Awkward silence stretched between them as Lorcan cleared his throat and came closer to her bed while softly saying, "I....I know that ever since the time you came here, I haven't been the nicest to you. In fact, I was horrible to you. I just....with the life that I have lived through, it was not easy for me to even trust someone, let alone a stranger from another place. I saw you as an enemy, a secret Valg, the root of all the problems and I was beyond mad when I saw how everyone was starting to slowly warm up to you. Thought of them as blind fools for not seeing you for what you are,"

A deep inhale and exhale.

Then, his mouth moved again, "I thought I did the right thing when I pinned you to the wall and said all that. But then, after Fenrys beat me up in his study, when I was getting healed, and scolded by everyone, I realized what a fool I have been. This is not easy for me to say but-"

"Lorcan-"

He fell on his knees, looking up at her "Y/n, please. I put you through hell so the least I can do is apologize. I am sorry, y/n. So ashamed and so guilty for what I did. I know that you won't forget it but I atleast hope you could forgive me for it."

He was actually sorry. In fact, he looked like he had the word 'miserable' written on his forehead. And while it is true that she would never forget all that he did to her, just like she never forgot anything else, y/n could still find it within herself to forgive him.

She sighed but gave him a small smile "I see why you may have seen me as a threat, Lorcan. In fact, I would have done the same if the roles were reversed and you suddenly ended up in Velaris. But, I am glad you owned up to your actions and apologized. You are right, I won't ever forget it but I can forgive it. I just hope that this means a friendly truce between us. Now please do get up, you are making me feel uncomfortable."

Lorcan smiled. He actually smiled while getting up again.

"Yes, Yes of course. We have peace, you and I. Thank you."

She smiled just as the door opened and both of them looked to see.....Fenrys being held up by Rowan enter the room. He was half naked, his torso completely wrapped up in bandages and bindings, his messy hair stopping right over his chest, his loose pants hanging over his hips. Lorcan immediately went up to help him but stopped when Fenrys cast him a glare before looking between him and y/n.

Y/n said, "Fenrys, we are fine. Lorcan and I made peace. You may relax now."

His body loosened a little but he still kept his glare on Lorcan as Rowan carefully brought him to sit next to her on the bed before dragging the giant man out of the room with him.

When the door was closed and they were alone, he let out a breath and closed his eyes.

He looked so tired, and his body seemed to have even more scratches than the last time she saw it. Y/n sighed but moved to the side, creating some space for the large male to lie in.

He opened his eyes at the sound and cast her a questioning gaze.

Y/n just smiled as she said, "You are tired. Come, let's lie on the bed. If you are comfortable with it of course."

What did she just do? Embarrass herself that's what. Did she truly think that what happened that day in the woods would happen once again here? Out in the open, in her room? In the middle of the day? While his family was just outside this door? He will laugh at her. He won't lie down because he would be embarassed-

Fenrys shifted his body very slowly, hissing at some point, probably due to the pain, before putting his head down on the pillow next to her and taking some of the bedsheet to cover his own body too.

"Your bed is much more comfortable than mine."

She just stared at him, not moving, not blinking and when he saw this, concern stretched all over his face as Fenrys asked "Y/n? Are you well? Should I call Isolde? What-"

"Azriel was embarassed."

His concern turned into confusion as she simply whispered, "After...um- after the war against Hybern, I was seriously injured on the battlefield. I managed to hide my whole blue blood secret by covering my wound with black bandages and when the healers were helping me, I made them swear never to say anything about that. So when I was lying in my cot, Az came to visit me, he was also wounded and tired just like you. When I told him to lie down next to me, he said that there are soldiers that are currently dying or suffering in other ways while I am asking him to cuddle. That it would be embarassing for him to do such a thing."

He slowly lifted his hand and let his fingers gently caress her cheek as he whispered back, "I would never be embarassed of you, princess. That Azriel is a damn fool for ever saying that. It was never your fault that he is a coward."

She felt such comfort. Never in her life has she ever felt this level of safety and bliss. She felt to peaceful that her eyes began to slowly close again. That is when she felt Fenrys gently pull her to him as he whispered, "You are truly one of a kind."

And as they both lay there, in each others arms, healing, their last thoughts were of each other as sleep sang its sweet melody into their ears, lulling them into dreamland.

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zoyaofthegardvn · 2 years ago

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would u write a oneshot(or headcanons) abt manon like punishing elide😳? its cause i read your fic jealousy jealousy (which was amazing btw) and i got curios lol. luv u🥰

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A/N: I LOVE THIS IDEA! Omg Jealousy, Jealousy was def one of my favorite imagines I've written, so I'd love to explore the dynamic I set up in that a bit more! Thanks so much for the kind words and the request, anon! <3

CW: Smut! 18+ plz! The sex in this is quite rough, so be warned!

The door hasn't even finished fully slamming shut before Manon's pushing Elide up against it, her back making harsh contact with the wood.

Elide doesn't complain, though, knowing she's in deep shit already.

Manon snarls, her pointed teeth bared at her lover. "Are you fucking insane, Elide?"

Elide gives her an innocent glance, a mere shrug of her shoulders. There is no talking her way out of this one.

Manon hisses at the lack of an answer. "Flirting with that gods damned brute, right in front of me. Are you serious?"

Elide resists the urge to roll her eyes, knowing she'd just make it worse for herself. "I wasn't flirting Manon, we were just catching up."

Manon laughs, but it's dry and humorless. Her grip on Elide's arms tightens, and she brings one hand up to wrap around Elide's neck. "Don't play dumb, kitty. I'm not an idiot."

"I never said that, Man-"

"Quiet!" Manon snaps. "Lorcan, that piece of shit, comes to visit, and suddenly it's like I, your fucking girlfriend, doesn't even exist!"

Elide pouts at that, but she lets Manon continue.

"Everyone knows he had a thing for you, and he knows we're together now! He knows that! But you let him flirt with you, and y-you touched his fucking arm! And laughed at his stupid jokes! And you batted your damn eyelashes like some innocent little mortal girl!"

This time, Elide can't help but roll her eyes. Manon has always been jealous, but truthfully, Elide thinks she's overreacting. Yes, Lorcan had been flirty. And okay, maybe Elide had played into it a bit. But only because of how distant Manon gets when the Witch Lands have visitors. She's all strictly business, and Elide tends to feel a bit needy when Manon acts like they aren't dating.

"You did not just roll your eyes at me," Manon seethes, tightening her grip on Elide's throat.

Elide huffs, a bit difficult to do with Manon's hand around her neck, and she pouts her lip, knowing that always gets Manon going. "Well, I can't help it if I appreciated the attention Manon, it's like we're not even together when we have visitors. No one else acts like tha-"

"So that's what this is about?" Manon leans closer into Elide, her hot breath fanning over her face. "You're such a little fucking brat, you can't stand when my attention is off of you for a few damn hours? When we're supposed to be talking to diplomatic guests about very serious fucking topics?"

Elide goes to protest, but Manon isn't done.

"I try to be professional in front of our visitors, and you act out because you're so gods damned spoiled. I would have brought you back to our room right after, and fucked you like I know you wanted me to. But I don't think you deserve it."

Elide furrows her eyebrows. Yes, she wanted Manon to fuck her. She wanted Manon to make love to her. She wanted several orgasms tonight, and she wanted Manon to use her as she pleased for her own pleasure. Yes, Manon will certainly use her tonight, but she doubts she'll be getting any satisfaction out of it.

Manon steps away from her, releasing her hold on her throat and arm. "No, I think that tonight, you deserve to be punished. Brats need to be put in their place. Do you agree?"

When Elide doesn't answer, just stares at her with that pouty, angry look, Manon snaps at her, "I said, do you agree?"

Slowly, Elide nods. "Yes Manon, I deserve to be punished."

Manon grunts her approval, and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. "Good. Now strip, then come lay over my lap."

Elide sighs. She hadn't particularly been in the mood to be spanked, but she knows she deserves it for how she acted.

She reaches behind her back, pulling the laces of her dress until it's loose. She pulls it from her arms, and then lets it fall, pushing it over her hips until it pools at her feet. Manon's gaze is hungry as she watches Elide repeat the process to the slip she had on underneath, and Manon licks her lips when Elide's bare, realizing she hadn't been wearing any panties.

Manon reclines a bit, and raises her brow, as if daring Elide to not follow her second command.

Elide wouldn't dare. Not when her lover is this angry.

She walks forward, albeit slowly, her lower lip still in a pout. "Stop pouting, or I'll bit that lip off, so help me Elide," Manon grits out, and Elide, bless her, listens instantly.

She climbs onto Manon's lap, her ass perched over Manon's toned, leather-clad thighs. She wiggles a bit, and Manon lightly swats her ass in warning. Her head is buried in the bedsheets, until Manon grips her hair and pulls her up, just slightly.

"You're going to count each one, and thank me after. If you lose count, or you forget to say 'thank you,' I'll start over. Understand?"

Elide nods, stiff with the grip Manon has on her hair, but Manon gives a small yank and says, "Words, Elide."

"Yes, I understand."

Manon releases her hair, and she places her cheek against the bed, mouth uncovered so she can follow Manon's commands.

Manon wastes no time getting into it, pulling her hand back and releasing a harsh smack on Elide's asscheek. Elide jumps. It stings, but it's not even close to the worst spank she's received, and she knows it'll likely get worse as she goes on.

"One, thank you, Manon."

Again, Manon spanks her, on her other asscheek, this time.

"Two, thank you."

Again, another spank, harsher than the first two.

Elide grunts, but she doesn't forget her orders. "Three, thank you."

Again, and again, and again, Manon spanks her. Each one is rougher than the last, and each time, it gets harder for Elide to count and to thank her, but she manages.

Manon's hand lands on Elide's red and inflamed ass, and through the tears streaming down her cheeks, she says, "T-twenty, thank you."

Manon hums, and she gives Elide a quick break by running her hands over her cheeks, Elide wincing at the touch to her bruising skin. Manon's hand runs up her back, until she's pulling her hair away from her face.

"What's your color, kitty?"

"G-green, it's green."

"And you'll be sure to tell me if it isn't anymore?"

Elide nods her head, and thankfully, Manon doesn't reprimand her for not using her words.

"I think you can handle five more, kitty. Do you?"

Elide squeezes a few more tears out, but she's thankful it's nearly over. "Yes, I think so. T-thank you, Manon."

"Using your manners so well, good girl."

And even though she's obviously still mad at her, Elide's heart swells at Manon's brief kindness.

Before she returns to the punishment, though, Manon kneads Elide's cheeks, ignoring Elide's whine of discomfort. She pulls them apart, and then spits on Elide's tight hole, watching it drip down to her cunt. The teases her opening with a finger, just barely pushing in. Elide gasps at the suddenness of it, tensing a bit before Manon's commanding, "Relax, kitty."

She tries, but she hadn't been prepared for Manon to touch her there, but this is her punishment, and she'll take whatever Manon plans to do to her.

"I think that next time you act out, I'll fuck your tight little ass. How does that sound?" Manon's tone is taunting, daring Elide to disagree.

Elide takes slow, deep breaths, in and out. "Whatever you want to do, Manon. I deserve it."

Manon chuckles, pleased with her obedience, before she stops teasing her entrance. She kneads her cheeks a few more times before returning to her punishment.

Manon spanks her, just as she said, five more times. No more, and no less. The last one is particularly harsh, and Elide jolts at the impact and releases a small sob, but she says, "t-twenty-five, thank y-you."

Again, Manon asks, "Color?"

"Green, i-it's still green."

"Good kitty," Manon coos, and pulls Elide up to sit on her thighs next to her.

Elide winces when her bottom makes contact with her legs, but she doesn't complain, waiting patiently for Manon's next command.

Manon wipes the tears from Elide's face, and on instinct, she leans into the touch. "Kiss?" She asks softly, and Manon frowns, because she's supposed to be punishing her. But she can never resist Elide's pout, especially when her eyes are all teary, her face is flushed, and she's just taken a rough spanking exactly as she was instructed to.

So, Manon gives in, and she gives Elide a quick peck to the lips. That's all, though, before she's pulling away, ignoring Elide's look of disappointment.

"Now, lay down on the bed." She commands, and Elide's nodding before doing as she says. She moves to the middle of the bed before pausing, looking over her shoulder to ask, "On my stomach or my back?"

"Back. I'm done with your ass for the night."

Elide does as told, laying on her back, hands fisting the sheets at her sides, waiting for Manon's next move.

She watches with glossy eyes as Manon begins to remove her clothing, boots coming off, tunic pulled over her head, leather pants shimmied down her long legs. Her grasp on the sheets tighten as she anticipates Manon's next move.

"Spread your legs," Manon orders, and so Elide does. She knows what Manon wants to see; how wet Elide's punishment made her.

Manon clicks her tongue and shakes her head, eyes zoning in on her glistening center. "It's not much of a punishment if you like it, is it?"

Elide shakes her head.

Manon hums, then lifts her leg to rest on the edge of the bed. Elide glances to the apex of her thighs, to Manon's white patch of hair that's wet with her arousal. Clearly, Manon enjoyed it too.

"Watch as I get myself off, kitty, and maybe, if you're good, you can cum, too."

Elide's eyes widen at the prospect of having an orgasm, she figured Manon wouldn't let her cum tonight. Manon doesn't often deny her an orgasm, but she thought that surely, tonight would be one of those nights.

"You took your punishment so well, kitty, and even let me play with your tight ass. If you keep making it up to me, I'll consider letting you cum," Manon says, clearly having noted Elide's surprise.

Elide licks her lips, watching as Manon's hands begin trailing down her body, cupping her tits, pinching her perky nipples. "Thank you, Manon, thank you," Elide's voice is a bit shaky, and Manon smirks.

"You're so polite when you're getting attention."

Her hands continue kneading her breasts for a few moments, before moving down, over the curve of her hips. She spreads her legs a bit more, then she's dipping two fingers down to rub her clit. One hand remains on a breast, pulling and twisting the nipple. Her head tips back a bit, and her eyes grow lidded from the pleasure.

Elide squirms from jealousy. Manon knows how much she hates watching her get herself off, she knows Elide wants to be the one to do it. But again, this is punishment. Elide doesn't get to be greedy.

Manon begins rubbing harsh circles, letting little moans fall from her lips. "Feels so good kitty, shame you can't be the one doing it." And then she's inserting her two fingers into her entrance, palm putting pressure on her aching clit.

Her hips buck a bit, and her legs spread even more, giving Elide a perfect view of her wet pussy. Lewd sounds fill the room as Manon fingers herself, and Elide whines at the sight.

"What's wrong, kitty? Upset I won't let you touch me?"

Elide nods, a mad little pout on her face.

"Words, or I'll spank your ass again," Manon spits out.

Elide swallows, "Please, Manon, I can do it better."

Her lover laughs, she laughs, and Elide's face grows red and her stomach curdles with embarrassment.

"You think a spoiled little brat could make me feel good? It didn't feel good watching you flirt with that brute, kitty. I doubt you could make me feel good now." Then her fingers start working faster, harder, and Elide can tell from her face that she's close to climaxing.

Manon's moans fill the room, and because yes, maybe Elide is a bit of a brat, and yes, she's feeling incredibly sensitive and small right now, tears start to well in her eyes.

When Manon, who had closed her eyes for a bit from the pleasure, catches sight of Elide's face, she laughs again. "You haven't even apologized yet. Am I supposed to feel bad for you?" She scoffs, and continues pleasuring herself.

"I'm sorry Manon, baby, I really am," though Elide isn't sure she really owed an apology, she'd do anything to keep Manon happy with her.

And that seems to spur Manon on, her fingers increasing in pressure and speed. Her other hand works her tits, and she's letting out overdramatic pants and moans to make Elide even more jealous that she isn't the cause of the pretty sounds falling from her lover's lips.

And then, she's climaxing, body tensing, arousal dripping down her wrist. Elide's toes curl at the sight, and she feels herself grow wetter every second she watches Manon in the midst of her orgasm.

When she comes down from her high, she climbs on the bed, making her way up Elide's body. "Please, give it to me Manon, I want it so bad," Elide whines, tense and frustrated, dizzy with desire. Manon's hand that had been working her breasts comes to squeeze Elide's throat. "Stop being a brat," she grits out, "you'll take what I give you." Elide breaths out a defiant puff of air, more bratty tears clouding her vision.

"Open your mouth," Manon commands, and Elide does. Manon sticks her fingers in Elide's awaiting mouth, and instantly, her tongue is lapping up Manon's slick. She sucks her fingers, never breaking eye contact, then releases them with a wet pop.

"Taste good, kitty?"

"So good, please, want more," Elide groans, though she knows it'll just earn her a reprimand.

Manon squeezes her throat again, and then grabs her cheeks, pulling her mouth open. She purses her lips, and spits into Elide's mouth. Some of it hits Elide's chin, and she pushes it onto Elide's tongue with her thumb.

"You're a pathetic little thing, crying and whining all because I smacked your pretty ass red and I wouldn't let you touch me."

And gods, though she's embarrassed, frustrated, and feeling so damn sensitive, Elide loves when Manon talks this way.

"Hmmm, I think you still have some making up to do, do you agree?"

"Y-yes Manon, whatever you want, take it," Elide stutters and cries, and in a brief moment of kindness, Manon wipes Elide's cheeks with her hands, but her smirk is all feral and wicked.

She begins making her way up Elide's body again, until her knees rest beside Elide's head. She looks down at her, and Elide turns her head to press a quick kiss to the inside of her thigh. Manon reaches down and grabs a handful of her hair, pulling her back to attention. Elide sniffles, but holds her gaze.

"What color, Elide?"

"Green, I-I'm so green," Elide breathes.

Manon raises an eyebrow and nods. "I'm going to fuck your face, and I'm not going to stop until I cum as many times as I want. If you need to breathe, hit my thigh, but other than that, don't touch."

Elide nods, biting her lip and sniffling some more, preparing to feast on Manon's cunt.

A harsh yank to her hair, and Elide doesn't even need to be told what Manon wants. Words.

"Yes, please, wanna taste you," Elide says.

Manon cockily rolls her eyes, then straightens herself back out. Slowly, she lowers herself to sit on Elide's face.

Instantly, Elide's feasting like a woman starved. Her tongue darts out, lapping at Manon's wet and swollen folds, circling her clit, and fucking her entrance.

Eventually, Manon's hips take over, and Elide just lets her use her mouth, nose, chin, as she pleases. Elide moans and groans into her cunt, savoring her taste. She catches brief breaths of air in between rolls of Manon's hips, and she gets glimpses at the undersides of Manon's breasts, the sight of her mouth dropped open in an 'O.'

She pushes her tongue in and out of Manon's heat, and Manon moans and mutters, "fuck, right there, kitty," until for the second time that night, she's falling over the edge.

Her hips slow down, and her soft moans quieten. She lifts from Elide's face briefly, hovering just above her mouth. Elide's panting, catching her breath, looking up at Manon with glossy eyes, swollen lips, and a wet face.

"Catch your breath kitty, I'm not done," and then Manon reaches down to smooth back Elide's hair. She moves from her straddling position for just a moment before she's turning around, then replacing her leg on the opposite side of Elide's head. Elide only has a few seconds before she's settling back on her face again, but moving slower this time, still sensitive from her previous orgasm.

Manon braces herself with one arm next to Elide's waist, and uses her other hand to push Elide's legs apart. She obeys immediately, and Manon gently, so softly she can barely feel it, begins to rub at her clit.

Nevertheless, Elide moans at the gentle pleasure. She's been craving release since Manon first told her to strip, been aching to be touched in any way, and she finally has it. The vibrations of her moan work Manon's cunt, and Manon sighs in pleasure, muttering a gentle "fuck" under her breath.

And then, suddenly, Manon pulls away and lands a spank to her pussy. Elide jumps, and squeals at the sudden flare of pain and pleasure. Instinctively, she tries to close her legs, but then Manon's smacking the inside of her thigh, too.

"Keep them open," she bites out, and Elide can't argue with Manon still slowly riding her face.

Manon repeats the process, teasing her clit, then spanking her pussy. Each time, Elide jolts, and tears leak from the corners of her eyes. Sometimes, Manon even teases her opening with the tip of a finger before she smacks her, right on her clit.

Manon begins working herself faster, and she opts to tap Elide's clit rapidly with two fingers as she approaches yet another orgasm. She spits on Elide's pussy, smearing in the added wetness, and then she's cumming all over Elide's mouth. Her hips grind down, hard, and Elide is dizzy from the stimulation to her cunt and the lack of air from Manon riding her face.

After she rides out her high, she lifts herself off Elide's mouth, where her tongue had still been lazily working through her folds. She climbs off of Elide completely, working to catch her breath.

"That was so sexy, Manon," Elide mumbles, through a teary voice and blurred vision.

Manon hums, "You feeling sensitive, kitty?"

Elide pouts. "Yeah..." she trails off, then quickly adds, "I'm still green, though!"

Manon shakes her head, but praises her nonetheless. "Good kitty, should I play with your pretty little pussy now?"

Elide nods furiously, spreading her legs and fisting the sheets.

"Hmm, I think I should mark you up first, in case Lorcan tries some shit tomorrow," Manon's voice can't hide the smile tugging at her lips, the delight she feels when she sees Elide's eyes go wide.

"Keep your hands at your side, or we're done for the night," Manon commands, and then she's straddling Elide's waist, leaning down to mouth at her breasts.

Manon wastes no time, she begins sucking harsh marks onto Elide's pale skin. She sucks, nibbles with her teeth, then soothes the skin with her tongue. Elide gasps at the pleasurable pain, and arches her back to push her tits deeper into Manon's mouth.

Manon tugs on her nipples with her teeth, then kitten licks the peaks with her tongue. Elide looks down, watching Manon worship her tits, and bites her lip at the sight.

And because Manon just can't help it, she's surging upwards to capture Elide's lips in a kiss, tugging on the lip she had just been biting, releasing it with a small growl before she's kissing her again. Their tongues dance, and Elide moans into the kiss, nearly forgetting Manon's rules to not move when she has the urge to tug Manon's hair, to pull her in deeper.

Manon breaks apart from her to trail kisses down her chin, across her cheeks, and down her throat. There, she continues her assault, sucking angry red and purple marks onto Elide's skin. Elide gasps, and stutters out, "M-Manon!"

Her lover hisses, and then bites Elide. Her teeth are only slightly sharpened, and it's quick and almost gentle, but she still draws blood. Elide hardly has time to notice it before Manon's attaching to the spot, cleaning it with her tongue.

"Fuck," Elide whimpers, nails digging into her palms through the sheets from pulling them so tight.

Manon keeps moving, until Elide's throat, collarbones, chest, and breasts are covered. Even the undersides of her tits, her sternum, and a few scattered along her upper belly.

Elide is dripping. The sheets below her are wet, sweat coats her hair and the top of her forehead, and her face is still covered with Manon's slick and spit.

She looks down, surveying her own body. "You're crazy, Manon," and Manon cackles, grinning like a madwoman. To her, that was a compliment.

"Let that fool flirt with you now," Manon leans down, hovering her mouth over Elide's. "You're mine, baby, you belong to me. Is that understood?"

Elide nods her head, lifting her chin to ghost a barely there kiss along Manon's mouth.

"All yours, Manon," she whispers against her lips.

"Good girl," Manon responds, then she's moving down, settling between Elide's spread legs. "Don't make me have to remind you again," she says, tone harsh, then she's spreading Elide's lips apart with her thumbs, eyes zoning in on her mound.

Elide groans, finally, finally, Manon's going to give her what she wants. "Please, Manon," and Elide's not even sure what she's begging for, to be touched, yes, but Elide doesn't even care how. She just wants Manon to soothe the ache of desire she's been simmering in all evening.

"So desperate, so wet," Manon coos, "it's almost sick how turned on this has all made you, Elide." And even though she knows she's just taunting, Elide bites back. "Says the one that bit my neck!"

Manon doesn't let that slide, slapping Elide's pussy with a wet smack. Elide jumps, and cries Manon's name. "You're in no position to talk back, kitty. And here I was, just calling you my 'good girl,'" Manon tsks, shaking her head and blowing a cool gust of air against Elide's puffy, inflamed cunt.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again, promise," Elide pouts, fully aware that she's got Manon wrapped around her finger.

Manon doesn't respond, but she glares at Elide as she lowers her mouth to her clit, licking slow, soft strokes on the bundle of nerves.

"Manon," Elide moans, her head falling back against the pillows.

She continues her slow torture, alternating between gentle licking and soft suckling. Elide's eyes roll to the back of her head, she's already about to come, finding relief from the slow touch after being pent up for so long. "Mmmm, Manon, feels so good," she calls, letting that coil wind in the pit of her belly. Manon speeds up ever so slightly, and then Elide's really on the brink of climax, telling Manon, "I'm gonna cum, baby."

Much to her dismay, Manon suddenly pulls off of her pussy, and the orgasm she was within reach of slowly fades away. Elide grunts and grumbles at the stolen release, but Manon shushes her and says, "Quiet, or I'll leave you like this all night," then she's sucking and nibbling at Elide's inner thighs.

Elide rolls her eyes at Manon's obsession with marking her, but she certainly isn't complaining. It's incredibly hot.

Manon litters hickies across the expanse of the soft skin, then again, she bites Elide, and licks the blood that drips from the mark. Elide gasps, and shoots Manon a frown, much to Manon's delight.

Then, with no warning, Manon's inserting two fingers into her wet entrance. Elide's head falls back, and she pulls on the bedsheets to resist the urge to tangle her fingers in Manon's hair.

Manon, again, spits on Elide's clit, claiming her. "This pussy belongs to me, Elide, don't forget that," then she lowers her mouth to her clit, sucking harshly as she pumps her fingers in and out of her cunt.

"Yeah it does, fuck Manon, right there," Elide moans, and she bites her lip to hold back a scream when Manon curls her two fingers, then adds a third. The stretch is delicious, and Manon slows her pace to help Elide adjust to the intrusion. She's so turned on and wet, that her clenching walls squelch as Manon begins fucking her in earnest. The sound is lewd, and Elide's panting and thrashing her head, back arching off the bed.

Manon moans around her clit, then pulls back to ask, "You gonna cum, kitty?"

Elide, between groans and gasps, manages to say, "Fuck, Manon, gonna cum so hard, baby."

And then, Manon's ripping her fingers out of her cunt and pulling her mouth off of her sensitive clit.

Elide jumps and sobs out, crying, "No, Manon! Please.." she trails off tearfully, again, her orgasm slipping away from her.

Manon chuckles, watching her cunt clench around nothing. "You sound so pretty when you're crying and begging me, Elide," she says, her tone amused and playful.

Elide sighs and groans, crying, "You're being mean," and then she's releasing the sheets for the first time that night to wipe at her eyes, rubbing them in frustration.

Manon laughs again, "you deserve it," she grins, placing a kiss on the plush of Elide's thigh, right on one of her hickies. "What's your color?" she asks, lips moving against her leg.

Elide doesn't answer for a moment, taking deep breaths. Manon pulls back slightly to look up at her, and then Elide mumbles, "M'green."

Manon trusts her, and she reaches a hand up her body to play with her breast. Elide winces at the pressure to her bruises, but Manon can tell by her breathing and the way her eyes are fluttering that she's enjoying it. She pinches her nipple, then starts licking through Elide's folds. Slowly, she licks at every inch of Elide's cunt, hands moving to push Elide's legs up and out, then one returns to play with her tits. Her tongue trails down, dipping into Elide's hole briefly before she places opened mouth kisses back up to Elide's swollen clit.

Elide's in pure ectasy, her moans turning into squeals and gasps when Manon sticks her tongue in her cunt, tongue fucking her and bringing a thumb to rub at her bundle of nerves. Elide's hips are wiggling, rubbing into Manon's mouth, and she's crying out, "Please, please, please let m-me cum!" She cries out, terrified Manon will deny her this one, too.

Manon switches her tongue and fingers, again, curling three fingers into her pussy, slamming into that spongey spot inside of her that only she can reach. Elide gasps and cries Manon's name, back arching off the bed.

Manon's fingers are ruthless, fucking her fast and hard. She mumbles against her clit, "Cum for me, baby," and instantly, Elide's falling over the edge. Her eyes are squeezed shut as she sees stars, and she screams Manon's name as she has the most intense orgasm of her life.

Her name keeps falling from her lips like a chant, and her hips ride Manon's fingers and mouth, taking as much pleasure as she can get. Her orgasm lasts so long, and Manon works her down with gentle licks, slowly pulling her fingers out of her pulsing cunt.

Elide's chest is heaving, face flushed and sweaty. Her mind's in a fog, and she barely registers the sight of Manon climbing up her body, brushing hair off of her forehead.

"Still with me, baby?" Manon asks, smiling down at her fucked out state. Elide whimpers, nodding her head weakly.

Manon coos at her, "What's the matter, kitty? Do you think we're done?"

Immediately, Elide's eyes widen, and she's staring at Manon like she's grown three heads. "Manon, I can't take anymore," she whines, tears slipping down her cheeks.

Manon shakes her head and smiles, deceivingly sweet. "I think you can, you know what to say if you really can't."

Then she's grinding down onto Elide, rubbing their wet pussies together.

Manon groans, and Elide gasps and whines, hips writhing at the overstimulation. "Take it Elide, take it," Manon gets out between moans, her cunt still sensitive from her three orgasms.

"Fuck, Manon, oh my gods," Elide cries, toes curling and hands coming up to grip Manon's ass. Manon doesn't scold her for breaking the no touching rule, knowing how badly she needs the comfort during this.

Her fingers dig into Manon's flesh, spurring her on. She thrusts faster and harder, the slick and spit allowing their pussies to rub deliciously. Manon squeezes Elide's breast in her hand, and kisses her parted lips. Elide doesn't hesitate to kiss back, moaning into Manon's mouth until she makes her way down, kissing her throat.

After a few more harsh thrusts, Elide's cumming again, and this time, she feels a gush between her legs, splashing onto her inner thighs and all over Manon.

Manon moans, and Elide swears she even growls, as she also reaches her climax. "Fuck Elide," she groans, "you squirted, kitty." She chuckles, and Elide grimaces in embarrassment, her chest is still heaving from the intensity of her climax.

Manon shushes her, kissing her cheek. "That was so fucking sexy, Elide," she whispers into her ear, pulling her earlobe between her teeth for a brief moment.

"T-that was so..." Elide trails off, swallowing and catching her breath, "so much, Manon, fuck."

"Hmm, and you took it so well, like a good girl," Manon purrs, moving to lay by Elide's side.

Elide can't help the tears that seem to not have stopped all night, and she sleepily rubs at her eyes with one hand. "I feel sticky," she whines, clinging onto Manon as she pulls her into her arms.

"Poor baby," Manon mocks, "too fucked out to function?" she asks, teasing. Elide nods, turning into Manon's hold, burying her face in her chest, where she continues to gently cry, coming down from the most intense fucking she and Manon have ever had.

Manon gives a contented sigh, fingers brushing through Elide's sweaty hair, running down her back. "Wasn't too much, right?" she asks, always concerned with Elide's wellbeing. Elide shakes her head head, mumbling, "s'jus intense, I need'a minute..." and of course, Manon understands. she continues to gently rub Elide's back, lightly scratching with her nails. She places gentle kisses to her hairline, and murmurs comforting words in her ears.

After a few minutes, Elide pulls back, shakily, to look up into Manon's eyes. "You know I feel nothing for him... I love you Manon, so much, I'm sorry if I made you doubt that, I would never want to do that," and her eyes get all glassy again, because she's started to feel genuinely bad about it.

Manon shushes her, kissing her forehead. "Don't worry about it anymore, kitty, I know you love me. Just needed some attention, huh, baby?"

Elide sniffles and nods, "I'm really sorry Manon, it won't happen again."

"Shhh, I know it won't. I'm not upset with you, Elide, I promise," and then she leans in, placing a gentle peck to Elide's pouted lips. "Will you let me clean you up? Take care of you? You're shaking, baby," Manon says, tone laced with worry. This was definitely the most she'd asked of Elide in the bedroom, but she was proud of how well she handled it.

"Please," Elide whimpers, wrapping her arms around Manon's neck. Manon wraps her arms around Elide, one hand bracing her back and the other guiding her legs to wrap around her waist. She picks her up, carrying her towards their bathroom.

Manon places Elide on the bathroom counter, kissing her cheek when she winces at the pain shooting through her rear. She leaves Elide for a second, ignoring her cute little whines, to turn the tap on, letting the large tub fill with steaming water. She drips some scented oils into the tub, too. Lavender, to help Elide relax. Then, she grabs a washcloth, wetting it under the stream before returning to her lover, patiently waiting on the counter with her legs spread. Wordlessly, Manon begins to clean between her thighs. She's gentle, and yet Elide still jumps when the cloth makes contact with her puffy folds. Manon rubs the outside of her thigh to soothe her, and continues to wipe away the spit and cum that Elide's covered in.

When Elide moves to take the rag from her after she's finished, Manon pulls it from her grasp, and instead, cleans herself. "This is about you, baby, just relax," she says, disposing of the cloth in the laundry basket when finished.

When the tub is full, Manon holds Elide's hand as she climbs off the counter. She catches sight of Elide's inflamed ass as she walks towards the tub, and she smirks at the marks she left behind, but feels a bit guilty to be causing Elide any pain.

"You're getting in with me, right?" Elide asks over her shoulder, and Manon pulls her gaze away from her rounded cheeks, moving to hold Elide's arms and place delicate kisses along her shoulder.

"If you want me to, I will."

"Of course I want you to," Elide replies, and climbs into the tub.

Manon does too, sitting against the wall of the tub, spreading her legs so that Elide can sit between them. Again, she sucks in a sharp breath of air at the sting to her butt, and she shifts to place more of her weight on her side.

"You're breaking my heart, kitty," Manon speaks into the crook of her neck. Elide sighs, "I like it, though." Manon smirks and cups some of the hot water in her hands, bringing it up to pour down Elide's chest.

They spend nearly an hour in the bath, cuddling, talking, calming down. Manon washes Elide's body and hair, making sure to be gentle of her bruises and bites. And when Elide insists on washing Manon too, she lets her, enjoying the feeling of being doted on even though she had intended the aftercare session to be about Elide only.

When they finish and the water's gone cold, they climb out together, and Manon towels Elide's body dry, then her own.

"Go lay down on your stomach, sweetheart. I'm gonna rub some oils on your poor bum," Manon's tone is teasing, and she winks at Elide's shy grin.

"What did I do to deserve such a kindness, hmm?" Elide calls over her shoulder while she does as instructed, removing the top blanket from their bed that needs to be washed, and climbing onto the sheets.

Manon gathers supplies from the bathroom drawer, and follows Elide into the bedroom. "Tonight was rough, I want to make sure you're taken care of," Manon answers, and shrugs like it's no big deal.

Elide watches her, gaze full of love and adoration. "I don't deserve you, Manon, I love you," and she smiles at Manon's stricken face.

"Of course you do, don't say something stupid, now," Manon snaps, though she isn't truly angry. Elide giggles, watching her climb atop the bed.

She pours some oil into her hand, rubbing them together to warm the liquid up. She bends to press a few light kisses to Elide's asscheeks, then gently, she begins rubbing with her hands.

Elide groans at the tenderness, and Manon smirks. "It'll feel better soon," she says.

She continues to rub the soothing oil into her flesh, and into her inner thighs, too, where the hickies are a stark contrast against her snow-white skin.

Then, she has Elide flip over, and he works the oil into her chest, too. Elide smiles up at her. "Don't get me turned on again, Manon," she says, as Manon rubs into her breasts.

Manon rolls her eyes. "You're done for the night, little one," and then she's capping the oil, placing it on the bedside table.

She pulls the covers down the bed, Elide shifting to make it easier. She tucks her girlfriend in, then climbs in beside her. Immediately, Elide's curling into her embrace, nuzzling into Manon's chest. The feel of Elide's skin against her own comforts Manon, and she presses a kiss to her head, urging her to go to sleep. Blearily, Elide tells Manon that she loves her, and Manon echoes the statement before she joins Elide and drifts to sleep.

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A/N: wow! did i go overboard? maybe. this is a lot longer than a drabble or a blurb or a headcanon, but i just got carried away! i had so much fun writing this filth. i hope you all enjoy, and of course, feel free to send a request after checking my masterlist for rules! :)

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