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icey--stars · 1 year ago

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Something New

Eris has a new idea for the bedroom for Azriel, and Azriel wants to be his good boy.

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Day 6 of @azrisweek 2023 (NSFW)

a/n: AH! this is the one smutty one we have and GODDAMN. the kinks just kept coming up ya'll. i couldn't stop them. so anyway...

WARNINGS/TAGS: NSFW CONTENT! MINORS DNI. sub!Azriel, dom!Eris, choking, bondage, toys, praise, daddy kink, edging– bASICALLy, this is VERY smutty and very dirty. enjoy lmao

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“I wanna try something new on you tonight baby,” Eris said, even as Azriel shoved him up against the bedroom wall and leaned in heavily to crash their lips together. Eris shut up instantly as Azriel practically choked him with his tongue, moaning into the kiss. Azriel swallowed up the choked sound, groaning with pleasure. His body was already alight with energy. But Eris had other plans, it seems, as he wrapped a hand around Azriel’s neck and pushed.

“What,” Azriel mumbled, trying to lean back in to kiss his mate. Why did Eris always try to stop him-

“I have something new I want to try on you tonight,” Eris told him, tightening the hand around his throat. Deep within Azriel, there was a spark of part of him he didn’t let out often. Eris had been the only in history who could coax that part out of him. The part that told him to drop to his knees and whine for the touch of his partner and beg for it with “please”’s at varying points of desperation.

Azriel stopped pushing for a kiss, panting as he stared up at Eris. “What do you want to try?” He asked, a bit suspicious.

Eris pulled something out from behind his back. Azriel’s face flushed bright red as his mate pulled a large butt plug out, holding it in front of him so he could observe it. “I want to tie you up,” Eris’s voice was rougher and more… dominant. “Then I want to put this where I know you want it, and then ride you into oblivion until you’re begging to come.”

Azriel’s face flushed an even brighter shade of red and he audibly swallowed. “What makes you think I’m going to let you do that?” He tried for an air of dominance and control, but it was quickly fracturing.

Eris smirked, already knowing he’d won. “Because you want to be a good boy for me,” the male stated, lifting an auburn brow in challenge.

Azriel’s mind short-circuited on the pet name and he swallowed again before leaning forward to rest his head on Eris’s shoulder as he began rapidly nodding.

His mate chuckled. “Aw, look how desperate you are,” Eris taunted, tightening the hand still on his throat. Azriel couldn’t help the whimper that escaped him and the immense wave of arousal that threatened to make his knees buckle.

“Get on the bed,” Eris ordered sternly.

Azriel pulled away from Eris, bee-lining for the bed in the middle of the room, climbing onto it and trying to ignore the press of fabric rubbing against his cock. He laid on his back, pinning his wings against his back– but he trusted Eris completely.

Eris followed, picking out a bottle of oil from the bedside table’s drawers before putting both the toy and the oil on the bed and climbing over top of Azriel, who was shaking by now.

“You remember our safeword?” Eris asked gently, leaning down over Azriel, bracing himself on his forearms so he could whisper into his mate’s ear. Azriel nodded.

“Words,” Eris ordered, balancing on one forearm to slide a hand around Azriel’s neck.

“Yes,” Azriel let out in a rush, nodding. He bit his lip on the “please” that tried to slip out. He wasn’t going to beg this early into the game.

“Good,” Eris purred and kissed him, squeezing his neck slightly. Azriel felt lightheaded with everything happening. His cock was beginning to hurt from where it was still trapped in his leathers. He jutted his hips up desperately, letting out a whine when Eris dropped his weight onto Azriel to keep him still.

“Be good,” Eris growled as he pulled away from Azriel. “Your pleasure is mine.”

Azriel nodded. “Sorry sir,” he whispered. Eris’s pupils expanded at the words and he smirked wide.

“What was that?” Eris prompted, rubbing his thumb along the side of Azriel’s neck.

“I’m sorry,” Azriel repeated.

“No, not that. What did you say after that?”

Azriel swallowed and whispered, “Sir.”

“Say it louder.”

“Sir!” Azriel said quickly.

Eris grinned like a fiend and released his neck, rising up so he was kneeling above Azriel. “Good boy,” Eris praised. Azriel shuddered.

After a moment of Eris just watching Azriel, he asked, “How do you feel about ropes tonight baby?”

Azriel blinked and was so overcome with a wave of arousal he let out a whine, closing his eyes and leaning his head back into the pillow while also desperately jutting his hips up for any sort of friction.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Eris purred, and got off the bed again.

Azriel turned to look at him, feeling heavy and aching in multiple ways.

Eris got back on the bed a moment later, holding a length of silk rope in his right hand. Azriel shifted his wings into a more comfortable location but only ended up whining for a whole other reason. He was so sensitive right now. Even the slightest touch to his wings from the sheets had him tensing to hold back his climax.

And Eris looked overjoyed to see it.

“Now now,” Eris placated. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves now. As I said, your pleasure is mine. If you move your wings again, I might just have to tie them up too.”

Azriel whimpered, staring at Eris desperately. He needed his touch or he was going to die.

Luckily, Eris seemed to understand and connected their lips. Azriel groaned as Eris’s tongue pushed into his mouth, running along his teeth and tangling with his own tongue. Azriel tried his best to reciprocate, but Eris was ravishing him.

Azriel felt his hands being maneuvered above him and then silk rope being wrapped around his wrists loosely. He whimpered as Eris pulled away to focus on tying his wrists to the bed frame, leaving him helpless.

Eris finished tightening the ropes and Azriel tested them briefly, finding very little give. He was stretched out for his mate and he couldn’t be happier about it.

“Hmm…” Eris hummed while gazing down at him like some sort of god on a throne. “Do I need to tie you up more or can you control yourself?”

Azriel’s eyes were hazy and his eyelids were heavy with arousal, but he managed to look up at Eris, if even just to ogle his mate’s physique. “I’ll be good sir.”

Eris smirked and leaned down to kiss him again. Azriel was overjoyed by the action, groaning into Eris’s mouth. It was bliss. That’s what this was. Utter bliss and trust and need.

“I need you sir,” Azriel panted when Eris pulled back. “I need you.”

Eris reached down, swiping a hand over his inner thighs. “Aw, you’re going to have to be more specific than that, baby. Tell daddy what you want.”

That name sent Azriel higher than the clouds. It was brought out so rarely, as rarely as Azriel released all control to his lover, but it always made his cock leak, which was exactly what it was doing right now. It was also aching horribly. He needed Eris to touch him now.

“Please touch me daddy,” Azriel begged. “Please.”

Eris looked down at him for a moment with a gentle look, and Azriel thought he was about to deny him before he moved his palm up from his thighs to lightly grasp his cock. Azriel lets out another desperate sound of need, arching his hips off the bed for more.

Eris shot him a look and Azriel realized his mistake as Eris pulled away again.

“No, no, no,” Azriel murmured. “I’m sorry daddy. I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I’m sorry. You just feel so good.”

Eris gave him a small look. “Don’t do it again, baby, or I’ll be forced to punish you.”

Azriel nodded, forcing himself to relax and stay still for his lover. Eris smiled at his eagerness to please and reached down to take a hold of his dick again. Azriel stiffened, but didn’t move.

“Good boy,” Eris purred and gently began to move his hand.

Azriel let his head fall limply back onto the bed at the sensation. It was euphoric and almost too much for his frazzled senses, but he felt amazing. Eris leaned down to continue kissing him and he wouldn’t be surprised if he exploded right then.

When Eris pulled back, he reached over to the side of the bed where Azriel knew rested the bottle of oil from before. Azriel resisted the urge to shift his hips downward when he felt an oiled finger trace down his crack.

“Good,” Eris praised. “You trying to be good for daddy?”

Azriel nodded immediately, watching Eris with hazy eyelids. “I’m yours,” he said.

Eris’s eyes briefly darkened. “That’s right baby,” Eris purred. “You are mine. All mine.” Eris suddenly leaned down to begin to mouth at his neck and chest. When he bit, Azriel let out a keening noise.

After that, Eris didn’t stop with the sensation. His hand had moved away from his dick to balance and hold his other hand’s fingers right around his rim. He mouthed at Azriel’s skin, leaving marks and then on one particularly hard bite, he pushed one finger past Azriel’s rim. Azriel had to hold himself back from pushing into the feeling to get more of it. He needed to be good. He needed more.

Eris began gently thrusting that finger until he could fit a second. When he curled them inside, Azriel felt a wave of pleasure and he almost screamed.

“Aw, did that feel good baby?” Eris mocked. “No cumming until I say you can.”

Azriel let his eyes fall short as he panted harshly, letting out moans every few seconds as Eris continued to stretch him on his fingers.

When Eris abruptly pulled out, Azriel made a whimpering noise, opening his eyes to see why Eris had stopped and stopped dead when he saw his mate lathering the plug with oil.

“Be good,” Eris warned when he saw Azriel’s muscles bunch like he was about to move. Azriel was so close. He was so unbelievably close that only tensing every muscle in his body seemed to hold his release at bay. It was utter bliss to let go like this, let his mind go only to the pleasure and trust of his lover.

“Gods,” Eris groaned. “You look so beautiful like this. Spread out for me, tied up and helpless. You’re just letting me make you feel good, aren’t you? Such a pretty good boy.”

Azriel’s mind was so hazy that the only response he could form was just a moan as he attempted to keep his body still.

“You’re so desperate you can’t even form words,” Eris chuckled manically. “Look at you… so perfect. All mine.”

“All yours,” Azriel managed to grit out.

“Is that the only thing you can say?” Eris asked. “Just that you’re all mine? Just all those pretty moans, whimpers and whines and then the fact you’re mine.”

Azriel nodded and Eris moved the plug down to his hole, and began pressing inside. He threw his head back onto the bed, pulling at his bonds to either escape or get closer to the heady sensation.

“My perfect boy,” Eris whispered, closer to his ear now. “You want me to ride you baby?”

Azriel had forgotten that part already, but at the reminder, he was utterly fucked. He was already so close just like this, and if Eris rode him… oh he was so getting a punishment.

The widest part of the plug pushed into him and he keened at the feeling, whining high and needy. Eris released it as he squeezed tight around the conical shape within him, only proving to stimulate his own prostate and further overwhelm him with the utter pleasure.

Azriel briefly saw Eris swiping more oil and kneeling over Azriel’s crotch, so close to touching him, but not. Azriel felt so needy. He wanted to rub against Eris and make him feel so good, just as euphoric as he was feeling right now.

“Let me touch you,” he begged. “Please. I wanna touch you. Let me make you feel good.”

Eris looked up briefly, smirking. “You take what you’re given,” he said firmly and let out a little breathy moan as he stretched himself.

Azriel pulled at his bindings just to see if he could get free and turn them over to do what he wanted with his mate. Still, there was little give and Eris was too good at tying people up, apparently, to let Azriel escape.

“I told you what I’m going to do,” Eris said. “And you’re not going to change my mind.”

Azriel groaned in defeat, but it quickly turned into a moan as the slight movement shifted the plug from where it was inside of him. Gods, it was overwhelming in the best way. It was keeping him on the fine edge. He wasn’t going to last long.

Eris suddenly pulled his hand away from where it was behind him, shifting a little more forward so Azriel’s cock was aligned with his hole. Eris got a little more oil and pumped Azriel a few times, causing him to groan and tense his muscles to hold back from moving.

“Gonna make me feel good, Az?” Eris panted, his own cock swollen with a red tip that was dripping profusely. Azriel smiled briefly at the fact he was affecting his mate as much as Eris was affecting him. “You’re going to stay still like a good boy so daddy can feel good.”

Azriel whined and nodded rapidly.

“Tell daddy how much you need him,” Eris ordered. “Tell me how much you want me to sit on your perfect dick and fuck myself on it.”

“Please.” Azriel was barely coherent and he felt so good. “Please sir. I want it so bad. I wanna make you feel good. Please. Please- please pleasepleaseplease-” His voice broke as Eris aligned his dick and began to sit down.

Azriel groaned with Eris at the feeling. He felt so used but it felt so good. He had a plug stuffed inside of him and his mate sitting down on his cock. It couldn’t get better than this, he decided.

As soon as Eris’s ass made contact with his hips, Eris’s head dipped down to kiss him. It was perfect. Everything was perfect.

“So perfect,” Eris muttered against his lips and then briefly lifted himself up only to slam back down with a moan. Azriel groaned, trying his best with his limited movement to suck at Eris’s neck.

Eris groaned and sat up so he could move easier. Azriel watched, enraptured by the sight of his mate sliding up and down his cock.

Azriel moaned as a particularly rough movement shifted the plug inside of him.

“Gonna cum, baby?” Eris asked.

Azriel nodded, eyes closing, needing to feel the bliss of releasing the pressure inside of him. Needed to fall off that edge.

Eris immediately stopped, sitting fully against Azriel’s hips. The male in question immediately groaned defeatedly, pulling at his bindings to try and get Eris to continue moving.

“Please daddy,” Azriel moaned. “Please. I’ve been good. Please let me cum.”

“Not before me,” Eris growled and began to move again. “Be good.”

Azriel keened as Eris continued to slam himself down. Eris was so warm and the plug inside of him was sending him higher than the clouds. Higher than he could ever hope to fly.

Eris suddenly leaned down to grind in deep and as if he’d read Azriel’s mind, he put a hand around the top edge of his wing, gripping tightly.

Azriel let out a startled moan, opening his eyes to beg Eris silently. He wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer if he kept touching his wings.

“Almost there baby,” Eris panted. “Be good for your daddy.”

Azriel groaned. “Can I move? Please let me move.” He asked. If he could move and thrust his hips up into Eris and angle to hit his special spot that he had memorized by now… Eris would cum immediately.

Eris seemed to be losing his own sanity as his eyes briefly closed. “Alright baby,” he allowed. “Move. Make daddy feel good.”

Azriel immediately thrust his hips up. However, he didn’t account for the plug still buried within him again. He moaned loudly as he thrust into Eris’s warmth, with the plug pressing against his prostate while Eris still grasped his wing. He was falling apart. If Eris didn’t cum soon, he would say to hell with the punishment.

Eris moaned as Azriel continued to move, and one hand moved from where it braced him against Azriel’s chest to grasp his own cock and began rapidly pumping it. Azriel sent a brief thanks to the Cauldron for not making him hold on any longer.

As soon as Eris’s cock began to spew white, Azriel let out a scream at the added pressure around his cock and the squeezing grip around his wing (even with a little bit of Eris’s nails digging into the membrane) and came.

He felt euphoric. So blissful. So happy and so utterly comfortable. Distantly, felt hands smoothing down his sides and wrapped around him briefly in a hug. A gentle kiss was left on his lips, but didn’t block his rapid panting.

Auburn hair brushed against his chest as he began to slowly come down from his high. He groaned briefly at the feeling of cum drying on his stomach, but settled when he met those familiar amber eyes of his mate.

Eris hissed as he lifted himself up and away from Azriel. One hand went between his legs and then the plug was being pulled out gently. As soon as the bindings around his wrists were released, Azriel turned into his mate’s chest to hide his face.

“You okay?” Eris whispered.

Azriel just nuzzled further into him.

“Az?”

“I’m tired,” Azriel groaned.

Eris chuckled, bringing his hands up to pet through Azriel’s hair. “Let’s go take a bath baby, then you can sleep.”

“Cuddles,” Azriel protested.

“I know you want cuddles, baby,” Eris said, “But we can cuddle in the bath while getting clean.”

Azriel groaned, but it was a good idea. “Fine,” he allowed, but didn’t move. He just wrapped his arms around Eris tighter.

“Come on baby,” Eris said more forcefully, pulling away from Azriel. “Bath time.”

Azriel groaned as he rolled over to the edge of the bed, standing on shaky legs. Eris immediately supported him as he stumbled slightly.

“Did you like that?” Eris asked curiously.

Azriel nodded tiredly as his mate turned on the water.

“Can you use your words?”

Azriel lifted his gaze to look at Eris, seeing some slight insecurity flickering there. He smiled briefly and then tugged Eris by his hips to hug him again, resting his cheek on Eris’s side. “My brain still feels hazy. That was fuckin’ perfect. I felt so good. You’re so good to me. I love you.” The mixture of thoughts might’ve not been completely related, but they seemed to ease Eris a lot.

“Yeah?” Eris said in a teasing tone. “You liked me tying you up?”

“Don’t,” Azriel murmured in warning as he felt more arousal spark in his nether regions again. “I’m tired.”

Eris scoffed, chuckling softly. “Alright baby. Get in the bath.”

They got in the pleasantly warm water and lazily washed each other off before getting out. Eris sent a brief flare of power to dry them off, leaving Azriel feeling warm as he slid his legs into a pair of boxers before he climbed into the bed.

He was so damn exhausted that by the time the bed dipped under Eris’s weight, he was already asleep, but awoke briefly from his floating by his mate coming back to bed.

Eris pulled Azriel’s head onto his chest and began to pet through the hair at the base of his neck gently while kissing his temple.

“Sleep baby,” Eris murmured.

Azriel curled himself a little more around Eris with an arm over his stomach, a leg thrown over his mate’s and a wing over both of them before he passed out.

The last thought he had was about how much he loved Eris. It was a lot.

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hieragalbatorixdottir · 5 months ago

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as @shadowqueenjude said, Azriel is the subbest sub to ever sub. He's just like that and I like it like that

you'd probably get more hits on your azris fic if you had eris bottom instead of azriel

who says he won't?

this is rude

#azris #azriel x eris #azriel shadowsinger #eris vanserra #Sub azriel

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surielstea · 1 month ago

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Giver and Receiver

Kinktober day 3: Worship + Thigh Riding

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Courtesan!Reader

Summary: Eris teaches Reader what it’s like to be on the receiving end of pleasure.

A. Note: I cooked with this one I fear, mostly smut but when there IS plot you better believe it’s good.

7.2k words.

I walked into the throne room behind my Madame, a forced sultry smile on my red-painted lips, my hands clasped tightly behind my back, my posture straight as I peered up at the High Lord of Autumn through my lashes.

I was positioned in a line of seven other girls, all from the same business as me.

"Lord Beron," My Madame purrs, bowing at the waist, her short greying hair flowing with her as she dipped her head. We all followed suit, as instructed.

"Rise." He commanded and we obeyed, standing tall under his scrutinizing gaze. His eyes roamed over us for what felt like an eternity. Cold, analytical.

"Vedika is our most valued, and expensive girl," My Madame says after a moment of thick silence, placing her hands on the girl next to me. I swallowed thickly, steeling my features the way Vedika did. She was such a natural when it came to stuff like this, I envied her for it more than I envied her beauty.

I always struggled during The Choosing, especially by royals. They were so entitled, thought it was in their right to treat us more like objects than human beings, and perhaps it was, because we were harlots, the lowest class in a High Lord's eyes, despite my Madame's organization being the most prestigious of all courtesan companies.

"Who's your youngest?" Lord Beron asked with an arched brow and my stomach knotted. Oh gods, he was the worst kind of male, wasn't he?

My Madame didn't miss a beat as her hands moved to Clarissa's shoulders, we truly were just money bags to her. "That would be my dear Clarissa, turned forty only a week ago." She said, her voice like silk, smooth and fluid.

"I'll take her," The High Lord said, waving his hand and beckoning the young girl over. My Madame went with her, outstretching her hand as one of the courtiers placed a small coffer of gold into her hands. My madame's eyes nearly popped from her skull.

"My lord, this is far too much for one girl's service," she crooned, her tone sugary, no doubt hoping for future business.

I released a quiet, shaky breath, allowing myself to relax as my nerves ebb. He didn't pick me, thank the gods he didn't pick me.

The high lord didn't even cast her a glance, too focused on the girl he plucked from us as he said, "Give the others to my sons," He waved us off with a dismissive hand and my stomach lurched. "But be discreet, my wife needn't know I have whores roaming the manor," Beron ordered, and again, my Madame bowed, the rest of us following suit, as always.

My hands slightly shook, but I clasped them together behind my back and steeled my expression. Being chosen by a High Lord was one thing— at least he had some sort of leash, the crown bound him to some extent. But his sons? The ones who most likely had no chance of being heir anyway? They had nothing to lose. They could kill me and no one would bat an eye, one whores life for a royals entertainment. It happened more often than one might think.

I stifled my shallow breaths as we left the room, my Madame giving each of us directions to a Vanserra's room. Vedika glanced over at me, her warm brown eyes soft, and comforting.

Vedika taught me everything I knew, everything. She often stuck her neck out for me, in my first years as a mere seventeen-year-old I had told her I was terrified of the male I was assigned— so she offered her services for half the price to the male, and he was quick to ditch me for her. She returned later that night littered with bruises and marks, to this day I still don't think I could ever repay her.

"Vedika, you can go to the youngest of the brothers, he's the first door on your left, a real charmer apparently," My Madame hums. "A reward, for all the money you bring me," She purrs.

Vedika bows low, proper. "Thank you, mistress," She said, her voice soft and as lovely as a summer's night. She stood upright and gave me one last lingering look before disappearing down the hall.

"And you," My Madame sighs, looking me over. "The oldest will do for you," She clicks her tongue, hands coming to my shoulders, fixing my posture.

I bit down on my lip to stop it from trembling. The eldest Vanserra was known for his cruelty, renowned for the way he had treated The Morrigan, his former fiancée.

"Perhaps he'll beat some sense into you," Madame mused, clicking her tongue as she adjusted the sheer fabric of my gown. Her words hung in the air, and I wasn't sure if she meant them literally or figuratively. "Now, what do you say?"

I bow low, lower than Vedika had. "Thank you, mistress," I utter, willing my voice not to wobble.

"Go on then, last door down," She shoos. I rise from my bend and don't say another word as I stride down the hall, faux confidence in my movements as I pass every door, the sounds of moaning and grunting already being able to be heard from the adjacent rooms. My steps became more and more hesitant the closer I got to that last door, hands trembling as I came to a stop in front of it and raised my hand to knock.

I blinked away my fear and knocked twice, loud enough for him to hear without question, but still, delicate, to show that I was nowhere near a threat.

I rocked back on my heels anxiously, my stomach knotting itself into a tangled mess. The door swung open. I looked up, and up, and up. Meeting eyes of gold and amber and saffron.

I've heard talk of Eris Vanserra, but nowhere in his reputation did anyone mention how unfairly beautiful he was. His tousled auburn hair, brushed back like he'd run his fingers through it countless times, framed a face too sharp and striking to be kind. His skin, smooth and sun-kissed, was dusted with freckles over the bridge of his nose. His full lips parted, and I realized far too late that he was speaking to me.

"My, my," He smirked. "I'd say the gods have gifted me an angel if I didn't know any better." He crosses his muscular arms over his carved chest, leaning against the doorway and peering down at me. "What brings you to my chambers?"

"Your father..." I say, then wince. It'd most likely be best if I didn't mention his cheating, bastard of a father if my goal was to sleep with him. "I work for Madame Kamira's house," I explain, attempting my most sultry of voices. "We were called upon to service the Vanserra family, one for each son," I sum briefly, clenching my hands into fists behind my back, my manicured nails digging into my palms.

His eyes darkened with amusement as I clenched my hands into fists behind my back, nails digging into my palms. This was a game, and I was already losing.

Eris tilted his head slightly, his gaze flicking over me like I was something to be savored slowly, methodically. I fought to keep my breath steady, to maintain the façade of composure. My role here was clear: I was a courtesan, meant to please him, nothing more. The idea of taking anything for myself had never even crossed my mind. It wasn't allowed.

He pushed off the doorframe and stepped aside, motioning for me to enter. "Well then, let's see what all the fuss is about," he said smoothly, his voice a purr.

I hesitated for only a fraction of a second before crossing the threshold. His chambers were vast, dimly lit by the flickering glow of a hearth. The air smelled of smoke, cedar, and something faintly sweet, almost like cinnamon. Rich tapestries lined the walls, and a large bed dominated the room, draped in crimson and gold.

The door closed behind me with a soft click, the sound almost ominous in the silence. I could feel him watching me, and the weight of his gaze settled over my skin like a heavy, heated blanket. I prepared myself to do what I always did—to serve, to please. This was nothing new.

"Relax," Eris said, amusement dancing in his tone as he crossed the room, each step deliberate and predatory. "I don't bite. Not unless you ask me to."

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening despite my best efforts. My hands still trembled slightly, but I clasped them in front of me, hoping to hide them. I'd been in situations like this before, but something about him—about Eris—was different. Dangerous.

"You seem nervous," he commented, his voice now closer than I expected. I turned slightly, only to find him mere inches away, towering over me with that same smug smirk on his lips.

"I'm not," I lied, though my voice wavered ever so slightly. I didn't understand why I felt so on edge. He was like every other male who'd paid for my company—so why was this different?

His amber eyes glinted with amusement as he reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. The touch was gentle, too gentle for someone with his reputation.

"Liar," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.

My throat tightened, and I resisted the urge to shrink away. Instead, I tilted my chin up, meeting his gaze directly. Fine, I'd play this game.

"I'm here to serve you, my lord," I said, injecting as much confidence into my voice as I could muster. "How would you like me to begin?"

Eris chuckled, the sound low and rich, sending a shiver down my spine. "Bold," he mused, his hand trailing down my neck before dropping to his side. "But unnecessary. I have something else in mind."

Before I could ask what, he moved to the bed, sitting on the edge and leaning back slightly, his eyes never leaving mine. He patted his thigh once, a clear invitation.

Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I moved without hesitation, crossing the room to stand before him. His eyes darkened, the playful glint from earlier replaced by something deeper, more intense.

"On my thigh," he instructed, his voice soft but commanding. "Take your pleasure."

I froze. I couldn't have heard him right. Take my pleasure? No one had ever asked me to do that. I wasn't paid to find my own pleasure—I was paid to give it. I must've misunderstood. My body tensed, and confusion flickered across my face, though I tried to hide it. Surely he didn't mean—

"Go on," Eris coaxed, his amber eyes softening as he watched me hesitate. "Don't be afraid."

My breath caught. He wasn't telling me to focus on him—he wanted me to take control, to feel something for myself. The very idea felt foreign, like stepping into uncharted territory. But I couldn't let my confusion show. Not when he was watching me so intently.

With measured movements, I straddled his thigh, the smooth fabric of my gown brushing against his legs. His hands came to rest on my hips, holding me steady but not guiding me—he wanted to watch me, to see me take what I was never allowed to have.

"There's a good girl," he murmured, his fingers digging in ever so slightly, his approval radiating through his touch. "Now, get yourself off."

I bit down on my lip, my hands resting on his broad shoulders as I began to move. Slowly at first, testing, the friction of my core against his thigh sending jolts of heat through me. I wasn't used to this. It felt wrong, almost selfish. But his hands, his eyes—they were encouraging me to go on.

"Faster," he urged his voice a low rumble that sent another wave of heat pooling in my belly. "Don't hold back. I want to see how badly you need this." His words sent a shock through me, but I still didn't understand. I was supposed to make him feel good, wasn't I? Not myself. This was for his enjoyment, not mine. And yet, the way his hands gripped my hips, the way his eyes never left mine—he seemed more focused on me, on my pleasure, than anything else.

Eris's smirk faded slightly, replaced by something warmer, more patient. His hands guided me, helping me move against him, the friction intensifying with every roll of my hips. "Let go," he whispered, his voice full of command but laced with something softer. "This is for you. No one else."

I gasped, my grip tightening on his shoulders as the pleasure built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter. His praise, the way he was watching me so closely—it was almost too much. Every time his thigh flexed beneath me, it sent another wave of rapture through my body, until I was trembling with need. But I didn't know how to give in.

"You're beautiful like this," Eris whispered, his lips dangerously close to my ear. "Absolutely stunning."

His words were the final push I needed, and with one more roll of my hips, I shattered. A soft cry escaped my lips as pleasure tore through me, my body convulsing against his thigh. His hands held me steady, keeping me from collapsing as I rode out the wave of ecstasy.

For a long moment, I couldn't move, couldn't think. The only sound in the room was my ragged breathing, the world narrowing down to the heat of Eris's body beneath mine and the smug satisfaction radiating from him.

When I finally looked up, his smirk had softened into something almost, tender. He raised a hand to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing over my flushed skin.

"There you go," he murmured, his voice full of approval. "You did well, angel."

His praise sent a lingering warmth through me, and despite everything, I found myself leaning into his touch. For a moment, just a moment, it felt like more than just a transaction. But I knew better than to let myself believe it.

Eris pulled back, the heat in his eyes still simmering beneath the surface. "You're not done yet," he said, his voice a low growl that made my pulse quicken once more. "Nowhere near it, baby." Eris's grip tightened on my hips, pulling me more securely onto his lap. The warmth of his body seeped through me, and I fought to steady my breathing as the remnants of pleasure still pulsed through my veins. His hands, large and sure, never left me—there was no hurry in his movements, no sense of urgency. Only calm control, as if he had all the time in the world to coax another reaction out of me.

I was still reeling from what had just happened, struggling to comprehend it. To understand how someone like him, someone with such power, and such a cruel reputation, could be so patient. Could focus on me like this.

"Look at you," he whispered, his hands sliding from my hips to my waist, then upward, tracing the curves of my body with deliberate care. "You've never been worshiped, have you?" The words sent a shiver through me, a reminder of how foreign all of this felt. I should have felt more in control, and more confident, but instead, I felt, vulnerable. Exposed in a way I hadn't ever been before.

"I don't—" I started to say, unsure of how to finish. I didn't understand how this was supposed to work. I didn't know what he wanted from me. "How can I service you, My Lord?" I manage to say, despite my orgasm still consuming me down to my very bones.

Eris leaned in, brushing his lips lightly against the curve of my jaw, just beneath my ear. His breath was warm against my skin, sending a ripple of heat down my spine. "It's simple," he murmured. "You find release, and I find mine from watching you unravel."

Before I could respond, his hands began to move again, gliding down my sides with an almost reverent touch. Every caress was measured, and controlled, as though he was savoring every second, every inch of my skin. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

"Don't think," he said softly, his voice barely more than a breath against my neck. "Just feel." He cooed and my brain faltered when I tried wrapping my head around it. This was work, my job, I was being paid for this, this... idolatry.

"Good girl," he whispered, the praise low and warm. His hands continued their slow exploration, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, making me shiver. "I want you to get used to this."

I tensed, biting down on my lip to stifle the soft whimper that threatened to escape. Get used to what? This attention? This feeling? The thought of him focusing on me, of being the one receiving pleasure, still felt strange. But the way his hands moved, the way he murmured soft words of encouragement—it made something inside me melt.

"Eris, I don't... I'm not used to—" I started to say, but it was too much to even voice, to express.

"I know," he said, his voice soothing. "But you're going to learn because I'm going to teach you." He said against my throat, my heart raced, and for the first time, I allowed myself to believe him. To believe that maybe—just maybe—this wasn't about control or power or payment. Maybe he truly did want to give me something in return. Something that had never been offered to me before.

"Relax," Eris repeated, his fingers grazing the tops of my thighs, sending sparks of heat through my body. "Let me worship you."

Worship.

The word sent a tremor through me, and I couldn't stop the soft exhale that escaped my lips. Worship. I had spent years learning how to worship others, and how to make them feel like gods beneath my touch. But this, this was different. This was Eris Vanserra, a male of unimaginable power, offering to gods damned to worship me.

His hands continued their slow, deliberate path, moving higher, his fingers dancing over my skin with reverence. Every touch sent a new wave of heat coursing through me, and I felt my control slipping away, unraveling beneath his ministrations.

"You're tense," he said quietly, his voice full of understanding. "You don't have to be. Not here. Not with me."

My breath hitched as his hands moved back to my waist, pulling me closer to him. The warmth of his body pressed against mine, solid and grounding. I felt his lips brush against the shell of my ear, the sensation so delicate it sent a shiver through me.

"Let me take care of you," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear in a ghost of a kiss. "Let me teach you what it's like to be praised."

My chest tightened the vulnerability of his words settling deep inside me. I didn't know how to let go. I didn't know how to take what he was offering. But I wanted to. Oh, gods, I wanted to.

Before I could overthink it, I nodded, the motion small, almost imperceptible. But it was enough.

Eris's smirk softened into something more tender, and he pressed his lips fully to mine, the kiss slow and deliberate. His hands roamed my body with respectful intent, each touch drawing more pleasure, more heat from me than I thought possible.

And for the first time, I allowed myself to revel in it.

His hands were everywhere. Not in a rush, but in a way that felt like he was memorizing every inch of me. His palms skimmed my sides, the curve of my waist, the softness of my thighs. He explored me like I was something precious, a treasure to be savored rather than a tool for pleasure. I'd never felt anything like it.

My mind struggled to catch up. This wasn't supposed to be how it went. I was meant to please him, to give. And yet here he was, still, making me feel like I was the center of the universe. Like he was here for me, and not the other way around.

His lips moved from my mouth, trailing down the side of my neck, his breath warm against my skin. A soft moan escaped me as his tongue flicked against the hollow of my throat, and I felt him smile against my skin.

His hands gripped the hem of my gown and slowly began to lift it. I inhaled sharply, my nerves flaring, but his movements were steady and patient. He paused, giving me the chance to stop him, but I didn't. I couldn't. My body, and my mind—they both craved more.

The gown slid over my hips, the cool air of the room hitting my heated skin as the fabric pooled around my waist. I could feel my pulse racing, could hear the soft rustle of the fabric, but all I could focus on was him—Eris. His hands were on me, his gaze drinking me in as though he had never seen anything more captivating.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. His hands rested on my thighs now, thumbs drawing soft circles over my skin, warming me with every touch. "Let me see all of you."

I hesitated, but there was no judgment in his eyes, only a desire that burned brighter than any fire in the Autumn Court. Slowly, I shifted, letting him lift my gown fully off of me, leaving me bare before him.

Eris's gaze raked over my exposed body, his pupils dilating as he took me in. But instead of feeling vulnerable or objectified like I had countless times before, I felt powerful. Wanted. Craved.

His hands slid back up my thighs, slow and reverent, until he reached the apex of my legs. My breath hitched, and I clenched my thighs together instinctively, but Eris's touch remained gentle, coaxing.

"Relax," he murmured, brushing his lips against my collarbone. "This is for you."

I exhaled shakily, the unfamiliar words settling deep inside me. He wasn't taking; he was giving. It was a concept I struggled to grasp—how could someone like him, a Vanserra, want me to take what I wanted?

His fingers grazed higher, parting my legs gently, giving me space to breathe as he settled between them. I bit my lip, the anticipation building with every second, with every brush of his hands on my skin. His gaze flicked up to mine, and the molten gold in his eyes was enough to make my breath catch.

"Be good for me, yeah?" he said again, his voice like a warm caress. His fingers moved between my legs, slow and teasing, brushing against my most sensitive spot.

The touch sent a shockwave through me, and I gasped, my hands clutching his shoulders for stability. His thumb circled my clit, gentle but firm, applying just the right amount of pressure. I could feel the tension building inside me, winding tighter and tighter with every stroke.

"Take what you need," he whispered, his lips ghosting over my jaw, my neck. "This is yours. I'm yours tonight."

I whimpered, my head falling back as the pleasure began to mount. His fingers worked me expertly, drawing out sounds I hadn't known I was capable of making. Every caress, every touch, was designed to make me come undone.

But as the heat built, I couldn't shake the disbelief. This was meant to be for him, wasn't it? I was supposed to serve. Yet here I was, trembling and teetering on the edge of something I'd never felt before, something overwhelming and wonderful.

Eris seemed to sense my hesitation because his hand slowed, his fingers teasing rather than giving, prolonging the agony. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. "You deserve to feel this," he whispered, his voice deep and rough with desire. "I want to hear you say it."

I could barely form words, could barely think past the haze of pleasure clouding my mind, but his command pulled something raw from me. "I— I deserve this," I whispered, the words trembling on my lips.

His smile against my skin was wicked, triumphant. "Attagirl."

And then, before I could fully process it, he slid two fingers inside me, slow and deliberate, filling me in a way that made my back arch off the bed. I gasped, my body instinctively pressing against his hand, craving more of that delicious friction.

"You feel so perfect," he breathed, his lips pressing hot kisses to my neck as his fingers moved in and out, setting a slow but torturous rhythm. "So tight."

I moaned, my hands fisting in the sheets as I rocked against his hand, chasing the pleasure he was so expertly giving me. His thumb returned to that sensitive spot, circling, teasing, driving me higher and higher.

I was on the edge, teetering between control and chaos, the tension building to a crescendo. His fingers thrust deeper, faster, and the coil inside me snapped, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.

I cried out, my body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through me, leaving me trembling in its wake. Eris didn't stop, didn't relent—his fingers continued their delicious torment, drawing every last bit of pleasure from me until I was spent, gasping for air.

When I finally came down from the high, Eris withdrew his hand slowly, and gently, and I collapsed against him, my body trembling, my mind spinning.

"You're perfect," he whispered, his voice soft and full of reverence. "And I'm not done with you yet."

Before I could protest, he shifted, pulling me beneath him and laying me down on his enormous mattress, his body hot and solid against mine. I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, and I swallowed hard, my body still humming from the aftershocks of pleasure.

Eris leaned down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss, and I felt his hand slide between us, positioning himself at my entrance. He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes molten with desire.

"You alright? Think you're ready for me?"

I nodded, breathless, my heart pounding in my chest and with a slow, deliberate thrust, Eris entered me, filling me completely.

I gasped, my elastic walls stretching around him, adjusting to the sensation of him deep inside me. The weight of his body, the way he fit perfectly between my thighs—it was overwhelming, like he was made for this, made to take me to places I'd never allowed myself to go.

He paused, letting me adjust, his gaze fixed on mine. There was something in the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered, like he could read every flicker of hesitation, every burst of pleasure crossing my face.

"Breathe," he murmured, his voice soft and coaxing. He brushed his lips against my jaw, the warmth of his breath grounding me. "You're doing so well, sweet girl."

I let out a shaky breath, nodding as I tried to relax into the sensation. His praise made something warm bloom inside me, something unfamiliar but not unwelcome. The tension that had coiled around me since I stepped into his chambers began to unravel, slowly giving way to something softer, more intoxicating.

He shifted his hips, moving within me, at a slow, languid pace that sent heat spiraling through my veins. Each thrust was controlled, and measured, like he was savoring every second, every sound that escaped me.

"I want to hear you," he whispered against my ear. "Every moan, every gasp. Don't hold back."

I bit my lip, stifling the sounds that threatened to spill over, but his next thrust, deeper and more purposeful, tore a moan from my throat. My body arched beneath him, seeking more of that delicious friction, more of the pleasure that was building between us like a fire.

Eris groaned softly, his breath ragged as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to the curve of my shoulder. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me to meet his slow rhythm, each movement a reminder of just how much control he had—control he was choosing to give me.

"You feel so perfect," he breathed, his voice raw. "Like you were made for me."

The heat in his words, the way they wrapped around me like silk, made me clench around him. His pace quickened slightly, his control slipping just enough for me to feel the urgency building beneath the surface.

I let out a soft whimper, my hands grasping at his shoulders as I pulled him closer, needing more of him, needing to drown in the way he made me feel. It was too much and not enough all at once—every thrust bringing me closer to that edge, to the place where my body and mind could no longer resist.

Eris seemed to sense my rising need, his hips snapping forward with a little more force, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. His lips found mine again, devouring me in a kiss that was hungry, desperate. He swallowed my moans, his body grinding against mine in a way that made me lose all sense of the world outside of this moment.

"You're close, aren't you?" he rasped, his forehead pressed against mine. His hand slid between our bodies, his thumb finding that sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. "I want to feel you come around me."

The way he touched me, the way his words wrapped around me like a command and a plea, it sent me hurtling toward the edge. I couldn't hold on any longer, couldn't resist the pull of the pleasure that built inside me.

I cried out, my body trembling beneath him as the orgasm ripped through me, stronger than anything I had ever felt before. My muscles clenched around him, dragging him deeper, and I could feel him groan, feel his body tense as he chased his own release.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Taking me so well." His pace quickened, his thrusts more erratic now as he sought his own pleasure, the fire in his eyes burning brighter as he watched me fall apart beneath him. I was barely coherent, my mind lost to the pleasure, but I could feel him—every inch of him, every sound, every touch, searing into my skin.

With a final, deep thrust, he groaned low and guttural, his body shuddering as he found his release inside me. The warmth of him, the way he collapsed against me, breathless and spent, sent aftershocks rippling through my body.

For a long moment, neither of us moved, the only sound in the room the soft, ragged breaths we shared. Eris's weight was comforting, and grounding, and I found myself clinging to him, my hands still tangled in his hair, my body still trembling from the intensity of what had just passed between us.

He shifted slightly, pressing a soft kiss to my temple, his hand brushing soothingly over my side. "You did so well," he whispered, his voice full of admiration. "So perfect."

I didn't know what to say, how to process the fact that someone had just taken the time to worship me, to make me feel something I had never been allowed to feel. But as I lay there, wrapped in his warmth, I couldn't help but feel... cherished. For the first time, I wasn't just a courtesan. I wasn't just here to serve.

He pulled back slightly, his fingers trailing over my flushed skin, his eyes soft as they met mine. "Are you alright?" he asked, genuine concern lacing his voice.

I nodded, unable to form words yet, still coming down from the high he had pulled me into. He smiled at that, a small, satisfied smirk that made my heart skip a beat.

After it was over, we lay tangled together, our bodies slick with sweat, my chest still heaving from the intensity of it all. Eris's breath was warm against my skin, his hands trailing over my back in slow, soothing circles. The quiet intimacy that followed the storm of passion was disarming, and unfamiliar. I was used to being dismissed, sent away with a few gold coins and a soul a little dimmer than when I had arrived.

But Eris, asked me to stay. So I did. He held me close, his touch reverent, as if I was something precious, something to be cherished, not discarded.

"You're trembling," he whispered against my temple, his lips brushing the area. "Are you cold?"

I wasn't, but I nodded anyway, unsure how to explain that the tremors were more from the emotional upheaval than any physical discomfort. Without a word, Eris shifted, reaching for the blankets and pulling them over both of us, wrapping me in warmth. His arm remained around me, pulling me back against his chest, his fingers stroking my arm gently. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt safe.

"Rest," he murmured, his voice soft and comforting. "You've earned it." It was an order I found myself willing to obey. My body, exhausted from the overwhelming pleasure, began to give way to the heavy pull of sleep. I hadn't realized how much I craved this—this gentleness, this quiet comfort. The idea that I could just be held, without expectation, without obligation.

Before long, the steady rise and fall of Eris's breathing lulled me into a deep, dreamless sleep.

When I woke, the room was bathed in the dim light of early morning. Eris was still beside me, his arm draped lazily over my waist, his face softened in sleep. I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts a tangled mess of confusion and... and something else. Something I wasn't ready to name.

What had happened last night—what he had done to me—had altered something deep inside me. Eris hadn't just touched my body, he had touched a part of me I hadn't known existed. He had made me feel like more than just a tool for someone else's desires. At that moment, I hadn't been just a courtesan. I had been a woman, his woman, worthy of pleasure and tenderness.

But as the warmth of that realization settled over me, so did the cold truth. He was the son of a High Lord. I was nothing more than a whore.

The thought hit me like a weight in my chest, making it hard to breathe. This couldn't be real. Whatever had passed between us last night couldn't mean anything. It couldn't. And yet, the way he had touched me, the way he had looked at me—like I was something more—had shaken everything I thought I knew about my place in this world.

How could I ever go back to who I was before? How could I move on from this, from him, when he had shown me a version of myself I had never seen?

I turned my head slightly, studying the sharp lines on his face, and the soft fall of his red hair across the pillow. He was beautiful, yes, but more than that, he was dangerous—dangerous in the way he made me hope. Hope for something I had no right to even dream of.

But what other choice did I have?

I closed my eyes, swallowing against the lump in my throat. I had to be realistic. This was one night. One perfect, beautiful night, but it couldn't be anything more. He would go back to his life, to his duties as a lord's son, and I would return to Madame Kamira's house, to my place among the other courtesans.

Still, as I lay there in his arms, the warmth of his body pressed against mine, I couldn't stop the yearning that twisted deep in my chest. I wanted more. I wanted to know what other nights with him might be like, what it would feel like to be worshipped by him again, to be held like I was something precious. But even as the thought bloomed in my mind, I felt the sting of reality pulling me back.

Eris stirred beside me, his golden eyes fluttering open. He blinked a few times, focusing on me, and for a brief, heart-stopping moment, I saw something soft in his gaze. Something that made my chest tighten with a dangerous mix of longing and fear.

"Good morning," he said, his voice warm and inviting. "I was afraid I'd dreamt you." His voice was still affected by sleep, deep and groggy.

"Oh? Did I leave that much of an impression?" I replied, a smile already tugging at my lips before I could stop it. "I'm very real."

"Thank the gods for that," he mused, propping his head up on his elbow and reaching over with his free hand, brushing my most likely messy hair from my face. The action was so simple, yet intimate. "And how do you feel? Last night was quite eventful."

"Eventful," I echoed softly, a slight laugh escaping my lips. "That's one way to put it."

Eris chuckled, the sound rich and deep, and it made my heart skip again. "I could come up with other words but I think you'd turn red if I did." He hummed, leaning closer, his nose brushing against mine.

"You might be right," I murmured, growing shy with our proximity— despite the fact that he had me grinding on him just last night. I glance away and to my relief, he rears back. "I have to admit, you surprised me," I confess.

He dips down, his lips brushing against my neck. "Yeah? How so angel?" He asked while pressing a soft kiss to one of the marks he left mere hours ago.

"You made me feel things I thought weren't capable," I utter, peering down at him.

His lips paused on my neck, his gaze flicking up, staring at me through his brows, studying me. "And what is it you felt?"

"Adoration," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "Like I was more than just, a service." I paused, swallowing the lump in my throat.

A slow smile spread across his lips, and he moved back up, his breath brushing against my cheek. "Angel, you’re not a service." His voice dropped to a teasing whisper. "You could've asked for anything last night, and I would've given it to you."

"Oh? Anything?" I teased back, arching a brow.

"Anything," he confirmed, his voice deepening as his fingers trailed softly down my arm. "You deserve to be adored. In fact, I rather enjoyed worshipping you."

I rolled my eyes, though my pulse was racing. "You have such a way with words, don't you?"

He smirked, not missing a beat. "You're just realizing this now?" He asked, running a hand up my shoulder, past my jaw to cup my cheek.

"Maybe," I shot back with a smirk of my own. "I was a bit, distracted last night." His thumb grazed my bottom lip as I spoke, his gaze never leaving mine.

"You weren't the only one." For a moment, the playful tone between us softened. My heart thudded against my chest as I realized how much I wanted to stay here, basking in his attention. His gaze flicked down to my lips and I quickly reminded myself of the reality we lived in—the boundaries we couldn't ignore.

"I should go," I said suddenly, my voice shaky as I slipped from his arms, pulling the sheets around me like a protective barrier. "I have other clients to tend to." The weight of my words settled heavily in the air, and I saw the flicker of disappointment cross his face, quickly masked by resolve.

"I'll see you again, won't I?" His tone was earnest as I slipped from the bed, pulling on my discarded gown and trying to ignore the way his eyes never left my figure once.

"Depends, will you call for me?" I tilt my head with a teasing smile, he looks up at me, tucking a muscular arm behind his head— it was an effort not to slip back into bed next to the heir.

"Every night, if I have to," He grinned like a cat.

"Careful, you'll run out of money before you know it," I taunt, reaching down and brushing a tuft of red hair from his forehead, I hadn’t meant to— but my body wasn’t my own when I was around him.

"You seem to underestimate how deep my pockets go, sweetheart," He purred, I ran my fingertips down the side of his face in a caress as gentle as a lovers.

"Do I?" I ask playfully, and he catches my wrist before I can brush my thumb over his slightly swollen lips. His hold was soft, yet as immovable as iron, a warning.

"I might just buy you all for myself if you keep teasing me," He suggests and my breath hitched at the idea. He arches a brow.

"You like that idea?" It was his turn to smirk. "Leaving your Madames house and becoming my personal whore," His hand slipped into mine, bringing my palm to his lips and kissing it gently. "Lover behind closed doors?" He suggests and I swallow thickly, not allowing myself to even imagine the fantasy— nor think about how desperately I wished for that.

"And when you grow bored of me?" I ask. "Will you cast me to the streets?"

He looked as if he might have scoffed at the idea if it weren't for the glimmer of hope he caught in my eyes. "Bored of you? My angel, I've only laid with you for a night. It'll be lifetimes before I'm done with the list of things I wish to do to you." He purred and my heart fluttered, gut twisting at the promise of pleasure. "Are you sure that's what you want?" He added and I doubt I had ever nodded in agreement to something faster in my life.

"Yes— please," I blurt and he chuckled, kissing my palm again.

"Then come back to bed, and when your Madame comes to riot for your return I'll give her triple what she thinks you're worth," He declared and I blushed, unsure what to say to convey how eternally grateful I was. He tugged on my hand and all I could do was get back into bed beside him.

"My angel," He whispered softly, and his next words seemed to leave a mark on me more permanent than any of the ones he had given to me last night. "You deserve every dream you've dared to wish for, let me give them to you.”

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dee-writes-smut · 28 days ago

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FEATURING Eris Vanserra x Reader

SUMMARY It's all fun and games until he's needy and desperate beneath you.

CONTENT WARNINGS smut, sub!eris, p in v, no mentions of protection - wrap it up!

AUTHORS NOTE me finally living up to my username and posting smut??? Y'all can thank @surielstea, this was made in her honor. Love you, momma! <3

Eris Vanserra, known for his cold dominance and regal control, wasn’t supposed to look like this: sprawled beneath you, his face flushed with need, golden-red hair a wild mess against the pillow. His usual sharp composure, the arrogance he carries like armor, is completely shattered, replaced by something raw and desperate.

He’s trembling under your touch, every nerve alight, amber eyes wide and blown with lust as he gazes up at you, begging for more. His lips part, a soft whine escaping, his cock throbbing and leaking against his stomach, so hard it’s almost painful.

“Please,” his voice cracks, breathless with longing. “I can’t—can’t take it anymore. Please.”

You hover just above him, barely letting the heat of your slick entrance graze the tip of his cock, the contact making him jerk, a desperate groan rumbling from deep in his chest. His hands are on your thighs, nails digging in, trying to pull you down onto him, but you resist, savoring the sight of him writhing beneath you.

“Is this what you want?” you ask, your voice soft but taunting, teasing him as you let your wetness brush against his swollen tip again, just enough to make his hips jerk up in a needy attempt to bury himself inside you.

“Yes,” he moans, almost a sob. “Yes, please, I need you. I need to feel you.”

There’s no trace of the arrogant male who usually has you on your knees, no commanding, cold prince. This is Eris at his most vulnerable, laid bare before you, every inch of him aching for you to take him, to claim him.

You press down on his hips with a firm hand, keeping him pinned to the bed as he tries to grind up against you, his body desperate for any friction. “I want to hear you beg for it, Eris,” you say, your voice low, the command slipping from your lips as you watch him fall apart. “Tell me how much you want me.”

A shudder racks through his body, his chest heaving as he lets out another desperate whine, his hands shaking as they clutch at you. “I—I can’t wait anymore,” he stammers, his voice hoarse and trembling. “Please—fuck, please, I need you so bad. I’ll do anything, anything you want—just please, please fuck me.”

The desperation in his voice, the way his words are spilling from his lips like he’s lost control, sends a rush of heat through you. Finally, you let yourself sink down onto him, slowly, savoring the way his body tenses beneath you, his mouth falling open in a gasp as he fills you completely.

“Gods,” he chokes out, his head falling back, exposing the column of his throat as his hips buck up involuntarily, his cock twitching inside you. “Fuck, you feel so—so fucking good.”

You start to move, slow and deliberate, rolling your hips against his, taking your time. His reaction is immediate, a strangled moan escaping him as his hands fly to your hips, gripping you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. But there’s no control in the way he’s touching you—it’s pure desperation. He’s completely at your mercy.

“You’re so sensitive tonight,” you murmur, leaning forward to kiss the side of his neck, sucking lightly at the skin until you leave a mark. The soft praise, combined with the teasing bite of your lips on his throat, draws another broken whimper from him, his body trembling beneath you. “Do you like it when I take my time with you? When I make you beg?”

He nods frantically, his breathing ragged as he tries to form a response. “Yes—fuck, yes, I love it. Please, please don’t stop.”

You pick up the pace slightly, just enough to drive him wild, his hips stuttering beneath you as you take him deeper. He’s shaking, his chest heaving with each labored breath, his hands slipping from your hips to your waist, then up to your breasts, his fingers trembling as they brush over your nipples.

“Gods, you’re perfect,” he groans, his voice rough and desperate. “So fucking perfect. Please—please go faster.”

But you’re not done teasing him yet. You lean down, pressing your chest against his, and the shift in angle makes him choke on a moan, his entire body tensing as you slowly roll your hips again, taking your time.

“Patience,” you whisper against his ear, your breath hot against his skin. “You’re going to wait until I’m ready.”

His response is a strangled sob, his hands trembling as they slide up your back, clinging to you like he’s afraid you’ll pull away. “Please,” he begs, his voice breaking. “I—I can’t—fuck, please don’t make me wait anymore.”

You smirk, dragging your lips down his throat, savoring the way he shivers beneath you. “Such a good boy, begging so sweetly for me.” The words seem to undo him completely, his body trembling as another whine escapes him.

You finally give in, lifting your hips slightly before slamming them back down, and the sound he makes is nothing short of pornographic—a deep, desperate groan that comes from somewhere deep inside him, his eyes rolling back as his hands grip your hips, holding on for dear life.

You pick up the pace, riding him harder, and the effect is immediate. His body is shaking, his head thrown back against the pillows as his moans fill the room, each one more desperate than the last. His cock twitches inside you, slick with precum, and you can feel how close he is, how his entire body is strung tight, ready to snap.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” you tease, running your hands over his chest, feeling the way his muscles tense beneath your touch.

He nods frantically, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Yes—fuck, yes, I’m so close. Please, let me come—please, I can’t take it.”

You lean down, pressing your lips to his throat again, sucking hard enough to leave another bruise as you slam your hips down harder, faster. “Come for me, Eris,” you whisper against his skin, your voice low and commanding. “I want to hear you scream for me.”

That’s all it takes. His entire body goes rigid beneath you, his back arching off the bed as a guttural moan rips from his throat, his release hitting him like a tidal wave. His cock twitches violently inside you, hot ropes of cum spilling into you as his body shakes uncontrollably, his hands clutching at you like a lifeline as he rides out the intense pleasure.

You keep moving, riding him through his orgasm, and the overstimulation makes him sob, his body jerking beneath you as his hips buck up involuntarily, still chasing that high even as he’s too sensitive to handle it.

“Fuck—fuck, please, I can’t—I can’t take it anymore,” he gasps, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he begs for mercy.

But you don’t stop, not yet. You keep riding him, your pace relentless, enjoying the way he squirms beneath you, his moans turning into broken cries as his body shakes with overstimulation.

“Please,” he sobs, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Please, I—I can’t…”

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you slow your pace, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. His breath is still coming in ragged gasps, his body trembling beneath yours as you finally let him come down from the intense high.

When you pull back, his amber eyes are glazed over, his chest heaving, a small, contented smile on his lips as he looks up at you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his voice rough and wrecked. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

You chuckle softly, brushing a lock of hair from his sweat-damp forehead. “Maybe. But you’ll die happy.”

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ninthcircleofprythian · 6 months ago

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Make It Hurt

Eris Vanserra x You

Word Count : 2.9k

Summary : After a truly terrible day you come home only to be surprised by the one and only Eris Vanserra and he knows how to make it all better.

Warnings : full on smut, no plot, one singular use of y/n, some swearing, heavy praise kink, dirty talk, heavy use of pet names/honorifics, dom! Eris, dom/sub dynamics, bdsm themes, mention of safeword, impact play (spanking), temperature play, explicit sex described - fingering (f recieving), p in v

Author's Notes : This was whipped up quickly while taking a break from other fics, lightly edited so please forgive any mistakes.

Today was one of the most awful days you’ve had in a long time. You head straight into the shower after returning home, ready to wash the thoughts and emotions of this never ending day away. What you need is a good cry and a bottle of wine.

As the water washes over you, you let loose the sobs that have been building in your chest all afternoon. After a few minutes of good hard crying, you feel numb. Your mind is spent, your body is tired and you can’t seem to will yourself into getting out of the shower.

From the other side of the curtain, you hear the telltale shuffling of someone entering the bathroom. Eris. He must have finally been able to sneak away from his father’s supervision long enough to see you. It’s been over a week since the last time.

He remains quiet, not announcing his presence. He thinks he is being stealthy and you haven’t heard him. Normally you are singing at the top of your lungs and wouldn’t hear him until it was too late. Suddenly Eris grabs hold of whatever magic heats your water and with his own fire manipulation he wills the temperature to searing.

On any other day the assault of heat raining down on you would have you skittering out of the spray and screaming at him with playful frustration. Today however it feels like just what you needed, even more cathartic than your earlier crying session.

The hot water scalds your skin and the sensation brings you to your knees on the shower floor with a shouting plea.

“Please!”

In an instant the curtain is torn back. “Fuck. [y/n], are you alright?” Eris’ eyes are wild with worry as he drops his hold on his fire and the water returns to its usual temperature.

“I’m fine,” you sob. “I just need to get out of my head. I need to feel something - else.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” He crouches down beside the tub, concern still lacing his features.

“No. Eris -” his name falls from your lips in a gasp. “Make it hurt, please”

The flames within his eyes flare back to life as if they’ve suddenly been fueled with gasoline. His face shifts into that sneering smile he normally reserves for his cruel prince facade as he rises slowly back to standing.

“Since you said please princess.” The timbre of his voice drops into a sultry purr. “First, tell me your safeword.”

You answer without hesitation. “Inferno”

“Good girl.” With a flick of his wrist, he makes the water as hot as he knows you can handle.

It hits your bare back and you whimper from the shock of it before allowing it to settle into your bones. The sensation is delicious, everything you’ve been craving. With a soft groan, you unfold yourself from the hold you have on your folded knees. Leaning back you allow the water to glide over your front. The heat enveloping your breasts chases all your thoughts away.

You begin moving on instinct alone, slipping your hands over the wetness of your body and cradling the heaviness of your breasts in your palms. With a pinch, you are at your nipples, rolling them between your fingers and pulling.

Immediately, the water turns off and you whimper.

“Now, now princess, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Eris’ slithering voice snaps you back into the moment. “That will be your only warning.”

You drop your hands to your lap, steadying your breaths.

“I said, that will be your only warning princess. Do you understand?”

The shiver of your transgression snakes down your spine. “Yes, my Lord.”

“Good. Now, up.”

Eris holds out a towel and wraps you in it as you step over the side of the tub. The heat of his arms through the towel are nearly as good as the shower. You stand perfectly still as he towels you dry, only moving limbs as he directs you with a gentle tap of his long fingers.

Dropping the towel, he heads for the door. You follow behind him silently. Once in the bedroom, he points at the space between the sofa and the fireplace it is placed in front of.

“On your knees, princess.”

Obediently, you take your position, settling your hands in your lap once again. Eris walks over and opens the closet, unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling up his shirt sleeves past the elbow as he makes his selections. The sight of his strong pale arms flexing is almost enough to make you moan.

Making his way back to the sofa, he settles himself on the cushions, spreading his legs wide. He leans forward, two choices dangling from his fingers. A leather flogger and a hard wooden paddle.

“Take your pick.”

“The paddle please, my Lord.”

“Good choice my little blaze.” His smile that graces his face is purely predatory. He tosses the flogger over to the other side of the sofa and leans back patting his knee. “Straddle me, sweetheart.”

Rising from the floor you approach him, slipping one knee on either side of his hips and settling back onto his lap, hands resting on your thighs. Eris’ firm hands grip your hips and haul you closer so your lower belly is pressed to his taut stomach, the heat of his bulging front brushing against your core. A quiet sigh passes your lips at the thought of that heat all over your body.

“I’ve waited all week to hear that little sigh of yours, princess.” His breath ghosts over your skin as he whispers against you, just below your breasts. Strands of his fiery hair brush against your taut nipples.

Eris’ hands glide smoothly from your hips to cradle your plump bottom. “Maybe we should warm you up a little first,” his mouth still pressed to your middle.

One large hand smacks loudly against your skin. The sting is instant and you let out a small cry of surprise.

Bringing his gaze to yours, his eyes narrow with a seductive grin. “Oh, now, we can do better than that, can't we little blaze?”

“Yes, my Lord.” As you answer he grabs your wrists and brings your palms up to his shoulders.

“Let’s see how many you can take before you are begging to finish on my lap.” The muscles in your core ripple at the thought as you feel your arousal slick through your folds and you stifle a moan in your throat.

His hand strikes your bottom again, on the opposite side this time. The sound that leaves you is no longer one of surprise but a plea.

Eris’ mouth now hovers over your breast, lips teasing but not touching, his heated breath causing your nipple to tighten further. His thumb tracing lazy circles on your hip. No thoughts, just desire.

“That’s it, there’s my needy girl. Count for me, princess.”

“One.” Your voice comes out as a rasping whisper.

Eris chuckles softly against your ear as he reaches for the paddle now. “I believe that was two, sweetheart.”

Before you can correct yourself, the paddle meets your skin with a raging sting.

“Three” you pant out.

Another strike quickly follows. The intensity of the pain and the delicious burn of the hit has you leaning harder into his shoulders. Chills race down your spine, adding to that tightening sensation, your core clenching around nothing drives you mad.

“Four” you cry out, a tear escaping your eye.

Hits five and six have you moaning sinfully and gasping for air. You feel Eris’ warm palm, heated with his fire magic, drag across what you are sure is your very red bottom. The added heat to the already sensitive skin has your nails digging into his shoulders with a groan.

His fingers stray from your hip to your core, dampness coating his fingers before he could even part your folds. He groans, sliding his fingers through your folds gathering more of your arousal. his hips pushing up against your thighs, the seam of his pants threatening to bust open.

“So wet for me princess.” His mouth now trailing whisper soft kisses along your shoulder.

He continues to slide his fingers along the length of you, the anticipation of them entering you nearly driving you wild. You wiggle your hips a little and his hand freezes. You immediately know what you’ve done.

“Uh-uh. You know the rules sweetheart. Use your words,” he commands.

“Please Eris. My Lord. I need it.”

“Need what princess? My hand? Do you want to come all over my fingers?”

“Yes, please,” you whine.

“Tell me, little blaze. Let me hear you say it.”

“I need your fingers in my cunt. I want to come all over them.” Your voice shudders in quick pants.

The groan Eris’ releases creates a wave of chills that leave your legs trembling. “I love hearing you ask to come. It sounds so sweet coming from that filthy mouth.”

His praise has your core clenching on nothing, his fingertips resting right there at your entrance he could feel you fluttering in anticipation.

He hums as two fingers enter you. The stretch of your walls has you gasping as he strokes inside you. Your thighs start shaking even harder as that familiar tightness pulls at your belly. You arch your back as you push down against his hand, trying desperately to seat his fingers deeper.

Before he can chastise you for moving again, you plead in a shuddering moan. “More. Please, my Lord. I need more.”

“That’s it princess. What a good girl.” The lust has his voice deepening sensually.

You feel a third finger at your entrance, Eris eases it in slowly as your walls accommodate it, then he pushes all three as far as they will go. His other hand finds your breast, pinching and pulling at your nipple. The noises you make are constant as his fingers are pumping in and out of you at a punishing pace. Bringing his lips to your shoulder again, he gently scrapes his teeth along your collarbone. His other hand drifts to your lower belly, applying gentle pressure against your womb.

“Let go for me sweetheart. Let me feel you come all over me.”

It only takes two more pounding strokes for you to burst. Pleasure radiates through your core as you squeeze a punishing grip to his shoulders, leaning your forehead against his. Your thighs are shaking so hard as you scream his name, that one knee slips off the cushion. The hand Eris had pressing your middle snaps out and grips you around your waist to keep you from sliding to the floor. His fingers keep pumping, not as hard but just as fast, as you come down from your climax.

Eris removes his fingers from you as you slump against his shoulder, arms twining around his neck. Grabbing your thighs he pulls you further into his lap and settles you more comfortably.

“You did so good, princess,” he says as he nuzzles against your neck, his hands sliding up your back in a gentle caress.

“Mmm.” It’s the only sound you are capable of making. Every muscle in your body feels heavy and satiated. All you can focus on is the heat of Eris’s body pressed tightly against yours.

“You alright?” He whispers against the shell of your ear before placing a tenderly soft kiss at your temple. One hand slides up under your hair to the nape of your neck, fingers massaging at your scalp.

“Perfect,” you answer, gaining back use of your voice. You lift your head to peer into his clear amber eyes. Gone is the seductive smirk of being in control of your pleasure. In its place is the soft look of adoration. “And you?”

“Perfect,” he whispers as he cradles your face and rubs his nose against yours. The insistent mound of his desire is still pressing against you and you roll your hips against him.

A flash pulses through his eyes in question and you answer him with a kiss. Brushing your lips against his once, twice. Then opening up to flick your tongue against his before deepening into it. Your hands slide down his chest, barely grazing against his belt buckle before he swiftly adjusts his hold on you and hauls you towards the bed.

“Not tonight,” he growls as he lowers you to the mattress. “I need to be inside you.”

You gasp as a bright flash of flame quickly dissipates and he stands before you completely bare, the heavy length of him hanging between his legs. Pushing yourself back towards the pillows, Eris climbs toward you, sliding one hand up your calf and over your thigh.

“I’ve needed you all week,” he says, leaning down to kiss one hip. “Every waking thought.” He kisses the other hip. “Was of you.”

He plants the last kiss on your sternum between your breasts, one hand weighing your breast in his palm with a swipe of his thumb over your nipple. A lazy smile graces his face as he watches it pucker.

“That sounds very distracting,” you giggle as you slip both hands into his hair.

He places a soft kiss against your lips as he settles himself over top of you. His cock like a rod of molten metal pressed against your folds.

He huffs out a little laugh at your breathy inhale. “You have no idea. I need you desperately.”

You shift slightly, allowing the hold your legs have on his hips to loosen and letting your thighs fall open beneath him.

“I’m right here,” you whisper, caressing his cheek. “So take me.”

With a sinful groan, his mouth is at your ear nibbling your earlobe. He thrusts against you, his cock parting your folds and sliding through your arousal. With a shift of his hips and the help of his hand, he angles at your entrance.

“Look at me, little blaze. I want to see your face as I fill you with my cock.”

Through heavy lidded eyes you meet his gaze. The wildfire burning within them sets your body alight and you sigh a heavy sigh as he pushes in just a fraction of himself.

“Careful princess, those noises you make do dangerous things to me.”

You smile as he continues to slowly push into you, making sure your next moan is directly next to his ear. Snapping his head back with a gleam in his eye, he watches your face intently as he seats himself fully in one single thrust.

“Eris!” The cry leaves you unexpectedly as he rocks his hips against yours.

The sound of his restrained breathing against your neck is making your heart skip beats. The stinging stretch of your core begins to settle into pleasure and you swear you can feel every single inch of his heat radiating inside you.

“I’m trying to take it easy on you little blaze,” he pants out.

“Don’t.” Straining your hips, you push against him urging him to move. “Take what you need, Eris. Please.”

The moaning want of your plea does him in. Rocking his hips once more against you, he pulls back fully. The loss of his heat and the emptiness has you digging your nails into the back of his arms. Before you can take another breath he slams into you and begins a steady pace.

“You like when I take you, sweetheart?” With a swift movement, his arm dives under one of your thighs and brings it up pressing your knee toward your chest. His thrusting doesn’t skip a beat. “You like when I fuck you like this?”

You cry out a moan at the change of angle and the friction against your still sensitive bud. His cock drives deeper into you, hitting that perfect spot inside that causes your vision to dim around the edges.

“Are you going to come again for me princess? Give me one more. I know you can.”

The tightening in your belly feels like a band stretched to its max and yet it keeps pulling and pulling and pulling. Your breathing is nothing but short pants now and the blackness in your vision begins to close in.

Sensing your overworked breathing, Eris slows his pace slightly, turning his forceful thrusts into a sliding drag.

“Stay with me, little blaze. Keep breathing.”

Your breaths slow enough to force the air into your lungs and the blackness recedes, but the band in your belly remains taut threatening to snap at any moment.

“That’s it. Just like that.”

With your sense fully intact again, you grip his arms harder, nearly drawing blood on his biceps.

“Eris, I – I’m going —”

“Come with me,” he commands. His own breathing skips into an erratic rhythm. “Come on my cock as I fill you up.”

You feel the fluttering pulse of your orgasm beginning and Eris groans your name against your temple. That’s all it takes to send you over the precipice. Your legs swing over his hips and your ankles lock over him as the crest of your pleasure crashes over you. Just a few thrusts more and Eris is following you over the edge. You swear you can feel every hot pulse of his release as he empties himself inside you, roaring your name like a chant.

His languid body remains on top of you as your legs fall from his back, both of you relishing in the aftermath of your pleasure. Slowly, you bring a hand to his head, scrubbing your nails at his scalp.

“You alright?” you ask quietly.

“Perfect,” he mumbles into the side of your neck.

With a smile you think to yourself that maybe this day wasn’t so terrible after all.

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sarawritestories · 5 months ago

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Eris X Plus Size Fem Reader

Summary: Eris Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court takes helps you get ready for date night.

Warning: THERE IS SLIGHT NSFW ELEMENTS Dom/ Sub dynamics if you squint hard enough but mostly Eris being happy

Thank you @milswrites for selecting the Eris for this. It was a great choice I'm happy with it.

Divider's created by @tsunami-of-tears

Word Count: 1.1 K

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You were a vision. The maroon silk fabric tightly accentuated your full breasts, the bodice hugging your full frame to accentuate your hourglass figure. The material pooling at your feet, a slit reaching your thigh exposing your stretch marks, as you sat at your vanity applying your makeup. You went with a soft look; Kohl lightly lining your eyes the color of your irises popping Thanks to the soft brown powder you applied to your lids.Your hair in soft curls hair pinned back gold leaf clips. You grabbed your brush and the maroon color rouge that matched your dress when the bathroom door creaked open and your mate walked out.

The brush dropped from your hands.

Eris had stepped out and you took in his handsome form. His short copper colored hair slicked back not a single hair out of place, a black tunic sleeves accentuating the muscle in his arms. A corset vest to match you, gold swirls ran up the vest standing out against the dark red hue of the corset. His black trousers hugged him perfectly, allowing his years of riding horses and training to be on full display even wearing his riding boots to finish out the outfit.

Mother spare you.

Eris turned to you, those russet colored eyes twinkled with excitement as your arousal permeated the room, “Is my High Lady ready for her night on the town?”

You nodded your head as he approached you, his own arousal colliding with your own. You arched your neck to maintain eye contact with him. He reached out his hand tenderly grazing your cheek and your eyes fluttered shut, his scent of whiskey, smoke and brown sugar eliciting another wave of arousal to hit you.

“My Love?” His husky voice whispered, “Were you listening?” You opened your eyes and you were met with a quirked brow and a . Your eyes glazed over to the freckles that kissed his nose and cheeks and you reached your hand out to touch them when the High Lord of Autumn gripped your wrist and brushed his soft pink lips to your knuckles. “I asked you a question, Pet. I expect an answer.”

“Sorry, Eris, What was the question?” You make the effort to take in his appearance once more, “I was distracted by a very handsome high lord.”

A low growl emulated from Eris’ throat. “Is that so?” He leaned his face closer, his breath intermingling with yours. “Hm, maybe I should change.”

You whined and he pulled away from you suddenly. Only for his hand to lay at your shoulders, his head bumping yours as he looked at you in the mirror. His eyes looked as though he had been starved and you were his only salvation. In the time that the two of you had been together there had not been a curve, a bump, a stretch mark not touched, kissed, or loved by the red-headed male. “Are you almost ready to go?” his voice called out to your through your reminiscing.

“I am, I simply need to put on the rouge for my lips.” You smiled as he kissed your cheek, his reflection moving once more. As you reached for the jar, a large hand grabbed it first, “Eris?”

You faced the male once more as he opened the jar taking the brush and dipping it in the makeup. “Allow me.” He placed the jar down and you found yourself struggling to breathe as he held the brush to your lips. “Part your lips for me, My Love.” You did so giving him easier access. He leaned down and you watched as your High Lord, Mate, Lover, slowly placed the brush against your top lip.

His breath smelling of whiskey and cinnamon you shifted as he slowly and meticulously swiped the brush against your top lip. You shifted again as the brush lightly touched your lip tickling you. The featherlight touch of the tool and the closeness of your mate kept causing you to fidget in your seat, not used to the intimate act Eris was providing you.

Eris finished the top lip, he gave you a stern look, and gripped your face, his fingers clutching your jaw as his palm pressed against the underside of your chin, the lower part grazing your neck. “Stay still will you, Pet. Don’t want to smudge that pretty face.”

Dazed by his rapid movement you nodded your head, “Yes, High Lord.” You parted your lips once more.

Eris smiled and kissed your forehead, “There’s my good girl.” He swiped your bottom lip with ease and your breathing hitches when he finished and gave your face a squeeze. You moaned as he pulled away a soft chuckle grazing your pointed ears. He held out his hand for you to take. Intertwining your fingers with his he yanked you up from your seat, his free arm wrapping around your waist. He began to sway the two of you. “You know we could stay home. Have some fun of our own.” He said as he pressed his forehead against yours.

You giggled, “You promised, Love, a night out just the two of us.”

Eris side spinning you out, “I guess I did,” He spun you back in and you braced your one arm around his shoulders the other on his hand as he dipped you. “As High Lord I have to keep my promises. Especially the ones I make for you.” Eris leans closer.

“You’re going to smudge my lips.” You murmured.

Eris chuckled, “I don’t care.” And he pressed his lips to yours in a heated kiss.Your hand moved to his face as both his arms gripped your hips squeezing the soft flesh and before you could deepen the kiss he pulled away, chest heaving. “If you're good, we’ll see how pretty that color looks on you, when your lips are around my cock.”

You smirked, “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Vanserra.” You move to wipe the color that transferred to his lips but he places his hand over yours and shakes his head.

“Leave it. Let all of Autumn know who I belong to.” The gold string hummed in your chest as Eris moved you up right and went to grab your shawl wrapping it around you snuggly you leaned up and kissed the base of his neck making sure the deep red color was peaking out of his shirt.

Eris lifted a brow at your action and you merely shrugged, “For good measure.”

Eris tugged on the bond and looped your arm around his, “I love you.”

“And I you. Now let’s go!” You cried out tugging him out the door to his amusement, making sure you sent love down the bond.

“Anything for you, High Lady.”

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readychilledwine · 9 months ago

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Predator Prey

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

If you are into scratching, biting, grunting, and growling, you may have a Primal Play kink.

Primal play, also known as Predator/prey, is a dynamic between a sub and dom that typically involves the dom hunting down the sub before intercourse. A lot of people mix this with pet/animal play, but they are different. Pet/animal play involves at least one party dehumanizing themselves and taking the role of an animal. Primal play does not involve that.

Primal play finds its roots before we began civilized, and before sex began being seen as a sin as pushed by religion and church. Primal play is a way to revert back to that animalistic instinct of survival by letting us play with our basic needs, aka: breeding, food, and self-protection.

Predator prey is known for being a rougher form of play as well, the sex is a little more demanding, its rough, and it typically can cause the dom to leave a little more satisfied than the sub, especially when following traditional instinct and roles (sorry ladies.) It is an important for this play type to really focus on prediscussed consent and safe word communication.

Primal play also typically involves a struggle between the parties for dominance, something this fic does skip over because while I see Eris enjoying the hunt, I can't see him enjoying his mate struggling below him, even if it is consensual, due to his family history. I apologize. I skipped that aspect, but you all may have noticed the absolute Crackship I have another predator prey set up for. That couples going to go down swinging no matter how I write that dynamic.

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As always, NSFW below the cut

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Warnings - chasing, rough smut no traditional foreplay, p in v, slight hints of dirty talk, biting.

You shouldn't have been in the woods this late. You knew it was dangerous and that the trees themselves were awake and alerting any waiting predators that an unarmed female was walking alone through them.

After hours of dealing with your father in law, you had just wanted a few moments alone and made the choice to walk to the cabin you shared with Eris instead of winnowing.

That had been a mistake. Despite being in a seasonal court, day and night still shifted with the rest of the world, and golden rays of light gave in to star patterned darkness much too fast for comfort. You huddled your hood tighter, ignoring the bite of the autumn chill, and kept walking.

“Well, well, well,” the snap of a branch made you jump, heart beating faster as you froze. “What do we have here? A pretty mouse all by herself?”

You spun quickly, eyes wide as your husband approached with 3 hounds flanking him and growling. “Eris-” he shot you a look, silencing you.

“What you're going to do, little mouse, is run. You are going to turn and run and hope I don't catch you.” He took a step toward you, one you mirrored by stepping back. “Because if I catch you, I fuck you, and that would be mercy compared to what lurks in these woods just begging to get their teeth into you.”

He took another step, a bigger one causing you to stare straight at his chest until you looked up. He kissed you gently, the only gentle thing you knew you would get tonight before sliding one of his hounds training toys into the pocket of your cloak. “Run.”

You knew from the moment you accepted the bond, Eris was a bit of a sadist. But you also knew the first time that curtain dropped and your husband chained you to a wall, spanking you until your legs gave out, that you were a masochist. His mistake was calling you a mouse, though. You knew Eris had no understanding of how intelligent mice were. Mice were natural students, learning and adapting to their environment and tricks.

And you? You had learned.

You ran finding a large tree to abandon the cloak on before winnowing about 15 feet away, taking the training toy with you. You watched as Orion, Astrid, and Nova sat at the tree, looking up at Eris, then back to the cloak. Orion whined loudly, nudging the fabric as Eris growled.

Those hounds would never hurt you. Those hounds were chasing you for fun. And you had spoiled it. You cracked a branch on purpose, smiling and laughing as Nova perked back up, then began running towards where you had taken off from.

“Cheap tricks won't help you, mouse!” The dark laughter in his voice has your core tightening. You ran faster, heading near the direction of the cabin enough that he wouldn't think anything of it.

You were actually aiming for the lake nearby, though. Wanting him to fuck you under the full moon and all of her stars. Wanting to feel him pressing you into the dirt.

Eris caught your right as you reached it, a soft laugh as he did, and he took you rolling into the dirt and grass. Settling on top of you, Eris smirked. “This isn't home, mouse.”

You tossed the toy, listening as the hound Cheerfully began playing. Submission was setting in, creeping through your bones like an old ache. “No, sir.”

His warm hand came, holding your throat. “If you wanted to be fucked like an animal, y/n, you just had to ask.” You moaned at the words, at him seeing through you. He got up, forcing you on to your stomach, and began ripping the dress you were wearing. He placed a hand back on your neck, holding you down and leaning into you, whispering in your ear. “Do animals get prepared, mouse? Remind me.”

“No, sir,” it came out as more of a whimper than a sentence, a moan leaving your throat soon after. Eris wad grinding himself against you, cock straining heavily in his pants.

Eris was inside of you mere moments later, heavy cock stretching you open with a delicious burn. He was growling above you, rutting into you over and over while you wiggled and whimpered below him.

Nights like this, nights where sex was a mesh of teeth, of bruises, of thrusts so deep you could feel every inch of him lighting you on fire, normally meant Eris had a long day, a day where he felt no control, no joy. A day where he felt belittled.

Sex like this wasn't about you, and if you came, it was a reward. Sex like this was about Eris. You knew when he calmed down after this, when he would eventually carry you to the cabin, he'd take his time making love to you there until you were no more than a soaked mess below him, body pliant and spent from countless orgasms.

You whimpered as the thrusts grew harder, pushing you into the grass as your nails dug into the soft earth. Eris's growls were becoming louder, an occasional groan thrown in as he took you wildly with no regard for your body.

You were dripping for him, panting his name between wails of pleasure and soft cries of need. You loved sex like this, loved when he held you down, when he allowed you to make him work for it. To make him hunt you down.

You felt the first twitch of his cock, clenching around him in response and smiled into the ground. “All mine,” he grunted above you. “You are all mine, do you hear me?” His mouth came to your neck, licking and sucking your pulse point.

“Gonna fuck you until you don't even know your own name.” It was a promise, a zap engraving itself on your skin as he held your hand. He chuckled darkly again, your mind melting into those soft kisses contrasting against each sharp movement inside of you.

His breathing was becoming as labored as your own, his groans becoming more and more frenzied and desperate. “Cum inside me, Eris. Mark me as yours,” his grip on your hip became impossibly tight.

One more thrust had your walls tightening around him.

Another had you screaming his name as teeth sunk into your pulse point, bruising and marking that tender flesh.

The last had you babbling, moaning, and whining as you were violently thrown from the edge, squeezing and clenching around him over, over, and over again until he was spilling into you, filling you as he groaned and lapped away the blood he drew.

You both calmed, you still wiggling below him as a few last sloppy rolls of his hips worked to drive you into over stimulation.

Eris peppered soft kisses along your jawline, up to your temple, into your hair. “You okay?”

“Again.” He smiled into you, leaning to kiss you deeply.

“When we get home, after you eat and bathe, I will make all your sick dreams come true, mouse. I promise."

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honeybeefae · 1 year ago

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Making An Heir (Eris Vanserra x Reader)

KINKTOBER DAY THIRTEEN: BREEDING

Summary// The pressure from the advisors and members of the court for the two of you to produce an heir is high. It is all anyone can talk about and while you certainly enjoy the idea of having children, you don’t expect Eris to feel the same given his parental history. He has stayed mostly quiet on the subject until he catches you in the mirror with a pillow under your blouse, imagining what it would be like.

(I know this is out of order for the Kinktober fic but so many of you guys requested it so enjoy it, you dirty little readers. Also thanks so much for the anon who suggested subspace bc that was so much fun to write! ;))

WARNINGS: 18+, smut, breeding kink, rough sex, dirty talk, subspace, dom!Eris, sub!Reader, cumming inside (pls wear protection), talk of pregnancy

You had been mated with Eris for five years now and it was like you were truly living for the first time. He was the center of your life, the ship in the middle of the ocean, the warm blanket you cuddled with at night. Life began and ended with him and you knew he felt the same way.

He spoiled you with anything you could ever want. Jewels, dresses, books, pets, anything your heart desired he would go find because he loved making you happy. You knew not every mated couple had such a good life, that sometimes fate was more than met the eye, but yours was truly meant to be.

Everything had been perfect in your lives…except for the last few months. The Autumn Court advisors had been prying into your private lives, pestering Eris on when he would produce an heir. It angered you every time it was brought up as they acted like it was your fault. As if you were the one who was refusing a child.

It couldn’t have been farther from the truth. You had wanted children with Eris since you first started courting, dreaming about the little red-headed babes running around your feet. Fae pregnancies were incredibly difficult on the body and were also rare, however, you had no fear.

But you could not say the same for your mate. Eris avoided the subject like the plague. He would shut down his advisors with a simple wave of his hand and a frown while also doing the same with you.

You knew some of it was his own fears of fatherhood given how he was raised with Beron but you had assured him many times that he was not his father. Eris is ten times the man Beron was but he couldn’t seem to understand that. It was one of his worst fears to turn out like him.

Eris was also terrified of something happening to you. He had heard of what almost happened to Feyre, albeit her situation was a little different. What if he lost you? He didn’t have some magical gift from the Cauldron to bring you back. You would be gone forever and he would either be left alone or with a child who killed his mate, their mother. How could he love someone that did that?

The last two weeks had been full of tension as one of Eris’s brother’s wives had fallen pregnant, announcing it in court with an evil smirk on his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing by making such a public spectacle and you had had to force a smile the rest of the evening as everyone stared at you in judgment.

In their heads, you had only one job to do that you were currently failing at. This entire situation was weighing heavily on your shoulders but you did not want to force Eris into something he did not want.

However, that didn’t mean you couldn’t wish for it still, did it? That you couldn’t desire it secretly in the quiet of your bedroom? Eris was supposed to be gone for the day on a hunting trip, the first he’s taken in a month, so no one should be seeking you out until nightfall.

Your eyes landed on a soft pillow atop your shared bed, biting down on the inside of your cheek as you walked quietly over and grabbed it. There was no real need for you to be quiet but you still felt as if you were doing something wrong. You went back to the mirror in the corner of your room and stood in front of it, positing yourself to the side.

With one hand you lifted up your skirts and used the other to stuff the pillow inside it until it was settled against your belly, making it pop and give a lumpy shape of roundness. It didn’t look like a typical pregnant belly but the feelings that ran through you were all the same.

Sadness, pining, joy, pain, it was a cocktail of emotions that made your head spin.

You began to imagine it as your real belly, of all the dresses you could have tailored and how Eris would kiss your stomach every morning and night. Would Eris like you like this? Would he be constantly wanting to touch you, rub you, or would he want nothing to do with you?

Minutes passed as you watched yourself in the mirror, rubbing the pillow as if it were real. You were so lost in your fantasy that you didn’t hear the heavy footsteps of your mate or the door opening.

“What are you doing?” His voice pierced through your imagination, making you jump and turn towards him.

“Eris, I-” You flounder over your words, cheeks heating up as he stares at you with furrowed brows. “I was just, I mean, Eris I’m sorry…”

“Is that a pillow?” You couldn’t tell if he was teasing you playfully or if he was genuinely upset. Either way, the embarrassment made you want to be swallowed by the floor. Quickly you yanked the pillow out from underneath your dress and held it behind your back, looking down at the floor.

“I know you don’t want kids. I know you don’t want to talk about it. I promise this isn’t a trick or anything I just wanted-” You explained, tears wetting your eyelashes as he came over to you and lifted your head up.

“What did you want, my lady?” Eris murmured, amber eyes softening at how upset you were. “You can tell me.”

“It’s nothing. I don’t want to pressure you into anything.”

“Y/N.” His voice was stern, knowing that wasn’t the truth.

“I just wanted to see what I would look like pregnant.” You whispered. “It was silly.”

“Do you want to be pregnant?” He asked you lowly, catching your eyes once more. “Is that what you want?”

You felt the words stuck in your throat as he stepped closer to you, caging you in his arms. When he found you thought that he was going to be angry or disappointed but this reaction was completely unexpected.

“My advisors have been hounding my back nonstop over this… predicament of ours.” Eris continued on, the corner of his lip turning upwards. “Day after day, night after night. I had been worried you weren’t ready, that you would be terrified, and yet here I catch you doing this.”

“I-” You tried to interrupt but quickly shut your mouth when he grabbed your hips roughly, turning you around so that your back was to his chest and you were staring at yourself in the mirror.

“You what? Hm?” He taunted, intertwining your hand with his and slowly dragging it down your body. Goosebumps rose on your skin as his smoldering eyes never left yours, his pupils blown wide with desire. “You want me to fill you up with my cum, little fox? To pound into you like a beast takes his bitch? To breed you?”

Eris loved to talk like this in the bedroom and you weren’t ashamed to admit that you also loved it. The control, the domination, of his words made you melt and want to please him. And with the words he was saying about breeding you…it was no surprise that your pussy was clenching in anticipation.

“I asked you a question, Y/N. I expect you to answer.” Eris reprimanded, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear as his other hand came to circle around your throat. “Is that what my lady commands of her lord? To fuck an heir into her?”

Whiplash was the only thing that you could describe as feeling with how things were turning out. It was like a flip had been switched in him but you were already too drunk on lust to question it, nodding your head and whimpering.

“Yes, yes, sir.” You answered, groaning when he untangled his hand from yours and squeezed your breasts through your dress. “I…I want you to fill me up.”

“Breed you. You want me to breed you.” He corrected, pinching your pebbled nipple which had you squirming. “Say it.”

You swallowed thickly and looked at him through the mirror.

“I want you to breed me, my lord.”

Eris grinned wickedly and turned you back towards him, wrapping your hair around his hand and pulling your neck back until it was almost at a ninety-degree angle.

“Well then, I suppose we better get started. Now.”

He was anything but gentle as he took the collar of your dress and ripped it with his bare hands, biceps flexing underneath the thin material of his shirt. You shivered as your body was exposed to the cool air.

“On your hands and knees.” He orders, smiling when you immediately followed his command. Normally you would mouth off and be a little brat, asking for punishment, but tonight it seemed you were ready to be his good little girl.

You turn to look behind you, feeling your wetness grow from the way he was devouring you with his eyes. Eris began to rid himself of his clothes, his cock standing at attention and ready to pump you full of his hot seed. He climbed behind you, his large hands running over the curve of your ass.

The bed dipped as he knelt on his knees, pushing the material of your panties to the side to unveil your dripping cunt. “I love how wet you get for me, Y/N,” Eris growled, licking his lips. “I’ve barely even touched you and you are already making a mess on these sheets.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” You whisper, not sure if he wanted you to apologize or not. He chuckled and ran a single finger down your pussy, collecting the juices and bringing them to his mouth.

“Look at my little fox using her manners.” He praised, moaning at the taste of you. “You want this badly don’t you?”

“Mhm.” You nod, taking in shaky breaths as you felt hot air on your lips. It was a wonder that your entire body wasn’t shaking with need at this point.

“Well what my lady wants, she gets.” Eris said before burying himself in your sex, his tongue flicking over your clit in quick swipes while his nose teased your hole. “Fuck you taste like heaven on my tongue.”

You could only whine in response, legs squeezing either side of his head as he feasted on you. He knew all the right speeds and ways to eat you out, how to make you sing in pleasure. Your arms were wobbling from the waves of pleasure he was giving you.

The room was filled with the filthy sounds of him slurping you up, one of his hands kneading your ass while the other stroked his cock. You could hear the wet sounds of him touching himself, making you even more delirious.

“I want you to cum on my tongue, little fox.” Eris said firmly, taking your entire clit into his mouth and sucking. The action had you crying out in ecstasy, feeling like you were floating above your body as your entire body shook.

He was always able to make you cum quickly because he took the time to know everything that made you tick, good and bad. Eris used it to his advantage many times and tonight was no different. You didn’t want this to be over so early but you also knew that tonight was special. This was going to be the first of many.

“Eris, ah!” You cried out, feeling that coil in you snap. He grunted in satisfaction when you started to mindlessly grind backward onto his face, your hands fisting the sheets. “It feels so good, sir.”

Every last drop of your cum went down his throat and his chin, his eyes closed in bliss. When you started to squirm from sensitivity he pulled back, holding the base of his cock and lining it up with your entrance.

“I’m going to breed you now,” Eris growled, not giving you a chance to recover as he thrust in until his balls slapped against your already tender clit. “And you are going to take it all, aren’t you?”

You didn’t answer fast enough, couldn’t answer, as you were still reeling from what he had just done. However, your mate had little patience and was quick to grab your hair once more, pulling it until you whined.

“Yes, Eris, yes,” You stuttered, enjoying the slight burn coming from your cunt as he stretched you out. “I’ll take it all, I’ll be good.”

His eyes were almost completely black as he gave you a feral grin, pulling almost all the way out before stuffing you full. Your tits were bouncing with each thrust, your hair still wrapped around his hand as he threw his head back in rapture.

“I know you will. I know you will.” He cooed, pulling his head back to watch his cock go in and out. The sheets were indeed a mess underneath you, a giant wet stain that was only going to grow as the night went on.

One of your hands went down and began to fiddle with your swollen clit, moaning loudly as he fucked you hard. Eris noticed and clicked his tongue, using the hand that had your hair and pushing your face into the mattress.

“Look at you, already trying to cum again.” Eris jeered, his grip bruising on your hips. “My lady is just a desperate little whore, isn’t she? A little whore who wants to be bred, to carry my children and do it over and over and over again.”

Your cries were muffled as he laughed darkly, feeling the familiar tingle of his own orgasm creeping up his spine. “But she’s such a pretty whore…” He purred, letting go of your head to brush the hair out of your face. Your entire body was being jolted by the force of his body, and your mascara was smudged, but you were too high on your own lust to care.

“Please, please, please, sir.” You babbled, bottom lip quivering. “I wanna cum, I want you to fill me up, please.”

He grunted and furrowed his brows, his long red hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat as he put all his concentration on your pussy. “You don’t get to cum right now, Y/N. I want you to hold it in for me.”

Eris’s thrusts grew sloppily as his balls tightened, picturing you with a swollen belly and heavy tits. It made his mouth water and he barely heard your pleas of mercy. You felt the first spurts shoot into you, his cum almost burning, and it made your entire cunt clench around his cock.

“Don’t you fucking cum.” He swore, groaning in pleasure as he emptied himself into your womb. You felt tears fall down your cheek, desperately craving that release. It was taking all the will of your body to not give in to what you wanted.

The sheer amount of cum was too much for you to contain and it leaked through the seal of your lips, dripping onto your legs and the bed. He gave two more thrusts before pulling out completely, admiring the way he left you gaping and gushing.

“You did so well, little fox.” Eris commended, pushing two thick fingers inside you and scooping out the mixture of his seed and your juices. He flipped you onto your back with one hand, your hair sprawling around you as he held those fingers over your mouth. “Suck.”

With tears staining your cheeks you followed his orders, chest rising and falling quickly as you swallowed it like you knew he wanted. Eris’s eyes turned tender upon seeing you, breaking the facade briefly to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. You were grateful for it even though you were still aching for him to let you cum.

After a minute he pulled away, noticing you fidgeting. “Does my little whore want something? Was that not enough for her?”

You nodded shyly, eyes widening when he laid down beside you and then patted his lap. His cock was already hard once more, glistening in the firelight. You climbed onto his lap, looking down at him.

“Well? What do you want?” He pressed, one of his hands resting on your hip while the other went to your cunt. Eris smirked as he pressed the pad of his thumb against your clit, enjoying the way you jumped. “You want to cum again? Greedy little girl.”

“I-” You tried to interject but shut your mouth when he suddenly lifted you up as if you weighed nothing, your hole hovering above the tip of his dick.

“It is greedy, Y/N.” He cut you off. “If you want to cum again you need to say it.”

The words were on the tip of your tongue. Eris loved to make you say these things, to make you degrade yourself. It made you feel embarrassed but you also knew you weren’t going to get what you wanted if you didn’t.

“I”m a greedy little girl.” You murmured, sucking in a sharp breath as he thrust up slowly. Inch by inch he filled you again, both of your cum making it easy for him to slide in. “I want to cum again, to be filled up by you, sir.”

“Ride me then, Y/N,” Eris ordered, letting you bottom out and giving you a hardy smack on your ass. “Take what you want. Be a good girl and fuck yourself on my cock. Make yourself cum.”

Some people would think that this was a blessing, that he was giving you what you wanted, but it was far from the truth. You did love riding him, loved watching him watch you, but he knew as well as you did that you needed him to make you cum. You couldn’t do it yourself.

You began to bounce on him, hoping this time you might be able to do it without him, and moaned as he hit that spot deep inside you. Your hips rolled and breasts swayed with each rise and fall of your body, his amber eyes never leaving your face.

“That’s it, my little whore, ride your lord’s cock.” He snickered, noticing the frustration building within you. “Show me how badly you want it.”

The need in your stomach was growing like an inferno. You were fucking yourself with all your strength, both of your hands resting on either side of his body as you whimpered through your teeth and closed your eyes in concentration.

“I want it, I want it, please sir.” You whined, your mind slowly slipping away from you as you seemed to stay on the edge of orgasm for hours. It was driving you insane. “Eris, Eris, I can’t. I need, I need-”

“What do you need, Y/N?” He cooed, smiling as your eyelashes fluttered and your hips finally slowed. His cock fell out of you and he knew you were getting into your subspace, something that made him feel tender and hungry at the same time. “Do you need my help?”

You barely had the coherency to nod, looking up at him with complete trust and want. “Please…”

He kissed your forehead and rolled you onto your back, lining up his cock and inching himself inside you once more. Both of his hands interlocked with yours and brought them above your head, keeping you still as he started a slow, hard rhythm.

You called out his name in ecstasy, enjoying the way his lips trailed over your neck and collarbone. “My sweet lady, so ready to take my cum and let me knock her up.” He breathed into your ear, pressing his forehead against yours.

“This is all you want, all you need, is my cock inside you.” Eris’s breaths were coming faster now, loving the way your walls fluttered around him. “You wanted to be bred and now you are. Your cunt is so full of me that you’ll be leaking for days, feeling it drip down your leg but it doesn’t matter because I’ll keep stuffing your pussy every night until this belly is round and tight.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt the crest of your orgasm coming up, your back arching off the bed as your throat burned from all the screaming you had been doing. All you could do now was whimper, your hands coming to circle around your neck as you babbled incoherently.

“Eris, please, I wanna, please,” You turned your head from side to side, eyebrows scrunching together. “Cum, let me, Gods, please!”

“Do it, Y/N.” Eris encouraged, moving his hips until he felt that squishy spot inside you that made you see double. “Cum for me, my little whore. Cum all over my cock, let that pretty pussy clench around me. Be a good girl.”

Everything around you went white and your ears began to ring as you came, your toes curling and back arching even further until you were sure you were going to snap in half. Your mouth was opened in a silent scream, letting your body succumb to everything your mate was giving to you.

The sight of you coming undone was enough for Eris to follow behind you, his mouth covering yours as he held himself still. It made his balls ache from how hard he was cumming, cursing loudly as he pulled away to bury himself into the crook of your neck.

“Take it, Y/N, fucking take it.” He growled into your neck. “Gods, you are so fucking tight on my cock.”

It took the both of you several minutes to catch your breath, Eris’s dick softening inside you as you struggled to come back to reality. He knew that this was rougher than normal, without any breaks, and he had probably pushed you to your limit.

But he had no regrets. And neither did you.

You barely registered when he scooped you up and nuzzled you close to his chest, whispering sweet nothings as he carried you over to the bathroom. Eris knew he needed to clean you before you went to bed and while he was waiting for the bath to fill, he couldn’t stop himself from staring at your stomach and wondering if it stuck.

Either way, you two would definitely be doing this again.

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danikamariewrites · 7 months ago

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Ddlg Eris headcanons

Eris x reader

A/n: I woke up today and remembered I posted about writing a ddlg Eris hc MONTHS ago so here it is 😂 sorry this is so short.

Warnings: ddlg relationship, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, and fluff

Life post-Beron Vanserra was wonderful, a dream come true for you and your mate

Your relationship with Eris could finally be public after having been mates for years behind closed doors

After Eris became High Lord you had a public mating ceremony and wedding bringing joy and hope to the people of autumn

Not long after Eris announced that you would take on the role and title of High Lady, having joint coronation ceremonies. You had begged Eris to do it together since you felt like you couldn’t be crowned alone, that was too much pressure

As your duties became more and more demanding you rolled with the punches, faced everything head on with Eris but there were times where you just wanted Eris to take care of you

There were days where you would need extra reassurance from Eris

Days where you just felt like you needed to be near him and needed him in general

It also felt like you two just weren’t spending your usual couple time together which made you feel even needier for Eris

You found yourself wanting him to take care of you like he used to. You missed the overprotective and overbearing side of Eris sometimes

It was months before you had the courage to say anything to Eris about how you’ve been feeling. You hit a breaking point one night and clung to Eris in bed. He ran his fingers through your hair in soothing motions. “What’s wrong my wildfire?” He whispered. “I just miss you.” You bury your face in his neck as your cheeks flush

“Hey,” he coos, moving you gently so he can look at you. “All you have to do is tell me. Don’t keep these feelings inside, my wildfire.” You nod burying your face back into his chest mumbling, “ok daddy.”

You hadn’t even thought about what you said thanks the headspace you were in

Eris stilled under you, thinking about what you said. The bond in his chest glowing with his mate instincts to care for you

Kissing the top of your head Eris murmured, “anything for you, my little wildfire.”

Eris started making more time for you during the day

He made sure you got ready together in the morning and had lunch and dinner together

You had periodic check ins during the day to see how each other were doing

Both your moods and stress levels improved dramatically just by this little change

Eris noticed you holding on to him in anyway you could during meetings and court. You tried not to be too obvious but Eris picked up on your need for physical touch

He always made sure to have his hands on you at all times

On the weekends Eris made sure that those two days were just for you and him

He pampered you, taking you shopping and on dates or just spending time at the cabin

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redr0sewrites · 6 months ago

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i need to write more for switch eris this is not a drill

as usual im yapping in the tags 💀

#i am a firm switch!eris truther #i just KNOW hes a versatile switch #he could totalllyyyyyy be a mean rough dom #super controlling and kinky like we already KNOW he can conjure fire cuffs and hes deffff good at degrading- etc #but i also could see him as a service top or pleasure dom who can be a lot gentler and focus on praising you #or just pleasuring u in general #but i ALSO see him as like a BRATTY sub like this man is practically BEGGING to be put in his place #he teases and talks back like he's the shit but the next thing u know he's whining and bitching ab how u wont fuck him #BUT I ALSOO see him as like a very gentle or fragile sub when he's exhausted or just not feeling great #beron has pretty much ruined his self esteem and his self preservation in general and i think that deep down he'd thrive #if he was being pampered and praised #like he'd turn into the male version of a pillow princess (as a wlw person i am aware that that id a wlw term but idk how else to describe)#but like he'd gen just want u to take care of him yk?#anyways yea versatile switch eris my beloved #i could take him #(not in a fight)#rose rambling #anyways plsss send sub/switch/dom eris requests i am MORE than willing to oblige #(especially sub eris there is such a painful lack of that and ik he can be one bc he told me himself)#hehe #eris vanserra #eris vanserra x reader #eris vandaddy #eris headcanons #eris vanserra headcanon

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jules-writes-stories · 2 months ago

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Eris Week | Day 7 | Free Day | Chapter 2 AO3

The Night Court Lounge | Tribeca NYC | azriel x eris

Eris shook his head, tugging on the leash. “Not there, pet.” He pointed at the carpet between his open legs. “Sit down here and face me.”

A flash of indignation passed over the man’s stunning features, but still, he said nothing and kneeled, then rested his thighs on his feet in the prone position he’d adopted in the cage.

The sub was too far away for Eris’s liking. He could not smell his cedar scent, the misty musk of his skin. Eris tugged gently, but firmly on the leash, reattached to the harness at his sternum.

The man’s hazel eyes narrowed and he clenched his jaw. Eris smirked at this little show of annoyance, even as the pretty creature shimmied closer. This was going to be fun.

“I don’t love your insolence, bat.” Eris held up two fingers to a server without removing his gaze from the man kneeling at his feet.

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azrielbrainrot · 1 year ago

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Nsfw Alphabet with Eris Vanserra

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's always really attentive with you. Wants to make sure everything was good for you. Will run you a bath if you need and cuddle you after.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's so full of himself I don't even know what to say. He just knows he's pretty. I think on you it might be your mouth.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

There's probably nothing he loves more than cumming in your mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I don't know if it would be that much of a secret but he definitely had a orgy phase.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very experienced. He's the heir to the autumn court, you know he's been around.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Once again I don't know positions names my bad. But I think he's the type to like you on top of him, not in charge just on top. Also missionary is always a banger like why wouldn't he want to look at your pretty face while he's absolutely wrecking you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Definitely serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Really well groomed. He makes sure of it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Well when he's in a making love kind of mood everything is really intimate and sensual but I think that doesn't happen all that often.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don't see him doing it very often when he was single and definitely not now that he has you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I think he's into more things than he would admit - at first at least:

- first things first, Eris is a dom through and through. But. He will still sub for you every once in a while and enjoy it more than he'll ever admit. By sub I mean he likes when you tie his hands to the headboard but he's always still somehow in control, he never completely lets go;

- mixes praise and degradation, to the point you don't know what's what anymore;

- still a bit on degaration, loves spitting in your mouth;

- face fucking. Just loves turning your face into an absolute mess. Besides actually fucking your face he just loves blowjobs in general. There's not a prettier picture in his mind than you kneeling between his legs with your tongue out, painted with his cum. Also likes fucking your mouth with his fingers;

- begging. Loves hearing you beg for him, it makes his already huge ego inflate even more. He usually gives in after a couple moans of his name and a pretty please but when he's in a mood he could watch you beg for hours with tears down your face, to the point you're not even begging for him to let you cum, you just want to touch him at least. That's another big one, he loves to hear you beg for his cock, his fingers inside you, his mouth on you but he could actually cum just from hearing you beg to suck his cock;

- orgasm control. Mostly edging but some overstimulation as well. Like I said, loves hearing you beg and being in control;

- spanking - it's always a good day when he gets to bend you over his lap and spank your pretty ass raw. Doesn't even try to come up with reasons for it to be a punishment sometimes, he just wants to hear your pretty little whimpers. He prefers spanking your ass but if you really piss him off he'll slap your pussy too, might even make you try cumming from it. I think he'd also like slapping your face but not hard or anything, just a few light taps on your cheek especially if it's already covered in cum;

- temperature play. This feels kind of obvious but of course he'd make good use of his powers to bring you more pleasure;

- cockwarming. I feel like I could have connected this to begging too but he loves hearing you beg for him to fuck you. Sometimes it's not even purely sexual though, he just loves feeling you in general;

- breeding. I don't think there's one fae male that isn't at least a little into breeding. Eris loves making you swallow his cum but watching it drip down your pretty spent cunt is a close second;

- bondage. Just loves having you completely at his mercy. Loves shibari too. Uses this as more of a punishment though. When you get him mad he'll tie you up and you know you really fucked up when he gags you so you can't even beg, all you can do is take whatever he wants to give you or not;

- exhibitionism. I see his younger self being really into this but maybe not as much anymore. I also see him as being really possessive so even if he did fuck you in front of other people he wouldn't really let them see you, if that makes sense. Like you'd be riding him with your back to everyone else and with your clothes on or just sucking his cock so what everyone can see is how good you are for him and no one else. Also, this isn't really possible in this universe but Eris would love having you under his desk sucking his cock while he talks on the phone at work. Would also love having you pick up the phone while he fucks you so he can watch you try to keep your composure;

- loves marking you. Again, he's possessive. It's just a shame that with fae's fast healing the marks fade so quickly and he has to keep marking you over and over, truly such a shame.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers the bedroom but he also really loves fucking you in his office.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He just loves knowing he can fuck you like no one else ever could.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don't think he'd be into really hard kinks. He likes spanking you and teasing you with his fire but he probably couldn't see himself drawing blood from you. His biggest fear is turning into his father so he wouldn't want to hurt you even if you told him you enjoyed it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

If you haven't noticed I think he prefers receiving. Obviously isn't against giving at all, he'd live and die between your thighs if he could.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He's fast and rough more often than not. Of course there's a time and place for slow as well.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hates quickies but somehow it happens all the time. I wouldn't say he would just fuck you anywhere at anytime but he can't help himself sometimes. Has fucked you in his office and the throne room and any room he finds himself working. In the library, in the forest, by the lake, in the restaurant he booked so he could have a private dinner with you just to end up having you instead on the table. Always promises to fuck you properly at home.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I think he has a clear list of things he wouldn't do but he'd try anything else at least once if you wanted him to.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I think he can fuck you for a really long time but I don't know if he lasts that long, he just recovers fast.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Again, I don't know how toys would work in this universe but he definitely has pretty ropes and ties and gags.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

So unfair. He's literally so mean sometimes.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I don't think he's that loud usually which is truly a shame. If you get him to a certain point you're rewarded with soft whimpers in you ear. Oh by not being loud I mean moaning because you know he's running his mouth the entire time.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Likes being tied up, especially after a long day of being high lord. He won't really admit it so he usually just tries to make you want to do it without actually asking for it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

With the amount of attitude this man has you know he has to have a big dick. It'd be a crime if he didn't actually.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I don't see it being super high but he's not one to pass up the opportunity. Let's just say when he tells you he's too tired to have sex you know he's exhausted down to the bone.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I think he'd try to fall asleep after you but sometimes he would just give in. Probably just depends on how tired he is. In the beginning of your relationship he'd wait for you to fall asleep though because trust issues.

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thomasisaslut · 1 year ago

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Eris Vanserra x Azriel Shadowsinger

Mutual Masturbation — KTober

Word Count: 1.5k

Includes: Mutual Masturbation, Mating Bonds, Nipple Play, Anal, Anal Fingering, Inappropriate use of Azriel’s shadows, Desk-Sex, Dom/Sub.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50896792

On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1390441949-𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑-𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥-𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧-𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐬-𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚-𝐱

Being a High Lord was much harder than Eris has ever expected, currently, he was crammed at his desk with mounds of paperwork surrounding him. There were piles upon the desk, beside it, in front, everywhere.

Eris sighed and lent back in his stiff, maroon chair—it was more like a tiny throne than anything—as he scanned another letter, this one was from the High Lord of the Summer Court—Tarquin. Eris has learned to like him, after forming an alliance between the Day, Night, and Autumn Court he wanted in, so, naturally he was going to talk to him—Eris just didn’t expect to enjoy the conversations.

Feyre was right, he was easily lovable.

He chuckles at the memory of Rhysand brooding in jealousy from the dark-skinned male, it truly was a funny sight to see him so riled—even if he didn’t like the glares he got from him in the process.

“What are you thinking about?” Azriel’s voice purred through his head, Eris feels some of his shadows swirling around his ankles.

“Oh nothing.” Eris replies back mentally, sending a smiling expression down the bond.

“Mmm… are you sure? I heard Tarquin and Rhys’ name quite a lot, little fox.” Azriel almost sounded jealous, it causes Eris to laugh again. “Something funny?”

“No, just in a good mood.” Eris lies, it was easily seen through—well—read through?

“Liar.” Azriel shoots him an image of him rolling his eyes.

Eris watches as the shadows crawl up his legs, creeping from his ankles to his thighs before tightly squeezed them.

“I am.” Eris smirks. “What are your little shadows doing?” He asks through the mating bond.

“Waiting.” Azriel growls, it sends a tingle down Eris’ spine.

“For what, spymaster?” Eris replied.

“You.”

The shadows around his thighs grip tighter by the sound of Azriel’s voice, as if his hands were there—leaving deep marks on Eris’ pale skin. He can’t help but feel aroused.

“Me? For what purpose?” Eris teases.

“You know why.”

“Do I?” Eris sends a vulgar gesture down the bond—imagining to be thrusting Azriel’s cock with his hand.

It takes a moment before Azriel retorts. “That is exactly why.”

Eris could feel Azriel’s own arousal through the bond, he could feel the way his cock throbbed before fulling becoming erect.

“Do you need me, Az?”

“No. You need me.” He groans down the bond.

In a second, the shadows that were once around Eris’ thighs move higher, now slowly stroking his tenting cock—teasingly.

“Az.” Eris whimpers down the bond, sending an image of what he wants to happen—Eris’ hands free, the only clothes on being his laurel wreath-like crown, the shadows stroking his cock whilst some are buried deep in his hot core.

“Oh? That’s what you want, little fox?” Azriel smirks on the other side of the mating bond. “Then you shall have it.”

His thighs tremble as the shadows strip off his clothes, slowly, teasingly. His shoes are removed first, then his pants and boxers. The dark shadows work diligently—quickly stripping Eris of all of his clothes but his High Lord crown.

“Beautiful.” Azriel whispers through the bond. “Finger yourself or else you get no preparation.”

“I don’t have oil in my office, Shadowsinger.” Eris sends an image of him rolling his eyes.

“Then make some.”

Eris sighs but instantly understands what Azriel means, they have used spit as lube before—now would be no different.

Slowly, Eris brings his index and middle to his mouth, sucking on them until they’re drenched in his saliva, he then brings the two fingers to his rear—Azriel’s shadows guiding his hand to his hole—before sliding them in. Eris moans.

“Fucking perfect, all on display.” Azriel purrs. “And just for me, your mate.”

“Y-Yes…” Eris begins to thrust his fingers in and out of his needy hole. “Just for you, Az.” He sends down the bond.

“Good.”

It takes a few more minutes of Eris fingering himself before Azriel finally states he’s ready. Eris withdraws his hand, slowly placing it on the desk before him—not caring that he knocked over all of the paperwork on his desk.

The shadows move him onto his back, laying him against the dark, hardwood table before they wrap around his cock, they give it a few experimental strokes before more form around his ass.

Gently, the shadows slide in, slowly thrusting along the way.

“Look at yourself, getting fucked by my shadows…” Eris gets sent an image of Azriel stroking his painfully erect cock, the pink tip leaking with pre as he fists his member. “If I was there, little fox, I’m afraid your entire army would know their High Lord likes to get fucked by Illyrian warriors.”

“M-My whole army?” Even with the mind communication Eris can’t help but stutter over words as the shadows fucking his hole move faster, harder.

“They would know who you belong to, listen to, get fucked and filled by.” Azriel moans through the bond.

“Then come here…” Eris’ breath hitches as more shadows form, now teasing his hardened nubs, pulling and squeezing his nipples. “And show them.”

“I will right before I climax, I’m afraid if I don’t see you I will break this damn mountain.”

“You’re at the c-cabin?” Eris moans, the shadows deep inside his rear begin to widen, stretching him open but making sure to make themself bigger than Azriel’s cock—teasing him. Not only that, but they also make sure to brush right past his prostate.

“They hosted some party, I wanted no part of it. Plus, my little fox would’ve been drowning in paperwork by now.” Azriel sends another mental image of his twitching cock, this only makes the building feeling—the begging to cum—build itself higher.

“Then why aren’t you here already?” The ginger whines through the bond, needing to feel the fullness of the others hard cock.

“I’m afraid I still have duties, Eris.” Azriel replied simply, plainly. Much to dry for someone who is fucking their mate over a desk with his shadows.

“Do them after, I demand your presence.”

“Demand?” Azriel smirks.

“As your allied High Lord, yes. Now g-get here before I put you on a sex ban.” Eris scoffs but it quickly fades into a moan as the shadows tease his nipples again, stroking his cock faster.

There is no reply, Eris gets worried for a second—and gets extra worried when the shadows disappear—leaving him wanting and alone. Well, until he saw his mate looming over him.

“A sex ban?” Azriel grabs Eris’ nude hips and tugs him down the desk, his ass now completely off the rough, wood surface. “You couldn’t go a day without it, you get to cockdrunk after all.” The dark headed man smirks before thrusting himself fully in—hitting Eris’ prostate directly.

“Azriel!” He shouts, and as promised, it was loud enough for the guards on duty to hear.

“What, little fox? You were all talk before…” He begins to thrust. “What happened to that?”

“Need… need to cum!” Eris begs, the overstimulation getting to him as some shadows creep back onto his still hardened nipples—beginning to tease and squeeze them once more.

“Answer me first, Eris.” Azriel doesn’t stop his movements for a second, his cock twitching deep inside of his hole.

“You… you showed up! Only…” Eris moans, a kiss placed on his neck before it was harshly bitten, new found hickeys forming. “Only talk…”

“Yeah, I know.” Azriel smirks cockily before smashing their lips together, biting his bottom lip and pulling it down before jamming his tongue into his mates mouth, the two dance before slowly blending.

Azriel pulls back to resume his assault on Eris’ neck, littering the pale skin with deep, dark love bites.

“Love you… Az.” Eris whimpers as he finishes, his cum shooting out of his cock and landing on his stomach.

“I love you too, little fox.” Azriels whispers wnd kisses under his ear, his thrusts don’t stop—rather, encouraged by Eris’ orgasm.

Soon, Azriel releases his load deep inside of Eris, it leaks out of his rear and onto the floor beneath the two of them. Azriel slides out, slowly and delicately before kissing Eris.

“Let us rest? I’m sure you’ll want to prepare yourself for the guards bickering.” Azriel smiles and hoists Eris up into his strong, Illyrian arms.

Eris only nods in agreement, Azriel’s previous statement about being cockdrunk all too accurate.

“Dickhead.” Eris grumbles.

“Only for you, little fox.” Azriel chirps back with a kiss to the gingers temple. “Sleep.” He smiles as he lays his mate down on the bed.

Azriel cradles Eris close to his chest, his wings around the two of them like shields to the world. He tugs up the maroon blanket before following suit, drifting off into sleep. And for the first time in a while, Azriel felt as if he was safe.

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