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“Azriel won. His one-hundred-ninety-ninth victory, apparently. The three of them had entered the cabin an hour later, dripping snow, skin splotched with red, grinning from ear to ear. Mor and I, snuggled together beneath a blanket on the couch, only rolled our eyes at them. Rhys just dropped a kiss atop my head, declared the three of them were going to take a steam in the cedar-lined shed attached to the house, and then they were gone. I blinked at Mor as they vanished, letting the image settle.
“Another tradition,” she told me, the bottle of amber-colored alcohol mostly empty. And my head now spinning with it. “An Illyrian custom, actually—the heated sheds. The birchin. A bunch of naked warriors, sitting together in the steam, sweating.”
I blinked again.
Mor’s lips twitched. “About the only good custom the Illyrians ever came up with, to be honest.”
I snorted. “So the three of them are just in there. Naked. Sweating.” Mother above.
Interested in taking a look? The dark purr echoed into my mind.
Lech. Go back to your sweating.
There’s room for one more in here.
I thought mates were territorial. I could feel him smile as if he were grinning against my neck.
I’m always eager to learn what sparks your interest, Feyre darling. ”
— Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight.
I forced a scoff from my lips at Rhysand's lewd implication, forced that reaction down the bond as Rhys merely chuckled in response, and I worked to keep my thoughts as hidden from him as I could manage. My thoughts that were running a mile a minute imagining just what Rhysand had suggested, at the men who were so close by. I rubbed my thighs together unconsciously as I tried to rid myself of the building pressure between my legs at the thought of anything going further than simply sitting together. Naked. In heat.
"What was that about?" Mor asked curiously, and her voice pulled me from my embarrassingly filthy thoughts. I prayed to the gods my face wasn't as red as it felt.
"Rhys was just being a prick," I supplied with an annoyed sigh, and understanding spanned her features as she laughed lightly.
"When is he not?" She retorted with a smirk, followed by a dramatic yawn, her hand coming up to cover the bottom half of her face. Her cheeks were bright pink from the alcohol we'd been consuming, and her eyelids were dropping lower and lower.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah..." She nodded, although she yawned again through the second 'yeah', "It's only that the booze seems to have done its job a bit too well, I feel as though I could fall asleep at any moment."
"Really?" I respond. "I feel... well, a bit muddled, but mostly invigorated. Energized, you know?"
"I wish, that would make for a much more exciting night... but that seems not to be the case for me."
"Will you rest here?"
"No, no," Mor shakes her head, standing up slowly and rubbing her eyes as she goes, a yawn once again stretching her features, "I'll head back, to sleep. You wait up for Rhys."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I don't think I can make much more good conversation at the moment, and I'd rather the privacy. I'll see you in the morning, though."
"Of course," I nod as I watch Mor make her way towards the door of the cabin, grabbing her large coat as she goes, looking tired but awake enough that I knew not to worry for her well-being.
Suddenly, I felt Rhys tapping on my mental walls.
What's going on? He spoke down the bond.
Mor's just tired from the booze, she's headed back to the camp for the night .
"Good night, Feyre," Mor called to me from the open doorway, revealing the calm winter scenery of the snowy mountain outside.
I smiled back, "Good night, and get back safe," I called out. She smiled warmly and waved as she stepped back, before shutting the door behind her, leaving me alone in the cabin.
Well, not alone alone. I was reminded of that fact when my mate, one of the three, naked, sweaty males that were in just the other room, once again spoke to me through our bond.
Does this mean my darling Feyre is all alone on this mountain with three of Prythian's most desirable males? I could picture Rhys' expression perfectly in my mind, and his smile was entirely feline.
Most arrogant is more accurate, I believe.
What a strange way of pronouncing 'the most beautiful males to ever live'. I do still appreciate the sentiment, though, as I'm sure Cassian and Azriel do.
I snorted, and utterly fail at hiding my amusement. You're incorrigible.
Incorrigible? Or charming?
Both, unfortunately. I felt Rhys chuckle at that, and the bond went silent for a few minutes.
You know, my offer still stands, Rhys finally responds.
Your offer?
To join us , Rhys' voice down the bond grew rougher as my heart began to pound against my ribs, there is more than enough room for you. And, I'm sure none of us would object to your presence.
You wouldn't? I questioned, hating how breathless I sounded.
We wouldn't.
I suppose I'm just curious as to how you would... feel. I don't think I would have expected you to be the kind of male to be comfortable sharing with other males. With me.
Sharing?
Such close quarters, I mean. Nothing else. I rush out down the bond. Rhys merely laughs, rough and sultry.
Of course. Nothing else. His voice has deepened to a level that the raspiness alone has my knees feeling unsteady, and I know if I hadn't already been sitting, I would have needed to. I rub a hand across my chest, in a poor attempt to still my beating heart.
Although, Rhys continues, It needn't have to be nothing else. Not if you want... something else.
My hand freezes above my breast, as my heart kicks up speed.
I may be territorial with you, a 'sensitive Illyrian’ as you like to put it, but that doesn't mean I haven't been in a position to share before. That I'm not willing to explore that once again, if that's what you want. Anything you want Feyre, and it's yours. And this particular thing... I'd be more than willing to provide. If you desire it.
As much as Rhys' words sent spikes of pleasure through me, one thing, in particular, caught my interest.
You've… shared before?
I have. Cassian, Az, and I used to be quite the... salacious trio back in the day. We often found ourselves... bedding females in the same quarters. Sometimes, it was the same female we'd bed together. And, although it didn't happen often, in our more curious years we found ourselves... sharing each other.
If I didn't know better I'd believe my heart stopped altogether.
Each other? I breathed out through the bond.
Suddenly, I felt Rhys’ mental claws caressing my mind, requesting entrance. To share an image. A memory.
I allowed him access, and the scene that played out in my mind… well now, now my heart stopped. If I thought it had before, this indicated I had been so very wrong, because it was in this moment it truly stopped beating, only to begin again hammering like a martial drum, pounding against my sternum to the beat of the short, rough breaths I released.
In my mind, I watched as the memory Rhys sent my way unfolded, as Rhys stood naked and proud at the foot of a bed, watching as his hand reached out to grip Cassian’s waist, and tug him closer as he pounded into his ass from behind. Watched his other hand reach down to Cassian’s thick, hard cock, slapping against his stomach with every thrust from Rhys, as he gripped it in his fist and began jerking it roughly, earning loud, muffled moans from Cassian. Watched as the bed creaked from the force of Rhys, something I’d experienced many times myself, as Cassian’s backside turned red from the beating of Rhys’ hips, watched as the room filled with animalistic grunting that echoed across each wall, that reverberated throughout the room, that boiled the very blood in my veins.
I was on fire, my skin, my pussy, my very bones were burning with a desire that consumed me from the inside out. I wasn’t sure how I was breathing.
I watched as Rhys’ vision shifted from watching his cock as it hammered into Cassian, to the source of the faint slurping sound I only just recognized had muffled Cassian’s earlier moans. I watched, and found the General and Commander of the Night Court’s armies, greedily sucking the cock of the Court’s Spymaster and Shadowsinger, whose hand gripped Cassian’s long hair in a death grip, his built chest gleaming with sweat as he let his head swing back on a rough moan that I felt directly in my core.
My breathing stuttered, and I had never before wanted something so badly. To be there, in that moment, to watch it unfold in real-time… or better yet, to join.
Sooner than I would have liked, the imagery disappeared from my mind, slipping back down the bond to its owner, leaving me breathless and burning.
Rhys . That single hoarse word down the bond was all I could manage. I wasn’t even sure what I meant by it: if it was a request, a warning, or a reprimand. My mate chuckled down the bond in response.
What is it you want, Feyre darling? The bastard purred in response, although he was clearly more affected by that memory than he tried to pretend.
You. My very soul burned along with the fire that had been ignited between my legs. I don’t think I’d ever been this wet before.
And? Rhys prompted.
Them. I choked out through the bond. Please.
You never need to beg for anything, Feyre. Remember that. Now, if you think you can manage it, why don’t you join us in the birchin? We’re all waiting for you.
I snarled at him across the bond for the tease, accurate though it was, as I managed to stand on shaky legs and moved towards the birchin entrance, all past qualms having vanished along with my ability to speak more than a word at a time.
Coming. I managed down the bond, as I made my way to the door and moved to open it.
Was that a pun, Feyre?
Before I could make a retort, my face already in a grimace in response to my mate’s comment, the door swung open to reveal the wood-panelled steam room. My expression shifted in an instant as my jaw fell, my breath hitched, and any response I might have been about to utter completely eddied from my mind. And it wasn’t the workmanship of the coal-lined benches that drew my reaction, but rather the three males who sat upon them, legs spread, steam billowing about their stone-hewn muscles, and their eyes immoveably on me.
“Feyre,” Cassian’s husky voice sent sparks racing down my spine, “You’re letting the steam out.”
It took me a moment longer than it should have for his words to truly be processed, and when they were I quickly turned and shut the sauna door behind me. I turned slowly to the sound of Rhys tutting me.
“Tsk, tsk, Feyre,” Rhys’ smile was pure sin, “You’re breaking tradition.”
“Tradition?” I breathed out.
“You cannot be clothed in the birchin.” Azriel replied this time, his eyes alight, and his voice the thing of nightmares. I couldn’t help thinking I might enjoy the kind of nightmare he embodied, though.
“You do not want to insult the integrity of tradition, do you, Feyre?” Cassian added.
I swallowed hard.
“Of course not.”
“Then strip.” The command in Rhys’ voice sent more flames roaring and licking at my decency, as my knees threatened to fail me. Instead, however, I stood tall, and followed orders.
As quickly as I could manage without losing my nerve, I yanked off my cotton top, throwing it to the ground as my breasts were bared to the heated air of the shed. I felt, rather than saw, all three males’ gazes zero onto my breasts, my heaving chest, my nipples puckered despite the warmth. I moved to work the laces of my breeches just as timely, my gaze still averted from the men that were sharing the space, from the things I’d only caught glimpses of when I’d first entered. The very impressive things, from what I could tell.
The moment I kicked away my breeches, leaving me only in my lacy panties, I finally looked up once again. My eyes immediately went to my mate’s, and what I found was a sight so heated and sensual I think I got even wetter. I could feel it, that wetness, coating my pussy, the insides of my panties, dripping down my inner thighs. I knew they could all sense it, could all smell it, but I couldn’t help relaying that imagery to Rhys.
I knew he’d received it when he released a growl that shuttered through the shed, the vibrations only intensifying the aching sensation at my core.
“Have you ever-” Rhys began, but his voice was so deeply hoarse it took an effort to finish the sentence, “Have you ever been this wet, Feyre darling?”
“No,” I whispered.
“I wonder why that is,” Cassian piped up, a dark chuckle on his lips. At his voice, I finally shifted my gaze away from Rhysand, to look at the other two men that sat in the birchin. My knees in that moment truly did nearly give out, because while my gaze settled on Cassian and Azriel’s forms first, my eyes ultimately… travelled. My curiosity got the better of me. And I was met with the sight of their monstrous cocks, gloriously at attention. Clearly, I wasn’t the only one affected so intensely by… whatever this is.
“Is it because of them?” Rhys disrupts my thoughts, and I turn to him, noting the slight hint of jealousy in his tone, despite his reassurances.
“No,” I said back, “It’s… it’s all of you. All of you.”
“So you want me? You love me?”
“More than anything, Rhys, you know that. I’m yours.”
Rhys nodded, pleased. His legs were similarly spread wide, and his cock, just as large and impressive while more familiar, had my mouth watering. I needed… I needed something. Anything.
“Do you want them?” Rhys purred, leaning forwards.
“I do.” Az and Cass seemed to shift closer at that, and my breaths became even more shallow, as my thighs clenched in an attempt to find some release, some friction. I was so damn turned on it was bordering on painful.
“How would you feel, if I let my best friends take care of all that lovely wetness between those gorgeous thighs, while I watched? Would you like that, Feyre? Would you like Azriel to eat out that delicious fucking pussy, while you suck down Cassian’s cock in between those pretty lips, while I touch myself wishing I were them?”
I died. That killed me. This couldn’t be real, because I couldn’t fathom how a single person could be as utterly aroused as I was, experiencing those words leave my mate’s mouth, watching his friends, my friends, grow smiles like the devil himself painted them on.
“ Please ,” I managed.
Rhys grinned to match his General and Spymaster, looking to them for a moment to nod, before immediately turning his attention back to me.
Azriel was at my feet in an instant.
“My lady,” He growled, as his scarred hands travelled slowly up my thighs. Too damn slowly.
“Az,” I whimpered, embarrassed at how easy it was for these males to work me up so, “Please.”
His eyes grew darker as a growl left his lips, and he lunged for the junction of my thighs. Just the feel of his hot breath against my clit through the thin lace was nearly enough to undo me. Then I felt his tongue.
Licking my pussy through the lace, my undergarments grew unmentionably wetter, as I fought the urge to borderline grind against his face. Then I felt his teeth nip my clit through the fabric, and my legs finally gave out, my knees turning to jelly. I would have collapsed, had it not been for Cassian, who I only just noticed had moved behind me and now had one strong arm wrapped around me, keeping me up, his large hand resting just below one of my breasts.
“Too much?” He chuckled into my ear, and I could barely form a coherent thought.
“Yes… no… please, just- more. Please. Don’t stop.” I was a whimpering mess, but I honestly couldn’t find it in me to care; not with Cassian’s hand moving up to cup my breast, his thumb rubbing circles over my nipple, and not with Azriel still so damn close to where I need him.
“We wouldn’t dream of it,” Azriel hummed, as he leaned forwards once again. Although rather than resuming his sensual exploration of my panties, he shifted his hands from where they had been on my hips to rip the lace right off my body, throwing it across the shed like the rest of my clothes had been scattered.
Then his mouth claimed me. The feeling of his hot, wet mouth against my pussy drove a scream of both euphoria and surprise to echo throughout the birchin, that scream quickly becoming a series of moans as Azriel ate out my pussy like he was a dying man devouring his last meal.
His tongue licked up my slit, and I quivered against Cassian, who made his presence unforgettable as he moved his hands to cup both of my breasts, tugging and pinching at my nipples. Azriel then began sucking on my clit, and my head fell back against Cassian’s chest, my own heaving in his hands at the onslaught of pleasure. Azriel soon abandoned my clit just as I was about to reach my climax, in favour of burying his face deeper between my thighs to plunge his tongue in and out of my entrance, the movement forcing yet another scream from my mouth.
Then two things happened at the same time. The first was that Cassian leaned down, and began sucking on my neck, licking and biting at my collarbone as he worked my nipples. The other was that one of Azriel’s hands moved from my hip to my pussy, so that as I was being entered repeatedly by his tongue, his thumb began rapidly working my clit. And I came apart with a scream so loud I feared it could have been heard from the other side of the mountain.
But neither of the males before me stopped. I screamed my release until my limbs were shaking, but neither moved to abandon their endeavours, as Azriel continued to feast on me and Cassian continued to suck on my neck with unparalleled fervour while his rough hands worked my breasts and nipples.
“ Gods ,” I choked out in between moans, surprised at how quickly I’d been brought to the edge of release again.
However, right before I was able to reach my second orgasm of the night, Azriel pulled back, a cry of want and fierce disappointment unintentionally leaving my lips.
“Hush, darling,” Rhys murmured from behind Azriel, seated in the same place. However, unlike last I'd set my sights on him, he now had his cock gripped in his fist as he leaned back against the coal-filled basins lining the benches, pre-cum beading at the tip. His eyes were things of pure darkness and heat, reminding me all over again of how much I love and am attracted to my mate, how he makes me feel. How much I long to make him feel the same. Although, judging from what had occurred to have resulted in such a heated look, one might assume I’m doing quite well on that front.
Hands pull at my shoulders from behind, and I'm guided backwards as Rhysand speaks up again.
“It’s Cassian’s turn to join in on the fun now,” Rhys continues, and understanding dawns as I’m placed on the edge of one of the benches lining the walls, my legs pushed wide by Azriel who kneels between them. Cassian, who had guided me to the bench, now kneels next to me, a hand fisting my hair as he grips the nape of my neck and drags my face towards him.
“You’re going to suck my cock now like a good girl, Feyre. Would you like that? My cock between those beautiful lips, your throat gagging around me, as Az makes you see stars with that tongue of his?” Cassian’s rough voice buried itself into my very being as his breath skitted across my cheek, his lips a hair's breadth away from the corner of my mouth.
“I-I want your cock, I want everything you just said, Cass. Gods, I might very well need it more than anything,” I managed, licking my lips. Cassian’s gaze snags there, his eyes burning a fissure into my mouth, as I'm sure his dick will soon, as my mouth parts in arousal.
However, instead of leaning forwards, Cassian begins to pull away. Until Rhys interrupts again.
“Wait.”
Cass and I both turn to him, as he stares back with undeniable hunger and passion, so clearly turned on by our display.
“I-I want to see you kiss,” He grunts out, his strokes slower than they were.
Cassian stares at him, however, instead of immediately obeying. Their eyes speak a thousand words I don’t have access to, as they communicate in their special way. Eventually, Rhys nods at Cassian, akin to a confirmation, which finally prompts Cassian to turn back to me.
“Will you kiss me, Cassian?” I whisper, as his face draws ever nearer.
“If you’ll let me,” He responds huskily.
“Everything I have to offer is yours. All of yours.”
“Feyre…” Cassian groans, and he finally closes the distance between us as our lips meet explosively. Our tongues tangle wildly, as we attempt to breathe each other in, to feel everything the other has to offer. Teeth clash, tongues are flicked, moans consumed, and lips bit as the kiss grows more and more heated. Especially as we both realize there are moans echoing the birchin that don’t belong to either of us.
That’s when I feel Azriel, between my thighs once again, slowly switching between suckling bites and languid open-mouthed kisses as he pursues the bared wetness at the apex of my thighs. I moan louder into Cassian’s mouth at Azriel’s attack on my inner thighs, aching where I was abandoned not long ago. The mixture of pleasure and pain is so wickedly extraordinary and agonizing that I barely remember how to breathe as I continued my wet joining with Cassian.
With surprising synchronicity, the moment I felt Azriel move away from my inner thighs, to hover above my uncovered pussy, blowing onto my clit, Cassian pulled away. As he did so, he rose in his crouch, so his crotch was only just below eye level.
His cock, the tip of it curved towards his defined stomach, smearing pre-cum over his abs, was so large, however, that it was not only above my eyeline, but made me wonder if I could deepthroat him at all or if I would barely make it two thirds of the way before gagging. With the way I was eyeing his cock, I suspect Cassian knew what I was thinking by the way he smirked in response, his hand that was still buried in my hair tugging my head forwards.
Cassian moved his other hand to give his cock a couple quick strokes, causing more pre-cum to spread across the tip and his gorgeous abs, and I was suddenly met with the urge to lick it clean. Given the circumstances, I also realized that if I wanted to, I could.
“Are you ready for my cock, Fey—” Cassian’s words got cut off on a choke and a rough curse when I darted forwards to do just what I’d wanted. Licking the pink head of his glistening tan cock, I moaned at the salty taste, suckling as I swirled my tongue, before licking the pre-cum smeared against his stomach as well, the taste of cum and sweat dancing together entwined in my mouth, and I groaned again in pleasure.
“ Fuck ,” Cassian choked out, and multiple moans echoed throughout the room.
Then I took as much of his cock as I could into my mouth, swallowing him down as I went, humming when I heard the effects of my ministrations leave Cassian’s mouth as I worked him. However, that humming turned to moans of pure pleasure as Azriel finally stopped hovering. Instead of hot air and feather-light kisses, I finally felt his warm mouth part the lips of my pussy once again as he began eating me out like a man possessed. A high-pitched keen was wrenched from me at the sensation, vibrating around Cassian’s cock as I took him deeper into my mouth than I previously believed I could, my nose just barely brushing dark curls as I relaxed my throat and my pleasure spiked.
Cassian cursed again, and the sound only pushed me to take him deeper, my throat opening up as I aimed to bury him down my throat to the hilt, Azriel worshipping my pussy from below helping me to ignore the urge to choke as I felt the tip of him hit the back of my throat. I manage to take Cassian fully, if only for a second before I do, indeed, violently gag around his cock, my eyes tearing at the sensation. Cassian pulls out of my mouth quickly as I regain my composure, Azriel’s mouth working wonders on my recovery, and as I look up at Cassian with longing in my tear-streaked eyes, he grins and pumps back in. Wrapping a hand around the rest of his cock that I can’t reach, I begin sucking enthusiastically as he uses the hand gripping my head to thrust in and out of my mouth, less aggressively than I’d expected, but rough nonetheless. Then, Azriel latches onto my clit, sucking and licking and biting like he’s claiming it, and I scream around Cassian’s cock, the vibrations causing his eyes to roll back in his head.
“Fuck, I’m close,” He grunts, his thrusts into my mouth turning quicker and more shallow. As Azriel continued to abuse my clit with his mouth, in the best possible way, I swallowed around Cassian’s dick, and feel it jerk inside my mouth before his hips began bucking and spurts of warm salty liquid begin to fill my mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck ,” Cassian chants as he cums, his hand shaking in my hair as my mouth takes in the last of his cum, some of it dripping from my mouth. Cassian falls silent as his cock slips from between my lips, and he leans back to slump against the bench, chest heaving and eyes closed.
I feel my orgasm cresting as Azriel continues working my clit in his mouth, however before I can blink, or rather - swallow - my mate is leaning into me from the opposite side from where Cassian was, his cock still bright, slick, and at attention.
“Don’t swallow,” Rhys murmurs, as he begins to lean in closer, and confusion marks my face as I obey him, until his mouth claims mine roughly and realization dawns. Rhysand groans into my mouth, as we kiss deeply with Cassian’s cum mixing between us, mixing with our saliva, dripping down our chins. Just the thought of how dirty this is could have had me coming, so when Az gives my clit a determined suck, I cum so hard I think I black out momentarily, my eyes fluttering shut as Azriel licks me through my aftershocks, and Rhysand continues to ravage my mouth in search of Cassian’s cum.
Eventually, my toes uncurl and my legs stop shaking as consciousness returns to my body. Rhys has moved from my mouth to languidly kiss my collarbone, a trail of Cass’ cum a sticky path down my jaw. Cassian still lays draped across the bench beside me, breathing heavily still but less so than before, his cock still half-hard and glistening with saliva and his own seed.
Azriel is no longer between my thighs, but sitting on the bench across from us, his cock appearing painfully hard as he roughly jerks it in his scarred grip, giving me the chance to truly appreciate the unobscured view. And I stare. And stare. Because as large as Cassian and Rhys are, Azriel’s is truly a thing to be feared, a behemoth rising from the dark hair at his crotch to rest menacingly against his body.
“Think any harder about our dear Azriel’s beautiful cock, darling, and I might start to get jealous,” Rhys teasingly groans as he continues his oral journey of my chest.
“It is beautiful, isn’t it?” Cassian mused, sitting up now and casually watching Azriel jerk himself as I do.
“He is,” I whisper, enthralled, “If not intimidating.”
Az smirks, and jerks his cock harder.
“It’s my job to be intimidating, Feyre,” He says, eyes boring into me like a flame through kindling, “Are you scared?”
“Perhaps,” I breathe.
Azriel’s hand stops abruptly.
“I like it, though,” I amend, relief washing through me as he begins again, “I like the intensity. You scare me, Az, in the best way. Keep doing it. Please.”
“And what is it, exactly, you would like him to be doing as he terrifies you so?” Rhys asks against one of my breasts, his mouth still slowly exploring, his tongue extending to flick a nipple.
“I-”
“Do you want his cock, darling? That giant, beautiful beast inside you?”
I had just had one of the most intense orgasms of my life, and it only took those words to build me back up, just as needy as I had been before I found release, the ache between my legs returning full force.
“The question is, where you want it,” Rhys continues, in between kissing my chest, “Your mouth, like Cassian’s had been? Bringing him to climax down your precious throat? Or perhaps you’d like to give your poor jaw a break. Your pussy, then? Would you be willing to brave his cock tearing through your soaking folds? Or your ass, if you’re braver still?”
I groan as I watch Azriel, his hand slowing as he waits for my answer, my mouth watering imagining every option, his cock in my every hole.
“My pussy,” I decide, and Azriel’s grin becomes undeniably feral, “I want him to fuck my pussy.”
“Then go over there, and sit on his cock, my love.” Rhys nips at my earlobe, having abandoned my chest.
“I’m not— I’m not sure that I can.”
Every male in the room, Azriel especially, seems to entertain a bordering-on maniacal air of pride at that. I manage to roll my eyes as Rhysand moves over me to stand and one of his arms wrap around my back, while the other snakes under my knees. Azriel’s hand gives his cock one final stroke as he watches Rhys carry me over to the bench he occupies, his eyes as I draw nearer growing darker with want. As Rhys stands above Azriel with me in his arms, Azriel reaches up to grasp my hips, lifting me from my mate’s arms, and pulling me to straddle his thighs.
Rhys doesn’t leave, however.
Instead, he leans forwards and brushes my hair to the side so he can continue kissing my neck. Azriel’s hands run up and down my thighs, causing my hips to move minimally against him, my pussy feeling empty as only steam and slight brushes of hair ghost against my core.
“ Az, ” I almost beg, my hips moving of their own accord, trying to find some friction, some pressure, anything .
“So greedy,” Azriel growls, his lips tipping up as he cocks his head, “Such a greedy little bitch.”
Then his hands on my hips shove me forwards roughly, and the wetness pooling in my pussy and covering my thighs soaks Azriel’s cock as he forces my pussy to rub against his girth in a long, hard stroke. A loud moan escapes my throat, one that feels like it came from the depths of my very lifeblood. Rhys chuckles behind me as he continues nipping at the junction of my shoulders, his own cock rubbing against my backside as Az continues to roughly push and pull my hips against his, the wet noises of my pussy lips sliding over his erect cock gloriously filthy, mingling throughout the birchin with my own moans and the males’ growls.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen something as hot as the three of you writhing together,” Cassian says from somewhere to my right, much closer than he had been, having clearly moved to join us, his voice hoarse. With a whimper, I turn from Azriel, whose shoulders I’m gripping like a lifeline, and find Cassian kneeling on the bench besides Azriel, his cock hard once again as he strokes it — watching us under lustfully half-closed eyelids.
“Really?” I manage, as my clit is once again excruciatingly dragged over Azriel’s cock, the friction both too much and nowhere near enough.
“Really.”
“I think I’ve seen something pretty damn close,” I gasp out, as Azriel slows my hips, to lean forwards and take a nipple into his mouth, groaning as he does.
“And what’s that, darling?” Rhys purrs from my neck, as he continues to thrust into my lower back.
“The memory,” I breathe, “The three of you. Together. I’ve never wanted something more than to have been there in real-time. To have seen you all like that, finding pleasure with each other.”
Azriel stops licking my breast, and Cassian stops stroking himself. Both turn to look at my mate, a question in their gaze. I’d assumed they’d known what Rhys had shown me, but evidently, that doesn’t seem to be the case.
Rhys chuckles against me before meeting their stares.
“I showed our sweet High Lady a snippet of a memory, of us.”
A moment of silence follows as I assume Rhys shares the same memory with them. Then, as if the atmosphere of the birchin could grow any more heated, Cassian and Azriel open their eyes only to stare at me with near unbridled lust, searing the skin from my bones, shallowing my breath, making everything else invisible but these men staring at me like I could destroy them and they’d help me gladly. I can feel my wetness dripping against Azriel’s thigh, and I whimper as I realize how much I miss the friction he’d been giving me before. I was just so damn empty .
“Did that,” Cassian’s voice is rougher than I thought possible, “Did that turn you on, sweet thing? To see the three of us together, your mate fucking me, while Az fucked my mouth?”
“God, yes.” I could cry, the pain of having nothing touching my pussy was the worst sort of torture.
“Would you like to see more?” Rhys asked against the bruises he’s no doubt left on my neck.
I whimpered, so turned on words failed me.
Rhys chuckled.
“I’ll take that as a yes, my love, but all in due time. Firstly, I think we should help soothe this ache in your gorgeous cunt, before we make it worse, don’t you think?”
I nod, rapidly and enthusiastically, wanting something, anything, to touch me where I most needed it. My hips started moving forwards of their own accord, the brush of Azriel’s curls against my clit driving a gasp from my mouth.
“Here, sweetheart,” Azriel grins against my breasts, dragging my hips up and lining my entrance with his huge cock, “Let me help with that.”
And then he’s inside me, dragging himself against my walls as I clench and scream around him, the intrusion so painful yet so goddamn perfect. Pulling me down, filling me up with him, I don’t realize how much of him I can really take until his hair is brushing my clit again and Azriel is panting against my chest as I cry out into the cabin.
“ Fuck ,” Azriel curses, his gravelly voice making me clench around him, and he throws his head back, his expression looking pained.
I adjust to him fairly quickly, despite the initial pain, and I can assume my intense arousal helped. Having Azriel inside me was never an experience I expected to have, and one I now believe I will ever be able to forget, to survive without, even if I wanted to. My hands claw at him, wanting more, wanting him closer.
“Give me a minute, love,” Azriel manages, his jaw feathering, “We don’t want this over before it begins, now do we?”
“She does have the most excruciatingly perfect cunt, doesn’t she?” I hear Rhys comment from somewhere within the birchin, his voice drawing my attention to the fact he no longer stands behind me. Panting against Azriel, I turn to find him next to me, standing in front of Cassian instead.
A tortured groan leaves me.
“Do you want a show, Feyre?” Cassian muses from where he sits on the bench next to Az, desire and mischief twining in his gaze.
I nod, my pussy spasming once again, and Azriel grits his teeth, lifting my hips up a couple of inches and dropping me back down again, like he couldn’t help himself. The feel of him sliding inside me causes my eyelids to flicker, my hands running forwards to grip the hair at the base of his neck.
“And what would you like to see, love? We’re at your command.”
I glance from Rhys’ neglected, glistening cock, to Cassian’s smirking mouth.
“I want-” A gasp is ripped from my throat when Azriel lifts and drops me again, “I want to see Cass take you, I want to see him suck down your cock like he did Azriel’s in the memory. I want to see him gag on your cock while Azriel fucks me.”
The words are ripped from my throat, and while I’m sure my face is red I can feel the heat blossoming against my cheeks at the impropriety of my request.
But Cassian’s smile simply widens as Rhys purrs in praise.
“As the lady commands it,” Rhys rises to sit on the bench in the space Cassian just vacated, spreading his legs wide to accommodate Cassian as he kneels between them.
Azriel lifts my hips again, and thrusts into me, harder than the other times, a cry leaving my parted mouth as I watch at the same time as Cassian darts forwards to lick the precum from the head of Rhys’ cock.
A beautiful succession of moans reverberates through the birchin.
Azriel begins to pick up his pace, pounding into me from below, moans leaving my lips unchecked as the feel of him moving within me causes sparks to shoot down my spine and a tightness to wind deep in my gut. A gasp leaves me as Azriel ducks down, once again taking one of my breasts into his mouth, his teeth working and pulling at the nipple as I wrench at his hair, desperate to find release.
With the position his head is in, though, I find I have a perfect view of my mate sprawled against the seat of the benches, so damn close, head thrown back as Cassian deepthroats him. The slapping of skin and the wet sounds of Cassian taking Rhys in his mouth echo in the small space as I feel myself reaching that peak.
“I’m going to cum,” I cry out, my hips writhing against Azriel.
“Gods, me too,” Rhys groans at the same time Azriel leaves my breast to muffle the hoarseness of his voice against my cheek as he says, “Then fucking cum for me, baby.”
Azriel’s hand reaches between us to brutally rub at my clit as he continues hammering his cock into my wet pussy, and a few seconds later I’m screaming my release into the steam as Rhys grunts besides me, his hips jerking as he finishes into Cassian’s waiting mouth. With a jew more pumps, Azriel follows, his thick spurts coating my insides as we lay panting against each other.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, my head resting on Azriel’s shoulder.
“My thoughts exactly,” Rhys mutters as Cassian rises to sit next to him on the bench, his cock painfully stiff again.
“Feyre…” Azriel groans into my neck, nestling into me and sucking at my skin, biting it and bruising it, then licking and kissing it better. As we all recover, Azriel gets more aggressive, finding my collarbone as I moan before trailing up my neck to my jawline.
“Feyre, fuck,” Azriel growls as he pulls away, his eyes piercing mine before flicking down to my parted lips still panting through my pleasure.
And then my breath is stolen by Azriel claiming it, his mouth on mine, sucking, taking, owning it. His tongue forces its way between my lips as he ravages my mouth with his own. As we kiss harshly and passionately, I hear groans coming from where Rhys and Cassian sit, causing me to shift so that Azriel is kissing my jawline again and I can peer at my mate and his best friend.
Both are staring at me like they haven’t seen anything like me, like they could kill to be Azriel, or like they could cum while only watching.
“Can you go another round do you think, darling?” Rhys purrs, hand reaching towards his already stiff again cock.
“I think she has at least one more in her,” Cassian chuckles.
“Oh, she has one more left brothers, and it’s all fucking mine,” Az growls from against the skin of my neck, before pushing me off of him in one smooth motion, twisting me, and bringing me back so I am sitting on his lap with his cock hard and weeping again against my lower back.
“I’m going to fuck you again, Feyre. I’m going to fill your dripping, swollen pussy with my cock until you can’t fucking take it anymore, love. I want the feeling of my cock to forever be ingrained in your memory, the way it feels to be fucking me, the feeling of my name being ripped from your lips as you scream the release I give you.” Azriel’s voice has turned me into a whimpering mess as I grind back against him, wanting everything he says, everything he’ll give me.
“Fuck, Az,” Cassian groans beside me, stroking himself same as Rhy, his eyes heated and hooded as he stares intently at the place where my ass is grinding against Azriel’s cock, “You really have a way with words. I don’t think I even need to fuck Rhys’ tight little hole, just say that again and I’m finished.”
Azriel chuckles, but Cassian’s words register in the lust-addled mist that has become my mind as I look from Cassian to Rhys in surprise.
“Oh, darling,” Rhys tutts, noting my curiosity, “Don’t think we forgot; we promised you a show.”
I watch as Cassian grins like a fiend, climbing behind Rhys on the benches, and spitting on his dick several times before moving closer to Rhys. I don’t catch the glorious moment when Cassian enters my mate, because right at that moment I’m lifted and then dropped onto Azriel’s cock — though I can’t be as mad as I’d like as a moan is ripped from my throat, my eyes dropping shut at the intrusion, the divine abuse to my already sensitive pussy.
Fuck ’s are heard throughout the room as we all become adjusted to our respective penetrations.
“Gods, Cass,” Rhys groans from beside me, and my eyes flutter open to see him white-fisted gripping the back of the bench as Cassian draws out slowly, only to pound back in again. I watch as Rhys’ cock jerks against his taut stomach as he groans the General’s praise.
The sight sends butterflies to my pussy, to which the intensity only grows as Azriel continues to pound into me, our cum and the slapping of our skin painting the room in the most bewitchingly obscene noises, twined with our moans and groans as we seek our pleasures.
“Feyre, fuck,” Cass groans, his hips against Rhysands’ becoming more aggressive as he watches Azriel bounce me on his cock, “You take Az so well baby, look at you. You’ve never looked so sexy, covered in cum, filled to the brim with dick.”
“And you’ve never looked so sexy, Cass-” I’m cut off with a gasp as Azriel shifts his hips, hitting a delicious spot inside of me, “Than when you’re pounding into my mate… or when you were coming down my throat,” I manage between moans that leave me shivering with pleasure, chasing the tightening feeling in my core.
“Feyre, darling, I love it when you talk dirty,” Rhys purrs, his voice hitching every thrust from the muscular Illyrian behind him.
“Rhys, my love,” I respond with a grin that transforms my face, feeling a bit more like my mate than my usual self, “You never look sexier than when you’re pleasuring me. When you kneel before your queen.”
Rhys’ eyes go molten.
“ Fuck , love,” He groans, “That might be difficult at the moment.”
He pauses at that, “Difficult, but not impossible.”
Cassian and Azriel seem to slow their thrusts, as though they’re listening to whatever Rhys is communicating to them. Azriel’s pace returns to normal a moment later, vulgar noises erupting from me, although before Cassian resumes his pace, the pair of them shift — Rhysand kneels on the bench, his head facing me, as Cassian remains behind him.
“I’m already very close to finishing darling, so this will have to do,” Rhysand mumbles, leaning forwards. “I will only kneel for you,” He whispers before continuing his descent.
Confusion marks my brow, until his mouth descends on my clit, holding my hips still as Azriel hammers into my pussy from below.
A scream of pure agony and bliss echoes the birchin as my orgasm crests, and crests, and continues to throb like a never-ending wave as my mate continues to suck on my clit.
Azriel groans, and I realize he must be feeling Rhys’ mouth on him as well. The thought only intensifies my orgasm, my back bowing because of these two men making me see stars. Suddenly, Azriel’s thrusts become sloppy and short, and he drops me to his lap as his cock jerks inside me, his cum painting my insides in thick spurts that drip from my already soaking pussy. Rhys’ mouth only followed us, lapping up everything, licking at my clit, Az’ spent dick still inside me, and our cum, groaning as his throat works, Cassian still hammering into him. I watch with heavy eyes as Cassian does to Rhys what was done to him in the memory I was shown, reaching forwards as he slams his cock into my mate to jerk off his throbbing shaft at the same time. Rhys’ responding groan sends shivers of overintense pleasure racing down my spine.
“Cum for us, Rhys,” I whisper to my mate, and watch as he continues to moan into my pussy, and white, wet, sticky fluid coats the side of my thigh and Cassian’s fist as he cums. Cassian throws his head back, eyes shut, as he finishes inside my mate’s ass as well, breathing heavily as he comes down from that high.
The sight on its own is arousing itself, so when Rhys sucks my clit into his mouth a final time, I find myself cumming again, the pleasure making me lightheaded. Azriel hissing behind me as his dick is gripped in a vice is the last thing I remember before my vision went dark in utter euphoria.
It feels like only a moment later that I drag my eyes back open, but it must have been more as I wake to myself in a heated bath, bubbles surrounding me as well as a light flowery scent.
“For the soreness,” Comes a voice from behind me.
Turning slightly, I find my mate leaning against the doorway, a plate in hand. Behind him I can see Az and Cass at the table, eating and making light conversation, mugs in their hands. It almost feels as though I imagined everything that had happened between us.
“Thanks,” I mutter, and I relax back into the tub, letting the warmth entomb me. While I am still quite sore, the bath does help, the scented salts used also helping to relax me. A shift of my leg, however, still has a twinge of pain streaking upwards towards the most sore part of me of all. So.. definitely didn’t imagine any of that.
Rhys makes his way over to the tub, handing me the plate with a small smile.
“Sorry about that love, you’re bound to be a bit sore either way. Eat up.”
I take the plate with a sigh, and smile up at my mate, popping a piece of fruit into my mouth.
“It’s fine,” I say, still smiling, “I could take it.”
His grin turns feline.
“Yes, you could, couldn’t you.”
“Don’t get any ideas, Rhys,” I laugh lightly at the look on his face, then behind him at the two Illyrians whose full attention I’ve inadvertently snagged, “Any of you. The bath is helping, but my pussy still feels like someone took a battle axe to it. Another round is not an option right now.”
“Then I wouldn’t suggest using such tantalizing words, darling. It leads a male to think such deliciously filthy things.”
“Tantalizing? You mean “pussy”?”
“Feyre…”
“And these… filthy thoughts, you mentioned,” I continue with a slow smile, popping another piece of fruit into my mouth as I sit up, my breasts visible as I lean over the side of the tub facing the doorway, “Would you mind expanding on that?”
“ Fuck , woman. The things you do to a male,” Rhys growls, adjusting himself, and I watch as the other two males through the doorway do the same.
Heat swirls through my body that the warmth of the bath cannot claim and I start to consider if maybe I made my judgement too swift. Perhaps I could go another round.
Suddenly, the doorway is completely filled, and I laugh in delight at their enthusiasm.
Placing the plate on a table next to the bath, a smile lights up my face at the delicious males that have begun to stalk towards the bathtub.
“Well, hello, boys,” I purr, and as I lean back in the bath, I make peace with the fact that it is becoming clear this will be a long night.
A very long night.