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Azriel had always prided his self control. It was his greatest asset to be unreadable and unpredictable to both enemies and loved ones. This was how he was able to protect his circle, and himself.
The less everyone knew about him, the better.
Until the wildfire known as Eris Vanserra came to burn away everything that Azriel was, that is.
All the rules seemed to fly out the window when it came to Eris, leaving Azriel to feel exposed like a raw nerve.
Eris always took notice of that vulnerability behind those cold Shadowsinger eyes; and he always aimed to kill once he sunk his teeth into a person's weakness.
What started as a provocation that had Azriel's hands wrapped around Eris' throat at the summit meeting; ended with Azriel being burned alive from within. He could not control his rage and could not control its turning into an all-consuming, burning lust.
All it would take was a single word or look, and Eris could completely leave Azriel undone. Responsibility be damned.
In fact, Eris had this magical ability to don the brattiest and sexiest smirk on his lips while his golden eyes looked entirely fucked out from his previous orgasms.. Azriel didn't even know how the beautiful fae managed to still look so haughty and smug and thoroughly debauched at the same time (as if he wasn't getting cored like a rag doll by Azriel's enormous length).
That, combined with the maddening way Eris would use his fire powers to heat his too tight channel around Azriel's cock drove the Illyrian to damn near insanity.
Such a deadly combination never failed to send Azriel and his shadows over the edge. Every. Damn. Time.
Even if Azriel tried to cling to his illusion of power- to the belief that he was able to defile this stunning high fae as the lesser Illyrian bastard that he was. To believe that he was somehow the more dominant, cunning one; as he relentlessly pounded into Eris' fuck red, puffy hole. Said hole had been so abused from over usage as Azriel claimed and claimed and claimed, yet feeling like he was in fact losing more and more power each time. That Eris was the real one claiming Azriel's soul in an un-redeemable way. Marking him so deep, he wouldn't know who he was anymore. Were all high fae as intoxicating as this?
His palms squeezed Eris' reddened ass cheeks open as he fucked up into him, holding up the slighter fae in the air as his wings flared out wide. As Eris was bounced and fucked into relentlessly, the redhead let out a naughty laugh, his hair was plastered to his forehead and his golden earring glinted in the light as it followed the motions of his bouncing. Eris reached out a hand to stroke the base of Azriel's right wing and it left the Shadowsinger seeing white.
Azriel roared his release as Eris' perfect channel burned and squeezed around his cock like a vice, milking him like nothing else could. He couldn't stop himself from stumbling back into a tree as his whole body trembled, eyes rolling back, toes curling and muscles clenching and unclenching as his hands gripped the redheaded fae in a too tight grip. He couldn't seem to stop releasing his seed as the feels, smells, sounds and tastes of autumn utterly devoured his senses. Eris' smile widened like a predator.
"My turn" Eris said, with that maddening smirk still plastered, even as cum flowed out of him and onto the forest floor. Azriel's heart thundered in his ears and he knew that he was already fucked as he felt their mating blond snap into place.