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The Devil’s Familiar

Pairing: Eris x Azriel | WC: 1.7k | Content Warnings: forced submission, boot worship, collar and leash, choking, a muzzle, sexual slavery, violence

Summary: A prosperous time for Autumn has blossomed in the wake of Beron’s death. The new High Lord has an exotic pet sitting at the foot of his dais.

Author’s note: happy gift exchange @secret-third-thing!! This is one of my gifts for the @acotargiftexchange (the second one will drop later today, I can’t give you everything all at once hehe)

Read it on AO3 or below the cut

It was a prosperous time for Autumn. The days seemed almost brighter, as if the sun had been afraid the past few centuries to shine too brightly on the land. Trade was rich - merchants flowed in and out of the court, bringing back beautiful fabrics and textiles to sell. Crops grew in abundance, the land providing enough food for the masses for the first time in a millenia.

“Preparations for the meeting of the High Lords are underway, High Lord.” The advisor’s eyes moved quickly, looking down at Eris’s feet before looking back up at his face. His words had stuttered when he looked down, his tone correcting when he caught Eris’s eye once more.

“We are rotating staff schedules to ensure there are plenty on hand but kept out of sight. Groundskeepers are tending to the landscape, ensuring we showcase the best of Autumn.” He shuffled on his feet, nervousness rolling off him in waves. His voice had gone up an octave, a terribly shrill tone that grated on Eris. The High Lord’s face remained blank, giving nothing away to his advisor, who kept rambling to fill the silence.

“We have ensured several maids will be in to clean every inch of the gathering room. They will carefully check every inch of the room, ensuring there are no marks or etchings.”

Movement on the lead caused Eris to tug his hand, not even acknowledging the beast. Green eyes looked down to Eris’s feet, fear etched across the planes of his advisor’s face.

“Do not pay him any attention.” A command from Eris that sent a chill through the advisor.

“Sir-“

“He is my pet, he must learn to behave. Continue as if he’s not here.” A low growl came from the High Lord’s right. An act of defiance Eris was quick to squash - his hand tugged quick and hard on the lead, an inch of space between the collar and ground. He settled the weight of his boot on the lead, keeping his pet in place. He watched his advisor try to ignore the hard breathing between the two, trying to pick up where he had left off.

“Yes, well we will also have some carpenters check the table and chairs, ensuring everything is perfect.”

“Was it not perfect when it arrived?” Eris’s words were short, anger flaring through him. He wasn’t sure what angered him more - the years of training his pet who was acting as if this was all new to him or the advisor accepting uninspected or imperfect goods.

“No, High Lord, forgive me. They just wish to ensure their work has held up.” The advisor’s voice tremored slightly, wavering with what Eris could only assume was fear. The High Lord couldn’t ignore the annoyance bubbling in his gut as he saw the darkness in his peripheral vision, the pools of shadows lazing on the floor beneath him.

“Go - ensure everything is working as it is supposed to. If there are any issues with what these males were paid for, leave them in the dungeons for me to speak to.” The advisor nodded, one last glance at Eris’s feet with what looked like pity before quickly leaving the room.

Eris leaned further back into his seat, spreading his legs in the now empty hall. One boot remained on the lead, the other propping onto the Illyrian’s back. He threw the full weight of his leg onto his back, uncaring as his boot brushed wings. The body beneath him shuddered at the contact.

The remnants of the former Night Court laid under Eris’s foot, his heavy boot inches from the former spymaster’s face. Azriel had been acting up for days, almost a week now. It started small - a wing twitch here, shifting on his knees there. But the past two days he had gotten out of control - his earlier growl had been the last straw.

Ten years was a long time to get to this point. It had been his most challenging conquest yet, a task only those with centuries of breaking in hounds could understand.

Eris knew this for what it was: the shadowsinger’s last stand, unwilling to accept the High Lord of Autumn as his master. It was a last act of defiance, so pitiful Eris wanted to laugh it off. He couldn’t allow himself to do that - he had to be rigorous and strict with his training.

It was how he had gotten Azriel this far, sitting at his feet, nothing more than a dog waiting for a command.

Eris leaned forward, his long hair swaying as it brushed across Azriel’s head. His fingers were almost gentle as they grabbed the back of Azriel’s head before grasping the curls, keeping his head in place. Azriel’s breath created condensation on the boot, his breath hot on the leather.

“Pray tell what that sound was that came from you.”

Azriel remained silent, his dark eyes focused on the brown leather to avoid Eris’s gaze. After a moment of silence, Eris moved his grip from Azriel’s hair to the collar, tilting his head upwards to look into his hazel eyes. Eris had a tight grip on it, pulling the leather against Azriel’s throat. Azriel strained against the collar, desperate for air but Eris kept a strong hold on him.

“You will speak when spoken to.”

Azriel was gasping now, his lungs desperate for air. He could hardly register his own wheezing, the edges of his vision going black as he accepted his fate. He did not struggle - his arms remained steady on his thighs, not breaking his stillness for even a moment.

It would only make things worse.

Before unconsciousness could consume Azriel whole, Eris relinquished his tight grip, the collar slacking around Azriel’s throat. The hall was empty, the shadowsinger’s gasps for air echoing around the room, almost impossible to discern if he was glad for the reprieve or mourning an easy death.

Azriel remained hunched at the bottom of the throne, his hands lying flat against the ground.

Eris sat back in his throne, spreading his legs apart. The toe of his boot reached up, pointing Azriel’s chin to look up at him. Shadows lounged lazily around the pair, hardly stirring from whatever concoction of faebane Eris used to keep Azriel’s powers contained.

“Prove you’re sorry.”

Azriel remained silent, but the former spymaster’s silences had become a form of wordless language Eris had become fluent in. He loudly placed his shoe on the ground in front of Azriel’s bowed body, the smack of his sole echoing through the room.

“Lick it.”

His brows narrowed, one last spark of defiance in the spymaster's eyes. Eris reached for the lead, sparring Azriel into action. He leaned before Eris, planting his hands on the floor around Eris’s boot.

“Kneel lower.”

Azriel felt his throat tighten as he lowered his head, shame moving through his body with unnatural speed. His breath puffed out, creating a fog over the tip of the leather.

“Good pet.”

Painfully, Azriel stretched his tongue out, his breathing hard as he tried to control the icy rage he felt. Shame ran through him as his tongue met the polished boot, looking up at Eris as he did so.

The air grew heavy with the scent of Eris’s arousal - it smelled like sex and smoke, a distinct scent Eris had been training his pet to sniff out for months now.

It hadn’t been easy turning the shadowsinger into the image of submission he now was. As the years went on and Azriel became more trainable, Eris grew a brighter gleam in his eyes.

He was the proud owner of a most ambitious creature.

Eris held Azriel’s gaze, delighting in the war he could see behind the shadowsinger’s eyes. What had once been strong defiance, a cold rage simmering amidst the brown and gold hues, he found what was almost acceptance. Bordering on resignation, even.

Eris smirked down at him, keeping his eye contact for several minutes before finally commanding, “you may stop.”

Eris was quick to reach his hand out, gripping Azriel’s chin in his hands. Faces inches apart, Eris sneered at who he once considered his greatest adversary.

“I gave you too much freedom too quickly, hmm?” Azriel remained silent, that one last spark of rage and fury laid in his gaze.

“I thought we were past this. I am well equipped for the task.” Eris held a look of nonchalance as he winnowed the muzzle into his hand, not reacting to the soft whimper Azriel let out before him.

Azriel had been misbehaving for days - testing his limits once more. Eris knew he would have to resort to the muzzle again, a tactic that sobered Azriel up quite well.

It wasn’t just the muzzle that drove Azriel wild - Eris had been careful this past week. Anytime he felt aroused, he’d rub his cock over the inside of the muzzle, allowing his strong musk to permeate every inch of the item. When he was done, he kept it in a small trunk, ensuring the scent would linger.

He couldn’t help the smirk as he covered Azriel’s mouth and nose with it, watching his pet’s eyes darken at the intoxicating scent of himself.

“Your High Lord,” Eris paused there, something in him stirring watching Azriel’s eyes at the words, “has matters to attend to. To prove yourself again, you’ll stay here. Not moving an inch.”

Azriel moved to a more upright position, closely resembling a dog waiting for its master to return. Eris stood up, the finery of his clothes glinting in the sunlight. His boots clicked through the hall as he moved further and further away, getting closer to the door.

“Heel.” Azriel stayed next to the throne, resembling a broken down gargoyle in the silence of the room. Centuries of training, teaching his body how to be silent and still, all to become nothing more than a piece of furniture.

His shadows lazed around him, practically pooling down the steps up to the throne, avoiding the spot where light cast on the floor. The sun shone through the windows, the light wanting to watch the shadows submit to a new master.

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