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Eat You Up - Act. II [***]

Summary: there isn’t really much to summarise, he’s just kinda going at it :)

Warnings: breeding kink, dubcon/noncon, degradation, bdsm themes, mean dom!Azriel, dark!Azriel

-Act. I-

-Full To The Brim[***]-

“Think you’re ready now, yeah?” He questions, bumping his nose against your own as he gazes down at you. “Think you’re warmed up enough?” Your brows dip in confusion, making him chuckle, lowly. Carefully, his shadows wind beneath your hips, lifting them entirely from the bed so you can feel him as he presses his hips against yours.

Your eyes roll back a little, eyelids fluttering as you try to think about something beside what’s between your legs. His breath hitches as he watches your reaction to him, pressing his head into the crook of your shoulder, scenting you.

When you lightly buck your hips against him, he releases a soft moan, besides your ear. A shiver runs through you, your nipples peaking as you arch against him, the material grazing the sensitive areas roughly. Your brow furrows, head turning to the side enough to nip his ear, lightly.

Azriel pulls away in favour of peering down at your flushed figure, eyes widening marginally as your hands slowly fist in his shirt, your brows curving upward, “take it off,” you plead breathlessly. Heat shoots straight between his legs at the gesture. “Want my shirt off?” He taunts, though his words are strained. You nod slightly, eyes flitting about the room before returning to his. “Want to take it off for me?”

Already, arousal is stretching her back within you, preparing for round two.

You hazily reach for the hem of his shirt, rolling it up over his stomach, pushing it up his chest as he sits back on his knees to pull his shirt over his head, immediately returning to you once it’s off. His arms land either side of your head, the heat of him so much more overpowering now it’s his bare skin on yours. His mouth latches onto a space beneath your jaw, nipping at the area as heat blooms in the pit of your belly, your own hands reaching hesitantly for him, delicately placing them on his upper arms.

“Azriel…” you whisper softly, barely a breath as your hips lifted from the bed, silently asking for more.

Once again, he pulls back to peer down at your hot and dazed form. A heady groan falls from his mouth as his eyes lick over your body, flicking from your own to between your legs. “You want me?” He asks, voice strained with need, “want me inside you?”

With flushed cheeks, you nod drunkenly, eyes flickering around his own. “Come on, pretty thing, tell me how much you want me, yeah? Then you can have as much as you want,” he moans, watching your reaction, “have your fill.” His gaze traces the roll of your throat as you swallow. His mouth feels dry. He needs to be inside of you.

Burning heat consumes you, lighting from within as you nod dozily. “Please, Azriel. Please, I want more,” you bite the inside of your lip, “I want you…inside of me.”

His mouth fashions itself into a feline grin as he pulls off you, getting off on being able to manipulate you so thoroughly. He moves to stand at the edge of the bed, his hands dropping to the ties of his leathers. You feel yourself tighten around nothing as he slowly works himself free, palming himself through the material. He’s so big.

When he’s completely removed his clothing, you try to keep your tongue in your mouth, wanting to reach forward and just swallow him. Slowly, he moves over you, settling comfortably between your thighs, shifting his hips as he presses against your heat, moans tumbling from both of you as you indulge in one another.

Azriel drags his hips back, pressing against your entrance, “gonna go in,” his hand tenderly brushes your cheek, “you okay?” And despite everything, you lean into his touch, lifting your hips for him and nodding.

You bite your lip as he pushes inside, slowly, moving in an inch at a time, then pulling out, only to press back in further than before, pulling you apart in the most delicate way. By the time you’re full, there’s still more of him to take. His hips still, resting inside of you as he allows you to become accustomed to his size.

“Gonna give you a moment, you’re gonna need a while to get comfortable,” he speaks softly. You exhale heavily, lightly shifting your hips, making him suck in a breath. Through weary eyes, you peer up at him, aware of your own chest rising and falling. You raise your arms in his direction.

Azriel’s heart skips a beat.

Despite being nearly fully inside of you, it’s this small gesture that has his pulse raising unsteadily. He can’t resist. He moves forward, causing him to shift inside of you, powerful arms looping beneath your back, carefully lifting you from the bed to rest on top of him, pressed flush against his chest as you bury your face in his neck.

The angle pushes him deeper, forcing a moan from your lips, releasing it beside his ear and you feel his muscles go taut from the effort of holding back whatever decadent thoughts he wishes to indulge himself in. You try to calm your breathing as you hesitantly settle your thighs on either side of his own, lifting from his lap a few inches, just to relieve some of the pressure.

Azriel’s lips graze along your skin as you rise onto your knees, his mouth between your breasts, kissing softly at the skin below your collar bones. “So pretty,” he breathes, as if he could print the words there. “I wish these were your last moments, if only so that I could know you died with me.” Your breath catches at his words, psychotically romantic.

You tighten around him, thighs trembling enough that you slide back down.

He groans, hands resting at the sweep of your hips, showing their ownership as he gazes up at you. “I love you so much,” he growls, brows arcing upward, as if in pain, “do you have any idea how much I love you?” He nearly sobs the question.

A heavy breath leaves your mouth as your hands slide up his chest, curving beneath his jaw to draw his face to yours. His eyes are alight with hunger and blind adoration, so deep you could swim in them. Before you can think any better, your mouth opens over his own, overlapping as you press your lips to his, wanting to taste and swallow.

His hands drop to your ass as you shift in his lap, pressing tight against him, wanting more of his delightfully hot skin against your own. You pull away from his mouth, fingers moving to thread in his dark locks of hair, “what do you want?” You murmur against his lips, pressing against them once you’ve finished speaking, eyes shutting briefly.

“You,” he breathes, not a moment of hesitation or pause to be found, “Gods, you. Please.” His canines catch on your lower lip as his hands grind you down into his lap, raising his hips to meet your own. Your eyelids flutter at the sheer desperation contained in his voice.

Swallowing, you look down at him, brushing your mouth over his once more, “have me,” you whisper.

His hands lift you lightly from his hips, so you won’t hurt as he pushes you backwards into the mattress. His mouth returns to yours as he pulls out to the tip, then pushes all the way back in, pressing you up the bed. Your own hands cup his jaw, nails lightly scratching the crests of his cheeks as you open your mouth.

Azriel moans softly as he repeats the movement, drawing his hips back, before returning deep inside of you. Your muscles contract slightly with each thrust that sends you bumping up the mattress. His tongue dances over your own, gliding as if he were a bird skimming the water’s surface.

Your own hips buck against his, beginning to loose yourself in the warm rush. “Azriel…” you plead, managing to see enough through the haze to seek out his own hungry gaze that’s watching your mouth intently. Your lips part as you suck in a breath at the sheer intensity of it.

“Azriel…?” You whisper, hesitantly.

His eyes flick up to your own, darkening as a sinister grin lifts the curved edges of his mouth, one hand coming up to grip you jaw harshly. “I want to see you wearing lipstick again,” his thumb swipes over your lower lip, pressing it against your teeth, “and I want that lipstick to end up on my cock.”

Your eyes widen as your breath catches, unable to control how you tighten around him, making him chuckle lowly. “Like the thought of that?” The edges of your mouth tip down as the situation begins to re-emerge in your mind, as if your spine was being rinsed with cool water. The tips of your fingers loose their sharp grip on his jaw, beginning to pull away.

Azriel grins again, though it’s more canines and teeth than an actual smile. He catches one of your wrists in his large palm, holding it with aching reverence as his fingers brush over the pulse point. He brings it to his mouth, pressing his lips to the hot, sensitive skin. You swallow when his canines graze over the thrum of your pulse. “So soft,” he murmur, lips brushing against your inner wrist.

“Mother save me…” Your lower lip is trembling.

“The Mother can’t reach you here,” he speaks tenderly. “The only deity here, is you.”

His hips buck, not as gentle this time, his control beginning to fray as a moan tumbles from your mouth. “You should see yourself right now,” he says, moving his hips in quicker motions, driving further within you. “You look so beautiful.” His shadows curl over your chest, skimming your nipples with a sharper edge than before.

“Stop…” You pant, hardly managing to form the words in your mind in time to string them out. Another wave of panic rises within you. He presses your wrist into the mattress, beside your head, “stop what?” It takes you more moments to create your next set of words, “Stop…stop! Azriel—…No!” They come out louder, feeling how his cock shoves into you deliciously. “…does it hurt?”

You attempt to think about his question but your mind is so contorted in flowing with the pleasure. “…Yes.” His hips buck forward, driving into you hard, pulling out and slamming in. A pleasured moan is dragged from your lips in response, and he chuckles darkly, “liar.”

“You say it hurts?” He asks, grinning, hand releasing your wrist in favour of moving to rest over your throat, ghosting over the tender skin. Your brows dip a fraction, too caught up in the overwhelming self-indulgence. You might have managed to nod, but his hands started trailing down your chest, his thumbs grazing your nipples as he tugs at them lightly before cupping them in his hands.

He laughs a little, “too fucked out to respond?” His hands graze lightly over your stomach, moving to brace your hips as his fingers dig into your flesh.

The male leans over you, pausing just long enough for your conscience to surface, “you think this is painful?” Breath gets stuck in your throat as he grins sadistically, moving away and pulling your hips against his as he slams back in. His shadows build over your clit, oscillating harshly. Your back arches, head tipping into the mattress as your eyes squeeze shut.

The pace is overwhelming, with him pounding into you repeatedly. The brutal grip on your hips only tightens, blending with the velvety coolness of his shadows. You’re nearing an edge you aren’t prepared to reach. Not again. Your fingers bite into the mattress but it’s not right. You grasp for him, nails slicing into his forearms, making him hiss. He twitches inside of you. His shadows flick over your nipples, pinching sharply at the sensitive areas. It does nothing to ward off the peak that he’s raising you to.

“Do it,” you cry out, “do it! Please, do it, do it, do it!” You plead as you loose all sense of yourself. A low chuckle is all you get in reply. The cool silkiness that has been grazing over your chest snakes down your abdomen, building over your clit as stimulation comes crashing through your body.

You lock, pleasure roiling beneath your skin as it pulses throughout your body, thrumming across your chest and down your thighs to your toes as the muscles seize. Your mouth drops open, so much force contained within that you wish a scream would rip from your chest but your lungs refuse.

All you can do is arc your back upward as he continues pounding into your poor cunt, restraint completely shattering as he watches you come undone, pussy fluttering around his cock. He moves his mouth to your neck, canines scratching your skin as he forcefully tilts your head to the side, the movement more animal than fae. His teeth sink into the side of your throat, marking you up.

It’s too much, the continuous pleasure being rewarded to your cunt is sending you reeling into overstimulation. Your mouth drops open as his shadows don’t let up either. None of it does.

Tears spring at the corners of your eyes as he keeps on going, showing no signs of slowing his pace. All you can manage is lifting a shaky arm over his shoulder, fingers gliding over one of the wings that rests at his back. His hips buck sharply at the action, a sound like a whimper coming from the male. “Gods, such a fuckin’ slut for me, huh?”

You hazily repeat the action, tracing your fingers over the membranous flesh that twitch ever so slightly. A broken moan tumbles from his wicked mouth as he begins humping your pussy with sloppy thrusts. He growls beside your ear, pulling away to grip your throat, tearing your hands from his back. “Want me to fuck you full, huh?” He snarls, canines glittering in the limited light. “Want me to spill into you until you’re made of my cum?” He pants as he continues pounding into you, “I’m gonna fuck you so full you won’t even be able to think straight.”

Tears flow from your eyes, unable to take how much sporadic pleasure is ravishing your body. “She’s gonna look so pretty with my cum leaking out of her, isn’t she?” He tugs your face from the mattress, lifting you to his mouth. “Fucking edible.”

“Fuck.” His hips stutter as he pants, wanting so desperately to put his teeth over your lips. “Maybe I should fuck that pretty throat of yours after? Shut her up for all the filthy lies she’s told about not wanting my cock so deep inside of her.” His lips curl, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he comes.

You scream from the pain and pleasure, feeling so, immaculately, full. His hips wind against yours, getting his cum nice and deep. Tucking it inside of you. You can feel the hot, thick, liquid flood you from within, warming your lower abdomen.

Tears fall, wet paths heating your cheeks as he uses you as he likes. “Such a beautiful cunt,” he drawls, pulling back. You bite down a whimper as he pulls out, leaving you feeling empty.

“Don’t worry,” he growls, hand fisting in your hair as you’re tugged unceremoniously upward. You land on your hands and knees, though your arms give out, back curving as your ass sticks in the air. “I’m not gonna stop until you’re pumped full.” Shame heats your cheeks as he yanks you upright, face a hairs breath from his cock.

“Gonna fill that pretty mouth of yours up, too.”

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