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Pairing: Poppy Balfour x Casteel Da’Neer

Words: 5800

Summary: this is pure smut between Poppy and Cas

Warnings: smut, swearing, multiple positions, this is not edited

A/N: this is just some writing from my AO3 for the twitter pals, it’s the first time I’m posting my book writings onto tumblr so I hope yall enjoy

Insufferable.

Casteel Da’Neer was the most insufferable non-human that she had ever met in her life. She didn’t even ask to know him, to meet him, to marry him, to love him. But here he was, sliding his hands up her waist and ribs, squeezing gently to encourage warmth to seep into her clothes.

The horse beneath them was warm, but by the time it registered to her, the biting wind took all semblance of heat away from her, leaving her once more to suffer and shiver. Her body trembling against the man behind her.

“You’re shaking.” Casteel mummers against her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

“No shit.” Poppy snaps, turning her head to glare at him.

Insufferable. She thinks again, looking at the face that was concerned, but oh so beautiful.

A smile flashes across his mouth but fades back into concern as a harsh tremble wrack through her entire body. She was sore. Not only from the four days that she had been on the horse, trapped between Casteel’s thighs, but from the lack of warmth that she was unable to get no matter how many cloaks and layers she bundled herself into.

Stiff. Her muscles were stiff, making her shaking even more painful. Unused muscles clenching around the saddle, tremors vibrating her and Casteel.

“Poppy.” Cas mumbles, his arm tightening around her. “Why didn’t you say you were this cold.”

“It’s not like we have any more cloaks.” She responds quietly, teeth chattering against her words. A whimper rips from her throat as the wind surrounds them with its cold snap.

Casteel curses, pulling on the reins as he wraps his other arm around her torso. The horse falls back, and they land between the small group.

“We’ll stop in the next town for the night.” He announces, voice rumbling through her. “Get rooms at the inn and hot baths.”

A mummer of appreciation ran through them, a new pace set to reach the inn faster than reaching another clearing to sleep on the ground once more. A sigh went through her again, another tremble shaking her.

“We’re almost there Princess.” Cas mutters, kissing the tip of her ear as the hood fell back.

Almost there was another two hours.

She wanted to kill him, kill him for the fact that she was so cold, kill him for being sore, kill him for even making her go on this trip. A trip to another city that she wasn’t even required to go on, a trip that only actually needed Casteel and an entourage for the escort and for the looks. She had hated all three days that they were there, stuck to talk about politics and the ever growing land crisis in Atlantia.

She hated him for making her go with them, hated him when he said that it would make a better impression if he came with his wife. Because what was a Prince without his Princess.

Useless Kieran had added with a chuckle as he watched his friend try to convince her to come.

I don’t see how I really have a choice here. She had said, glaring up from the chaise that she had lounged on with her book.

Good to see you’ve finally caught on. Cas had grinned.

She wanted to cry as Cas swung himself off the horse, handing the reins to a stable hand that had rushed out the moment they pulled up to the inn. He turned to her, holding his hands up to grab her hips to help her off.

As her stiff joints bent to pull her legs off, she let out a small cry of pain. She noticed Cas’ wince without even looking up at him. When her feet were on the ground, she was unsteady, her husband’s body holding her up as she took a step to the front door.

“Oh dear.” A female voice said softly, revealing a small, overtly pregnant woman holding the door open. “Come in, come in please.”

They’re ushered in, and the heat from the fireplace on the back wall hits her like a brick. Poppy closes her eyes, cheeks heating almost immediately. She breaks away from her entourage, trailing closer to the fire and lifting her hands, not bothering to take off the gloves that Kieran had gifted to her.

She can hear Cas speaking to the innkeeper, booking multiple rooms, and asking for dinner to be brought up to all of them when it was ready. The footsteps of the men dispersed up the stairs, the sound of doors opening and then closing once more.

Arms wrapped around her, and her eyes open. Casteel nudging her hood down with his nose before resting his head on her shoulder.

“Go away.” She mumbles, looking at him through damp lashes.

“No.” he responds, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Poppy pulls away from him, sidestepping as he moves to grab her again. “I’m warm enough without you.”

“You’re warm because of me.” He responds, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and leading her to the stairs.

“I was cold because of you.” She snaps back, pulling once again out of his arm and taking the steps up on her own.

“First door.” Cas says as she almost steps past it. His hand grabs the handle, pushing the door open to the toasty room. A fire roared between the two windows that overlooked the street, a kettle hanging in the fireplace.

One large bed pressed against the right side of the room, piles of heavy quilted blankets adorning it. To the left was a dresser with teacups stacked on the top of it, beside it, the door to the bathing room.

Her fingers fumble quickly with the clasp of the cloak that rested on her shoulders. When it was undone, she let it fall to the floor before unhooking the second one and letting it fall onto the other.

“I’ll let you bathe first.” Cas says, taking off his own cloak and hanging it onto a hook beside the door. She turns to glance at him, watching him unbuckle all the leather straps that held his weapons.

“I was planning on it anyways.” She retorts, raising her eyebrow as he undoes the laces holding the top of his shirt together, revealing the tan base of his neck.

His gaze catches hers, a smirk tilting the corners of his mouth. “I can think of a few things that can really warm you up princess.”

She holds his gaze, watching him strip her with his eyes. Her cheeks becoming rosy from the thought of his hands on her, under her clothes. But her gaze darkens and she lifts her lip off of her teeth, baring them slightly.

“I can manage on my own.” She tells him, taking the two steps to the bathing room, her brain playing over and over the argument of not wanting to go on the trip with him. She spins quickly to shut the door, Casteel already striding towards her.

She hears his boot make impact with the door the moment she closed it. The lock quickly falling in place as she hears him curse.

“Poppy.” He warns from the other side of the door.

“Casteel.” She mocks, turning around and pulling her shirt out of her breeches. She tugs it over her head and drops it to the bin beside the door for the laundress to pick up later.

“I’m not playing princess.” He calls to her, and she knows from the influx of his voice that he had been thinking of a long night to warm up before the bath, had probably been thinking of it the moment he said they were coming to the inn.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” She coos, nudging her boots off and letting her pants fall atop them. When her undergarments followed, she leans over to turn on the tap, the water running immediately hot into the bath. “I’ll consider playing after I bathe.”

His groan is loud, but she hears him pushing away from the door, followed by a creak of the bed as he sits down on it. She smiles, raising her arms up and letting a tight stretch flow through her still stiff muscles.

As the bath fills up, she holds the side, stepping in and letting the water flow around her ankles. It was scorching against her skin, and she turns on the cold tap just to even out the temperature.

She lowers her body down, skin screaming at the heat of the water against it. Her skin still red with the cold. As her ass hits the bottom, she leans back against the wall of the tub, hair falling over it and hanging from it on the outside.

Poppy closes her eyes once more, letting the water rise around her.

As it reached to her shoulders, she turned off the taps. The silence filling the room around her. Her breath mingling with the steam that swirled around her.

As the hot water seeped into her bones, her muscles relaxing finally from the ache that had taken over them, she sinks deeper, water hitting her lips.

Her thoughts wander, finally not focused on how cold she was. But rather instead, on how truly aching she was. No longer all over, but between her thighs.

As she adjusts her body, the water laps against her, causing her to have a rapid intake of breath as it hits at her again and again like a tongue begging for her pleasure. A soft sigh echoes through her as she leans back down deeper into the water, hands coming off the edges and splaying over her breasts.

Her nipples were peaked, aching from the hours and hours spent in the cold, rubbing against the rough fabric of her shirt. Now, the feel of her soft fingers trailing over them caused them to harden more.

She pinches them between her fingers, gasping slightly at the contact as she pressed harder on them. The pleasure-pain that radiated through her went right between her legs, and she couldn’t help but roll her hips against the feeling, water lapping at her once more.

“Oh.” She whispers, one hand leaving her nipple to trail down against her stomach, scars rough against her fingertips. She let her fingers dance across her skin, running over her thighs and hips, between her legs and then through her folds, never once letting herself touch her clit. But she could feel the heat, a different heat than the water, surrounding her fingers as she pushed them over her opening.

Her hips rock, and her fingers clamp tighter around her one nipple, the pain easing the need that radiated from her core.

The hand holding her breast raises, releasing her nipple and grabbing a hold of her throat, easing some pressure against the sides. Her eyes fluttering closed as the blood rushes.

She was rocking against her hand, her fingers parted so she didn’t touch her clit. But the pressure against her lips, tips of her fingers running roughly across her opening. Her mouth opens slightly, breath hot as her eyes roll.

“Poppy.” Casteel says from the bedroom, the distance in his voice letting her know that he was still on the bed. “What, in the gods names, are you doing.”

“Nothing.” She says softly, fingers easing off of her throat as she closes the fingers between her legs, pinching her clit between them. She stifles her moan, squeezing her lips shut as she pulls her hand up, fingers sliding over her clit once more.

Casteel doesn’t respond, she wasn’t hiding what she was doing, but she loved the idea of him thinking about what she was doing, guessing where her hands were.

Poppy drags her fingers over her clit again, letting out a breath as she begins to speed up her pace. Water hits her body like waves, her fingers pressing hard as they trace her clit and keep her edging towards a release.

“Penellaphe.” Casteel growls. She could hear the frustration leaking through his words. “I can smell you. I can smell what you’re doing. Get here and let me do it for you.”

With a satisfied grin, she pulls her leg up, foot pressed against the lip of the tub. It opens herself up further, and she lets out another moan.

“No.” she says simply, leaning her head back and letting the pleasure ripple through her as she speeds her hand up over her clit, pressing harder against it as her other hand grabs at her breast.

“Penellaphe.” He groans, his head dropping against the door frame as he listens to her breaths, her moans, the water hitting her skin.

Her hips rise, another moan escaping her as she works her clit, the coil beginning to tighten in her abdomen.

“Oh.” She whispers, arching further up. “Oh. Oh.”

“Poppy.” Cas says, a whine lacing his words.

She lets out a gasping scream, the coil cutting loose and pleasure ripping through her body.

“Fuck.” Cas says, listening to her pleasure herself through the orgasm, moans and whimpers falling from her lips as she keeps running her fingers over, over, over her clit.

Finally, when the pressure was too much to handle, she pulls her hand away, gasping as the pleasure eases itself from her body.

Her eyes close again, and she lets her body calm from the climax.

“Poppy.” Casteel demands, heat filling his words. “Get out here. Now.”

She looks over her shoulder to the locked door, knowing that her husband was wound up, most likely aching for her as he did when he wasn’t inside her for more than a handful of days.

A smile tugs at her lips. “I don’t think I’m quite done yet.”

A snarl tears through the door, causing her to let out a laugh and place her hand back down between the lips, tugging a finger between them, back bowing at the sensitivity.

She pulls her hand away again, placing her hands on the sides of the tub and pulling herself up. Once standing, she bends to pull the drain plug, letting the cooling water rush away. Her feet land on a towel when she steps out. Her body turns, ass pressing against the tub as she leans back, foot up on the lip again as she holds herself open.

Her fingers find her clit again, dancing across it and grabbing the slickness from her opening. She dips her fingers in, moaning at the pressure.

There’s tension as her fingers slide in, pressing in all the places she wanted it most.

She pulls them out, pushing them back in, the heel of her hand pressing roughly against her clit. She works herself easily, having figured her own body out on the days that Cas was away on out-of-city excursions. She knew how to make herself feel good, how to make herself feel almost as god as her husband made her feel.

She was pulling herself closer again, closer and closer. Her hips arching off the tub, foot holding her up as she works herself harder.

But the door hits the wall, splinters hitting the floor as they fall from the broken door.

Her head swivels to the door, eyes half lidded as she stares at her flustered husband. His breaths coming fast and heavy as he stares at her, at how she was fucking herself like he often did.

“Poppy.” He whispers, gaze dark as she plunges her fingers back into herself. A wicked moan leaves her, and whatever spell that was cast upon Cas, breaks.

He strides towards her, knees roughly hitting the floor before her. She stares at him, watching him as he places his hands on her knees, trailing them up her thighs as he watches her hand move within her.

He’d never seen her fuck herself, never watched her cum from her own doings. He knew she did on occasion, when he was gone for too long. But he never could quite picture it in his mind, how beautiful and enticing it was to watch her make herself come undone.

“Let me.” He mutters, grabbing her wrist right as she was about to push back in. She whines as the emptiness hits her, but any thought she has racing through her brain leaves her as he takes her hand, bringing her fingers to his lips.

His mouth was hot around her fingers, tongue dancing over them as he cleaned them for her. His eyes never leaving hers as he slowly pulled her hand away, fingers retracting from his throat.

She was hot, her body on fire as she watched him. There was a smirk on his lips, fangs poking out against his bottom lip. He set her hand down, letting it rest on his shoulder while he leaned in closer, his nose skimming her thigh.

Her breath catches as he moves closer, lips pressing small, wet kisses over little bites he was placing up her thighs.

His nose brushes her clit, and she arches against him. There’s a chuckle that comes from him, basking in her need. Closer, and closer. Until his teeth skim over her clit.

She bows, arching against the sensation.

“Cas.” She snaps, staring down at him and pushing her hand into his hair. She tugs him closer to her, pushing his lips against her clit.

He takes the hint easily and quickly, darting his tongue out to push open her lips and drag it up over her opening and her clit.

He relished in her moan, the tightening of her fingers in his hair, forcing him closer against her. She needed him, whether or not she would admit it. She needed this.

Her head falls back, mouth open as he flattens his tongue against her, moving his head with his motions so he could make her feel as good as fucking possible. He was buried between her thighs, letting them tense around him as he worked his tongue on her.

Her moans were loud, music to his ears. His hand trails up her thigh, squeezing along the way. His fingers were rough as they came between her legs, dragging her open below his tongue.

As her thighs began to quake, he pushes three of his fingers in.

Her screaming moan echoed in his ears, his grin unable to be forced away as he ate her, licking her like it was the last time it would ever happen.

“Cas-.” She gasps, fingers tugging at his hair. “Cas, please.”

“I’m going to cum.” She sobs, grinding herself against his face as his fingers ram into her fast and hard. A quick turn of his wrist and his middle finger was pressing tightly against a spot that had her seeing stars. “Cas, please I’m gonna – please. I’m gonna-.”

A scream falls from her lips, legs wrapping around his shoulders in a tight embrace. She’s arched, back aching as the pleasure strings her up like a bow ready to break.

His tongue and fingers don’t stop, they keep up the brutal pace. Sending her into the realm of overstimulation and pleasured pain. Her screams turn into jagged whimpers, sobs wracking her body as she finally curls around him.

As her body trembles, he slows his pace, letting it drag on before coming to a stop.

It takes her a few minutes of shaky deep breaths before she unfurls herself from around him, placing her legs down and setting her toes on the floor.

Casteel is staring at her, eyes dark and his features tight. He moves faster than she can process what he’s doing, and suddenly, she’s in his arms. Her legs wound tightly around his hips and her arms around his shoulders.

His lips are on hers in seconds, the sweet taste of honeydew coating her tongue as he shoves his own in her mouth.

They’re moving, his hands firmly cupping her ass as he takes her to the bedroom. His movements are bumpy, and she can feel him pressed up against the back of her thigh.

Her lips are still against his, moving and sucking on his bottom lip, holding it between her teeth and biting down lightly. His groan vibrates through her, almost as much as the fall onto the bed.

It creaks beneath their weight, mattress hard against her back. She grunts slightly, feeling him adjust above her, his hand fumbling with the ties of his breeches. She can feel him push them down, unleashing what she wanted most.

The pants were around his thighs as he tries to line up with her entrance, his breaths rasping against her cheek.

There’s a moment, and she wraps her legs around him, using any momentum and surprise against him to turn him onto his back.

His head hits the pillow with a slight bounce, her folds perfectly holding his burning cock between them. His cheeks are rosy, red seeping over his chest from the heat of his desire. His moan is intoxicating. “Poppy.”

She smiles down as him, sliding herself over him, not letting him in despite how badly he wanted it. “Yes, your highness.”

“Now is not the time to play games.” He tells her, she could almost feel him trying to compel her. But the magic of his words wrapped around her like a hug.

“Oh but I think it is.” She coos, leaning down to take his earlobe between her teeth. “Don’t you want to have fun?”

“I want to be inside you.” He grumbles, his hands sliding up her thighs and landing on her ass again. With a quick snap, his hand stung against her ass.

She arches from the pain, but there’s a grin on her face with a look in her eyes that told him he would not be getting what he wanted as quickly as he thought.

Her hips rock, dragging her cunt against him, coating him in her previous climax. His eyes roll back in his head, the feeling almost euphoric. She sits up, bracing her hands on his chest. Her hips rock again, rolling against him. She lets the tip of his cock brush with her entrance, teasing what he wanted.

He grunts beneath her, looking down to watch her tease him. He was going to die this way, he knew he was going to die this way. There was no way he could survive the pleasure rippling through his body, couldn’t survive this almost pleasure that she was giving him.

He was going to cum. He mumbles it to her, watching her move faster and harder along him. “I’m going to cum princess.”

“No you’re not.” She replies, going up on her knees and pulling herself away from him completely.

He curses, hands gripping her hips tightly, fingers digging into her as his orgasm fades from him. “Penellaphe.” He warns, watching her eyes light with mischief.

But she’s already moving. Her skin dragging against his as she moves down his body, looking up at him only when his cock was resting between her breasts.

He was flushed, watching his once pure, innocent wife looking at him like a predator chasing her prey. Her hand reaches his cock, wrapping around it gently, giving it a slight squeeze.

“You’ll cum when I tell you to.” She all but purrs, leaning down to press a kiss to a scar on his hip.

His mind went blank, watching her move a little bit further down. Her mouth was so close to his tip, lips so close to his possibly spontaneous combustion.

His cock was purple, aching and dark against her pink lips. Her eyes never leaving his as she lowers her mouth onto him.

He was wrong. This was how he was going to die. Right here, in his wife’s beautiful mouth.

Her tongue was pressed right under the head, sending shocks up and down his body as she swirled her tongue around him, lowering her head further down and taking more than half of him into her mouth, his tip brushing against the top of her mouth and the back of her throat.

The vein that threaded the underside of him pulsed against her swirling tongue, and she paused on it, putting slight pressure against it as she dragged her mouth off.

Her hand found his sac, massaging it gently with a wicked gleam to her eyes while her mouth returned to its ministrations on his length.

His hips were bucking, pushing himself further into her mouth. His mouth open in silent moans as she wraps her other hand around his base, moving along with her mouth.

His sac tightened, abdomen trembling under the pressure of his once more building orgasm.

“Poppy.” He warns, moving up onto his elbows to watch her.

But she didn’t stop, not until he had fallen back, tangling his hand into her hair and trying to guide her further down on him.

The muscles in his legs tense, breath held in his throat as he let out a brutal moan, his climax right there.

But then she was gone, kneeling between his legs, wiping her mouth of his precum and saliva, the other hand trailing her nails against his locked muscles. He wanted to curse, to bring her onto him and make her ride him.

But instead, as the orgasm faded away, he stood on shaky legs, kicking off his pants. His hands shook as they held onto the pitcher of water beside the bed. He poured two cups, handing her one with a look that promised her that he would ruin her.

Innocence glazed over her features, taking the water with a soft smile, a smile that almost covered her knowing what she was doing to him.

She sips her water watching him.

He dumps his on his head, the droplets clinging to his hair and trailing down his face. “You are a menace.” He tells her, sitting beside her.

She’s hiding her chuckles, a gasp replacing it as he wraps his hand into her hair and pulling her closer to him.

“I will give you what you deserve.” He promises into her hair, kissing the top of her head before pulling his hand from her hair.

His hands reach into her hair, sectioning it quickly. She’s confused for the slightest of moments before he starts to plait her hair, twisting the strands together into a messy braid, as clean as it can be without being brushed.

There’s a tie on his wrist, and he wraps it around the bottom of her plait.

“Ride me.” He commands, fingers trailing and grabbing her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“So demanding.” She says, setting the cup down on the table.

“Please, Poppy.” He corrects himself, the whine showing through the command.

She purrs, her chest warm. She brings her knees up, crawling onto her hands and knees, following the lines of his body as he leans back.

She’s seated above him, her hand gripping his member, angling it to slide into her. “Is this what you want?”

She lowers herself, sliding just his tip into her.

“yes.” He hisses, clawing at her hips, pushing her down.

She holds herself still, despite his urging. “Are you sure?”

“Poppy, please.” Cas curses, pushing her down.

She releases herself, and with his push, she’s fully seated on him.

His cock is hitting her cervix immediately, the curve of it exactly where she needed it. His eyes close, relief flooding his face.

She lifts herself, rolling her hips as she goes back down. So much different than the first time she had done this to him on the forest floor. So much time had passed between then and now, but his reactions to her hadn’t changed.

His one hand stays on her hip, the other trailing down and brushing her clit as she moved against him.

Her eyes roll, the bud still sensitive from her two previous orgasms. But she was determined to have another. She rocks her hips, clenching around him as she moves.

“fuck.” He curses, snapping his hips up to meet hers. There’s a rough skin on skin slapping that fills the room, orchestrated with her soft moans and his frantic gasps. “Poppy.”

She stills again, and he’s ready to lose it. She sits on him, fully seated as his orgasm once again fades from him.

“Poppy, I can’t do this.” He says, body shaking beneath her. “Poppy, fuck princess, please.”

“Not yet.” She whispers, leaning down to him and giving him a kiss full of promise. Her hips begin to move again, her pussy tightening around him almost unbearably. His finger is dancing over her clit, feeling her coil and uncoil as he urges her closer towards her orgasm.

She’s beautiful, a beautiful, murderous, torturous little creature.

She’s bouncing on him, breasts grazing over his chest with every pump. He was thrusting into her, sac slapping against her ass as he pounded into her. His fingers still grazing her clit, her slick coating his upper thighs and hand.

“Oh.” She whispers, squeezing her eyes shut. “Oh, again again again. Cas please again.”

He pulls his hand away, grabbing her hips with both hands tightly. He took over, she was a statue above him, mouth open in a silent scream, her hands holding her breasts as she sat up and leaned back, arching painfully.

She was a vice around him, so tight he couldn’t breathe as she came. She tossed her head back, legs tensed into stones on either side of his waist.

As the breath tore from her, she let out a primal scream, a sob following it as he continued to pound into her, harder and harder. Faster, until she sobbed again. He paused, breath heavy as she collapsed onto him, body shaking dangerously.

She was whimpering into his ear, his hands running up and down her sides gently, down to her thighs to massage the tenseness out of her.

As she loosened around him, he looks at her, pulling her off of him slowly.

He set her beside him, her body still shaking from her still wracking orgasm. He moved quickly, kneeling behind her as he brought her hips up to him, her ass pressing tightly against his upper thighs.

“Tapping out princess?” He teases, reaching around her to graze her clit.

She whimpers, but presses herself back tighter against him, and he knew she wanted more.

God did she want more, her orgasm still making her toes curl and her breath come in gasps. But fuck she wanted more, she wanted it again.

He was sheathed back into her within seconds, her raw pussy clenching around him. He held her hips, rocking her back onto him slowly, getting her used to this position and the ease of her fading orgasm.

But then his hand reached up, wrapping tightly into her braid, the thick strand coiled around his knuckles. He pulled on it, her back arching downwards and letting him hit that perfect spot in her, the spot he knew would have her screaming at least once more time.

He was ready to blow, holding himself back as he began to snap his hips, length pulling all the way out of her before snapping back into her repeatedly. Slow pull out, harsh push back in.

She was a moaning mess beneath him, her breath coming in jagged gasps as he tightens his hold on her braid, guiding her back against him, forcing her to meet his thrusts.

“One more time princess.” He tells her, and he’s sure she didn’t hear him, or couldn’t comprehend his words in her muddled mind.

“One more time.” Cas repeats, getting slightly harder with his thrusts. He angles himself differently, and she lets out a strangled screech.

There it is, there’s a smirk on his lips, sweat gleaming over his skin like a film. He could feel himself beginning to lose control, frowning, he reaches around her again, tugging her up by her hair, bringing her closer to him.

His fingers were on her clit once more, brutal in their pace against it. She was sobbing against him, cursing and blubbering, begging for him to give it to her again, begging him to cum in her. She was a mess, words almost incoherent.

He was hard against her, skin slapping as he sped himself up, pushing himself further into her as his abdomen began to tighten.

Casteel was becoming sloppy, his fingers moving harder and faster against her.

He felt her still, arching away from him as she screams again, her hands reaching to grab onto the headboard with both hands.

But he wasn’t done yet, she could feel that he wasn’t. He was still hard in her, his pace unforgiving as he slammed harder and harder into her, his fingers relentless against her clit.

She was tight around him, making it hard to move within her.

He let go of her plait, gripping her hip again, the other hand still working her, elongating her orgasm in an almost painful way.

She was still holding the headboard, slamming her ass back against him as she screams again, eyes squeezed shut, knuckles white.

It tore through her again, before the last one was completed, she was going through another one. It was brutal, how the pleasure flashed white against her eyelids. He was going harder, hips stuttering every other thrust.

She was still on the peak of her orgasm as his ripped through him.

His grunting moans were loud, fading into yells as he pumped himself dry in her.

“Princess.” He chokes, hands tight on her hip, the other still torturing her clit.

He doesn’t stop, letting himself work her through her high as he softens. She’s still screaming softly, mouth buried against her arm, trying to keep herself quiet.

But finally, she whimpers, shaking against him, pulling herself away from his cock.

“Please.” She sobs, her body wracking with the tremors. She was shaking the bed, her skin coated in sweat and flushed from the orgasm that was still there, still fading away.

He pulls his hand away, leaning forward to kiss her shoulder blade.

She leans back, collapsing against him with gasping breaths, her head tilting so she could kiss his skin, salty against her tongue. He holds her, holding her chin and capturing her lips, letting her sit against his thighs while she finally relaxed.

“Good girl.” He praises, kissing her again. “Don’t play again unless you know you can take it.”

She glares, eyes darkening. “Insufferable.”

“So insufferable when you’re begging for me.” He teases, kissing her one more time before adjusting her so he could lay her down, wrapping her into his arms. He’d clean them up later, when they got their strength back.

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nikethestatue · 2 years

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The smartest decision for SJM would be to make a trio between JurianxvassaxLucien.

One of the things that criticize Sarah the most is the lack of diversity in her stories, the criticism was so much that many of us think that Mor is only bi due to the pressure of the masses, in the same way in ACOWAR "convenientemente" fue introducido Helion (who fucks everything that moves) and Thesan the only gay HL Yes, I know that they had already been named and shown in ACOTAR, but it was only until then that we learned about their sexual/emotional preferences.🤷🏽‍♀️

So it's the smartest way to deal with that criticism by showing a beloved character like Lucien in a polyamorous relationship (plus the woman seems to be obsessed with the idea of threesomes).

So my thought on this is that there is definitely a lot of reluctance from mainstream published authors to go somewhere which is 'controversial'.

Look at the backlash that JLA received over Poppy/Casteel/Kieran hookup. Of course there is a lot of 'it didn't make sense narratively!' complaints--but, apparently, it made sense to the author, and that's where she wanted to take the story, but people were very unhappy about it. What's more, there is always a loud crowd of those who come after authors and say that they didn't write something 'correctly'. As in 'that's not how this ____ group of people behaves!' You can fill in the blank with whatever group is being depicted. They don't do it like this, they don't do it like that.

Readers either have to accept that the author decided to portray a relationship or a person in a certain way, or they will choose to complain regardless. Like, SJM is not gay, she is white, she is (probably) not into BDSM, and neither does she participate in orgies or lives in a poly relationship. So, if she is going to depict anything like that, there will inevitably be a lot of backlash and lots of unhappy people. Because 'that's now how it is' in real life. Well....it's also a book about an imaginary world, and Fae. So it's not really supposed to be 'how it is'. It's the author's vision of how it is, for her characters.

Of course Lucien, precious Fox boy, somehow not getting his HEA and his promised mate bond, would cause a huge backlash (yet again). Even if it would totally make sense that he might end up in a poly relationship in the books.

There is a reason why most of the reverse harem and 'unconventional' relationships books began and are being published by self-published authors. They have more freedom and can explore things that unfortunately, established authors tend to avoid. Den of Vipers, probably one of the most well-known RH books out there, is a self-published book, and regardless of what people might think about it, no established author would dare come up with something like that.

I'll be honest, I think most authors who write 3+ way smut just want to write 3+ way smut, and not deeply explore the intricacies of polyamorous relationships in a Fae society.

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xoxo-dumbslut · 2 years

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Are there other smut books with scary possessive mean men like Casteel and little concent issues sprinkled through out like From Blood and Ash or am I gonna have to read these books till the end of time?

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Review: The War of Two Queens by J.L.A

Another book down in the TBR! I finally feel like I’m getting somewhere here! I will be discussing some plot points in the book, I recommend you not going any further if you are not interested in finding out any spoilers.

One of the biggest setbacks, for sure, is Casteel being away for so many chapters. You know this at the start of the novel before you even begin, but it still sucks. You’re just wishing as the reader for the two to be together again. Although J.L.A does spice it up with some scenes for us and the characters based off of dream walking, it doesn’t satisfy the urge for me when the two characters are physically together. They are an electrifying duo and I hated that they were apart for even a little bit.

Where Casteel was absent for most of the novel, we finally saw wolven Kieran filling his shoes. Poppy and Kieran had a very interesting dynamic for this book. Some would stay it steps over lines, others would not and that’s not the discourse I’m here to talk about. What I am here to discuss and kinda love is that they had time to feel each other out privately and create a bond without Casteel around. I don’t think the characters would have been able to explore their connection if the King were heading to the bedroom with Poppy every five chapters.

The Joining was a little disappointing as I thought there would be more KieranxPoppy action or at least a little more detail on who was doing what but I feel like that will be for later books? If not, give justice to Kieran!!!! I think he could slay if given the chance, please. However, if this turns into some throuple action that happens when they are feeling it sometimes when they have too much wine, I AM ALL ABOUT IT.

The War of Two Queens has lived up to the years-long hype for me and there was a lot of anticipation surrounding the release. I knew going into this novel that I was to expect the unexpected and that the Joining was happening. All over Tik Tok, I tried to avoid the spoilers as much as I could for two years and I was able to avoid most.

The War of Two Queens was interesting and long. I was definitely into the storyline and understood that the story needed to be broken down again for us and at a slower pace compared to her other books in the series. The amount of development in the storyline that was done in this novel was more than all the books combined. I wish this book had more smut, but I understand we needed plot for a little bit– sadly. 300 pages without Casteel was rough but I’m so happy the gang is back and joined together again. 😉

Rating 3.5/5

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lifblogs · 2 years

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Ngl, totally came up with a smut idea for Casteel and Kieran.

#blood and ash #jla #casteel x kieran

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lexxwithbooks · 2 years

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📖: 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝑭𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆 (𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐴𝑠ℎ #2) 🐺⚔️🩸

✍🏽: 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐋. 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭

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emilia3546 · 3 years

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My Queen - Poppy x Casteel x Kieran NSFW

Poppy and Casteel knew that the joining might lead to something more involving Kieran, but months down the line, he's still sharing their bed, and is more than willing to help when Poppy wants to take control a bit more.

Or, 4500 words of smut

*****

Poppy twirled her wrist, the dagger's blade flashing in the candlelight, but Casteel merely grinned at her,

"So violent," he murmured against her neck, the slight scrape of his teeth sending heat flooding through her,

"You know you like it," she teased, and stepped forwards, pushing him back towards the bed, ignoring Kieran's chuckle from behind her when Casteel crashed into the blankets. He was still grinning up at her, those stupid dimples making her heart do flips in her chest as she slid into his lap, placing the dagger aside, and hauled his mouth to hers, tugging on his hair as he lifted her slightly, one arm around her waist, the other holding her head against him. She couldn't breathe through the kiss, the way he was practically devouring her, his tongue slipping into her mouth at the first desperate breath she took, but everything, breathing included, became secondary to him. Casteel nipped gently at her bottom lip, giving Poppy one more breath before she opened fully and his mouth was back on hers, his arm around her waist tightening. She ground against him, losing herself in the feel of his body against hers, the hardness in his lap, the taste of him on her tongue.

She panted when he leaned back onto his elbows, looking up at her with undisguised awe, his lips already slightly swollen, and Poppy couldn't help the rush of satisfaction, she had done that, she had been the one to make him switch from the King their people knew and loved to the man who would give her anything she asked for, who made her scream almost every night, but not tonight. Tonight she was going to make him scream. She moved against him again, sighing and tipping her head to the side when he pushed her robe off her shoulders, and she thanked the gods that she'd already gotten his pants off. She lifted herself off him, letting him slide backwards onto the bed properly, but yelped when he sat up and dragged her towards him, collapsing back onto the bed when she swatted him off,

"Uh-uh, don't try any of that tonight, it's my turn." Casteel grinned again, and raised his hands, his eyes widening when she reached back for the dagger, "Is this okay?"

"Gods yes," he groaned, his hands falling onto her hips when she nudged his head back, the point of the dagger resting just beneath his chin, "Poppy," he groaned, but Poppy didn't move, not even when his hands tightened on her hips,

"Ah, patience, Your majesty," she chuckled, turning the dagger to slightly press the blade against his throat, leaving space for him to talk, but just enough pressure for him to feel it there as she slowly sank down onto his cock, moaning herself as he filled her. She paused once he was fully seated inside her, and glanced down to check he was still okay, "Cas?"

"Fuck," he muttered, "Poppy, move, please," his eyes were pools of molten gold as he gazed up at her,

"What was that?" She crooned, chuckling at the way he groaned at the slow roll of her hips,

"I should never have taught you that," he complained, "C'mon, please," Poppy just raised an eyebrow, "Poppy," she still refused to react, and smirked at the flash of realization in his eyes, "My Queen," he said, his voice already breathless, his chest rising and falling along with his quickly speeding breathing, "My Queen," he repeated, "Please,"

"Please what?" Poppy teased, laughing at the way Casteel's eyes were blown with lust, but savored the chocolate covered strawberry flavor filling the air around them, coming not only from her husband,

"Please move, please," Casteel gasped, but Poppy just laughed,

"I don't know," she brushed his hair out of his face with her free hand, "You look rather pretty like this, what do you think, Kieran?" She turned to lock eyes with the wolven behind her,

"Oh, you've got to really make him beg if you want to get even for last night," Poppy flushed at the memory of both of them moving inside her, Casteel in her mouth, and Kieran fucking into her from behind. Kieran had crossed the room, and he now tipped her chin up, "You looked rather pretty like that, you know, My Queen," Poppy narrowed her eyes at the joking tone,

"Back off, I get to be in charge, that was the deal,"

"True, but not of me, you're in charge of him, not me," she narrowed her eyes, and turned back to Casteel, gripping his hair in her hand, and tugging his head back, trailing the dagger down his chest as she kissed her way along his jaw, and down his neck.

"Poppy," he complained, and groaned in protest when Kieran pulled his hands off Poppy's hips, pulling them up above his head, "Oh, fuck off, that's not fair," Poppy just smirked while Kieran pulled a length of rope out of a bedside drawer, binding Casteel's wrists to the headboard. Poppy finally obliged him, rocking back and forth slowly, the dagger pressed back against his throat, then, looking him straight in the eyes, she lifted off him. She laughed at his little groan of complaint that changed into a moan when she lowered herself back onto him, and then again, and again, "Fuck," he muttered, and Poppy laughed to herself, switching the hand holding the dagger to allow Kieran to pull her robe off, leaving her fully bare. Casteel groaned at the sight of her bare body, her breasts, and tugged against the ropes binding his hands, but Kieran had bound them too well, not giving him any more room than was needed to be safe.

"Give me the dagger," Poppy considered saying no, but she was well aware that tonight could quickly switch from Casteel being the one who was tied up and being denied to her, or both of them. She handed over the dagger.

Kieran chuckled, grinning a Poppy as he held the dagger against Casteel's throat, sitting behind his head, giving himself a perfect view of Poppy,

"What are you waiting for, Poppy? I want him begging for release," Poppy grinned,

"He is pretty when he begs,"

"I'll remind you of that tomorrow," Casteel gasped, his eyes flickering shut when Poppy placed both hands on his chest and began a torturously slow roll of her hips. Casteel was right, for his own sanity, he should never had taught her that, told her how if affected him, especially as he moaned her name, straining to try and reach her. "Poppy, please, gods," she laughed at the incoherent words falling from his lips, glad that, for once, it wasn't her on the brink of fully begging, even if he'd definitely take revenge tomorrow, maybe even as soon as she let him up. "You're a fucking goddess," he groaned, "Just a bit more, please," so close, he was so close, and Poppy lifted herself up, allowing gravity to pull her back down onto him, rolling her hips immediately once he was back inside her,

"Like that?"

"Yes," he gasped, "More, please, please," there it was, that loss of control she so often found, the trust she had in him and Kieran mirrored in Casteel's face as his eyes closed again, a deep moan filling the air.

"Can we let him come?" Poppy panted, a little nervous of giving him permission to do so without asking Kieran first,

"Well that would be bad manners, he should make you come first, shouldn't he?" Poppy nodded, her vision fracturing when Casteel slammed his hips up on an off beat, making her hands slip so that she collapsed onto him, letting out a cry of pleasure when he did it again. She scrambled to get her balance back, meeting Casteel's every move with one of her own, holding his gaze as the pleasant tightness in her muscles, the tightness that was increasing every second,

"Kieran," she managed, "I want-" she didn't finish the thought before he nodded, and that tension released all at once, so powerfully that Poppy wasn't sure if she was screaming Casteel's name, or just screaming, she wasn't even sure that she was the one screaming. Someone murmured something, and Poppy squealed again at the feel of Casteel's release, the sound of his cries of pleasure, repeating her name like a prayer. She managed to catch her breath just to find Casteel panting beneath her, his hair all over the place, and Poppy brushed it out of his face, running her hand along his jaw. He leaned into her touch, and she laughed to herself,

"What?"

"You. You're just, just perfect," she murmured, leaning down to kiss him again, "I love you," he answered with a nip at her bottom lip, making her open again, melting into him, no, she was in charge. She sat up,

"I love you," Casteel said, and she smiled, but still didn't let him sneak back control,

"Oh no, you don't," she nodded at Kieran, who moved from his position leaning against the headboard to pull her off Casteel, settling her so that she was leaning back against him,

"No," Casteel complained, "Poppy, come back here," he tugged on the ropes again, "You ass, Kieran!" Poppy stifled a laugh at the way Kieran grinned, guiding her head back onto his shoulder, one arm around her waist, the other dipping down her body, rubbing circles on her stomach, but never lower, allowing her time to breathe, to recover. She turned her head to kiss his collarbone, and he brushed a thumb across her cheek, ignoring Casteel's desperate groans on the bed,

"You tell me who's better okay, Poppy?" Poppy nodded, not quite realizing what he meant until his hand started to drift down towards her sex, she let her head fall limp on Kieran's shoulder, her eyes closing in bliss. She held on to the arm around her waist as he slipped on finger inside her, then another, curling them both together, moving slowly, too slowly, but didn't speed up when Poppy tugged at his wrist,

"Kieran, please, more," she whimpered,

"Who's better?"

"Currently, Cas," she snapped, "He actually made me climax," Kieran chuckled, and nipped at her ear,

"We'll see," he muttered, and Poppy turned her head to glare at him, but didn't speak again, she knew she would never be able to say anything remotely polite, and she didn't want to give Kieran an excuse to tie her up as well, she quite liked seeing Casteel like this, being the one in control. She liked the glimmer in his eyes now, the same as when she'd asked him if they could switch roles, now that she was comfortable with what she liked, what he liked, she wanted to try something a bit different, and gods was it brilliant. She rocked her hips against Kieran's hand, moaning out his name each time her struck that spot inside her that made her gasp in delight.

"Poppy," Casteel groaned, "Poppy, please," she grinned, and ground harder against Kieran,

"Yeah, Cas, you can wait, it's my turn," he teased, and Poppy laughed,

"What if I want to tie you both up and have my way with you?"

"Then I would say that you're the only woman in Atlantia who could achieve such a thing," Kieran murmured, his voice low, the same as when he spoke to her while she was screaming his name, or when he and Casteel decided to make her squirm in public, knowing full well that she was awful at hiding her arousal. "But I think you'll enjoy what I've got planned, and I can't do it tied up," she nodded,

"Another night then," she managed before Kieran pushed a third finger into her, curling them all at the same time as he pressed down with his thumb on her clit. "Kieran," she gasped,

"Nope," he muttered,

"But," she shuddered, "Please,"

"I said no," she gasped again, trembling with the effort of staying on the edge while her body tried to climax. She squealed, trying to pull away, but Kieran clamped down that arm around her waist, leaving her wriggling in his grasp, but unable to escape the pleasure, the desperate need to climax,

"Cas, please, make him let me," she cried, sobbing when Kieran pulled his fingers out of her and pushed them into her mouth. She coughed, but relaxed her throat, moaning at the taste of herself until he pulled away, his fingers clean.

"You okay?" He murmured, and she nodded,

"You're being mean though," she complained,

"Awwww, too bad," Kieran laughed, nudging her forwards so that she leaned onto her elbows, lifting her ass, and wiggled it when Kieran made no move to touch her. "So desperate, both of you," Kieran lifted Poppy's chin so that she was staring straight at Casteel. She took the moment that he let go to wriggle forwards, holding on to Casteel so that she could at least touch him if Kieran insisted on further denying her. She wrapped a hand around him, pumping him slowly, speeding up when Kieran gripped her hips, "You ready?"

"Yes! Fuck. Me." she snapped, not caring that she wasn't really in charge of Kieran tonight, but he didn't seem to mind, both he and Casteel seemed to like it when she had a bit of an attitude. She panted as he slowly, too slowly pushed into her, leaving her pushing her hips backwards in demand. Kieran laughed, pulling all the way out, but slammed back in one go, and Poppy squealed, redoubling her efforts as she stroked Casteel harder, then let go, leaning onto him as she slipped the head of him into her mouth, humming around him at the twin moans around her. She had Casteel right where she wanted him, gasping out and screaming her name at every move she made, and she had Kieran's self-control slowly shredding, even if she hadn't quite wrestled control from him just yet.

Casteel thrust upwards into her mouth, and Poppy pulled up a bit, drawing in a breath through her nose before forcing her throat to relax as she took him as deep as she could. Kieran was groaning behind her, his thrusts harder now, and he rubbed her back as she bobbed her head up and down Casteel's cock.

"Poppy," Kieran groaned, and she reached back to squeeze his hand, tipping her hips back to allow him deeper, moaning around Casteel when Kieran somehow slammed deeper inside her, shouting out her name as he released into her. Poppy stilled, letting Casteel show her what he needed while Kieran eased her slowly down to the bed, rubbing her shoulders and her back as she pulled her mouth off Casteel, swiping her tongue along the length of him,

"Untie him," she panted, not waiting to see if Kieran obeyed before her attention snapped back to Casteel. She groaned when his hands threaded through her hair, pulling it out of her face, and she nodded as much as she could, moaning loudly when he fucked up into her, and again. She let herself fall still, giving Casteel freedom to find his pleasure the way he needed. She shuddered when he released into her mouth, swallowing around him, and squealed when Kieran appeared behind her again, a light brush against her clit all she needed to push her over the edge again. Casteel lifted her into his arms while she shook with the force of the aftershocks of her climax, kissing her gently,

"Are you done?" He murmured,

"No way in hell," Poppy grinned, and yelped when Casteel flipped her underneath him, sharing a look with Kieran, a look that meant trouble. She was about to lose control, but she didn't mind, not if Casteel wanted to swap back to their usual roles to finish one last time, she liked having control, but she definitely liked trusting him enough to let go of control and follow his lead. She could never get enough of that look on his face, the way he was staring down at her, she closed her eyes moments before his lips met hers, her hands immediately sliding into his hair, tugging him closer, closer, until she really couldn't tell where she ended and he began. She let her head drop back, still gripping Casteel's hair tight as he peppered kisses across her face, a slight scrape of his fangs at her throat dragging out another moan, another plea. He hovered just above her, straining slightly to resist the way she was trying to pull his face back towards her. He dropped to his elbows above her, and Poppy whined in frustration when he refused to move, to give her what she wanted, what she knew he wanted. She furrowed her brows, and made to complain when Casteel pried her hands away from his face, but the words died when he interlaced their fingers, pressing her hands against the bed. She wriggled, lifting her hips in demand, but Casteel just chuckled,

"Patience, My Queen," she huffed at the change of tone from earlier, light and teasing, another switch had been flipped, it was her turn to beg for more. She stopped wriggling, allowing her body to sink into the mattress, slightly lowering her lashes as she tipped her head sideways, gazing up at him, "Fuck, Poppy, you're so gorgeous," he laughed, "So fucking sexy," she flushed at that, no matter how many times he said it, the idea that he found her beautiful, sexy still shocked her. He had absolutely no idea how much it meant when each time he did say it. She scrunched her face up when he flicked her nose, chuckling to himself, but his gaze softened when Poppy opened her eyes again, and she sighed happily, it didn't matter how many times she looked into his eyes, how many times she fell asleep or woke up in his arms, it would always be home, he would always be home.

Casteel pressed his forehead against hers, and she closed her eyes, content with the feel of him against her as he gently nudged her legs back apart with almost heartbreaking softness, as if he was worried he'd break the moment. Poppy opened her eyes, holding Casteel's gaze as he slowly pushed into her, and she murmured his name, again and again,

"I love you," she said once he was fully seated inside her, and he kissed the words away, murmuring them back to her before starting to move. Poppy gasped out his name at each slow, measured thrust, but squeezed his hands, a plea in her eyes as she murmured, "More, Cas please, more," she didn't have to ask twice before he obliged her, kissing along her jaw as he strengthened his thrusts, his hips snapping against hers as she mumbled something unintelligible, drawing twin chuckles from both men, and she locked eyes with Kieran over Casteel's shoulder, suddenly feeling bad for leaving him out, "Cas, what about-" Casteel nipped at her skin and Poppy broke off with a moan,

"Don't worry about him, he'll be getting his fill of pleasure in a moment," Poppy made to question how, but her eyes widened at the bottle of lubricant in Kieran's hand, oh.

"Is he going to fuck you?"

"That's exactly what he's going to do," Casteel chuckled, "You're not the only one who enjoys having two partners at once," Poppy flushed at his words, despite having already had both of them inside her that evening, "Beautiful," Casteel murmured again, but dropped his face into Poppy's neck when Kieran climbed onto the bed behind him, coating his fingers in the lubricant. Poppy watched as he grinned, staring straight at her as he slowly pushed one finger into her husband, earning a low moan from where Casteel's face was still hidden in Poppy's neck.

"Have you done this before?" She panted, struggling for words, but her curiosity got the better of her,

"Oh yes," Kieran moved his hand, doing something that made Casteel whimper and push his hips back, only for Kieran to push him back towards the bed, back into Poppy, and she gasped out at the doubled force of that thrust, "Your husband used to be quite the little whore for me you know, Poppy. Isn't that right, Cas?" Poppy tugged Casteel's head up, and kissed his jaw,

"Are you going to answer?" She teased,

"Yes," he gasped,

"There was a time when he'd be ass up on my bed every night,"

"Only when you ended up on your knees as well," Casteel moaned, trying to sound teasing, but the way he was panting, letting out little moans with each of Kieran's movements, rather ruined the effect. Poppy snapped her hips upwards when Kieran pulled his hand back, rising to his knees and lining up his slicked cock with Casteel's ass. At a subtle motion from Kieran, she fell still, and Kieran gripped Casteel's hips to stop him from moving, making him whimper, actually whimper, in desperation, "Please," he whined, trying to push his hips back, then back down, but Poppy refused to help, and Kieran wouldn't let him move. She tried to pull a hand free, but Casteel tightened his grip, "If I have to wait, so do you," he managed, and she pulled a face, waiting, but he didn't relent,

"Kieran," she complained, "He's not letting me touch him,"

"Probably because he knows that you'll just shove him right to the edge if he does, and he wants to be able to climax at that point," Kieran was right, she wanted to hear him begging her again, but she wasn't that predictable, right? "Oh alright," Kieran murmured after Casteel let out another rather pathetic whimper, slowly pushing into him, before pulling almost all the way out and slamming home in one go, shoving Casteel deeper into Poppy, leaving them both moaning in pleasure. Kieran kept a hold of Casteel's hips, dictating the pace for both of them, just too slow for Poppy to climax, Casteel could climax just from being inside her at this pace, but she needed a little more, and sure enough, Casteel's eyes were drooping closed, that look of pure bliss crossing his face,

"Kieran, please, Cas is gonna come, I want to," she whined, and Kieran just smiled,

"You will, but first he's gotta make come," Casteel screamed both of their names as he spilled himself inside Poppy, trying to pull out, but found himself trapped between the two of them as Kieran thrust back into him. Kieran pinned him still forcing him to stay inside Poppy, forcing him to harden again, and climax again before shoving him particularly hard into Poppy so that she squealed and came with him on the third climax, her head still tipped sideways where he'd nudged it as he'd buried his face in her neck after his first climax had faded. She panted as Kieran groaned, finally pulling out and allowing them both a reprieve. She panted on the bed, still pinned in place with Casteel above her.

"Cas," she muttered, "You okay?" He nodded, blinking his eyes open, his breathing still heavy and fast as he recovered from the force of those final climaxes,

"Gods," he muttered, "I don't think I've ever come that hard," Poppy chuckled, and kissed his brow, reaching out a hand for Kieran when Casteel released her hands to hold her against him as he flopped sideways onto the bed. She snuggled into his chest, smiling when another body pressed into her from behind, arms wrapping around her. Kieran brushed Casteel's hair back, then ran a hand down Poppy's side, resting it on her hip,

"Are you both sure you're feeling okay? Can I get you anything?"

"A bath would be nice," Poppy murmured, "I'll help you in a minute,"

"Not a chance," Kieran laughed, "I'm not the one who just got fucked into oblivion," Poppy still made to sit up, but Casteel held on to her,

"Let him do it, he needs to look after you, us, now. That's how he recovers,"

"But you usually do that for me,"

"I know, but I'm usually in his role, if I've not been the once in charge I need cuddles just like you do," he pulled her fully onto his chest, a hand rubbing down her back as she settled in his arms "But I like cuddles anyway, especially with you," Poppy sighed, resting her cheek against his chest, his heart thundering under her ear, in time with her own. She closed her eyes for a moment, but when she opened them she was in Casteel's arms, halfway across the room to the bathroom where Kieran was dumping a bunch of different bath salts into the steamy water. This bathtub, room really, was incredible, she'd never seen one like it before moving in, it filled most of the room, leaving plenty of space for all three of them to stretch out without touching if they wanted to.

She sighed again when Casteel slowly lowered her into the water, her sore muscles relaxing in the warm water. She leaned back against the side of the bathtub, and waited for Casteel to join her, splashing him as he got in, quickly starting a full-on splash war with both men once Kieran had joined them, ending in a swift defeat once she'd taken one too many facefulls of water,

"I surrender," she gasped, blinking the water out of her eyes, but couldn't resist one last splash, managing to angle it so that she got both Casteel and Kieran in the face. She readied herself to retaliate when Casteel floated across to her, but he made no move to splash her, just slipping behind her, his hands diving into her hair, and she melted under his touch. Still, Poppy remained poised to attack until he grabbed a bottle of shampoo from the side, massaging it through her hair while she groaned at Kieran's touch, starting at her feet, and working his way up, easing the soreness from her muscles with each stroke of his fingers. She groaned when Casteel flipped her round so that she was facing him, giving Kieran access to her back, letting him find a sore spot, and concentrate his efforts until the tension eased.

"Head back," Casteel murmured, and she leaned back into the water, letting Kieran work the shampoo out of her hair before passing her a bar of soap, she could easily just give it back to him, but she wanted to do it herself. She must have fallen asleep again, leaning against one of them because she once she woke up, she was back in the bed, wearing her favorite nightgown, her hair brushed through, snuggled between Casteel and Kieran, she let her eyes fall shut again, "Night, Princess," Casteel murmured, and Poppy snuggled her face into him a little more,

"Nah-nuh," she mumbled, his chuckles still sounding in her ears when she slipped back to sleep.

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A Deeper Form of Hunger

The scene where Casteel goes crazy from blood deprivation from his perspective.

18+ Content: Smut, Non-Consensual

Written March 23, 2021

“Here take him, just spare me!” Shea shoved my weak body towards the Ascended, and in that moment I knew that she wasn’t here to rescue me. It may have started out that way, but first they took Malik because of her, and now I was going to be taken back to that cage, where I would be cut and raped and mocked until the end of my days.

I knew that this woman behind me no longer loved me, maybe never loved me at all. I could feel my heart breaking, which was absolutely ridiculous, because a heart could be squashed, a heart could be torn out, a heart could even be ripped into pieces. But, a heart couldn’t break, not like a bone could. However, looking at Shea behind me, feeling my limbs starting to give out, seeing the Ascended reach for me with bloodthirsty eyes as the woman I loved prepared to run, something in me snapped, and I was pretty damn sure it was my heart.

I heard screams, wild, roaring screams that may have been coming from me. Something feral in me came to life, something that had been present for five decades, but never consumed me in this way. Everything darkened as I leaped for my fiance's throat —

There was movement, jerking me from the dream, and into a brighter, more colorful world. One I did not know. The movement happened again, more sure this time, and I rolled on instinct, pinning the wriggling creature beneath me. I gave a growl of warning. The woman under me yelled something, her eyes wide with surprise. Some deep part of me recognized the word. Some part of me tried to struggle to the front at that sound. I knew this woman. I didn’t care.

My hand moved to her neck, pressing down and causing her to let out a woosh of air. She swung her arm at me, trying to break my hold, but I easily pinned it down by the wrist, holding her down even as she strained against my grip.

I could smell her. I could feel the blood pumping through her veins. I wanted that blood. I wanted to sink my teeth into her neck. I wanted to drink her blood until it filled my veins. I was hungry. No, I was starving. And here was my meal.

The woman said something again, the same word. Less hostile this time, and again that deep part of me tried to push to the front. I shoved it down once again, snarling.

She stilled, and I felt her heartbeat slow beneath my fingers. I still wanted her. I could still smell the blood in her veins, waiting there for me to take, but the feeling was less consuming.

There were more words that I didn’t care to listen to.

I trailed my gaze down her body, and a different scent hit my nose, something I hadn’t noticed before. It was strong, and sweet, and utterly enchanting. It smelled like… honeydew. I inhaled it, letting the scent fill my mind and body until I felt something twitch to life in my pants.

I shifted my hand, removing it from the woman’s neck, and towards the source of that intoxicating smell.

She moved as well, reaching her hand behind her to grab something. I paid no attention, too distracted by the way her robe was parted revealing her beautiful leg, and the crease that pointed right to where I wanted my mouth.

The honeydew smell was growing stronger by the second, and I lowered my head, my chin brushing her stomach. I needed this, I needed her. I needed to taste her until she screamed. I needed to devour her until there was nothing else but honeydew, and this curvy, beautiful, woman, with red hair like fire, and a scent that consumed me.

I lowered my head further, prepared to do just that.

Something cold and sharp pressed against my neck. I ignored it. It pressed in harder.

I couldn’t stop now. I wouldn’t. I needed this. She needed this. The scent was too strong, and something primal in me kept me moving. I moved the robe out of the way to look between the woman’s legs. I growled in appreciation, the scent growing stronger the close I got. My breath ghosted over her thighs, and she seemed to clench, her breathing growing heavier.

She started to say something again. That word I knew was in there, but it was easier to ignore with my face so close to her.

“Or we will find out what happens to an Atlantian when their throat gets cut.”

The sharp thing pressed in closer, and it took everything in me to drag my gaze away from between her thighs.

I stared at her, her eyes wide and a beautiful shade of green that was almost as captivating as her scent.

She said something else, that I wasn’t able to pay attention to. The moment of clear-headedness was gone.

My all-consuming hunger had taken hold of me again. It was a different kind of hunger this time however. Less for her blood, and more for her.

This woman was everything I wanted. Even in my fuzzy state of mind, I knew she wanted this as much as I did. I could still smell her, and each moment that my mouth wasn’t between her legs, devouring her flesh, each moment I couldn’t bury my face in her neck, biting and sucking until her blood flowed into my mouth was torment. Pure torment.

The hunger wasn’t just in my stomach, it was flowing through my body. I felt it in every nerve and bone, every piece of me, wanted her. In more ways than one.

The woman was still looking at me, her gaze wide and searching, as if looking for something that didn’t exist.

I didn’t feel anything except the pain and hunger. I didn’t know anything other than this woman and her scent. I needed her. Badly.

She tugged on her arm, the one that I still had pinned beneath my hand, and I let go, my thoughts more on what was emitting from between her thighs than whether or not she was pinned down.

My head moved almost of its own accord. My chin grazed the crease of her thigh, the scars that I didn’t bother to pay attention to.

There was that blood scent again, though it didn’t overpower the honeydew I was so focused on. I knew a major artery waited just beside my jaw. Just a small tip of the head, and I could have satisfied my hunger right there and then. But, I didn’t. I didn’t sink my fangs into her leg, no matter how much I wanted to. There was something else that demanded my attention right now. Something else that so utterly… utterly intrigued me.

The honeydew scent was going stronger, refilling my senses, after the momentary distraction. The sharpness at my neck trembled, and I growled again, a primal sound that I hadn’t even realized had come from me until seconds later.

I dipped my head, instinct taking over.

The sharpness left my neck, freeing me to lift the woman’s hips, and spread her thighs.

Moments later my mouth was on her, and I forgot all about my hunger.

My tongue sliced between her legs, and I found that this woman tasted just as good as she smelled. Even better. I slid my lips across her folds, devouring her, savoring the sweet taste of her on my tongue.

Each stroke, stoked the fire inside of me even more, and I found myself pressing in harder, spreading her legs further apart to allow for better access. The taste of honeydew invaded my senses, and I knew nothing except for this woman. This woman that I could feast on for the rest of eternity, and never grow tired of her taste and smell and the moans I could hear coming from her mouth.

She tried to move, to thrust her hips against my tongue, but I held her in place, pressing down on her legs to keep her from interrupting my ministrations. Her legs shook, and I felt her hands beside my head, gripping the sheets like a life-line. Some part of me felt almost smug. I could make her feel like this. I could give her pleasure, and make her scream, and only me. This perfect woman.

Her wetness coated my lips and mouth, and I knew that her flavor would be stuck on my tongue for many hours. I didn’t know how I had ever survived without this, how I had gone even a few moments since waking up without devouring this beautiful creature.

I could feel her hips stuttering, and I knew she felt pleasure from this. I knew that she was moments from coming apart, and sure enough, several seconds later, a loud scream when up, filling the room. I continued to lap at her, lightly grazing my teeth across the little bundle of nerves to prolong her pleasure. I never wanted this to stop. I never wanted this feast to end, but I lifted my head, catching sight of this glorious creature. Her hair, even messier, her face pink, her mouth open and chest heaving.

She blinked open her eyes, locking them with mine.

My hunger was sated. At least one part of it.

I parted my lips, moving forward, reading to sink my teeth into her pretty little neck—

There was someone else in the room.

A door had been opened to my right and a gust of wind was flowing through the room, cooling my heated skin. Footsteps, and then an abrupt stop.

I was going to kill them.

They spoke, and I shook with anger.

Swinging my head around I snarled, the noise promising death. Whoever had barged in, had just offered themselves up as dinner.

It was a man. Tawny-skinned with dark hair, that was long and coiled on the top, and trimmed close on the sides. His ice-blue eyes tugged at my memory, but I was too far-gone in my rage at being interrupted to pay much attention to it. The walls were about to run red with blood, whether I knew this man or not.

The woman was still lying beneath me, and I knew that this man would try to take her from me. That would not happen.

“Shit,” the man said, stepping forward, “Cas, my brother, I warned you this would happen.”

That world sounded familiar. Cas. The first part of what the woman said to me.

The woman repeated it

I ignored her, snarling at the man, and baring my fangs. Dead. That was what he was.

There was an exchange between the two. The man and the woman, talking as if they knew each other. I didn’t like it. She was mine.

But, something he said made me pause for a split second.

“...Poppy…”

I recognized that.

“Casteel.”

That… I recognized that too. I didn’t want to recognize either of them.

The woman reached out and placed a hand on my arm. I didn’t think much of it, not until the feelings started.

One moment there was only the hunger and rage, the next an onslaught of love. With each wave, the monster receded just a little bit. Every second I became more me.

Casteel. My name.

Poppy. The woman I was hopelessly in love with.

The man across from me was Kieran. Worried for me. Worried for his best friend.

The monster still held on a little. Still had it’s claws dug into my shoulders.

The woman, what was her name?

“It’s okay Hawke.”

Hawke.

My mother called me that.

The woman used to call me that.

I missed it.

I wished she would call me that more.

My entire body jerked, and it was like I had been set free.

Poppy removed her hand from my arm, sitting back. I looked down to see that the robe was still parted, and I saw the place where her legs met, still completely exposed.

I looked up, embarrassed, scared at what I would see in her face. Scared of what she now thought of me. How could I do that? How could I have let it get like that? This was all my fault. She would never trust me again, and for good reasons.

Poppy’s eyes were wide, her gaze filled with surprise and… and fear. I looked down, unable to stand it any longer.

She was still exposed, in front of both me and Kieran. She was probably uncomfortable. Ok, after what had just happened, she was definitely uncomfortable.

I tugged the two halves of her robe together, covering her upper legs and between them. The taste of honeydew was still on my tongue, still covered my lips.

“Honeydew,” I whispered, unable to stop myself. “I’m sorry.”

I was sorry. Gods I was so sorry.

I walked past Kieran, not strong enough to look at the expression on his face, and did the only thing I knew how to. I ran. As soon as I exited the terrace doors, I broke into a run, past servants, past those I had traveled to Solis with, sparing none of them a passing glance.

I turned a corner, my mind set on finding the nearest bucket of water to clean myself up. Poppy would probably be embarrassed if she knew I was running around with her release all over my mouth. Thankfully, one of the servants was walking up a flight of stairs to my left, carefully carrying a bucket of water and a sponge.

I nodded politely towards her, asking if I could use the water. She bowed leaving me with the bucket and sponge to clean myself up.

I stepped into the nearest empty room, striding towards the bathing chamber with the water. Making quick work of my face, I shaved as well, using the complementary razor left in a shelf by the sink.

I avoided looking in the mirror, knowing that what I would see, was not something I currently wanted to be seeing.

It didn’t take long for me to find my clothes and boots from last night, which had been washed and set out to dry the evening before. The boots had apparently been washed on the inside as well and still slightly damp. I cringed as I pulled them on, ignoring the way they squelched.

I knew breakfast was just starting, and I should probably go eat some real food, but I couldn’t make myself face either Poppy or Kieran, who would probably be there by now.

There was another kind of hunger, one that consumed me like it had this morning. I hadn’t taken any blood in a long time. Not since we were in Masadonia, and Naill had offered me his wrist. I was starving for it, and I knew that if I went to any Atlantian here, they would be more than happy to give me their blood, but the thought disgusted me.

I couldn’t possibly take blood from someone else, when my mind was so utterly focused on Poppy. It was too intimate a gesture to even consider doing it with someone else. But I knew damn well I couldn’t take Poppy’s blood either. I was too close to the edge, and I could hurt her. No, I wouldn’t ask her to do that. I wouldn’t add her blood to the ever growing list of things I’d taken from her.

Instead I headed towards where I knew Alistir waited. I would talk with him, find out how many would be traveling with us to Saion’s Cove, and in how many days we would leave. I would distract my mind from Poppy, and ignore my hunger. Because that was the only thing I could do, if I was going to keep from breaking apart.

My dream from earlier came back to me. I had never told Poppy about Shea, though she knew that I had been in love before. I didn’t want to talk about her, ever. I shoved those thoughts to the back of my mind, and stood up, preparing myself for yet another day.

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