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Cupid's Chokehold Bonus Smut Scene 2

Kinktober Day 20: Azriel x Reader [Rimming]

Summary: Azriel loves to watch you pray.

Warnings: Smut, rimming, oral (F receiving), fingering

Word Count: 1,610

Read Cupids Chokehold Here: (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part 7) (Bonus Smut Scene 1)

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Azriel lands in the red sands of the rooftop training ring at the House of Wind, silent as a mouse. His cock strains against his trousers at the sight of you, knelt down and praying to the Mother for your next assignment. He can hear you murmuring softly to yourself but the words don’t register, his gaze is zeroed in on the way your ample ass sticks high in the air, back curved in a way he knows is only to taunt him, with your long, fluffy wings splayed wide in the warm sand. You look ready for the taking.

He shouldn’t bother you, but he had to leave before you’d awoken this morning—riff raff in the Illyrian camps had somehow become his problem instead of Devlins—and he couldn’t ignore Rhysand’s command.

It had been quick work, making an example of those that were out of line, tangling them in a web of shadows as he made his threats clear, glaring harshly into every Illyrians skull, sending the message along to those who had the gall to meet his gaze at all. As simple as the task had been, Azriel doesn’t like leaving you, not so soon after the mating bond has formed. It chafes uncomfortably in his chest.

You gasp as he falls to his knees behind you. You knew he arrived, you could feel it in your soul, thanks to the tethering of your souls. You hadn’t quite mastered withholding your emotions from fluttering through to the other, so when you’d found your mate missing this morning, with a note saying he’d been sent on assignment but would be back before the bed got cold, you’d spent the morning teasing yourself with your fingers down your pants, mirroring those feelings down to him while he worked with a sly smile.

It seems as though you’ll be paying for that right now.

“Don’t stop,” he purrs, hands tracing the curve of your ass. You yelp as he spanks you, a harsh tap that makes the wetness between your thighs grow. Azriel traces up your body with skilled fingers, draping himself over you. His wings smother yours, chilled from the morning altitude and extending nearly four feet wider than your own. Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head, loving how he covers you whole. Azriel’s cock presses tightly to your ass as he buries his mouth into the juncture of your shoulder and neck, nipping at the soft skin there.

“Gods, Azriel,” you moan softly, grinding back against him. He’s a delicious weight against your back and he shudders at your broken noise, bucking into you. He sucks a deep, greedy mark into your skin that has your body trembling, his fingers snaking around your waist to rub against your clothed cunt.

“That’s right,” he hisses, stealing a kiss. You lean into him, and he loves just how desperate you are for him, whimpering as he slowly works his fingers across your cunt. The smell of your arousal coats the air thickly, and every inhale he takes is filled with it, sweet and heady on his tongue. “Keep praying to your Gods.”

You can’t, though, because you’ve forgotten all the words. Azriel has stolen them away with his mouth, his languid tongue tracing yours, demanding them from you.

You cry out as his fingers slide between your soft feathers, calluses brushing against the sensitive skin beneath them. Your body wracks with shudders and you clench your eyes shut tightly, fisting the sand. He’s allowed you to explore his wings, spread bare and wide for your taking. Azriel feels the need now to return the favor, surprised at how silken your skin is beneath the thick plumes of feathers.

There’s a soft kiss at your cheek and then Azriel’s pulling away again, pressing up to admire your ass, still in the air from where you’re crouched. He traces the lines of your trousers, no longer the white you’ve always worn, but a black pair, one he’d had made for you. You still aren’t all that comfortable wearing anything besides white, but his heart skips in his chest. If you’re wearing black, it’s for him, because you miss him dearly, and the color reminds you of him.

“Please,” you gasp weakly. His gentle, wandering touch is too much. You want him draped over you, his weight pressing the air from your lungs as he shoves his hot cock into you with a fervor that shows you he’s missed you as much as you’ve missed him. You want him pressed so tightly to you that you can’t even breathe, wings and limbs and lips tangled with each other, never apart.

Azriel hums, lighting up your skin. His hands snake back to your body, across your hips and dipping under the billowy softness of the shirt you’d stolen from his armoire this morning. His smell had consumed you, body and soul, but to be at such a distance from him was painful. It had been the only remedy that had eased the ache slightly, but now there is a different ache overtaking you as his hands cup your breasts, massaging and pinching and helping you kneel upwards so he can work the buckles of your pants.

You crane your neck over your shoulder, hands in his hair guiding his face down to yours. You devour each other, rough nips as you fight for control, the lust distance has grown tenfold clawing its way up your throat.

His tentative touch is no longer soft. Azriel yanks your pants down over your ass and you yelp as he bends you forward again, his large hand planted at the small of your back, guiding you into a steep bend, your ass full on display for him.

“Azriel,” you whimper, and he shushes you, admiring the view.

“You are the most perfect creature I have ever seen, love,” he’s breathless, and you keen. You can feel his cock twitching where it’s trapped in his leathers, resting against your seam. His free hand grabs hold of your hind firmly, the other sliding down as he spreads you wide. “I am going to completely ravage you.”

The admission has you grinding against him like a pathetic female, but Azriel doesn’t seem to mind. He adores the way your body moves for him, the slick he can see coating your cunt, though his gaze is focused completely on your pucker, fluttering with need.

You gasp and your body bucks forward at the shock of something wet landing right atop your hole. Azriel’s grip slides to your hips and he growls as he pulls you back to him, a warning low in his throat. His fingers find your cunt, fluttering over with a touch so lightly it nearly makes you chew through your lip. You want those thick fingers inside of you now, but before you can say anything he’s skimming higher, right across the wetness where he’d spit on your opening.

“Oh,” your moan is breathy, long and languid as Azriel explores your hole. He doesn’t press in, even if you want him to, just traces you like an artist admiring his muse. “Please,” you manage to struggle out, “More.”

Your mate obeys, allowing his instinct to take over as he swoops down, holding your cheeks apart as he licks a stripe from the bottom of your cunt all the way to your hole, bringing your juices with him. Your body shudders beneath him, wings flattening into the sands in pleasure.

“My greedy love,” Azriel comments, voice reverberating off of your sensitive skin. You whimper, shoving your ass back into his face for more.

The male doesn’t hesitate, licking tantalizing patterns across your pucker, his fingers biting firmly into the soft skin of your ass so hard you know there will be fingertip shaped bruises on your skin tomorrow.

Your body is buzzing with lust and adrenaline. You hadn’t considered this would feel so good, his tongue swirling around your hole, just as skilled with this area of your body as he is with your cunt. The soft strokes are mesmerizing, as are the noises of delight he’s allowing you to hear.

The soft strokes turn pressing as he points his tongue, kneading at your hole. You shout, trying to clench your trembling legs together as he works his tongue into your body. Relax, his voice infiltrates your mind and you do so immediately, the soft demand of his voice guiding your body soft.

More, you plead. I need more.

And more Azriel gives you, fucking his tongue in and out of your ass as he lets you grind back, taking from him what you need. His fingers hook into your soaking cunt, letting you fuck onto both his hand in your cunt and his tongue in your ass.

You can feel the burning cresting, moaning unabashedly in the morning light. If anyone wanted to train up here, they’d be in for quite the show. You don’t have it in you to care, not as the feeling of your oncoming orgasm churns hot in your loins and your mate picks up pace, fucking his fingers into your body and curling them just slightly, hitting the spot inside of you that has your vision edging black, like his shadows are trying to consume you whole.

You burst with a cry that shocks the city still. Clouds suspended in the sky, wildlife gone quiet as your noises echo through the mountains, down the stairs leading into the House of Wind, only blocked from waking any roommates by the manifesting shadows swallowing the sounds whole.

This…this is for Azriel’s ears only.

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