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You-He...What?? (Gwynriel)

Overview: Emerie was wrong to believe it was Cassian and Nesta making all that noise the previous evening.
Rated: E
Words: 1151

"Nesta!" Emerie hissed, walking towards her with an annoyed hint to her steps.

Nesta whirled around, surprised at the tone her sister was using. Her brows scrunched just slightly before questioning, "Oh Emerie, I was just going to tell—"

"Never, ever, invite me to spend the night in the house—you told me it would be quiet!"

"Yeah, it was, because—"

"It was most definitely not quiet. I could hear you and Cassian rutting each other's brains out all night, not to mention the incessant screaming, whining, and banging of the headboard!"

"What? I—"

"Don't even start—I'm extremely disturbed and would've much preferred to sleep without the constant moaning of you two. By the Cauldron, the amount of begging and pleading I heard was unholy, and you told me it would be free and quiet and—"

"Me and Cassian weren't there." Nesta interrupted her friend, extremely confused.

Emerie took a step back, "What?"

"Rhysand and Feyre had some court business we were needed for, so we spent the night..."

"Then why in the Mother's Word did I hear two people rutting at midnight? Probably scarring my eardrums for life, by the way."

"I—I don't know. The only other two people who reside there are Gwyn and...Azriel—"

Emerie's face dropped, side eyeing Nesta."Oh my fucking Cauldron."

"You don't think..."

"Oh I definitely think." Emerie smiled devilishly at her own words.

"I knew it. You can see it from the way they look at each other! He stares at her like she's the most wonderful thing to ever grace this world."

Nesta smiled slightly in agreement before snickering, "It took them awhile, but they eventually came to their senses and—"

"Nesta, Emerie!" Gwyn's cheerful voice chirped from behind them.

Both girls turned to look at her, small smirks appearing on their faces. Gwyn.

"Hello Gwyn. How was your...evening last night? Do anything fun?"

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Gwyn shied away from their gazes, looking down to fix her leathers as she spoke. "Oh just the usual, lessons with Azriel and reading. Oh I started that new book you recommended and—"

"So you didn't have sex with Azriel?"

Gwyn looked back at Nesta and Emerie, stunned, a rosy blush blooming on her cheeks. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. The two girls just smirked at her knowingly.

By the Cauldron—she did have sex with Azriel...and it was really, really good. Her knees nearly buckled as she remembered what he did to her.

"Aw, priestess, am I doing something wrong?" He chuckled in a teasing tone with his fingers inside her, pausing his movements as she grasped his shoulder and whimpered in wanton.

She sat on the edge of a desk, Azriel was standing pressed up against her—the heat of their bodies radiated throughout the room...mixed with the scent of their arousals. His hand was lodged in between them, previously moving inside her core.

"Is there something else you want?" He whispered against her ear, dragging his tongue against her lobe.

She struggled to speak, the words stuck in her throat. Instead, she tried to move against his hand—warmth, again, blooming in her core—before he stopped her and pinned her against the edge of the desk. She whimpered, head lolling to the side slightly as his fingers slipped out of her.

Before she could stop herself, she said, "No—no don't stop with th—that."

She could feel Azriel's male pride, his quiet victory, his snarky smirk against her skin. "Whatever you say, priestess."

He moved his thumb back to her clit and slid three fingers inside her slick entrance. Gwyneth let out a soft moan, her head hitting the wall as he pumped them in and out of her. The sensation of his scarred skin pushing against her flesh, rubbing that perfect spot inside her—it threatened to ruin her, to completely destroy her.

Her thighs jerked as he quickened his movements, her—

"I don't know what you are talking about."

Emerie clapped her on the shoulder, forcing Gwyn to look her straight in the eye. Gwyn wished the heat in her cheeks would disappear.

"So then any begging or moaning I heard last night was my imagination? Not you and Azriel, of course."

Gwyn's mind raced with memories of the previous night, of Azriel and his words, his way with words and his way with his cock and his fingers and everything—

"All you have to do is ask politely, priestess."

His body rested on top of hers, the sensation of being skin to skin with him...

"By the—" Gwyn gripped the sheets tighter, whimpering, as Azriel ground his pelvis onto her sex. "Please, God—please—Oh!"

She moaned, clawing at his back as he slid into her, "Please—Azriel—Please."

She could sense the change in his scent as his grip on her tightened, sliding all the way in, his cock hitting her in all the right places. She struggled to breathe as her back arched slightly, her breasts pressing against his chest.

In the midst of everything, Gwyn still had some sense, enough to make out the words, "I—I like this position."

She admitted only her innermost thoughts to him, he was privy to them all. He continued to move in her and she bit her lip as an effort to keep her moans trapped inside her—not that it worked.

"Oh yeah?" His rough voice graced her ears. "I can make love to you like this as much as you want—every day if you so please."

Gwyn nodded viciously, her legs involuntarily spreading farther as his cock hit her spot every time. Her thighs quivered as Azriel moved to connect their lips. Gwyn's hands slid to cup his face as they moved their lips in turn while Azriel made love to her. It was—intimate...more than she had ever been with any man. It wasn't that animalistic fucking...no, it was love making. It was that pure, intimate act of two lovers.

And with Azriel it was—

"Must've been hearing things with all those smutty things you have been reading. Maybe consider reading a history book to cleanse your mind." Gwyn snapped back.

The smirk never left Emerie's face, even as Nesta raised an eyebrow at her. "You must be right, Gwyn. I definitely did not hear you two up until past midnight—"

"Nope. Of course not." Gwyn interrupted.

"Well, Gwyn, if you ever need any advice in that area, not because of Azriel, of course, feel free to ask us," Nesta drawled in a knowing tone.

Gwyn bit the inside of her lip, hard enough to bruise, as she just nodded. It would be awhile before she would share the details with her two sisters—no, this was her little secret.

As i promised, some Gwynriel!! My babies i love themmm. I hope you enjoyed, kinda smutty just because why nottt. But yeah vote and comment and whatnot :)

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