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𝑩𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖

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Azriel x Cassian x Rhysand x

"It hurts," you whimper. Cassian's head pops up from between your legs. His mouth is glistening with your slick and his pupils swallow the vibrant color of his eyes but he looks no less starved then he did an hour ago.
"We can't have that, now can we, darling?" Rhys caresses your face softly, wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb. Warmth floods your body as he washes away the pain, leaving only pleasure in his wake. It's enough that you keen, back arching to meet the hard ridges of his body where he lounges lazily behind you. "But you have to learn your lesson."
"I-I think I learned my lesson three orgasms ago," your huff melts into another whine as Cassian's tongue flicks against your clit.
"And yet." Cassian mumbles, pulling back just far enough to leave a bite to the inside of your thigh, one sharp enough to have you jolting, legs clamping around his head again. "You're still being mouthy."
"i'm not-"
Your words are cut off, dying on a cry of his name as tears well at the edges of your eyes once again, white hot pleasure that brinks on too much as his tongue laps at you again. Before he can repeat the motion, though, the door swings open, and the two males go still on the bed as your third leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his muscular chest.
His hazel eyes are dark with shadows as he drinks in the sight of you, Rhys, and Cassian naked on the High Lord's large bed. He takes in the drying mess that's still on the sheets and the wet spot where Cassian's been making you cum on his tongue for the past hour.
The corner of his mouth lifts in a feral yet delicious tease. "Having all the fun without me?
That's just cruel, I've been working all day, and this is what I come home to?"
"Az.." A sigh of relief slips free, his smirk softening a little as he looks over to you. He pushes off of the doorframe, his thick-soled boots scraping across the floorboards, scuffing on the wood and bouncing around the near silent room.
As he moves closer, that smile becomes a frown, tracking the tear marks on your cheeks. "They're
_"
In an attempt to silence your complaints, Cassian nips at your swollen, oversensitive clit, and your back arches as a broken whine leaves your lips.
Sweet relief follows as Cassian's head is pulled back, Azriel's fingers fisting his locks. Cassian hisses in reply.
Azriel only tuts, yanking Cassian's head further back until the male who's been kneeling on the floor between your legs now stares up at his friend. His chin is still dripping, glistening with your arousal, and Azriel frees his other hand to wipe along his jaw. "So mean to our girl, Cass.
She's shaking, and crying. What have you done to her?"
Rhys brushes the hair from your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to the bruise bitten skin in apology. Your eyes narrow as you shoot him a look. You know exactly what the cheeky High Lord is up to now that Azriel's joined the group.
"Teaching her a lesson." He manages to mumble out, and you prop yourself up on shaky arms, just enough to catch as Azriel slips that slick-coated finger between Cassian's lips. The warlord's lips seal around it immediately, obediently, sucking your cum clean from his skin before Azriel pulls it back.
"I thought it was my job to teach the lessons around here? What did she do?"
When Cassian hesitates, Azriel gives a sharp tug on the locks still clutched in his fist, a soft moan leaving Cassian's lips. "She was taunting us.
Talking about wingspans and-"
"I was joking! It's you who got all righteous and had to defend his sexual prowess!"
Azriel's head snaps up from the male at his feet to you, head tilting a little in concern. "Shh, sweetheart, Il get to you in a minute. Let Cassian explain himself. Go on, Cassian."
"That's... it.?
"That's it?" Azriel repeats, brows raising as he looks away. You can't tear your eyes from the scene before you. The tension is thick in the room, your arms barely able to hold you up to watch but you can't stop. With a heated glance, Azriel's molten gaze scans your flushed body, layered with sweat and your own arousal, before fixing on the raw apex of your thighs. "Looks like you've been putting that snarky mouth to use, Cassian.
Perhaps you need more?"
You stiffen, a whimper on the tip of your tongue with the urge to snap your legs shut, but it isn't you that Cassian is pushed towards. Instead,Azriel lets go of his hair just long enough to undo his own leathers, dropping them to the floor until his chest is stripped bare, tattoos and scars enhanced in the dim lighting of the room.
"You can get me nice and wet, too, Cassian, since you've so kindly gotten our girl all ready for me." Your arms buckle as the thought of Cassian's lips wrapped around Azriel's cock sends a whole new wave of arousal through you. Azriel smirks, sights flicking to you for a moment as he senses your approval. Running a thumb over the kneeling male's lips, Rhysand shuffles closer behind you, his warm chest pressing to your back and legs stretching out to bracket your hips, supporting you as the scene unfolds. The press of his hot cock into your backside is a reminder of how you have yet to take him. "Don't tell me you forgot, Cass? You used to suck my cock so well. I guess you're all ruined now. Perhaps Rhysand will be-"
"No!" Cassian's overly excited burst pulls a dark chuckle from Az, even as Rhys shifts behind you like he'd just love to take up the offer. "Me. It's me. I've missed the feeling of you on my tongue."
"I'm sure you have." Azriel murmurs, nodding to his belt. Cassian's fumbling hands shoot up to begin unfastening it, and as he struggles to yank tight leathers down Azriel's muscle-corded thighs, your vision flashes.
An image, through Rhysand's eyes. He's watching himself in the mirror as Cassian presses him into the bed, fucking into him. Azriel is behind Cassian in the memory, thrusting into him like the night may never end, and it's what spurs Cassian's cock into Rhys over and over again.
Another memory appears, and Cassian's head hangs backwards off the bed for Rhys to fuck his mouth, as Azriel goes down on him. You can almost visualize the sounds that must've been filtering through the room at the time, the wet cavern of Cassian's throat as Azriel presses in, Rhys' slurping at the warlord's cock, the moans ringing like battle cries throughout their shared room.
More, one of Rhys squirming under scarred fingers, and another of Cassian crying out their names, shadows around wrists and headboards, dark hair and golden sweat-soaked skin and calloused hands grabbing at thick muscles.
It's enough that when your vision clears, just in time to watch Cassian lick his way up Ariel's cock to the tip, there's new slick dripping down your thighs. As Cassian's mouth closes over Azriel, the shadowsinger's head tips back with a satisfied moan, Rhys' fingertips skate up your thighs once again. One finger dips into you, slow and steady, and your head rolls back onto Rhys shoulder, eyes still fixed on the pair at the end of the bed.
"Don't let her cum, Rhys." Your whine is weak, desperate from Azriel's own brand of torture to edge you, but his head shakes in response, hand sealing around Cassian's head to hold him still as he thrusts deeply, all the way until Cassian's nose meets his pubic bone, done with games. "Just keep her ready for me. The next time she comes is on my cock. If she cums, you don't."
Rhys' bucks against your back with a groan as Azriel's searing gaze moves to him, firm and commanding. You know exactly what it feels like to be on the receiving end of that very look. Between Rhys' fingers teasing you, Azriel's soothing words, and the sight of tears beginning to form in Cassian's eyes as he stares adoringly up at Azriel, you're hurtling close to the brink.
At the ragged moan of Cassian's name on Azriel's lips, you hit your peak.

But, the pleasure never comes. Cold, sharp talons, careful not to pinch, wrap around your hazy mind, holding you there perfectly, as soft kisses are pressed to your shoulder. You have no doubt that it isn't a kind gesture, though. This isn't for you, to help you obey, this is for him. Rhysand wouldn't dare disobey Azriel if it meant his own climax is on the line, you can tell that just from his obedient replies, and that means you are in it together.

Teetering right on the edge, black spots flashing in your vision as you pant his name on a whisper, nails scraping harshly up his legs. You never slip past the crash, living in the endless circle of an orgasm that doesn't quite crest. Curling his fingers, Rhys chuckles into your skin as he presses a spot that makes your hips buck wildly, cunt clenching and fingers fisting in the sheets so hard it hurts. His cock smears across your back, precum leaving a sticky mark between your bodies that feels so dirty your head spins.
Appealing to Rhys will do you nothing, and Cassian has already made his stance for the evening quite clear, but there's always one person who gives you what you want, what you crave. "Azzy..."
At the sound of his name, his focus returns to you fully. He pulls Cassian from his cock with a pop and lets him hunch over on himself a little to take deep breaths, already mourning the feeling of his throat being used, no doubt. "Are you ready for me, sweetheart?"
"She's ready." Rhys promises, pulling his fingers from you and holding them up to show the proof. It's so obscene your cheeks flush with even more heat, and Azriel smirks, crawling up the bed towards you both.
"Good boy, Rhys," He takes Rhysand's fingers into his mouth and the High Lord lets out a pathetic sound at the praise as he sinks his fingers further into Azriel's mouth, grinding his hips subconsciously in need. Lining himself up, Azriel curses softly as he slides into you, and the moment Rhys pulls his grip on your mind away, you explode.
"That didn't take long," Cassian snickers, pumping his own cock as he rounds the bed to stand and watch, Rhys huffing needily as he lies flattened beneath you both, getting everything and nothing all at once.
"I know." Despite his breathlessness, there's a smugness to Rhys' tone, like he's done it all on purpose, hoping that if you finish soon, Azriel might move onto him. It's a good plan, in theory, if it isn't for the way Azriel leaves loving kisses along your jaw, hips rocking slowly as he works.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm all yours. They don't get to cum until you decide it. It's your turn to punish them, and I'm just here to help."