Throne of Glass One Shots

Feel the Noize

Asterin settled down on Lysandra's lap. "I don't think that this is what was intended."

The witch laughed softly. "Girls rock your Boys, was the official war cry."

That night Manon had come to a huge victory having finally beaten Aelin at chess. It shouldn't have been this big of a deal but it was and we were all very proud of the wing leader. Even if Aelin had thrown a hissy fit.

"I'm on the opposing team." Lysandra's voice was as weak as her arguments as she was overly focused on how Asterin's body felt atop her own.

Asterin's voice was barely a breath. "Even better."

"Neither of us are boys."

Iron teeth grazed Lysandra's neck and as a result she moaned loudly.

"I think we'll manage." She muttered into the courtesan.

It's not that Lysandra didn't want this but it should have been impossible. Asterin was second in command, granted that was very similar to Lysandra's position in Aelin's court, that's exactly why this shouldn't work. She tried to make sense of how they got to where they were but the moans that escaped her own throat were too much to ignore and she was brought back to the fact that it didn't matter how they got there but only that iron teen now tugged at her bottom lip.

Asterin was well aware of the fact that they weren't suppose to be here.

Even as iron claws tore open her dress in swift, clean gesture. She knew very well at any moment a member of Aelin's court, or ever her own 13 if they deign to wonder where she was, could stumble into this room of the palace. She doubted they would. There were all having their own fun and being wild with their partners and friends or drinking. They were all partying somewhere, somehow just as they were.

Lucky for Lysandra, wild was what Asterin did best.

She was careful with her, slow and precise movements moving as such a pace for a minute she thought it might be too slow but then her partner would make a sound of delight encouraging her on.

It had been so long since being like this someone, she was glad it was Lysandra now. They flirted and shared things like kissed and whispers often whenever they met but this was so much more.

It didn't take long for Asterin to go from slow and precise to the ravenous beast she knew her to be. Lysandra knew sex, was educated in it, it was like second nature to her but this was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

It was reflex to her when she lifted the shirt of Asterin's head, the witch moving with her, shirt being cast off to gods knew where in her messy room.

She moved her hands instinctively down her body, seeing her with feel instead of sight. Her hands stopped inquisitively when they ran over bandage wrapped around her waist and hips.

Asterin's hands lifted to push Lys' lingering fingers pasts the lip of the bandaging, a clear indication for her to keep going and ignore it.

Iron teeth slid onto Lysandra's breast where her tongue swirled and Lysandra was delighted. "What is it?"

The witches head snapped up. "Just leave it."

"If you haven't noticed I am laying on my bed, completely at your disposal and I only just got your shirt off, I know its not some sort of cut."

"Drop it, Lys. My secrets are burned on my flesh, your are just mental wounds. Your body is a body, mine is a secret. So drop it."

Lysandra didn't have a response to this so dropped it, it's not like she had much else she could have done with that information.

Asterin let her tongue drag down hurriedly, rushed to be between Lysandra's legs. She didn't have a problem with this, but was ever curious about the her secrets.

Curiosity quickly melted into pleasure.

A knock sounded and pleasure quickly molded into fear.

"It is locked, right?" Asterin lifted her head, hands bracing themselves on Lysandra's thighs.

In response to the hiss, Lysandra tried to look relieved but couldn't shake a feeling. "Yeah, not that Aelin can't melt through it."

"Not that Manon can't smash through it."

"Aelin would kill me."

"Manon would kill me." Their voices were hushed as Asterin crawled up on the bed so she could curl herself into the black haired girls arms.

The world was silent safe for their labored breathing.

The door pounded once more and the pair of them jolted with surprise, guards so terribly far down.

Manon screeched. "GIRLS ROCK YOUR BOYS!"

Without a seconds pause Lysandra shouted in response. "WE'LL GET WILD!"

Manon however didn't realize the shout was directed at her took her a few to respond with a full hearted. "Yeah!"

Once her footsteps had faded down the hallway both Asterin and Lysandra burst out laughing.

"Gonna get wild?" Asterin laughed.

Lys snorted. "So wild."

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Authors Note:

This chapter was inspired by the song 'Cum on Feel the Noize' by Quiet Riot (Originally by Slade)