Breakfast in Bed

N/A · 11-30-2020, 07:39 PM

Azriel's brow raised curiously while Fel responded that she wanted to spend some quality time with not just his lovely companion and coconspirator, but also with himself. How intriguing... Fel was indeed the salacious little minx he was envisioning her as, it seemed, not just an act. That just made her even more enticing to the black and grey brute. Steely grey eyes met the rubies of hers when she cast him a sideways glance, eyes gliding up to peer over her to Sibyl's pale lavender gaze. He saw that look on her face and immediately knew what was going on in her lecherous mind. He smirked back at her; the two wolves had never shared a third party before—often because the third party was usually a male victim in their plans—but the dark man was not opposed to the idea. Sometimes it was fun to mix up a routine, and Fel was swiftly proving herself to be the spice of life.

For a long moment, Azriel simply lay beside Fel and basked in the warm sunshine, his muscles relaxing as he let his mind and body calm. It had been a stressful week, and he relished the opportunity to let himself come down from the high of adrenaline he had been running on. He didn't feel like spending the day puzzling out Fel, or overthinking and plotting their next move. All Azriel wanted to do was rest and unwind and take a moment to breathe. Here they found themselves in a beautiful new land in the company of a beautiful and strange wolf. Why spoil the moment with unnecessary trouble?

The way Fel passed on the bottle of mead to Sibyl again did not go unnoticed by the large brute. He made no mention of it or any indication of what he had observed, but it did strike him as peculiar. Was the mead secretly poisoned? He furrowed his brow at his own thoughts. No, that wouldn't make sense; Fel had nothing to gain by poisoning them. Unless she really just wanted to kill them, in which case, Azriel was both welcoming of his end at the paws of this luscious fae and disappointed in himself for falling for such an obvious trap. Well, if this is how Death catches me, then welcome him in... He smirked at his own musings—but that expression quickly slipped away when he saw Fel approach Sibyl and wind a dainty paw around the smaller fae. Any concerns he had about the mead being poisoned were washed away when Fel ran her tongue over Sibyl's muzzle, catching the dribbles of liquor left behind, and then the two faes were locking lips. Well, if they were going to die, at least all three would be going out together.

Azriel watched like he were possessed by the sight before him of the two sultry women sensually making out mere feet away. He blinked one, twice, a grin slowly making its way across his muzzle. While unexpected, it was certainly not unwelcome. The look on Sibyl's face of surprise, delight, and lust was all he needed to see to know she was having the time of her life right now. Chuckling to himself, Azriel slid across the stone to capture the mead bottle again, washing his tastebuds in the sweet flavor of the drink while he enjoyed the show. Thank the gods for girls. Despite his outwardly cold and guarded demeanor, Azriel was still a red-blooded male, and as such had the same desires and temptations of any man. Whether they were aware of it or not, Fel and Sibyl were feeding right into those desires.

The brute snickered when Sibyl mentioned she didn't want to look like a mess, glancing away from the two while taking another swig of mead so they wouldn't see him roll his eyes. He'd seen Sibyl in just about every state she could be in, and the only times she'd ever seen truly happy was definitely when she was a mess. He didn't say a word otherwise though, contenting himself to watch the two while he lounged. Let the girls have their fun together; Sibyl had more than earned it, and Fel seemed like she needed a good romp around in the hay as well.

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