Breakfast in Bed

N/A · 12-17-2020, 09:23 PM

Silver-grey eyes watched with fascinated interest while the ladies helped themselves to one another, Fel taking the lead with bold paws roaming over delicate curves and words drenched in honey and venom, delicious and deadly all at once. Sibyl responded much in the manner Azriel had expected her to; the alabaster fae was a siren, a succubus, and every other creature that thrived on the sexuality of others. When he had first met her, Sibyl had been a vivacious and frisky girl suppressed into a life of servitude she despised. By the time the two had reached Boreas, she was a completely changed woman, free and adventurous, independent and bold. Those sounds Fel was drawing from the smaller fae were delightful in their own right; Azriel had pulled the same ones from her on several occasions, but it was always such a thrill to hear them fresh in his ears, and he guessed it was equally thrilling to Fel to experience them for the first time. A smirk grew across his lips. Oh, if only she knew just what other kinds of sounds Sibyl was capable of producing... Perhaps she'd find out if she dared to press on into unknown territory.

Azriel took a shorter swig from the mead, carefully measuring how much he was consuming. He didn't want to seem greedy, and though his two beautiful companions seemed far more keen to drink in each other instead, he didn't feel like getting drunk on his own. That was much too depressing, and Azriel did not want to feel depressed. They had just escaped death, after all, and were being given a clean slate so to speak. This was a moment of celebration, and Fel was the party's host! His ears perked when Fel asked Sibyl if she thought Azriel was enjoying the show. Yes, yes he was, and very much so, if the rush of blood and heat to his lower regions was any indication. Sibyl giggled and agreed that they should give him more. Azriel was pleased with this decision. Participating was fun, especially with Sibyl—doubly so if the exotic and gorgeous Fel got involved—but there was something to be said about the foreplay, the watching and the buildup, that growing tension and anticipation with every touch, every breath, every second it took. It was agonizing in the most lovely of ways.

"She especially likes kisses on her neck," Azriel called out to Fel, a wolfish grin on his face while he peered at Sibyl's from past Fel's shoulder. "But she makes the cutest sounds if you bite instead." His statement had been meant for two purposes: one to reveal to Fel that the pair were indeed intimately involved, and two to continue to put Sibyl in the hot seat and watch her squirm as Fel drank in the luscious fae. As he had thought before, sometimes watching was as much fun as participating. From his lounging position, he was able to enjoy Fel explore and play with his little Sibyl, and he got to see Sibyl go through the gamuts of pleasure usually reserved for himself. That, and he could continue to enjoy this delicious mead. Another swig swallowed, Azriel settled in to enjoy what would no doubt be a show to remember. He was certain he would get involved eventually—but why skip all the fun to be had between now and then?

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