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.

"Speech" | Thoughts

With her kiss bestowed, Fel simply absorbed every little reaction that Sibyl produced. A little hitch in her breath, a slight tremble, the glazed over expression of lust. Oh, the woman was lovely. She knew just how to play into her audience. The subtle resting of paws on shoulders proved that. Sibyl wasn't too shy to admit that she wanted this. It didn't matter whether or not she said it aloud. Someone unwilling or shy wouldn't have reacted so. Fel was glad of it. Very glad. Some wolves that she'd encountered were so stuffy. Prudish. Life was too short to take oneself so seriously. The silver flecked siren was all about living in the moment, taking what you wanted and giving in to desires. As Sibyl drew back and made her little comment about being a mess, Fel laughed softly. "Darling, I doubt you're ever a mess unless you want to be." Her voice grew lower, softer. She couldn't see Azriel behind her, but she knew that he was watching. "And what does our sweet friend think of the show? Should we give him more?" Ruby eyes twinkled with utter mischief. She didn't know if the bond between the pair was familial or sexual, but she was willing to bet that they'd tried one another once or twice. Who could resist, really? Fel had planned to bring the strangers breakfast, but it looked as though Sibyl might end up being her breakfast in the long run. "Speech"

A knowing, sly grin pulled at her lips when Fel insisted that Sibyl wouldn't be a mess unless she wanted to be. Well, that was certainly the truth of it. She happened to catch Azriel's not so subtle eye roll at the comment when she glanced over Fel's shoulder at the male. He certainly knew that side of her more than most so if anyone could call her out of that fact it would be him. The softer comment that was clearly meant for just her ears brought Sibyl's lavender eyes back to Fel's, a wicked glint in her eyes at the thought. Azriel certainly wasn't being shy about his watching them so she had no doubt that he was enjoying the show. She couldn't quite decipher how much of her desire was purely fueled by how much wanted Fel and how much of it was from a daring thrill of showing out in front of this usually stern and cold brute but either way she already knew her answer to Fel's question. "I think he's enjoying it... he'd be crazy not to," she replied just as softly with a bright grin. After all, they were two gorgeous faes and he got to have full view of them enjoying each other. From what she knew of brutes it seemed like a dream come true for most. Her dainty front paws came up to rest on Fel's chest, her claws lightly scritching across the woman's skin in small circles. "I think we should definitely give him more, but that might be just me selfishly wanting more," she added with a smirk, peering up at Fel through her lashes with a sweet, giddy, flirty giggle. She was fully in her element now - lost in a moment of lust and temptation that made her feel far more alive than anything else ever did. She loved the way it made her heart pound and made her feel like she was spinning in a fun, delicate dance that she had a hand in orchestrating. Of course, the warm, tingling feeling that had settled over her from the mead was certainly encouraging her as well, but even without that she would have wanted Fel just as much. Talk

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?

"Speech" | Thoughts

The charcoal and obsidian woman's tail lashed back and forth at her hips as smoldering ruby eyes stared into pale lavender pools. Sibyl's words brought a dark chuckle from the larger woman. It was confirmed that Azriel was watching and that made her tail sway all the more. She wanted him to watch just as much as Sibyl wanted to be watched. It was a thrilling prospect and not one that Fel had the luxury of experiencing often. She would be sure to make the most of this moment, as she did with all moments involving sex and blood. Words from behind brought a sidelong glance at the big, striped man. Well that proved that they were lovers, if anything. No real surprise there. It also proved that Azriel was a rough lover, which was just what she liked. And sweet, darling little Sibyl was a bottom, which was also just what she liked. The pallid fae sat on her haunches, bringing dainty little paws up to rest on Fel's chest. She wanted to give her companion some more. Who was Fel to deny her? Curving her delicate neck to the side so that she could stare at Azriel with one lust filled ruby orb, the woman grinned. She offered him a playful challenge. "I'll bet you I can have her making a whole slew of new noises." Lifting one paw, she stroked the underside of Sibyl's chin. "What do you think, darling?" With both gentleness and a forcefulness that would accept no argument, Fel placed a paw on Sibyls back as though to embrace her. Instead she pressed against the woman, tilting her off balance and lowering her to the ground upon her back. The midnight fae sat tall, staring down upon the soft underside of the woman that she'd only recently met. They were about to become very acquainted, very quickly. The silver streaked woman stepped forward, straddling the smaller body. She stood over the prone woman, looking down upon her before lowering her head to nibble up the length of Sibyl's white and silver cheek. When she came close to the tiny fae's ear, Fel purred a soft, heated whisper. "It's your last chance to back out." The viper's tongue snake out to drag up the ridge of Sibyl's ear. "I never do anything half-assed." It was all or nothing and she was kind enough to let Sibyl choose. "Speech"

Everything was so deliciously tempting and with the buzz from the meade they had shared only adding to the high that Fel was giving her it was all combining into a very fun, heady feeling. Her ears perked with interest when Fel claimed that she could get her to make all new noises and something told her she was absolutely right. It made her grin from how much of a show they were putting on for Azriel, but she was also just as selfish in how much she wanted every bit of this. She practically purred with delight when Fel brushed her chin and she replied with a soft giggle, "I would love to see you do it." She had a hint of a challenge in her gaze along with a heavy dose of lust while she let herself get captivated by this fae that was literally sweeping her off her feet. Azriel did a good job of keeping her satisfied, but she couldn't wait to see what Fel could do. She easily gave in to Fel's motions as she held her smaller form and lowered her down onto her back. A bright grin lingered on her lips while she stretched out under Fel with her front paws tucked against her chest. If there was one thing she loved to do it was showing off all of herself and knowing that whoever she was sharing herself with would enjoy it. She loved to be absolutely revenged and devoured and the burning lust churning in her gut was silently begging Fel to do just that. She was still aware of Azriel's eyes on them, but her attention was fully wrapped up in the dark fae on top of her. The feeling of her teeth grazing her cheek was an awful tease and her tongue grazing her ear made a pleasant shiver trickle down her spine. The statement she was given and the last opportunity to back out of this whole situation was met with a wicked grin before she tilted her head to give Fel's chin a small lick. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you," she replied with a giggle, her tail brushing the rock as it wagged gently. "If you stop now I'm going to be very disappointed." Talk

Sibyl's eagerness brought a smile to the dark woman's lips. She was such a pretty thing all splayed out beneath her. Fel couldn't wait to taste her, and taste her she would. As a bit of cheeky permission was given, Fel gave the prone woman one last long kiss. Breaking away, she worked her way slowly downtown, depositing nips and licks all the way there. Once settled right where she needed to be, Fel took her time, drawing out the pleasure. She gave, then denied, hoping to work Sibyl into a fervor over what seemed like hours. Eventually, she would give the woman release. -Fade- After pleasure was given, Fel lay sprawled out on her belly beside the pale beauty. Hind legs were splayed out behind her and her thick tail ticked languidly back and forth at her hips. She licked her lips, removing the last clinging drops of Sibyl from them. The woman was so much fun. They'd both gone into this without any inhibitions. Both willing and eager participants. Though she hadn't come along with Sibyl, Fel was feeling pretty satisfied herself. Having an audience was always nice. It pushed her to perform to her highest levelf of ability. Speaking of... Shifting her head ever so slightly, Fel rested one russet orb on Azriel. "Well? Was the show adequate?" She didn't need an answer at all. The sounds that Sibyl made in the throes of passion were answer enough. She simply wanted to tease the man a bit. "Speech"