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Azriel stepped into the chamber with his usual dark and brooding presence, wings tucked tight against his back and shadows swallowing the sound of his footsteps. The sight before him didn't slow his stride nor elicit a reaction afterall he wouldn’t be such a good spymaster if his emotions were on display.
Walking into his mates' antics have become more commonplace since Solaris had fully accepted the bond and Eris became High Lord.
Currently he watched as Eris had Sol bent over the edge of the long wooden desk, her ass raised and her knees spread. From his angle he could see her face, twisted up in pleasurable pain. He could see the tears making tracks down her face. Her tears slightly shimmered in the warm lights of their shared office, a Scythian Faire special. Her opalescent wings fluttered in erratic little bursts as Eris brought his hand down hard on her backside. A slight pink hue was noticeable even from here.
His mates did paint a pretty picture but alas he had his own reason for coming in today.
He walked deeper in the room, his own leathers feeling tighter than previously before, stopping at the edge of the desk where Sol’s head was resting. Azriel threaded his hand through her golden hair, a common sign of spring heritage, and lifted her head to have her meet his eye.
His voice took on a sweet condescending tone reserved only for moments like this, “Oh pretty girl,” Azriel tsked and shook his head. She looks ruined already and by the bulge in Eris’ pants, they haven’t even started.
Azriel turned to Eris, while continuing to pet and smooth down the hair of his other mate. “What did she do this time?”
Eris answered with a sharp slap of palm that echoed across the room, this time lower, catching the edges of wet pussy. Solaris cried out, her small body jerking forward, and her wings fluttering in response to the unexpected but Eris kept her pinned with one hand between her shoulder blades and Azriel tightened his grip in her hair to keep her from sliding forward.
"You spoke out of turn again," Eris said, voice cutting like a blade, “Isn’t that right Darling?” He ran a hand across her pink bottom,using his powers to slightly warm his hand, soothing the sting that would eventually take root there. Bruises were not the goal here.
“Spoke to Holden,” Eris grunted and emphasized each phrase with another spank to her bottom. “Behind my back.” Spank, Sol cried out pushing forward into Azriel’s hand for comfort. “Sharing updates, and greetings.” Spank. “Telling him he’s welcome anytime,” Spank, “As an emissary.”
Azriel hummed diligently the whole time, Holden, Eris’s second youngest brother had supported Eris in the decades long coup that was overthrowing their father Beron. That man was as loyal as a smokehound to Eris. That man was also oddly infatuated with Solaris and her wings. Many times crossing boundaries by touching them or asking invasive questions about how they acted during sexual intercourse. To save Holden from Eris’s ire during what was sure to be a lengthy and tumultuous time after accepting the mating bond, he was sent away to explore the continent and Prythian. With the understanding that he would eventually come back and serve as an emissary.
Clearly he needed to keep a better tab on his mates personal correspondences better. He didn't even know that Solaris kept communications with Holden during his trip. Then again, Azriel mused, it is unsurprising as those two were as thick as thieves.
Eris’ voice broke his musing, "Three more." Eris was quick to flip her, her wings now pressing into the desk. While transparent and thin in nature, they were very hardy and could survive such quick maneuvering. Scythian faire wings are traditionally compared to sheets of metal working for their flexibility and resistance to damage.
Eris not resting for Sol to gather her bearings struck her pussy again, fingers landing directly over her swollen clit, the resulting sound distinctly much wetter than before. From this angle both males could see her pussy was drooling with her arousal leaking out. Solaris whimpered out, thighs trembling, but she didn't try to close her legs. Wouldn’t even. In the games they choose to play she always opted to be their good girl. Following all directions to the best of her ability. Her wings attempted to beat against the desk, the delicate membranes occasionally catching the light.
Azriel pulled out the chair across from Sol and sat down. He did come here to inform Eris of some intel he had learned. "The Winter Court emissary arrives tomorrow. He wants to discuss the border trade routes."
Eris delivered the third slap, harder than the first two. Solaris's pussy was visibly red now, puffy and glistening. She made a broken sound that was half sob, half moan.
"I know about the emissary, though they weren’t to be expected for another two weeks" Eris replied, flexing his fingers. "What I don't know is whether they're bringing that ridiculous list of demands again."
Azriel leaned back in his chair, watching the small reprieve Eris had given Sol to catch her breath. They were far from being over. "They are. They want exclusive access to the southern passes."
After a couple more moments Eris grabbed a fistful of Solaris's hair and hauled her upright. She was small enough compared to him that he could move her like a doll. He turned her to face him, then pushed her down to her knees between his spread legs.
It was Sol’s routine by now to quickly unbuckle the gold hardware at Eris wait or how her nimble fingers made quick work of the laces on Azriel’s leathers. Whichever male was in front of her she had become an expert of undoing their pants.
"Open," he ordered. Solaris parted her pink lips and let her tongue lull out. Big teary round eyes looked up at him waiting for his next move. Eris felt himself get harder if that was even possible. Solaris was a beauty, his beauty, but when she looked up from her knees, she might as well have been a goddess incarnate.
Eris freed his cock and fed it into her mouth without much preamble. He didn't ease in. He pushed straight to the back of her throat in one thrust, making her gag around the thick length. Her eyes watered immediately, it had only been recent when she learned to take all of Eris or Azriel orally. Their cocks were some of the largest and most intimating she had ever seen.
Eris held her there with her nose tickled by the hair on his pubic, buried to the hilt, while he looked at Azriel over her head.
"And what did you tell them?" Eris asked, somehow voice perfectly even despite the faire choking on his cock.
Azriel unconsciously shifted in his seat to help with the fact that his cock was now painfully staining against his trousers. He watched as Solaris's throat worked to stretch and accommodate around Eris's length. Her nose was pressed to Eris's stomach, tears tracking down her cheeks. She couldn't breathe, not well. Azrie internally mused if this was a punishment for her or for him. He wouldn't put it beyond Eris for using her as both.
"I told them nothing," Azriel finally said, tearing his eyes away from the scene. "I wanted to hear your thoughts on the matter first."
Eris finally pulled Solaris off his cock and she gasped for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to the head of his dick. Eris reached down using his thumb to brush the spit back into her mouth, “Such a messy girl, love. What are we to do with you?”
Sol quickly captured his thumb in her mouth, sucking on it with a delightful hum.
Before long he rapidly replaced his thumb with his cock, Eris shoved back in, fucking her throat in short, brutal strokes. Her wings trembled with each thrust and Eris had to hold a tight grip.
"My thoughts," Eris grunted between thrusts, "are that the Winter Court can choke on their demands. We give them nothing."
The wet, desperate sounds Solaris made around Eris's cock fueled Azriel’s own arousal. If he could only get this last piece of work out of the way and he could join them himself. However, nothing was stopping him from slipping his cock out and enjoying the view. Her hands clutched at Eris’s thighs but she didn't push him away. She took it, tears flowing freely now, spit dripping down her chin onto her bare chest.
A messy girl indeed.
Azriel's gaze dropped to where her red, swollen pussy was visible between her spread thighs. He could see how wet she was, how her clit stood out from the spanking. His own cock was hard in his hands, even strong strokes. Just enough to edge off some of the pressure before he got in bed with both of them.
"The Summer Court will use this," Azriel said, "They'll offer the Winter Court a better deal just to spite us. Tarquin has been looking for a way to strengthen their alliance with Winter. "
Eris pulled Solaris off again, letting her suck in a ragged breath before driving back in. He adored seeing the way her throat bulged and stretched around his cock. In all honesty he never thought his little faire would ever manage to take all his cock. However, with a lot of patience and dedication she was eventually able to get it down.
He held her down this time, grinding against her face while she struggled to breathe around his thickness.
"Let them try," Eris said. His free hand stroked over Solaris's hair almost gently, a contrast to how roughly he was using her throat. "We'll remind them why crossing Autumn is a mistake."
He released Sol's hair and let her pull back. She coughed, drool running down her neck, but she didn't move away. Her eyes were glassy, lips swollen and red. Eris tapped her cheek twice.
"Back on it," he said.
Sol opened her mouth again without hesitation. Eris slid back in, slower this time, letting her feel every inch stretching her throat. She gagged when he hit the back but didn't pull away. Eris bottomed out and stayed there, enjoying the way her throat rapidly fluttered around him.
In all honesty Sol was preening at the way Eris was handling her. After a small molt that left her and her wings feeling extra sensitive, it seemed that Eris had been handling her as if she was a fragile piece of china ever since. She had reached her limit.
She may have purposely left out the letter she drafted out to Holden requesting he come back and uptake his emissary position right where she knew that Eris would be mostly likely to see it. She also might have told the chiefs to hold back on preparing what she knew was Eris comfort food for the past three days, in order to build up his frustrations.
Azriel watched the whole thing with the same calm expression he wore in every court meeting, his hand wrapped tighter against his cock at the vigour that Sol was displaying. "The emissary also mentioned the tithe. They want it lowered."
Eris began to thrust again, using Solaris's mouth like a toy while he discussed politics. Her wings had gone still, drooping slightly as she focused on taking what he gave her. The wet sounds of her throat being fucked filled the spaces between Azriel's words.
"The tithe stays the same," Eris said, voice slightly rougher now. He was getting close. "If they can't afford it, then we would have to negotiate a completely new deal."
He came without warning, wrapping both hands in her hair and burying himself to the root in Solaris's throat and pumping his load directly down it. She swallowed around him, throat working, but some of it still spilled from the corners of her mouth. Eris held her there for a few more seconds until he was finished, then pulled away.
Solaris stayed on her knees, breathing hard, cum and spit glistening on her chin. Her pussy was still visibly swollen, dripping from the spanking, and from the intense face fucking she received. It didn't help that she needed someone to touch her clit in order to come.
Azriel stood up and tucked himself back into his own leathers. His wings coiled tightly against his back, the quicker he resolved this, the quicker he could come back and bed both of his mates. "I'll draft the response rejecting their demands. It seems a new trade deal would be best."
Eris tucked himself away and looked down at Solaris. "You can stand up now."
She rose on shaky legs, wings trembling. Her eyes found Azriel's, seeking something—comfort, maybe, or acknowledgment. He gave her neither. He simply nodded once at Eris for a punishment well done and turned to leave.
"The meeting with the emissary is at dawn," Azriel said over his shoulder. "Don't be late."
He walked out without looking back at Solaris. Eris caught her chin and tilted her face up to his.
"You took that well," he said. "Maybe next time you'll remember to check in before inviting people back.”