Luke Pasqualino Or Sean Teale As Balthazar! Can Anybody Hear Me!!

luke pasqualino or sean teale as balthazar! can anybody hear me!!

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nesta isn’t sure which sound she likes more: azriel’s flesh slapping against her own, his guttural moan on her tongue, or the promise of his words.

“ we could fuck for days and never stop… ”

they wash over her, a white hot heat coursing through her body and travelling to her extremities. she curls her fingertips into her palms, dispelling the urge to let the pent up energy flow from her. once she’s satisfied that the burn of flames will remain within, her hands are on him again. fingers twist into the dark mess of hair at the nape of his neck, while the other travels down to his hips, her nails clawing at him in encouragement with each thrust. he may just fuck her into oblivion and she’d welcome it, all she can do is arch her body into his and try to hold on. she’s so captivated by where their bodies join, the way she feels with him buried to the hilt, that it takes a moment for her to register that they’re no longer in the dining room; that the wood beneath her has been replaced by something softer.

the sensation of fingertips on sensitive skin calls her back to her senses, and a small sound of disappointment escapes her when his tongue is no longer gliding against hers; soon replaced by a moan when his lips find her nipple in a way that makes her grind her hips up against his. “ fuck azriel. ” nesta hisses, eyes closing to shield herself from the stars that burst in her vision each time he pounds into her core. it's all she can do it focus her breathing on not falling apart just yet. it had alwats been obvious to her that he’d be a good fuck but she hadn’t anticipated this. he’s fucking her to the point of weakness, every muscle in her body seems to tremble beneath his thrusts, and his words threaten to make her come undone.

“ slower… ” the word escapes her through gritted teeth, and she finds the strength to meet his thrusts with her own, dictating a more deliberate pace, one that allows her to savour every inch and curve of him as he brushes her sensitive core. soon she finds the strength to manoeuvre them so that she can be on top. the new angle of his member inside of her is dizzying and she kisses azriel while she steadies herself, her tongue grazing his. she presses a finger to his throat, darkened eyes full of warning “ – don’t come yet. as much as i'd like to feel you spill inside me, i need to taste you first. ”

his words from earlier flood back to her. that he might like to watch. and she leans back to give him a good view of her body, of the place where their bodies connect as she rides him, one hand gripping his strong thigh while the other finds her clit. her thumb caresses the bundle of nerves, but her fingertips find the base of his cock and she strokes as much of him as he can as he slips from her cunt. nesta’s eyelids are heavy, but she keeps her gaze fixed on azriel’s face as she touches herself. it’s not the first time she’s pleasured herself with him as part of the fantasy. the flush of her skin deepens at the thought of some of her daydreams and she grinds against him, hips forming a figure eight and lips parted as her release draws closer. he had her close to the edge anyway. she would have come for him regardless, but taking back control helps her to relax enough for her body to give way to her climax. nesta’s hand stills, but she continues to ride him as her body shudders, his name a song on her tongue.

without taking a moment to catch her breath - still too full of lust to have any semblance of patience - nesta lifts her hips and lets his shaft spring free from her. it leaves her feeling empty and raw but she concentrates on fulfilling another desire. her lips find his skin, and she trails open mouth kisses across his neck and chest; her thumb sweeping his nipple curiously, to see if that’s something he might like. she moves lower, eyes alight once again as her tongue dips into the contours of his toned stomach, and she settles between his thighs.

something akin to delight crosses her features as she observes him, every inch still glistening with her arousal. she presses his length to his stomach, a curled finger teasing the veined underside, and follows her touch with the tip of her tongue; trailing him from balls to the head of his cock before sucking the swollen tip between her lips with a hum of satisfaction. her fingers curl around the base of his shaft and she’s utterly determined to take as much of him as she can. nesta relaxes her throat as she pumps the rest of him, but she has to release him, taps the head of his cock against her tongue before taking him again - further this time. her eyes sting with the effort, but she finds a steady rhythm and silently urges him to twitch and release for her; massages his balls with her free hand to stir him.

& HE KNOWS she wasn't as ready as she wanted or needed to be, but he lives to serve those who love him . . . and she was the exception. she didn't have to love him, she just had to respect him. so when her arms wrapped around him, his own wrapped around her body to cling her to him. his hips ground into her, his thrusting still in time with her hammering heart. azriel had no problem fucking her into the table, hoping the groaning wood wouldn't crack and splinter underneath them. in these moments, its when he feels the least control . . . when he feels the most like those war-mongering people who only want to breed, fuck, and fight. with nesta, he doesn't feel entirely that type of uncontrolled. it's a mutual lack of control . . . and he welcomes it.

a scarred hand slams back onto table to steady them as the other wraps around the back of her neck to hold her body up close to his as he fucks her. each time he slams his cock back into her tight core, he has to stifle a groan that threatens to escape. each movement is absolute bliss for the shadowsinger, but she doesn't need to know every thrust has him hurtling for the edge. it's the feel of her fluttering around his cock and her lips on his skin that sends a wildfire down his spine, directly to where they're joined.

azriel speaks, despite her teeth gripping his bottom lip, " you're fae now.. " she lets go and he smirks against her mouth, " we could fuck for days and never stop. " his mouth is on hers again, his fingertips pressing hard into her neck to bring her body flush up against his own. he pounds harder, the table groaning and shifting at his strength. azriel moans into her mouth, messily and uncharacteristically loud, just before he's picking her up off the table. his mouth doesn't leave hers as he walks, her legs around his waist. he shifts to his knees and places her back onto the carpet near the couch in the next room.

as if they hadn't moved, azriel resumes his ministrations and groans into her open mouth, his own still covering hers. his palm slides up her thigh, pulling her leg around him tighter. the other hand finds her breast, kneading the flesh there. rough fingertips pinch her nipple, then rolling the rosy bud between them. azriel breaks from their tonging and leans down to capture the peaked breast in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around her nipple the way he did her clit. " mmm. " he hums against her skin, pulling back slightly to look up at her. " i will taste you again. " it's not an ask, not a suggestion: he will. azriel flattens his tongue and slides it slowly against her breast, over the most sensitive part. " i will make you come on my tongue alone. " he moves back up to her face, brushing his lips against hers as he continues to slam his cock into her, " i will fuck you with my fingers until you're screaming for more. " to add emphasis, he pushes his hand between them and finds her clit. he rubs it in time with his thrusts and her heartbeat. he can feel her entire body sing with pleasure and he can feel himself pushing closer to the edge.

“ i can’t pretend not to be jealous. ” askbox meme, for @deaeths

" you absolutely can! " nesta jabs at his chest, her voice stern, eyes ablaze with the threat of flames. if she was able to act like she didn't give a damn when he still looked at mor like she hung the sun with her very own hands ( given their history ) then he could pretend to be unaffected by the things she had to do to maintain eris' favour. " — in fact, you shouldn't even have to pretend. i'm not yours to be jealous of. "

" that's a very pretty way of saying that you like to cause trouble. " the light in nesta's eyes veers between cautious and entertained. even she has to admit that kol mikaelson has an infectious charisma ( one that's easy to respond to ) but not enough for her to let her guard down in his presence. something about his energy feels unusual to her in a way that reminds her of the harp. older than she could imagine; mysterious & mischevious in a way that could very well make him capable of anything. " — don't tell me you're here to cause trouble, kol. "

@moondevoured, nesta archeron required a one liner.

" some accept their fate. i try to defy my fate. "

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