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A COURT OF LIGHT AND SHADOWS

Chapter 1: Voices

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Gwyn's afternoon couldn't get any worse.

First of all, the morning's training had been horrendous.

Three weeks after the Blood Rite, Cassian and Azriel had thought it was time to start practicing again, since according to them, they had made a lot of mistakes that could very well have cost them their lives.

She was still alive, just like Nesta and Emerie, so at least one thing they had done well, survive.

After 3 weeks of not doing any sports, it was noticeable when you came back with all the energy, especially on a day where the sun was literally burning.

She noticed as she did push-ups that morning how her arms were trembling dangerously, the sweat running down the curve of her breasts, soaking the shirt she had worn.

Gwyn had promised herself that she would go out into the outside world.

That year she had made a lot of progress, she supposed she should be ready to enter society again, but no.

After the events in the Blood Rite, what she wanted was to lock herself in the darkest corner of the library, with a good book, and stay there to live.

Obviously, she couldn't do that. But she would have liked it.

With all the sore muscles, having failed almost all the obstacles the two Illyrians put them, showing a regrettable endurance in each and every one of the exercises, she had to go down to the library to have a pleasant chat with Merrill, who did not understand why her performance hadn't been 100% in recent weeks.

"I don't know, Merrill. Maybe because they pulled me out of bed against my will, left me in the middle of a forest full of Illyrians, while I had to fight to stay safe, as well as having to kill people? Maybe because I had never left the library after Sangravah, and I suddenly found myself in the same situation? " She reasoned, trying to control her pulse, having remembered the events in the Blood Rite.

She detested Merrill.

More than anyone else, she hated her. She often thought that life would be so much easier if people like Merrill just didn't exist.

After leaving her a ton of work to do, the female disappeared, leaving Gwyn with about seven books resting in her arms, already numb from the morning exercises.

She ran to the nearest table, relieved when she put the books down, with a thud.

She rubbed her dazed hands, wincing at the pile of books that awaited her to spend hours and hours together.

She had to research one of Merrill's new obsessions, the ancient and forgotten Prythian gods.

"I didn't even know they existed", she opined, opening a random book to a random page, flipping through the contents.

She got dizzy from so much information she did not understand, closing the pages with force, grabbing a cart that was nearby, leaving the volumes in it and going to her room, to calmly read those pages and pages of useless information, and then do a chapter-by-chapter summary for Merrill.

"Great, it's a good way to spend your free time if you love reading junk." She groaned as she carefully lowered the cart down the stairs.

"It is not junk. It is information that may be useful at some point", answered her subconscious.

At least she thought it was her subconscious.

She didn't remember when she had started to hear that voice, just one day it had appeared, and now it was considered the voice of reason.

Everything that voice said, it was true.

"I know, but I don't know how knowing which are the main and forgotten gods of Prythian is going to solve my problems." She attacked, greeting one priestess that came close to her, passing by her side.

The voice fell silent, apparently it had nothing more to add.

At least Gwyn could answer the voice in her mind. It would have been a strange thing to see a person argue with herself.

Upon reaching the room, which was a simple square with a bed, a wooden desk with a wooden chair that had more splinters than wood itself, and a modest closet, also made of wood.

Yeah, in summer the termites would destroy all the furniture if she wasn't careful.

Closing the door with the latch, one of the little luxuries she had on it, she put the books down with a thump, brushing her hands on the skirts of the gown, which was already heavily encrusted with dust.

She thought of taking off that long dress, which after so many washes the initial blue had ended up in an almost invisible gray, but she did not feel like going to the common baths of the priestesses, because every time she went there, they peppered her with questions about the Blood Rite.

And the last thing she wanted to do was talk about it.

So she collapsed on the bed, pulling back the covers and hugging the pillow with one arm, as she got into a fetal position.

"You have to go out, you can't hide in the bedroom all afternoon." It protested, to which she responded very kindly with a growl as she turned, trying to make it understand that she was going to do whatever she wanted.

"Alright then. If you get caught between the sheets and can't get out, don't come running to ask me for help." it threatened.

Gwyn didn't know how she was going to ask for help to a voice. It was disembodied, how the hell was she going to beg for help if she didn't even know what that murmur was?

She rolled over on the bed, rubbing her eyes and exhaling, disappointed.

She hated not being able to get out of that damn room.

She hated her insecurity and her irrational fear.

"It is not irrational, Gwyn." It assured her.

"Leave me alone." She begged, getting it to shut up.

She lay on her stomach, breathing deeply.

She looked at the time on the only clock in the room, located above the closet.

19.36.

It appears that she had a lot of time to do absolutely nothing.

Maybe she was going to pick up a book that Nesta and Emerie were reading.

Honestly, she was dying to sink her teeth into one that had caught her attention. According to her description, a maiden sent by the gods fell in love with her bodyguard...

Determined, she bolted upright, unlocking the latch, happily heading for the book.

There would be time to examine the books Merrill had passed her.

Anyway, she had a lot of time, reading something that interested her was not going to do anything bad to everyone.

With a broad grin, she made it to the fiction book section. She opened one of the books, tucking her nose between the pages, an exhale escaping from her lips when she smelled the wonderful book scent.

Her gaze sparking, she searched for the novel she was looking for.

"Didn't you forget something?" It asked.

She stopped short in the middle of the shelves, alarming a passing priestess.

Bowing her head in apology, she went back to searching, her eyes narrowing as she searched the thousands of spins with her eyes, finding none that bore the name of the book she was looking for.

"I don't have any errands to deliver to Merrill." She snapped, frowning when she finally found it.

It was at the top of the shelf.

She made a long face, standing on her tiptoes, stretching her arm as far as she could as she stuck her tongue out, focused.

"I don't mean Merrill, Gwyneth."

"Mysterious voice, what are you talking about?" The priestess demanded in a tired voice. She did not arrive. Why did they make the shelves so high? It was not possible that someone could reach them.

Although, don't get it wrong, Gwyn adored the voice. It was equal to the voice that we all have within us guiding us.

The problem was that the voice that she had was a little… annoying.

She looked at the shelves next to the floor, no books in sight.

Maybe if she got on them…?

She put one foot on it, skipping little hops as she judged whether the bookcase was going to fall or not.

Realizing that it was unlikely, she lifted her other foot, raising her heels as much as she could while she stretched out her arm, feeling her muscles go numb.

A little more ... just a little more ...

"You remember that your friend Nesta has a mate, right? And that you promised them that you would go to her ceremony?" As soon as she finished the sentence, Gwyn stopped.

Shit.

Seriously, had she forgotten that?

"There is still time… There are five days until the ceremony." The voice tried to calm her down, but nothing was going to do it now.

She jumped down from the shelf, as she began to walk from one place to another, in circles.

She had to go.

She couldn't do that to Nesta.

"I don't even have a dress. What am I going to wear?" Alarmed, she slightly stretched the strands of her coppery hair, thinking of a way to solve all the problems that had suddenly befallen her.

I have to leave the library to go to the mating ceremony.

I have to leave the library to go to the mating ceremony.

The female began to hyperventilate, forgetting the book that she had held less than 3 centimeters from her hands.

That was far more important.

"I can't tell Nesta that I forgot about her mating ceremony. I can't do that to her." Gwyn protested, running her hands over her face, rubbing her temples angrily, forcing herself to search for solutions and solutions and solutions.

But neither of them was going to work.

She had to get out of there, no priestess was going to leave her a suitable dress for the mating ceremony.

But she couldn't go alone. She did not dare to go down to the city alone.

Emerie couldn't help her. It had started the illyrian high-selling season and the illyrian needed the money. She only went to training, then she quickly returned to her store, not staying a minute longer than necessary.

Cassian and Nesta were completely out of the question.

Azriel...

"Ask him." The voice advised.

She needed to name that voice. She could not continue calling it "the voice", that was beginning to be uncomfortable.

"Maybe he can help you get the dress." It continued.

Would it be male or female? Or rather, what the hell was it?

"Are you listening to me?"

She definitely had no idea what it was.

"What are you?" Gwyn questioned, curious as she left the fiction section behind, walking aimlessly through the library.

She loved to wander aimlessly through the thousands of bookshelves, silent priestesses, the whisper of books her only company.

Besides that voice, of course.

"Have you heard anything I've said to you in the last two minutes?" Her voice roared.

"I've heard nonsense, so no, I haven't heard anything." She claimed. "But anyway, you haven't answered my question. What are you?"

"I am everything and I am nothing at the same time."

Now was it was being funny with her?

She rolled her eyes, annoyed "That is not an answer."

"It's an answer if you know how to interpret it." It answered.

She rolled her eyes again.

"Well, at least tell me what I can call you, it's uncomfortable to think of you as 'The voice'" She asked.

The voice fell silent, which she thought meant the end of the conversation.

She decided to head over to her room, assuming she should start Merrill's work, until 'the Voice' answered her.

"Elián"

Gwyn stood in the middle of the bedroom hall

"That is your name?"  She asked.

"My real name would burn your lips if you were able to pronounce it" It replied. "But yes, Elián is my name, and I am 'him', I have noticed how you struggled because you did not know if I was a man or a woman. The definition of gender is much more complicated than that, but it will be enough".

"G-Good." She answered.

Elián was quiet at last, leaving her with her own thoughts, as she opened the door, her own scent of jasmine feeling welcoming.

And the proposal he had made, although obviously she had ignored it, she was not wrong to consider.

Perhaps the Shadowsinger would help her out, aiding her finding a decent dress for her.

She closed the crank behind her, sitting on the small bed, wondering if it would be smart to ask him, risking him saying no, or not asking him and risking not having a dress for the ceremony.

Sighing, she figured she should go to the bathrooms to get the sensation of dust - and the dust itself - off her body, so she grabbed change clothes and headed there, deciding at that moment that tomorrow she would ask the Spymaster if he could accompany her to buy a dress.

Inside her, she could feel Elián nodding his head, giving his approval.

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TWISTER PART 2

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Gwyn swallowed hard, noticing how the little alcohol she had drunk rose throughout her body, clouding her mind.

Was her crush… asking for a second round?

Obviously she knew the double meaning of that, but she couldn't even get the idea that Azriel wanted to have sex with her enter her head.

I mean, yeah, she knew she was kind of attractive, but he?

He was a fucking Greek god.

Emerie ended up going to Morrigan's house, according to her, because they had arranged to finish a project at Morrigan's Design College, although Gwyn guessed they weren't just going to do the design work. She had watched Emerie choosing a set of red lace underwear, one of Mor's favorite colors.

Insecurity entered her body when she remembered how boring the set of underwear she was wearing was.

Perhaps Azriel expected… something more seductive?

"Gwyn, he hasn't even seen you yet, don't freak out." She told herself, but it was of little use.

Right now she was cursing anyone who was listening to her mind for choosing such uninteresting underwear.

Cassian and Nesta went to his room, taking a bottle of tequila and another of vodka, smirking as they left the two alone in the living room.

They were alone.

Azriel and Gwyn were alone.

The crush that she had heavily flirted with less than 30 minutes ago.

She was going to pass out, she wasn't going to take much longer with that mood.

She had to do something, even if she later regretted it.

She couldn't die without having tasted the perfect lips of her instructor.

She looked at Azriel, her eyes slowly dropping from his face to his abs, being somewhat visible thanks to the white T-shirt he was wearing.

She felt waves of heat go down to her core when she saw the long bulge that squeezed the gray sweatpants.

Fuck, was that… thing going to fit inside her?

"Do you like what you see, Berdara?" He asked seductively, running a hand over his shirt, pressing it closer to his hot body.

She felt her mouth salivate the moment she saw the fucking show he had under that shirt.

Shows like this shouldn't not be hidden.

Obviously not.

Grinning lasciviously, she got up from the couch, her hips swaying as she walked over to where Azriel stood, gazing shamelessly over her body.

She knew that blouse easily showed much of her breasts, and she felt fucking good when his gaze fell on them, his eyes darkening with sexual desire to find everything she possessed underneath her clothes.

She stood in front of the boy who stood with his legs half open, looking at Gwyn with delight and sensuality.

He patted his shapely thighs while he looked at her, running his tongue across his lips, asking Gwyn to sit on them.

However, she had better plans.

She swung one leg up onto the couch, swinging so she wouldn't fall off there - it would be fucking embarrassing to fall in such a situation - and after feeling like she wasn't going to fall if she made that move, she flopped down on top of his crotch, both of them groaning as her core came into contact with his hardened member, furious for attention.

She suddenly lost track of time, there was nothing more important than the wonderful sensation of fullness in her pussy.

God, she hadn't even gotten into her, he was going to break her.

She linked her arms around his neck, caressing the fuzz located in the area.

Azriel grunted, laying his head on the back of the couch.

Gwyn purred in satisfaction when she saw that he left the surface of his throat and neck at her disposal.

She approached him, shyly kissing the area.

Her eyes rolled back as the perfume that had apparently been applied entered her nostrils.

Fuck, there was no way anyone could smell that fucking good.

She continued kissing, now with more effort when she saw that Azriel allowed himself to be done, sighing at the attention of her lips.

Smiling, she bit the base of his neck, licking it repeatedly, then nibbling it again.

Azriel's cock pulsed dangerously close to her clit, sending waves of pleasure all over her body.

She felt how the heat was settling in her stomach under her.

Fuck, was her orgasm building now?

The throbbing of her clit was fucking painful, she needed more friction.

She needed that man to give her the attention she deserved.

She began to sway slowly on his dick, slow and sensual movements, while she continued to pay attention to his neck, noticing how shivers ran down his body.

A lascivious smile decorated her lips painted with carmine, seeing how that man shuddered at her touch.

She began the movement of her hips again, combining it with small bounces on his lap, noticing that his erection pulsed and moved violently in his pants.

Azriel grabbed Gwyn's chin, forcing her to separate her lips from the surface of his neck.

"Do you like to see me like this?" He whispered, biting his lip as he gazed at the spot where their bodies nearly met. "You like to know that this fucking erection is for you, right?"

She couldn't think, she couldn't try to speak when that man talked dirty.

Fuck, she loved when men talked dirty.

It was so… exciting.

She nodded quickly, trying to restart the friction in both bodies, however Azriel's palm rested on her hip.

"Speak up, Berdara. You can use that wonderful little mouth you have to talk." He advised her, slapping her buttock hard.

She moaned loudly, dropping her head on his shoulder.

God, did he just... spank her?

He massaged the area, over the fabric that covered the skin, running his fingers over the sore area, then hitting it again.

"Yes! I love knowing that I am the one who provoke you that erection!" She screamed, burying her face into his neck as she waited for another spanking.

However, he stopped.

Gwyn pulled her face away from his neck, frowning as she expected more pounding.

Azriel held up a dark eyebrow, giving her a crooked smile as he rubbed her buttocks, patting them.

"Do you like to be spanked?" He whispered into her ear, gently hitting her on the backside.

"Y-Yes." She moaned as she felt Azriel's large hands on her body, touching her however he wanted.

He smiled seductively, but didn't comment on her fetish.

What he did was get up from the couch with a grunt, lifting Gwyn, who was quickly linking her heels on the small of his back, positioning herself well on his body.

She didn't want to fall, as well as she didn't want to part with that man.

Searching for his mouth, they stared until Gwyn decided it was enough.

She needed to get those lips, if only once in her life.

Therefore, she brought their lips together in an explosive way, their teeth and tongues colliding with each other, battling who entered deeper, who managed to dominate more part of the other's mouth.

Everything was so hot, she noticed how her nipples were eyeing the situation over her blouse.

They were a mass of mouths, teeth, bites, licks.

Gwyn didn't realize when they had started up the stairs, but the fact was that they had started up them.

She assumed they would go to Azriel's room, since Nesta and Cassian would be in their own room.

Anticipation boiled inside her body, moisture beginning to stain the thong she had put on.

Fuck, she needed that man so bad ...

She listened, as she felt Azriel biting hard on her lower lip, as a door opened, entering a room.

Separating to breathe some air, she analyzed where she was.

There was a fucking huge bed, where perfectly Gwyn could sleep with Emerie and Nesta and they wouldn't get to touch all night.

There were two bedside tables, with a table lamp and a white clock.

She couldn't watch much more, as Azriel pulled her gently into the center of the bed, bouncing slightly as she landed on it.

Azriel leaned back on top, careful not to put too much weight on Gwyn, as he kissed her wet, red lips effervescently, feeling the heat settle back on her belly, drowning out her moans as she groped Az's shirt, tucking her hands inside it.

Azriel pulled away, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes as Gwyn continued to stroke whatever skin she could, delighted at the wonderful feel of his abs.

Gwyn began to smile, doing a maneuver that Azriel himself had taught her, grabbing his arm that was near her head and turning it.

Suddenly, Gwyn was the one on top, Azriel smiling at how perfectly his student had made the key.

Gwyn's features lit up with happiness as she saw how her instructor was proud of her.

Azriel put a hand on Gwyn's neck, lowering her head to begin kissing again, more slowly this time, savoring the alcohol and chocolate taste of the dessert they had had less than 20 minutes ago.

The kiss was slow, enjoying the sensation of both mouths in sync as their tongues began a lascivious dance from their mouths.

Azriel ran her hands up Gwyn's torso, massaging her toned belly, then lowered it to her thighs, squeezing masterfully.

His hand was inserted into her inner thighs, so close to where she really wanted him but so far at the same time.

She knew her thong was completely drenched from her fluids.

She supposed she should be embarrassed to react that way to him, but please, it was Azriel they were talking about, nothing was enough with him.

Parting both lips, Gwyn grabbed the hem of Azriel's shirt, pulling it over his arms to remove it.

She gasped as she watched the spectacle the man had under his shirt.

A row of perfectly built abs, well-structured pecs, and a V that disappeared into the elastic of the pants.

It made Gwyn's mouth water to think how well Azriel would be gifted in some other intimate parts.

To try to find out, as they devoutly kissed again, Gwyn gently laid her whitish hand over his dark pecs, squeezing softly..

She continued to descend, tracing random figures on his skin.

She smiled into the kiss as shivers ran down the guy's spine, deepening the kiss as he tightened his grip on her thighs.

She lowered her hand a little lower, until she felt the prominent bulge at his crotch, twitching under her hand, demanding immediate attention.

She had done orals on multiple occasions, although she much preferred that the oral be done to her.

However, she needed that cock to be in her mouth.

She needed it badly.

"Gwyn…" He growled through his teeth, guessing what she was thinking right now. "You don't have to do it if you don't want to."

She began to slide back, smiling challengingly until the bulge was very close to her lips, his pants soiled with precum.

"The problem is..." she began, while grabbing the hem of his pants. "I just need to have your dick in my mouth." She pulled down the fabric, his cock coming out of it.

Her throat went dry when she saw Azriel's member.

Fuck, seeing him hidden in his pants was one thing, but seeing him in reality was another thing completely.

It was dark, with veins on the shaft while his head was drenched with precum.

She locked her hand around the base, beginning to move up and down her hand, noticing how Azriel began to tremble dangerously.

"Fuck…" He growled, staring at Gwyn and then at his cock in her hand.

It was so big, even with her mouth and hands around it, she didn't cover the entire area.

She noticed how her clit trembled deliciously, causing her to massage his cock more quickly.

She wanted that wonderful dick inside her. She wasn't going to wait a single moment.

"It's not fair…" Azriel began, pointing to Gwyn's still-on clothes. "You can see me and please me, but I can't do the same."

She looked up at her body and realized it was true.

Her blouse was a little baggy at the bottom, but her pants were still in place.

Masterfully, she unzipped the zipper and unfastened the button that kept them closed, pulling them down until she gave them a shake, throwing them somewhere in the room.

Then she passed the blouse over her head, tossing it in the same direction as her pants.

She was only in her underwear.

She watched as his eyes roamed over her body, locating in the soaked thong, doing little to hide what she was feeling down there.

Having quickly undressed, she resumed her attention, as she massaged it with the palm, she began to lick the tip delicately, savoring the bitter taste of the precum.

Azriel grunted, one hand grasping Gwyn's scalf.

She relaxed her throat, assuming he wanted to fuck her throat, but he didn't do anything else, just let his fingers slip through her coppery hair.

But then she felt Azriel's other hand travel up her ass, grabbing the strap of her panties, pulling it away to give him easy access to her hot, soaked, throbbing slit.

"Please…" Gwyn moaned, wiggling her hips, trying to shove those long fingers she had always fantasized inside her.

"Please that?" He murmured, laying the strip on one buttock as his ring finger circled her slit. He tsked, muttering: "So wet…  are you always so wet for me, Berdara?"

She noticed how more moisture came out of her inside at those words.

But she didn't answer, and Azriel, apparently, wanted her to use that little mouth she had.

She lowered her mouth onto his cock, licking the shaft slowly, running her tongue over the throbbing veins, while Azriel played with her pussy lips, groping but never entering her.

"I asked you a question, Berdara. Answer." He ordered her, slapping her pussy with force.

She screamed out his name with pleasure, sure that her vibrations and voice had done wonders on his cock.

She wanted to see how much more she could tempt him.

The more she could provoke him.

Ignoring his command, she put his cock in her mouth again, sucking the tip while rising from it and lowering her hand with force, listening to the grunts of pleasure that he let out.

Smiling, she clicked her tongue at the tip, noting the wonderful taste of precum flooding her papillae.

She was close to coming.

But of course, Azriel didn't want to come in Gwyn's mouth.

The hand that was still taunting Gwyn's entrance finally inserted two fingers into her slit.

Gwyn moaned with his cock on her throat, noticing how it shuddered inside her mouth.

He was poking his fingers in and out of her quickly, at breakneck speed.

She closed her eyes tightly, letting herself be carried away by the pleasure.

With the hand that had previously been tending to Azriel's shaft, she lowered it to her clit, pinching and moving it from left to right, combining speeds to make her orgasm come faster. .

She needed it faster, it was not going to last much longer, the well of pleasure was increasing so fast and she would soon overflow.

But that seemed exactly what Azriel wanted to do, inserting one more finger inside her.

Not being able to breathe well, she pulled his cock out of her mouth, moaning loudly as she began to move her hips, looking where his fingers were thrusting in her, glistening with her arousal.

She felt so good. Those fingers were fucking thicker and longer than her own.

She needed it to go deeper.

She needed his cock inside her. Now.

She saw how his dick was twitching violently.

He didn't have much more left to orgasm.

So she slapped the hand that was playing with her pussy away, freeing up the space, and grabbed the shaft of his cock with one hand, lining up to finally unite both bodies.

However, Azriel grabbed Gwyn's arm quickly: "Condom."

She denied, explaining: "I'm taking the contraceptive pill. And I'm clean. If you are too, we don't have to do it with a condom."

Azriel nodded, confirming that he was clean, and moving his hips up, he lightly tucked the tip into her pussy.

They both groaned at the delicious sensation.

Azriel watched her closely, as he let Gwyn sit, taking his cock deeper, parting her inner walls with a point of pain.

She stopped, opening her mouth for air. It was so fucking big.

"Fuck. You're so tight." He whined, slowly comforting her waist, hoping that she would get used to his size.

However, she needed him now. Even if he broke her in two.

She needed to have him inside her.

So, taking a breath, she dropped completely on top of his cock, crying out loudly when he hit that spot that made her see stars.

Azriel growled, squeezing the flesh of her thighs as he dropped his head to the head of the bed, closing his eyes at the wonderful experience.

"Oh my God, you take me so damn well." He moaned as he watched the point where they connected, his cock disappearing into the folds of her pussy.

She waited about 10 seconds to get used to the fucking size.

It wasn't the first time she'd had sex, but none of her former lovers were as gifted as Azriel was.

She placed her hands on Az's pecs, lifting her hips slightly and then lowering them, getting used to the small thrusts.

Fuck, that felt so damn good.

"Gwyn, damn it, don't stop baby." He asked, lifting his pelvis, accompanying her thrusts, helping her to enter more inward.

The speed of the thrusts was increasing. The pain was still there, but it was almost imperceptible.  Now there was only the pleasure that Azriel provided her.

"You feel so fucking good…" He groaned, slapping one of her thighs hard.

She lifted a hand to her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples.

She needed more friction. She was so close to orgasm... She was so close...

"Az…" She moaned. Her legs were sore. She loved and hated riding her mistresses alike.

Understanding what was happening, he rested his hand on her belly, letting it fall until she was hunched over, her hands resting on his legs.

"Hold on." He warned him, grinning lewdly.

Then, he began to thrust like a soul carrying the devil.

Gwyn cried, screamed the name of her lover, moaning.

She knew it was impossible that Nesta and Cassian weren't listening, but she cared little.

The only thing that mattered was how fucking good it felt, Azriel's cock coming out of her and into her pussy with breakneck speed, spreading her fucking wide.

"Azriel!" She screamed when he reached that sweet spot, rolling her eyes up as waves of pleasure came down to her clit.

She lowered her gaze from her body, sweaty from work, to her clit and pussy.

Her clit was damn red, begging for immediate attention, as her slit slipped in and out of his cock, glistening with her fluids.

Leaning his hips down, he hit that spot again.

She was going to fall, she couldn't stand the pleasure that guy was giving her.

It was too much. It was all too much and too little.

It was perfect.

"Are you going to come?" Az asked her, eyes clouded with pleasure as he punched over and over and over the point of her, causing her to rave with pleasure. "Are you going to be a good girl and are you going to cum on my cock?"

She nodded, in those moments she was not able to form any kind of coherent sentence, only little whimpers came out that didn't make any kind of sense.

However, Azriel was satisfied with it, hitting deeper and harder, while a hand lowered towards her clit, granting it the attention that it had been demanding all along.

"Good girl ... Now I want you to cum all over my cock and cry out my name, so the neighbors know exactly who you belong to." He demanded, slowly tapping her clit with his fingertip, teasing her.

He began to wrap his thumb around it, pinching and catching it with two fingers, pulling at it and then letting go.

It only took three thrusts for Gwyn to fall into the abyss of pleasure.

Screaming his name out of her, she touched her breasts forcefully, while wave after wave of pleasure were coursing through her body, Azriel helping her to carry out her orgasm.

She noticed how Azriel let out a growl of pleasure between his teeth, jets of cum spilling into her pussy.

Exhausted, she dropped onto Azriel's chest, both of them gasping for air after the overwhelming orgasm.

She whimpered as Azriel pulled his limp dick from inside her, the feeling of emptiness overwhelming, but Gwyn had no desire for anything other than to sleep on the chest of that man who had made her feel stars.

His hands began to tangle in the sheets, finally covering the two lovers with them, still trying to catch their breath.

"It was…" He started, having to grab some more air.

Gwyn nodded, hiding in the crook of his neck.

She didn't want to leave. She knew she should, but she didn't want to.

Everything had been wonderful to pass up.

Besides, it was her coach, what was she going to do?

"Gwyn?" Her name pulled her out of her thoughts, looking at Az, who was looking at her worried, "Are you okay? Does something hurt? Have I been too harsh?"

A goofy smile appeared on her lips when she heard those questions.

He had been such great at fucking her, and now he cared about her health.

Her heart was beating happily. She was happy.

Shaking her head, she gently kissed his chin.

Azriel sighed, wrapping his arms around her waist, staying that way for a few minutes.

However, that question kept passing through Gwyn's eyes.  She must ask him.

"What will happen to our… friendship?"

Gwyn was afraid that this had screwed up their friendship. Perhaps she was attracted to him, but she did not want to lose her friendship.

Besides, maybe that tumble had been just that, a tumble.

"We can remain friends, obviously."  He whispered, tangling his hand in the strands clinging to her neck, stroking lightly.  "But we can also… take our friendship further, if that's okay with you…"

Gwyn nodded, smiling against his skin: "Does that mean I'm your… girlfriend?"

Azriel smiled alike, looking at her as his entire face lit up with happiness: "I'd be the happiest man if you were."

They both smiled foolishly, staring into each other's eyes. They brought their mouths closer, giving each other a small beak, which led to their mouths joining in a much more passionate kiss.

"Apparently I'll have to thank Nesta for thinking about playing Twister." Gwyn thought, but she put it on the back burner.

Now only Az's lips mattered, both hearts beating at the same rhythm, forming a symphony that ran through the entire room, blocking out any sound other than that of the two lovers.

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