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Since the war with Hybern had finished in the spring, Feyre was finally able to get a taste of what being high lady of the night court would mean for the centuries that her and Rhysand would rule together until they passed it on to a future heir. Her hand almost unconsciously dropped to her stomach at the thought of the child that her and Rhys would one day share, the cherub like face that she saw within the bonecarver smiling back at her. She steeled herself quickly, checking her mental shields to double check that no inklings of maternal instinct had made their way down the bond to her mate- she knew how desperately he wanted a child. As much as their inner circle was their family, with Cas and Azriel her brothers, Moor her bonus sister and Amren… an aunt, an especially prickly aunt with a heart of gold, she knew exactly how much Rhys craved a blood family, like the one that he had remembered before his entire family had been so brutally murdered by the Spring Court.
Of course, she would actually get a chance to discuss all of this with her husband if they were able to have more than a few minutes together where they weren’t sleeping or fucking, although even then, by the standards of most newly mated couples they had not spent nearly enough time fucking since the war, she mused, a wry smile on her face. That would hopefully be changing tonight though. Feyre had cleared the townhouse of Fae, including their inner circle, sending the servants away. Their inner circle had been less of a challenge to clear, Moor was on one of her eternally unpleasant visits to her family in the court of nightmares, discussing the status of Keir’s dark bringer troops and what rebuilding efforts still needed to be done, whilst Cassian and Azriel were both off somewhere in the Illyrian mountains working to hunt down the rebellious war bands that had supported Aramantha during her reign under the mountain. It had been harder to remove Elain from the house, eventually Feyre had managed to convince Nesta to accompany her to the house of wind, where at least they would both remain safe under the watchful eye of Clotho and the other priestesses who resided in the Library.
Feyre eyed the clock on the wall of her study, she didn’t have long until Rhys would winnow back to their townhouse in Velaris from a meeting with the other solar courts. Luckily he enjoyed that aspect of diplomacy far more now that he was no longer having to pretend to rule the court of nightmares rather than the court of dreams, he was able to joke with the other high lords and should arrive home in excellent spirits, which was precisely how Feyre wanted him.
She nervously thumbed the contents of the bag at her feet. Rhys liked it when she attempted to take control from him when they fucked, but she had never even attempted anything like this, it felt too similar to Aramantha, she didn’t like the idea of anyone ever trying to have control over Rhys like that again, even if he had asked her to. Had told her that he wanted to try this, but asked her to keep the details a surprise from him, which she gladly did. She had also been curious; this had been something that she had wanted to try for a while but had avoided bringing up to her mate until he caught her thinking about it unawares across the bond.
Just then, she felt a gentle caress across her mental shields, Rhys’ familiar talons making their way down her obsidian wall as she opened their bond
Hello darling, she felt rather than heard him purring to her
How much longer is your meeting going to be? Are you all playing nicely? She teased, knowing that it would gently rile him, even if he was forced to concede that she was correct, these meetings between the rulers of the courts were far too like one of the strategy games that her father had taught her back when they had lived on her estate when she had been a child
Almost, I’ll be back home to you soon
I’ve sent our family and the servants away
She could feel his arousal down the bond almost instantly and knew that he must have put up shields around himself that Helion had him practicing, hiding the scent of his arousal. And why would my high lady have done that?
Feyre flashed an image down the bond, it was one of the two of them in the cabin that they both loved so much from just after she had accepted their bond. Feyre was on her knees in front of Rhys, both of them completely naked with her mouth wrapped around his length, Rhys’ hand twisted in her hair that was falling around her bare chest as he thrust into her over and over, wings arching backwards behind him as he came. Smirking to herself, she slammed the bond shut and winnowed to their bedroom to get ready for her mate.
Rhys entered their bedroom to find his mate lounging on his bed with a silk robe tied around her, she knew that he could already scent the arousal pooling between her legs at the thought of what they were going to do tonight, at how she wanted Rhys to come apart under her. Her mate walked towards her on the bed, stopping just before his knees hit the bottom. “And what would my high lady be planning this evening?” he asked, arousal colouring his words, making them low and cat like.
“I’ve been shopping, in Velaris.” She started, wanting him to guess her plans for the evening
“The city is yours; I fail to see why that would cause my delectable mate to clear our entire house for her evening plans” he responded, the light in his violet eyes telling her that he was teasing. Mostly.
“Have you ever been to that little shop to the North of the Rainbow? Moor took me, it was…. Informative.” He didn’t seem to be understanding what she was saying. “I want to fuck you.”
Rhys instantly dropped to his knees, pulling her towards him in the same moment, not wasting a second as he hooked her legs over his shoulders, breathing over the fabric covering her sex before he tore it away, licking upwards between her folds like he had been starved. Slowly, tantalisingly slowly he made his way towards her clit, gently circling it with his tongue before placing his mouth over it and sucking, making her arch her back as she pushed her hips towards him, begging for more. Slowly, torturously slowly, he pressed a finger inside of her, curling it backwards to hit that spot within her that always made her see stars. Remembering her plan for the night, she pulled his hair to gently bring him away from her sex. “No, you misunderstand, I want to fuck you. As he realised what she said he slowly stood, unhooking her legs from his shoulders as he came to sit next to her.
“Are you sure?”, his violet eyes searching hers, wanting to see that she wanted this just as much as she did, Feyre nodded.
“I really do, I want you to feel me in you, I want to see your face when I move inside you, but I’ve never” she paused, unsure why she felt a sudden wave of embarrassment, “I’ve never done this before, you have to tell me if I do something wrong, if I hurt you at all.”
I Promise she felt him say across their bond as his lips crashed into hers, moving together as he pulled her towards him. Feyre opened her mouth to allow his tongue access, his tongue pushing against hers, deepening the kiss as he flipped them over so that she was on top of him, she reached across herself to open her robe, leaving herself completely bare as she unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers down, freeing his length which had been straining since he walked in the room. Without waiting for him to unbutton his shirt she leaned down, licking up his length and gathering the precum that had beaded around his head into her mouth. Slowly, ever so slowly so that she could tease him she bought his head into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she tried to swallow his member into her throat, tears brimming in her eyes as he bucked his hips unconsciously, hitting the back of her throat. Once she had adjusted to him, he fisted his hands into her hair, holding her still as he fucked upwards into her, making her moan around him. Fuck Feyre, every time you feel perfect. His growls continued until she felt him tighten in her hands, she pulled away, bracing herself up on her forearms as she summoned a jar of oils that they kept in a pocket realm for days like these, although normally Feyre was on the receiving end of them.
She leaned forward and kissed him again as she started to circle her fingers around his ass, teasing at his entrance, as she pushed her fingertip in Rhysand lunged forward, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss as she easer her finger in to the first knuckle and then stopped, allowing him time to adjust to the intrusion. Is this okay? She asked, monitoring him down the bond for any sign of discomfort.
More please, he pushed his hips downwards, trying to fuck himself on her finger. Happy to oblige, Feyre leaned forward, capturing her mate’s moan with her mouth as she eased her finger in all the way, pausing again. “Feyre please, please fuck me”. She smiled to herself, surprised to have the high lord of the night court begging her like this, but she knew that she had to continue slowly, even if he has had people like this before, he hasn’t had anyone but her for a while, and she would never want to hurt her mate, to remind him of Aramantha, so instead she began to slowly pump her finger in and out of him, sending her deep feelings of love down the bond to her husband. When he was no longer clenching around her so tightly, she applied oil to a second finger and pushed it in beside the first, hearing Rhysand hiss at the stretch. Once both fingers were fully seated within him, she started to stretch them, circling them around to find a spot that the woman in the shop had said would make a male fall apart for her. When she twisted her fingers backwards she was rewarded by Rhysand arching off the bed “Oh Fuck Feyre, right there, please do that again please”, she pulled her fingers away, carefully adding a third before going back to pumping them in and out of him, making sure to curl her fingers just right so as to hit that special spot inside of him every single time.
Within minutes Rhys was a quivering mess beneath her and she pulled her fingers out of him, listening to him whine at the sudden emptiness he felt. She stepped away from the bed and pulled out the device from the bag she had left it in on the floor, snapping the harness together the way that the woman in the shop had told her to. The strap that she was now wearing wasn’t as big as her mate’s length, maybe six inches long or so, but it would still be a stretch for him. She slicked it up, probably adding more oil that was necessary before walking back to her Rhys. She climbed on top of him, her face just above his and her new length guided towards his entrance, the tightness of the harness meaning that the strap was pressed deliciously against her clit, making her want to moan every time she moved. “Are you ready?” Rhys nodded, his eyes pressed closed as he waited for the intrusion, Feyre leaned down and kissed his eyelids gently, surprising him enough that he opened his eyes and captured her lips with his mouth instead, biting down on her bottom lip enough that she moved forward, pushing herself into him. Rhys whimpered at the intrusion, his wings shooting out behind him, trapped by the mattress, Feyre leaned forward and stroked his left wing, just below where it curved forward into a talon and he whimpered again, bucking his hips forward, silently begging her for more. She pushed forward, slowly, delighting in the moans her mate was making until he gasped, and she was fully seated within him. Feyre stilled herself completely, moving down the bond they shared to feel what Rhys was experiencing. His head was busier than she had ever seen it, a slight burning pain being flooded away by pleasure, she smiled to herself, sending her mate an image of how he looked under her as she fucked him, his hair spilling out around him as he tried to form words, or even a coherent thought. “How do you want me to fuck you?” she asked, harkening back to a question he had asked her a thousand times.
“Hard, I want you to fuck me hard and deep,” he gasped out. She was happy to oblige, pulling herself back slightly before slamming all the way back into him over and over, feeling him gasp as she hit that special spot within him with each push. Every movement she made within him pushed the strap she wore so perfectly against her clit that she felt herself rapidly becoming undone, which wouldn’t do at all. Using her strength she moved to flip them over so that Rhys was on top, thrusting upwards into him as he sat on her. Now that her hands were free she reached down to grasp his cock again, stroking it in time with her thrusts, Rhys meeting her on every stroke. Soon, Rhys groans became deeper, and he came across her chest with a roar that made her infinitely glad that she had sent their servants away. The sounds he made pushed her over the edge, and she came too, her vision going white around the edges, and she moaned in ecstasy.
When she had come down from her orgasm, Rhys was lying on her chest, and had pulled her new toy out of himself. She was content to simply lie there for several minutes, stroking her mate’s hair as he came down more slowly, bringing him back to himself. When she was satisfied that her mate could stand on his own, she led him to the bathtub in the bathroom that they shared and simply lay there together, soaking their muscles and cuddling in the water that somehow always remained warm as they watched the stars above Velaris, their home for now and always.
“Was that okay, are you okay?” she said, loathing to break the silence but wanting to make sure that her husband was satisfied and happy with what had happened.
“Feyre, that was exquisite, and I hope that my high lady wants to fuck me again any time she pleases.”
She twisted around in the bathtub so that she could kiss her mate, much more gently than before “I love you”
“I know darling, I’ve loved you from the moment I met you.” he replied, reaching a hand up to stroke her hair as she lay atop him, sharing the first quiet moment that they had had together in weeks.