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Feyre came home to an electricity in the air. She had been on a late afternoon run, and her hair stuck to her face when she walked into the living room. She looked into the eyes of her 5 closest friends, and a shudder went down her spine that she couldn't explain.
"Come. Sit Feyre." Morrigan said to sweet to be anything but dangerous.
Amren stood and surveyed the group. "Feyre, know that I am equally mad as every other member of the Night Court. However, though you are healed enough for the rest of them to teach you their lessons, mine will wait." With that, the ancient one swept out of the room.
Feyre gulped audibly. Every ounce of strength and training leaving her at the sight of her loved ones rage. "Uhm...she was just kidding right? About punishment? I mean I know I-" she was cut off by a stinging on her face. Mor had slapped her. Morrigan slapped her. The thought bounced around her head, the pain was minor, the force had been restrained. But the idea...conflicting with everything she knew about her friend. Everything she knew about being high lady. It brought tears to her eyes as her worldview flipped. She didn't have time to look at Rhys. Mor grabbed her chin and forced eye contact. "You don't get to talk yet. You did all the talking I need to hear to Hybern. To Tamlin." The names were growls in her stomach. Mor released her, only for the Shadowsinger to jerk her head the opposite way. She hadn't even noticed him move to her other side.
He spoke calmly. But Goosebumps raised at the icy rage in his voice. The tone that promised no mercy. She had never had this side of Azriel aimed at her. "We waited patiently for our chance to show you how we felt about your little...plan." His eyes raked her up and down with the word. Disdain on his mouth as his lips turned up slightly on the right side. "Tonight. You take our punishments. You say thank you. You do not complain. And when the sun rises, you will be forgiven." He cupped her cheek gently at the last word. The cheek still stinging from Mor's slap.
Feyre nodded. Submission sinking into her mind at the Shadowsinger's tone. And the belief that she deserved this. She deserved the pain. She tensed and closed her eyes waiting for the next slap. After an endless amount of waiting she peeked them open. Amusement on Azriel's face. Amusement on everyone's face.
"Feyre, dearest, slaps are not the primary form of punishment tonight." This time Cassian's voice, husky and breathy, came from inches behind her ear. She gasped and turned around. Cassian siezed the opportunity, grabbing her neck with one hand and her ass with the other he crushed his mouth to hers. Picking her up at the same time and turning her around so she was fully facing him. Her knees pushing against the back of the couch as her head was pulled upwards into the generals. His tongue forced it's way into hers. He gulped in her sounds of protest like they were breaths of life. She heard a ripping sound distantly, something cold touching her spine and making her shiver. Then two mouths were on her nipples. She realized Azriel must have cut her shirt off. The truth teller being used for such a vulgar purpose brought a blush to her neck that she couldn't hide.
Oh darling you are beautiful like that. Her mates dark voice sounded in her mind. She tried to whirl around. To face him where she last remembered seeing him on the chair across the room. But Cassian bit her lip, drawing blood. Pulling her hair as he growled at her. "You. Are. To. Take. Your. Punishment." He punctuated the words with bites up and down her throat. Still keeping her head immobilized and unable to look at her mate. Then Cassian's mouth was off her. She felt cold drying his saliva on her skin as he looked down at her. A sneer making him look so much meaner than she remembered him. "What? You think your precious mate can save you? Think he isn't enjoying watching us teach you how valuable your life is? He cannot save you from this, High Lady." The words brought tears to her eyes. An embarrassing reminder that she deserved this. She was a poor High Lady, making her court suffer in her absence. She nodded, Cassian loosening his grip on her just enough to allow it.
"Ah, there's the good girl I knew you could be." Azriel's words made her already dripping pussy gush a fresh wave. He pulled her roughly down towards him, towards the couch until she was flat on her back. He pounced up so he was now straddling her around her ribs. She felt his hard cock pressed through his leathers into her sternum.
"Ahhh Az!" she yelled in surprise, but he shushed her putting his finger on her mouth, and then pushing it in. She sucked it lightly, and he hummed approval. She felt her pants pulled off of her, but she couldn't see around the Shadowsinger to see who had done it. She was sure Rhys was still in the chair watching, but she didn't dare risk a glace. Not with Az staring at her with a furious hunger in his expression.
"You see...High Lady" the term a caress in his mouth that rivaled the tightness in her chest as he squeezed his thighs together, caging her in even tighter. "It was entirely" he leaned in, his mouth ghosting so close to hers she was breathing in his hot breath when she inhaled shakily. "unacceptable" with the dark tone he brushed the flat side of his blade down her cheek "for my High Lady" He sat up, the distance offering relief for a second before she processed what his hands were doing. Pulling his thick length out of his pants he looked at her mouth with intention. "To protect me." He growled the last word, pushing himself into her mouth as if to emphasize the point. At the same time she felt a tongue licking her wet core. She tried to gasp but choked.
"Take it. You know you deserve it." He put his hand behind her neck, making it easier for her to get the right angle. Then he thrust his hips in fucking her throat. She still wasn't sure who was licking her pussy with gusto and the thought unraveled her. She tried to look around, and felt a gentle slap on her face. Stinging making her look back at Az.
"Eyes here Lady. You are learning my lesson right now." Az fucked her throat mercilessly, and someone else licked her, fucking into her, and then withdrawing to draw circles around her clit. She tried to bob her head, but Az's fucking was too rough for her to move properly. She surrendered and didn't look away again as her eyes teared and she stared into the spymasters black depths.
"You will not come. Don't make me angrier." Each word was punctuated with a rough push into her throat, his hand pulling her head forward to the base of him each time. She tried to nod but it just made her choke more, throat seizing around the massive invasion. Hot cum rushed down her throat, Azriel holding her there for minutes afterwards. Letting his cock soften in her mouth. Feeling her swallow every single drop down. He wiped the tears from his face, his movements were soft but there was no gentleness in his face. His eyes looked predatory. Like a tiger watching an injured doe. preparing to pounce.
When he pulled his cock out, her mouth hung slightly open. Her jaw unable to recover from being forced open for so long.
"Your turn, brother."
"Well Feyre, sweet, it would appear we are all rather interested in your mouth tonight. It's only fair. It is what you used to leave us." Azriel had slowly climbed off of her. Choosing to fully remove his pants, rather than pull them back up. Her subconscious raised alarm bells at the observation, but her mind could only focus on Cassian's eyes. As he looked up at her from his place, head between her legs mouth slick with her juices.
"I however, have more, new tasks for that lying little tongue of yours." He thrust a finger into her roughly after that.
"Morrigan." Cassian eyes her expectantly. The tiny fae wasted no time hiking her dress up above her hips, and walking over to Feyre's head. She smiled slyly as she placed one knee on either side of Feyre's head, and sank down. Feyre opened her mouth in surprise, immediately tasting the blonde with the action. She tasted delicious. Musty and sweet at the same time. Feyre lapped into her on instinct, trying to find the source of the nectar in her mouth. Cassian chuckled. "Good girl Feyre darling. Show Morrigan how sorry you are. Like you" He withdrew his finger and thrust two in harshly "mean it" he added as she shook with the extra digit. She could feel an orgasm building. She knew distantly she shouldn't. Knew she wasn't supposed to. But she couldn't help it. This was all too much. She'd never done anything like this before. And she could still feel Rhys watching her. Enjoying it. She bucked her hips against Cassian, her body taking what it needed of it's own accord.
A slap to her ass was so loud she heard it before she felt it. Then the mouth and fingers were gone. The only thing left touching her was Morrigan. Her soft lips thrusting against Feyre's mouth, her clit rubbing onto her nose.
"No cumming" Cassian barked, lifting her up by the knees to spank her other cheek.
Her body rebelled against the lack of friction at her core. Her knees trying to come together, fruitlessly as Cassian held her knees down. "Say it Feyre" And Morrigan lifted herself just enough. Feyre gasped for breath trying to steady herself in the brief moment of peace. Another slap, this time on her thigh. "N-No Cumming. I won't come." she said breathless. Morrigan sat back down, chasing her own pleasure on Feyre's tongue. Cassian did not resume licking her, and she wondered if he had finished his punishment. She didn't wonder long though, before she felt the tip of a large cock pushing against her entrance.
Cassian fucked her mercilessly. Mor rode her the whole time. Sometimes Azriel flicked and nipped at her breasts. Rhys was shockingly distant through the whole ordeal.
She started begging to cum after Cassian finished inside her, and Mor had satiated herself with her third orgasm rolling off Feyre and onto the ground. Cassian continued fucking his cum into her deeper. He hadn't even gone soft. Overstimulation made her cry, and then she couldn't stop. Sobs racked through her as she begged them to let her cum. Then Azriel was back. His cock sliding up and down against her wetness. Lubing himself up.
"Now now, what kind of punishment would that be?" Her eyes flew open at the statment. Shock covering her face. Did he mean... was he not going to let her finish tonight...at all?!?! She opened her mouth to beg again but the Shadowsinger was ready. He shoved his fingers into her mouth at the same time he shoved his cock into her swollen sore pussy. The wet sounds embarrassing her as he moved in the combination of her and Cassian's fluids. "I don't like to repeat myself. Take your punishment. But you can cry if you want, I like that." His cock twitched in her as he leaned down licking her tears.
So she did. She cried and cried as she was brought to the edge, and then taken back over and over. She lost count of how many times. Of who's turn it was with her. Sometimes she had two cocks in her, fucking her from both sides. Sometimes she felt endless mouths working their way up and down her body like it was their sacred duty to explore every inch of her. She shuddered as Azriel bit an area already bruised and drew blood, pleased with himself he spent minutes licking the wound, pushing into her slowly. Like he had all the time in the world.
She groped Morrigan without being told. Massaging her breasts and playing with her nipples as everyone in the room watched. She leaned forward, capturing one in her mouth and sucking gently. Mo shifted, straddling Feyre's thigh. Mor began rubbing herself against Feyre's leg, chasing pleasure. Feyre sucked her breasts intensely, alternating until Mor screamed with release. As the sun rose, Feyre realized the fucking had gradually stopped. Slowed and slowed until they were just cuddling. She ached with need, her pussy clenching on air wishing to be full. But she felt good. Content she would be forgiven. Finally, her mate stood. Stalking over to her he picked her up and took her to the room. He laid her down and stared at her. The purple eyes making her squirm as she wondered what he was thinking about.
Then images in her mind. Images of her, being shared amongst his closest three friends. Being punished. Crying, begging for release.
"Now Feyre darling, you get to come for me."
She felt her walls clench at the words, and in an instant he was naked, cock entering her in one sudden thrust. She came in an instant, screaming so loudly she knew everyone had heard. She only hoped they had forgiven her.