SUMMARY: Azriel and Gwyn expand on their intimacy. Later, they talk about things they have and would like to experience in bed.

WARNING: NSFW

Whisked through whipping shadow and darkness, they arrived in his room.

'Make sure no one fucking comes in here or hears a damn thing,' he ordered his shadows.

Before Azriel's feet even touched the solid floor, his mouth was on hers. His body surged forward with hers wrapped around him like a second skin. Gwyn's full mouth tasting, her hips driving against his in silent demand, made it impossible for him to focus.

But if Gwyn wanted that. He kept her up with his forearm, freeing his hand to give her perfect ass a satisfying thwack. And to his astonishment, she begged for another one. Gods, this girl was going to be the damn death of him.

When they tore apart to breathe, both sharing panting gasps, she glanced at the bed. Fuck the bed. He wasn't in the mood for soft mattresses and satin sheets. From her eyes, neither was she.

Azriel's lips crashed into hers again as he carried her over, plunking her rear unceremoniously onto the corner of his desk, not caring if she was on top of important reports or not.

He broke out of the kiss long enough to seek if this was alright, gripping her chin between his fingers.

"Yes," Gwyn replied, nodding her head for emphasis, her tone breathy. "Gods, yes."

Az smiled wickedly, standing a few paces back to look at her. Those ample breasts rose and fell beneath the bulky sweater. Legs spread, dangling off the desk. Despite her lack of leathers or a robe, in his fantasy, godsdamn, she was still perfect.

"Fuck, Berdara."

Gwyn moaned her reply, her legs shifting together, seeking friction. His cock and wings twitched in return.

He prowled forward, fingers drifting over the top of her thighs and under, curling into her flesh. In one fluid motion, papers went flying as he yanked her forward to the edge.

With no preamble, his mouth settled on hers, a clash of tongue and teeth. Not a single thing was sweet. His frustration backed the kiss and was rougher than he'd normally give. But Azriel would not lie to her. He wanted Gwyn to be with him. To hold him however he came. Even when anguish and pain backed his actions. And mostly he needed Gwyn to know; despite all the shit, she made everything better.

She made him better.

The fierceness made both their lips swollen and wet. Sweet Mother, his girl, was always up for the challenge. Gwyn kissed Az back and met him press for press. Stroke for stroke. She was as ravenous and as needy for him as he was for her.

His hand coasted up her body, locating the edge of the cream wool sweater that needed to go. This time, she didn't need him to yank on the bottom. With a gasp, Gwyn hurled the shirt off so fast he couldn't blink.

A bra of azure lace was all that remained. Not what he wished to see. Azriel desired soft alabaster skin with a zodiac of freckles. He wanted to see dusky, pretty peaks tight with pleasure.

With a grunt, the shadowsinger leaned over, dragging his nose up and down between the valley of her chest as his fingers freed her gloriously full breasts from the frilly confines. Pushing the cups over until her pebbled nipples sprang. Gwyn's heart thudded heavily behind her ribs, his mouth peppering her supple skin with soft brushes of his lips. As his hands pinched and kneaded. Her body jolted, palms squeaking across the wooden surface, when his tongue laved over the turgid tips, leaving them glistening.

"You're about to make my private library fantasy come true, Gwyneth."

"Is that so?" Her throat bobbed as she watched, eyes widening as his nose grazed down her body, only stopping to dip his tongue into her navel. Azriel slowly knelt between her and spread her legs with the width of his shoulders.

"Do you remember what I told you months ago, Gwyn? How I wanted you on the edge of that fucking desk?" Her covered thighs trembled as his palms moved back and forth soothingly. "On my knees, you wide and wet before me, ready for my mouth?"

"Yes. I remember," Gwyn said, her eyes darkening into deep ocean depths as she met his ardent stare. "And I believe you told me you wanted me to drag your head between my thighs, Shadowsinger."

Azriel's fingers glided up soft ebony until he reached the stretchy band of fabric. "I did. But today?"

Gwyn placed her feet on his shoulders, allowing her enough leverage to lift her sweet little behind off the desk. He had them swiped off and tossed away in one quick action that had her snorting and lifting a brow.

"Today, I told you I'm not feeling nice ." The moment his mouth touched her inner thigh, Gwyn twitched. Az kissed and sucked so hard she probably had a mark. She moaned, her hips shifting wantonly as his mouth got higher and higher, the sweet scent that had tortured him for nearly a year so close. "I know you're not ready for me to fuck you yet, but I need a piece of you." Azriel stared up at her, his mouth a mere inch from a scrap of lace covering what he craved.

Never wavering from her gaze, he bent forward until his nose skimmed against the mesh. Tenderly, reverently, he placed a kiss at her center. Gwyn whimpered, her legs shifting on either side of his head.

He nudged against his breaths, coming out in deep, uneven groans. "I need my mouth on you."

He drove harder against her clit until she shoved back. "I want a part of me inside you."

"I want you to come on my tongue. I want to fucking taste you, Gwyn. Devour every drop of you. Do you think you can handle me?"

So he lingered, nuzzling into her sex, fingers tugging gently on her gauzy bottoms in a silent ask.

"Yes, and before you even tell me, I'll tell you if I need to stop," she pleaded in a low gasp, raising her ass again. Giving him plenty of time to draw the edge of her underwear over her leg, his tongue chasing the fabric down her inner thigh. Behind her knee. Down her long as hell calf until the underpants were thrown away.

"You're such a good girl, Gwyneth."

When Gwyn leaned back to relax, his hands went under and he held her up while his mouth settled on her. Azriel's eyes rolled in the back of his damn head, groaning in bliss at the honeyed taste of her. He'd savored her on his fingers before, but this was so much richer.

Gods, her beauty was beyond his imagination. Gwyn was a feast for all the senses. Her flesh was soft and warm against him. He loved her mewls and moans with every light flick and a swirl of his tongue. How she bucked and cried out when his tongue subtly pressured her clit, or dragged his teeth over as he nibbled.

"Gods, you're fucking soaked. You're so delicious, Gwyn. So fucking sweet," he murmured before diving in again. Gwyn let out a high-pitched whimper as he casually slid his tongue inside, thrusting, reveling in the sensual way she clenched around him, pulling him in more.

His senses told him she was close. Replacing his tongue with a finger, Azriel sank into her as he returned his attention to her clit. He listened to her breathy pants, the way her hands opened and closed, squeaking over the polished wood. A heady flush crept over her body.

"Gods, Az… I'm… "

And right before she reached the edge, he stopped.

Her teal eyes snapped open, gawking at him in disbelief.

"What in the absolute hell, Azriel?!"

His dark chuckle echoed through the room as he rose just enough to adjust his now leaking erection in his pants.

"Do you trust me, Gwyneth?" His finger sunk in and out of her drenched entrance with agonizing slowness.

Gwyn's vibrant eyes narrowed into slits, her teeth gritted. "Do I have a choice, Shadowsinger?"

"Well, I may as well stop now." When he did so, she tossed her head back, hitting the desk with a hard thump.

"No, don't you dare fucking stop, Azriel! Continue for the love of the gods. Do whatever you want. This feels so amazing."

"Trust me, Gwyn. You're going to see fucking stars, sweetheart."

When Azriel descended on her again, and she cried out. With purposeful leisure, he sucked and swirled with his tongue as his fingers plunged in and out of her body. He stopped again when she was at the brink. Gwyn whined and whimpered pitifully, giving him the evil eye as she tugged at her coppery-brown braid in frustration.

Staring down at him, the Valkyrie practically snarled. "Is two fingers enough, Shadowsinger?" He raised a black eyebrow. "I assumed from my time with your cock, you are much… bigger than two fingers." Her swollen lips twisted into a challenging smirk. "Unless I'm wrong about your," she glanced down to the twitching bulge of his pants, clicking her tongue. "Wingspan."

Azriel growled and delicately worked a third finger into her soaked sex. She cried out as her body tensed, and he stayed, letting her adjust.

"What do you think, Gwyneth? Are you going to be able to take my cock when I fuck you?"

When she was ready, his mouth lowered to savor her again, gliding his fingers in and out.

"Oh gods, please," Gwyn begged in a brief sob.

Suddenly, her creamy thighs were over his shoulders, her legs locking him in place. Her thighs quivered and shook as she shifted unbidden over his face and met his tongue and thrusts unavoidably. When her foot accidentally, or perhaps not, slid against the edge of his wing, the shadowsinger almost lost all control.

Although Azriel needed to reach down and jerk himself, his hands never wandered from the female splayed before him.

If Azriel died right there, he would die a fucking happy male.

One of her hands found her breast, while the other grabbed onto his hair, tugging it to the point of pain. Gwyn began panting, her legs crushing against his ears. His palm landed on her belly, holding her in place until he got his fill. A pink flush covered her skin as she screamed, his name bouncing off the walls. Release pulsed and flooded around his fingers and over his tongue.

Gwyn was exquisite. Precious. The fucking hottest Azriel had ever tasted in his Cauldron-damned life.

And he knew he would never grow tired of her.

And he didn't as he drank his fill before he pushed up, drawing his fingers with them, licking those clean as she watched under heavy lashes from where she collapsed against the wooden desk. Az leaned over her body, waiting for Gwyn's reaction. Good or bad, he was ready.

To his shock, she tugged him forward by the neck and kissed the shit out of him, tasting herself on his lips. His tongue. And, fuck, the fact that she did that was possibly the hottest thing ever.

Gwyn devoured his mouth as she sat up and pushed him back with a hand on his chest, scooting until she hopped off the edge of the desk. That her legs were as unsteady as a newborn fawn filled him with male pride. His wings spread.

And when she stretched back, her lips were just as glossy as his.

Reaching behind her back, her eyes never leaving him, Gwyn unclasped her bra, her heaving breasts jiggling as they settled into place. And without another word, she sank to her knees.

She was boneless.

She was mindless.

The shadowsinger was going to pay.

Those were Gwyn's fractured thoughts as she sampled herself on his clever, talented tongue. Before she decided, the best course of action was a taste of his own medicine.

Which is what brought her knees to the cool wooden floor before him.

"Gwyn," he gulped on a hard swallow. "I didn't do that because I wanted you to…"

Staring up, her fingers came to the waistband of his leathers, her fingers pulling on the ties and stays. She raised a questioning auburn brow.

"Fuck," he said, nodding.

"Words, Shadowsinger," she mocked, pressed her hand against the insistent strain against the seam.

"Yes. Fuck yes, Gwyneth."

"Good," she praised, earning a seductively low moan in reply.

Her fingers flew frantically, removing the stays from his pants. And when she curled her fingers around the top of not only his leathers but his undershorts as well, he didn't balk. In one quick tug, both were down to his ankles. His impressive length jutted straight out, hard and long. Cauldron above. Gwyn had seen him before when she'd handled him, but being this close…

How in the gods was he supposed to fit inside her mouth or otherwise?

"Gwyn?"

Her cheeks tingled as she glanced up at him. "I'm okay," she said.

"You really don't have—" Azriel's words ended on a swear as her fist wrapped firmly around the base and squeezed, her fingers not able to touch around his girth. Mother above, he was truly a sight to behold. Impressive. Enormous. Words that have yet to be invented to truly convey Azriel's essence.

Gwyn stroked him tentatively as she planted kisses on his contracting taut stomach, following the dusting of onyx hair leading between the highly defined v of his hips.

The shadowsinger met her grip with quick thrusts, his hands finding her plaited hair as she worked him over, the hard, darkened flesh pulsing and throbbing in her grasp.

Gwyn licked her lips as she tried to remember the oral pleasure scenes from her favorite books. Her eyes fixated on the leaking tip, her tongue tentatively licking the slit, tasting the pearly fluid.

Azriel barked out a curse and tugged on her braid. Her core clenched, desire pooling again. Her mouth salivated.

Who would have dreamed this would be such a turn-on?

Taking an example from one of her favorite chapters, Gwyn ran her tongue under his rigid length, following the thick vein under the shaft. She was relishing all the ways Azriel swore and shuddered, how his legs shook.

Eventually, she opened her mouth. He swore as she took him in as much as she could, twirling her tongue around as she worked down farther and farther, until… she choked and drew off.

Cauldon boil and fry her. She knew that would be a problem. Gwyn could barely brush her tongue when she cleaned her teeth without gagging. But books always made it sound so easy. And she assumed from said books that men preferred when women took them deep down their throat.

"Gwyn?" When she didn't respond, Azriel tugged her hair back, forcing her to look at him. "What's wrong?"

"I gagged." Her cheeks heated.

"Then don't go so deep."

She angled her head in question. "Don't men like when you do that? In some books I read, this seems to be universal."

Azriel's eyes were dark chips of jade and amber as he stared down at her. "Gwyneth, I am going to be fucking honest with you. No matter how you touch me. The reason I'll love it is that you have your mouth on me. Your hand is stroking me." The shadowsinger's face softened a pinch, his rugged hand cupping her cheek. "You can't do this wrong, sweetheart." His hand wrapped, covering hers still around his length, crushing them together tighter than he had as they stroked his thick shaft together.

"I love the way you stroke my cock, Gwyn. So fucking good," he ground out as she watched, mesmerized at the way he trembled in her hand. At how hot they looked, holding him as one.

Her lips twitched in a devilish half-grin. Using another suggestion from a novel, Gwyn used her thumb to smear the slippery liquid around the tip. She placed a kiss on the wide, flushed head and then took his cock back into her mouth. Gradually, she did her best to give him more, take more of him in.

Azriel must have sensed her building panic when she got as far as before, because he said, "Fuck, you're so good at sucking me, Gwyneth. Use your hands, too."

So she did. Sucking and stroking. He jerked and swore. She swirled and twisted. He thrust and yanked at her braid. And Az praised her the entire way, telling Gwyn she was the best he'd ever had. She was pretty sure that wasn't true.

His hips pushed thoughtfully into a rhythm into her mouth, careful not to go too deep. And for some reason, that brought tears to her eyes. Even when her teeth scraped gently over his hard flesh, he made her feel like she was an expert.

Perhaps Gwyn could benefit from one thing from her books. When his entire body tensed up and she knew from his trembling thighs release was not far behind, she ran a hand down his length, lightly fondling his balls.

Azriel growled out in surprise. She gripped him tighter. Licked and sucked him harder. Until he barked out a warning.

But Gwyn didn't want to pull off.

She wanted to taste. To savor him.

And she didn't have to wait long.

His hips thrust forward, hand fisting her braid. He roared out her name and shuddered, his mighty wings flaring out as his release slid over her tongue and down her throat in a salty rush. She worked him through his completion, taking everything he had to give.

Before she had time to gather herself, Azriel pulled her off onto her feet and held her tight. A fine sheen of sweat covered his light brown skin, his hazel eyes wide, and a crooked grin on his face that spoke volumes.

"You have a little something right…" he swiped at the corner of her mouth with his thumb. She grabbed his hand, pulling his thumb into her mouth sucking off the remainder of his pleasure. He choked on a laugh and groaned at the same time.

He leaned forward, resting his forehead on hers and kissing her nose.

"You are amazing, Gwyn. Absolutely fucking amazing."

And with her swollen lips, pounding heart, and wobbly legs, she felt amazing. Absolutely fucking amazing.

Gwyn didn't expect to end her day naked in bed with Azriel. Nevertheless, after some life-changing oral sex, they tucked into bed, where they stayed for the rest of the day. The House even delivered dinner. An assortment of fruits and cheeses, which they ate in bed as they chatted and joked with one another.

The entire experience during and after seemed natural. Real.

The mild soreness between Gwyn's legs served as a solid reminder of reality. Cauldron, if she was sore now, what would she be like after she had Azriel's massive…

After they'd finished dining, they laid beside each other. Gwyn on her belly, the shadowsinger on his back, the silk black sheet covering their waists. Azriel played with her hand resting between them in the giant bed. His rough fingers whisper-soft over the back of her hand. And they talked about everything and nothing. But, inevitably, considering what they'd just experienced, the conversation circled back to intimacy and sex.

"So I truly did alright?" Gwyn asked again, more vulnerable now with the cooling heat.

Az kissed the back of her hand. "I would never lie to you, Gwyn. I think it's pretty obvious I liked it." He snorted, red blooming on his cheeks. "Dare I even ask where you got the idea to go for the balls?"

Gwyn soughed, cramming her face into the pillow. Her words mumbled as she said, "A book."

"No, " he said, feigning shock. She made to hit him with the pillow, which he grabbed and tossed to the floor. "Now you don't have a pillow. Next time, think before you make your attack so obvious. Sloppy. I taught you better than that."

The redheaded Valkyrie stuck out her tongue. "I find it funny how loud you are during sex, Shadowsinger. I'm confident you spoke more then than during any previous conversation."

His lips twitched even as his eyes rolled at her ridiculous statement.

"And your mouth is truly filthy, Az."

"And you love it, Gwyneth." True.

"Do you want to know my worst oral experience, Berdara?" Nodding, she scooted closer, their bare knees touching under the blanket. "When I was a teenager, I was with an Illyrian female who literally thought you blew. So I laid there as she, quite literally, blew on me."

After laughing so loudly and hard that her cheeks hurt, Gwyn's breathing became difficult.

"I love that," he blurted, his lips quirking up.

"What?"

"Your laugh."

"Truthfully, I love yours as well, Shadowsinger. Though you don't laugh often enough."

"There is very little to be amused about." He sighed deeply, shaking off whatever forlorn feeling delved into his awareness. "Anyway, this book. I should like to thank the author for your brilliant, informed idea."

Gwyn wanted to hide her face, but considering where both their faces had previously been lodged, there was nothing more to be embarrassed about. "I actually may have a list."

His face lit up with wicked amusement. "A list? Tell me more?"

"It's just a compilation of ideas from books that I read that… piqued my interest."

"Turned you on and were curious about why?"

"Same meaning. Yes."

"I would love to see this list someday. In fact…" The shadowsinger turned his head and his dark wispy soldiers darted off.

"Don't you dare!"

Not a minute later, the cloud of inky blackness seeped under the doorway, and Azriel reached into a pocket of darkness, pulling out a very familiar pink sheet of paper.

"Nice choice of paper color for such amorous material."

Her brows slammed down. "I hate you. And your traitorous little minions."

He cleared his throat, opening up the folded sheet, mashing his lips together. She let out an exasperated groan, trying to hide her face.

"Cataloged. Novel names. Page numbers. Quotes. And you numbered them. I'm impressed by your precision, Berdara."

"Oh, I'm sure you are," she scoffed.

Reaching over to his bedside table, Azriel grabbed a pen, making marks on the page.

"What are you doing?"

"Checking off boxes," He said, peering over to her. "We've done some of these already." He winked and she couldn't hide her smile.

As he read over the fifty or so she'd compiled over her adventure into smutdom, he hummed or tsked as if rating them himself.

She huffed a sigh, her cheek resting on her forearm as she regarded him. His shadows ran cooly over her bare shoulders, causing shivers in their wake.

"I'm sure all of my desires are pretty standard for a male who is over five hundred. You've probably done everything." Holy gods, had she just said that aloud? That was a fear Gwyn buried low, pushed to her toes. The fear of not being enough for someone who had so much experience in bed.

As if he heard her churning mind, the shadowsinger glanced over at her.

"I'm sure you've done all of those things and more, Azriel."

He lifted and dropped a casual shoulder. "I have. Does not mean the experience was a good one, though. Sometimes, despite the act, the partner makes the difference."

"I've bet you've had many partners."

"I've taken lovers over the years."

"Females?"

"Yes."

"Plural?"

"If you mean over the years, yes. At the same time? There have been occasions for plurality."

She nibbled her lower lip. "Men?"

He shrugged again, indifferent. "Berdara, I've tried everything ." He ran an irritable hand through his messy onyx locks before peering over at her with caution. "Does that bother you?"

"I… Yes? No? I mean, I will not shame or condemn you for choices you made over your entire lifespan, Shadowsinger. Sexual experiences can be shared with whomever you choose. But, I'm experiencing all these firsts and they are not yours. Perhaps this all lands on my jealousy."

His lips curved into a heartbreakingly soft smile. "There's one I have not had the pleasure of doing yet and I fully intend for you to be my first. If you'll have me, that is."

A fluttery feeling low in her belly accompanied her gasp. "And what would that be?"

"I'll tell you when we get there, Gwyn." He smirked, and she playfully swatted his arm.

Gwyn watched as he skimmed her literal to-do list, her face growing hotter and hotter the farther he worked down the list. The last few novels she'd read were different. Hotter. Dirtier. And there were a few things in the last one, highly unusual things, that had her lips and legs parting under the blankets.

And she noticed when he read that part. His eyes widened, and then he laughed in a dark tone.

"Well, this is surprising."

As he rolled onto his side, paper in one hand, his other hand settled on her upper back, running down the stretch of her in soothing circles.

"What's surprising?" Gwyn asked, as his fingers massaged her muscles. "House, take that paper away from him this instant, please!" The House did no such thing. Unfaithful house.

"Number forty-nine." Azriel cleared his throat as his fingers skirted lower and lower, following the curve of her spine. " His fingers disappeared between the globes of her heart-shaped backside. She liked when he took her there…"

His palm slid under the silky black sheets. Her eyes shot wide when his hand ghosted over the curve of her ass.

"Very interesting, ideas, Gwyn. That's pretty advanced," he crooned, his palm kneading tight circles over her firm cheek. "But if you are excited about that adventure one day, I'm all in."

Gwyn snorted, lifting her rear to meet his hand, and rewarded with a smack that had her yelping and glaring at his roguishly beautiful face.

"I'm sure you are, Shadowsinger."

Hope you enjoyed it! This was a *big* step for these two leading up to the ultimate step in the next two chapters. 😊

Also, Az's experience with the blowjob he relays to Gwyn? Based on a real-life experience that happened to one of my guy friends. Just trying to keep this real. And like Gwyn, I feel there is an awful lot of deep throating in smut. Cheers to all the girls and guys who can't and still get the job done!