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vulpes-fennec · 11 months

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Summary: A birchin sounded like a good idea to Elain...that is, until she finds Lucien Vanserra already occupying it in nothing but a towel.

This was inspired after seeing @krem-does-stuff's amazingly HOT art of Lucien (NSFW version here) | Read on AO3

WARNINGS: SMUT

“Achoo!” A loud sneeze tore out of Elain’s lithe body. Being sick had reverted her back to human-level senses, which was absolutely abysmal. At least her particularly violent sneeze cleared her nose a bit. Elain sniffled, wiping her nose with a handkerchief.

Elain had been fine, two days ago, when she and her sisters visited their father’s headstone. Now, she felt like she was at death’s door. She couldn’t smell anything. Her ears felt clogged. She sneezed every other minute, and had curled up into a ball under thick blankets in hopes of feeling warm again.

Gods, she had carried Nyx for a good portion of the outing. Elain was nearly in tears when she informed Feyre and Rhys of her illness, so afraid was she of passing the sickness unto her newborn nephew.

“Don’t you worry, Elain. Nyx will be fine,” Feyre had repeatedly told her. “Fae children are far more resilient than human babies.” After Feyre’s assurances calmed her down, Elain only hoped she would recover in time for Nesta and Cassian’s mating ceremony next week.

Aside from her sickness, another reason Elain was holed up in her room was because Lucien Vanserra was visiting with new reports. The Winter Solstice had been the last time her mate had visited Velaris. What was Lucien up to outside of emissary duties? Elain could hardly say. If her mate inquired about her, Elain wasn’t aware of it either. Every other day, she half-wondered if Lucien’s prolonged distance was because he knew of what happened between her and Azriel during Solstice.

Not that it mattered. She had barely acknowledged the shadowsinger in the months since, the hurt of being called “a mistake” still raw in her heart. Graysen had offered her his hand, then rejected her. Azriel had given her a beautiful necklace, then rescinded his kiss.

Two rejections in a row.

Men—males—truly sucked. Elain didn’t have much faith in “third time being the charm” with Lucien…no matter how many times her thoughts lingered on the handsome cut of his jaw, the striking slash of his scar, and the brilliance of his long hair over the last few months. She reminded herself that she barely knew Lucien, and he seemed content to keep it that way given how far away he stayed.

Elain shivered more violently, her body racked with chills. At that moment, her eye caught the newly-built birchin in the budding River House garden. The wooden structure beckoned her, promising hot air that would clear her congestion and warm her up in no time.

Chills were her body’s way of fighting fever, but Elain’s muscles and joints were aching so, so painfully. She glanced out the window again. A brief respite from the suffering wouldn’t hurt her, right? Elain clambered out of bed, wrapping a shawl around herself.

Surely Lucien would have left already—it had been two hours. The River House was utterly silent when she opened the bedroom door. She ventured down the hall on tip-toes, avoiding the route that would take her past Rhys and Feyre’s study. Elain exhaled a sigh of relief when she made it to the garden without seeing that tell-tale flash of red hair.

With its quaint size, thick wooden panels, and steam drifting from the small chimney in its thatched roof, the birchin was the most inviting thing she had ever seen. Elain stepped through and she sighed contentedly, the warm embrace of the air already working magic on her chills.

It was dim inside, for the only light came in from small glazed windows on the roof. There wasn’t much she could see in front of her. Elain had never been inside a birchin before, but vaguely recalled Feyre saying nudity was necessary for the optimal experience. So she took off her shoes, placed her wool shawl on the bench, and fumbled with the buttons of her linen dress in the low light.

Elain turned her head around furtively, a casual act that was second nature before taking off her undergarments, and froze. Her sharp gasp came half a second later.

Lucien Vanserra was in the birchin, utterly naked save for a towel draped over his lap.

Elain whirled around fully, her eyes adjusting well enough to take in tousled Lucien’s hair. How could she have missed it earlier? Shoulder length strands hung loose, glowing orange like hot coals. Lucien sat on the stone bench at the opposite wall, his broad shoulders elegantly slanted as he leaned back on one hand. Another noise of surprise slipped out of Elain’s mouth when she glimpsed the sculpted lines of Lucien’s chest on full display.

A corner of Lucien’s full mouth curved upwards slowly, his mismatched eyes shamelessly drinking in what was in front of him.

“Please, don’t stop on my account,” her mate chuckled lowly.

“Y-you!” Elain sputtered, backing up until the backs of her knees hit her bench. Her heart pounded. “How long have you been in here?”

Lucien shrugged irreverently, his foxy smile deepening.

“Only a couple minutes. How kind of you to join me today.” He’d always spoken to her in a reserved tone, but today, his voice had taken on a sarcastic edge. Was this Lucien’s true personality?

“You need to leave.” Elain crossed her arms across her chest. She was still wearing a plain white pair of panties, and a strappy undershirt over her lilac bra, but she might as well be naked. Lucien was actually naked. She felt faint, like she couldn’t quite catch her breath at how much of his alluring brown skin was exposed.

“I don’t recall this being your house,” Lucien raised an eyebrow. His arrogant expression grew more infuriatingly beautiful with each passing second. “Besides, I was here first.”

“I am sick,” Elain shot back, “and I require some time in the birchin to recuperate.”

A brief expression of concern flashed across her mate’s handsome face, before being replaced by a gleaming smile. It was all teeth, no friendliness to be found. It was a struggle to maintain eye contact with the male, especially when his form invited attention elsewhere.

“Well, maybe you need to learn to share,” Lucien retorted, gesturing with his free hand. “There’s plenty of space in here. Make yourself comfortable.”

Elain glared at him with all the heat she could muster in her sickly state. To put her clothes on and walk out would be admitting defeat. She needed the birchin, and would not be made to leave! Besides, part of her was intrigued by the brazen attitude that seemed so far removed from the reserved, polite courtier she knew. So Elain stubbornly sat down.

Lucien’s eyes gleamed with no small satisfaction.

“You are a pervert,” Elain accused, “watching a lady undress from the shadows. You wouldn’t have said anything until I caught you.”

Lucien snorted. “When you walked in, you looked directly at me and began to undress, no? You also should have been able to scent me before you even entered the birchin. All signs pointed to your enthusiasm—”

“Do not put this on me,” Elain snapped. “It is dark in here, and you know it. And must I remind you again that I am sick? My senses are dulled…besides. How vain of you to assume I would know your scent—because I don’t.”

That was a lie. She knew Lucien’s scent like the back of her hand, with the notes of crisp apple and sun-warmed skin that lingered in her memory long after they faded from the jacket he’d given her.

Lucien smirked, “if you’re unfamiliar with it, you could come closer to find out.”

Elain’s heart skipped a beat. No male had ever been so forwardly flirtatious with her before. Perhaps Lucien had fallen ill himself, if he was acting like this.

“I am perfectly fine where I’m at,” she muttered, scooching until her back leaned against the warm panels.

“Suit yourself.” Lucien stretched his arms up slowly, breathing in deeply. Elain’s wide brown eyes followed his every movement, entranced by the fluidity of muscles and brown skin.

Lucien shifted to the side and propped a leg up on the bench, revealing a chiseled calf and length of muscled thigh. Elain held her breath when the towel over his lap moved accordingly.

It was a dangerously small towel. The edge of it had slipped slightly, revealing a thin trail of hair that extended from his navel past the hem. If she had just sat one more foot to the right, she might be able to see…to see—Elain’s blood thundered in her ears. She realized a split second later she was holding her breath in anticipation.

Lucien laughed softly, and Elain tore her eyes up from his lap to meet his mirthful gaze. The roaring in her head only grew louder when she realized he had adjusted his position on purpose. Cauldron boil and fry her.

“Lech.”

“You seem to enjoy it.” Her mate inclined his head, russet and gold eyes glittering with amusement. Elain met his gaze with equal parts challenge and indignation. Unfortunately, it became the perfect opportunity to notice how the scars running down the left side of his face were a shade paler than his brown skin. The raised marks were so brutally beautiful that Elain’s breath hitched slightly.

It was only now that Elain realized her chills had evaporated, thanks to a combination of the birchin’s temperature and the growing tension between her and Lucien. For her mate sat across the all-too-small birchin with the casual grace of a god, all sharp lines and powerful stillness.

Having never seen Lucien shirtless before, Elain absent-mindedly chewed her bottom lip as she drank in the rounded biceps, corded forearms, and chiseled abdomen. To think those muscles had been hiding under fine clothes the entire time!

She wondered if Lucien had ever considered unbuttoning the top three buttons of his shirts come summer. The style would expose a nice patch of his chest for her appreciation. And he had to be training regularly to maintain such a physique…her mouth watered at the thought of his powerful thighs flexing and pumping as he exercised.

Elain’s attention was drawn to Lucien’s chest rising and falling more deeply, his nostrils flaring. Her arousal. He could scent it. Fuck. Her cheeks grew hot.

“Do you mind?” he grinned at her again, sharp teeth gleaming. “Who’s the pervert now?”

“I think you need to get your nose checked,” Elain bit back, feigning nonchalance even though all she wanted to do was run her hands across his bare chest. “Because I don’t feel anything for you.”

From the moment she stepped into the birchin, Lucien sought to fluster her. Two could play this game: Elain was determined to gain the upper hand. Her fingers shook slightly—this time from nerves—as she tugged her strappy undershirt off. Would Lucien like what he saw? Her pale stomach, her small breasts?

From the way his russet eye darkened, he certainly did.

“Is that so?” Lucien murmured, his eyes trailing down her body with blatant hunger. “The removal of clothing usually precedes…other…activities.”

“Don’t be silly. I’ve just b-been feeling a bit—a bit h-h-hot,” Elain stuttered as Lucien spread his thighs a tad wider. Gods, when was that towel going to fall off?

It was half-true. Small beads of perspiration were now forming at her temples, mugging her exposed skin. The air was also visibly shimmered from the heat. Perhaps staying in the birchin for a prolonged period of time was messing with her good sense.

Elain leaned back, quietly observing her mate. He mirrored her as well, blinking slowly with a satisfied twitch of his lips. The flame of desire in his eyes tingled her skin with anticipatory goosebumps as his gaze traveled down her body.

With a discreet sniffle, Elain’s nasal passages finally cleared up. Lucien’s arousal hit her like a tidal wave. Oh fuck. The musky scent, mixed with his signature warmth, brought forth a series of reprehensible urges. How the hell did Lucien still sit there, all nonchalant, even after scenting her arousal? Elain was ready to jump his bones after one whiff of his. Wanted to lick the gleaming rivulet of sweat on the side of his throat, wrap her legs around his sculpted waist, and nip the tip of his pointed ear.

The Mother herself would blush at Elain’s unholy thoughts.

She needed to see Lucien more visibly affected. Perhaps more drastic measures were needed to elicit a stronger reaction from him. Elain had never been particularly skilled in the arts of seduction, having relied on proper courting behaviors with Graysen and the other human men. But she had to try.

Praying she didn’t look like a fool, Elain slipped a bra strap off her shoulder.

Lucien blinked rapidly, straightening with renewed alertness.

Elain slowly moved the other strap down, fluttering her eyelashes for an added measure. She paused her fingers before she unclasped the hook.

Lucien growled, almost inaudibly.

Elain unhooked her bra but didn’t remove it yet.

“Don’t be a tease.” His voice was nearly guttural.

“You think that’s teasing?” It was Elain’s turn to smile as she dropped the garment. Lucien’s loud groan at the sight of her bare breasts thrilled her with its brazenness. “Just wait.”

She had lifted those lines straight from a smutty book, but if Lucien found them cheesy, he did not show it. Elain trailed a hand up her stomach, up the valley of her breasts, around their curves. She squeezed the soft mounds and sighed, like she always did in the privacy of her own room. Except now, she was putting on a show for Lucien.

A male she hardly knew. Yet, the sheer reverence in his eyes and the sensual parting of his mouth made it seem as if they’d been intimate many times before. Elain felt no oily shame in expressing herself like this—in fact, his smoldering expression only emboldened her to show all the parts she’d hid away before.

“Yes.” Lucien’s voice was little more than a low rumble. “Touch yourself for me.”

Elain tipped her head back, exposing her smooth throat slightly, and let out a moan. Lucien’s golden eye turned molten at the sound. He ran his tongue over his lips.

“Fuck,” Lucien growled. “How rude of me, to only watch and not offer anything in return.” He reached for the towel in his lap, slow enough for Elain to deny him if she wanted. Elain’s heart cracked a little at how Lucien held himself back. As if he did so because of all the times she’d spurned him before.

So she reached deep within her, to where that golden thread lay coiled around her, and sent a small pulse of encouragement. A willing signal to her mate.

The towel was fully off now.

Elain’s doe eyes widened into saucers. The v-shaped grooves of Lucien’s hips narrowed into a trimmed thatch of red hair, and then a fully erect cock. Her mate leaned back, running his thumb over his cock’s rounded head, swiping the glistening precum.

Her mouth parted slightly, when she realized his already large hand did not quite cover the entire length of his shaft as he moved his fist up and down. Gods…he was truly beautiful.

It was hard to believe that this wasn’t a dream. hHer mate, sitting mere feet away from her, was stroking his cock while watching her. Slowly, luxuriously, as if he had all the time in the world to do this. And she was the reason for his arousal. Wetness pooled at Elain’s core, dampening her underwear.

She’d gotten Lucien to groan and swear. Had seen him entirely naked. Had him pleasuring himself to her. But Elain still selfishly wanted one thing: to hear her name on his lips. Elain shoved down her pride and got up, quickly crossing the distance between them before she could change her mind.

Lucien’s brows raised in surprise when she stopped a half-step away from him, brown curls cascading over her breasts, her cheeks flushed prettily. Elain glanced down at his cock and swallowed nervously. Later. She could touch him later. Right now, she wanted Lucien to say her name.

“Come here,” Lucien murmured, his voice soft. Elain didn’t move, so he reached out, his large hands encircling her waist. She shivered at her mate’s solid touch, the small circles he rubbed with his thumbs making her impossibly heady.

“This could be part of my grand plan to get you sick,” she said breathily, her knees weak.

“Mmmm, well aren’t you being cruel?” Lucien’s fingers hooked her panties at the hip and gently tugged her closer. “I don’t think I would mind.” His finger brushed her slit through the fabric of her underwear.

“You’re so wet for me.” Lucien sounded a bit dazed now, as if he couldn’t believe he was touching her. Elain blushed. “Come here, Elain,” Lucien said again.

That was the final straw. Elain obligingly lowered herself then, spreading her legs to straddle Lucien’s muscular thighs. Lucien’s erect cock rested against her bare stomach, precum smearing across her skin. But she didn’t mind, instead, she snaked her arms around his neck to pull closer.

Elain found herself having to look up at Lucien’s chiseled features, the charged mix of emotions in his russet eye. “I want to kiss you,” she breathed, her rosebud mouth just inches away from his. “I want to kiss you, Lucien.”

Her mate shuddered underneath Elain when she uttered his name.

“Who am I to deny you, my lady?”

Their kiss, fraught with years’ worth of longing and built-up tension, was the release Elain never knew she needed until now. It was like coming home at last. She let out a small noise—a mixture between a sob and a moan—and pushed up against him for another one.

“Shit, Elain,” Lucien groaned. “Your mouth...gods help me.” He pulled her closer by wrapping an arm around her, fingers grazing the underside of her breast. His other hand supported the back of her head, tilting her up to kiss him better.

Elain only threaded her fingers through his silky locks, shifting her hips rhythmically to grind against his thigh in response. The noise Lucien made was unapologetically obscene.

She felt like she was burning up now, the birchin’s steam and the little breaths they shared blurring the passage of time. How many times did she kiss him, did his hands brush her body sweetly? Elain couldn’t remember. She arched her back, brushing her peaked nipples against his broad chest. They both groaned.

Her core tightened deliciously, like a band ready to snap.

“Elain,” Lucien rasped, pulling away. Elain ignored him, trying to meld herself to the heat of his body.

“I want you, Lucien,” she mumbled, rolling her hips against him. “Please…I’m so close.” Elain craned her neck up and made a disappointed noise when her lips failed to find his.

“Elain, Elain,” Lucien repeated, his hands tightening around her waist with some urgency.

The fact that he wasn’t kissing her anymore was like a splash of cold water on her face. “I’m sorry.” Elain stopped, disentangling her arms from his neck. She braced herself for rejection again.

“No, don’t be.” Lucien’s face was pained, his breathing still a bit ragged. Color had stained his high cheekbones, his mouth now swollen from her kisses. He still held her in his lap, a bit possessively, and Elain took some comfort in that fact.

“Believe me…I want to keep going. But our first time shouldn’t be in a birchin.”

Elain’s heart quickened, the reality of their situation sinking in. Gods, what was she doing? She had stripped until nearly naked, and proceeded to ride Lucien’s thigh in the River House birchin, of all places.

His cock grazing her navel was considerably larger than Graysen’s, yet…Lucien seemed to have full confidence that it would fit. Her core tightened again at the possibility of what he intended to do with her.

“I was so close,” was all Elain could say ruefully, still staring down at her mate’s cock.

Lucien tilted her chin up. “I know, Elain,” he replied, voice laced with remorse. “But…soon.” His long fingers absent-mindedly trailed up and down her waist, sending tingles down Elain’s spine.

“You’re not helping,” she said faintly. Lucien’s hands regretfully stopped moving.

“Sorry, sweet pea.” Sweet pea. Her heart swelled at Lucien’s pet name for her.

“Will…will you be at Nesta and Cassian’s mating ceremony?” Elain asked after a moment’s hesitation. “What…what about then?”

“Is my lady inviting me to her bed?” Lucien teased with a roguish grin. “Or do you wish for me to take you in a more unconventional location?”

“Don’t be so scandalous.” Elain scrunched her nose at him.

“And riding me in a birchin isn’t? My, my, I look forward to seeing what you consider scandalous.” Elain grumbled with annoyance and tried to shove his shoulder, but Lucien quickly caught her hand and pressed a chaste kiss against her inner wrist. His soft smile was like the sun breaking through rain clouds. “I’m a flexible male. We’ll continue our fun next week.”

#elucien #elucien smut #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elain x lucien #acotar #acotar fanfic

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zenkindoflove · 1 month

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10 desperately

For Elucien, but like, not an established relationship.

10...desperately.

Okay, Anon. This one got smutty. I mean, I read desperately and that's where my brain went. So this is very NSFW.

10…desperately

Elain closed her bedroom door, taking her first deep breath of the day.

He was here, of course. And because he was here, that meant that her body was not her own. Her nose could always pick up his scent, even when he was in the adjacent room. Her eyes always found him, trailing over his lean frame, noticing how nicely his pants fit him. And her ears could hear the consistent beating of his heart, thud thud, thud thud, thud thud.

It also meant that a more primal possession controlled her emotions. The part of her that ached for his touch.

She ignored it, of course. It was improper and senseless. Her mate was still a stranger to her, and despite the call of the mating bond, Elain was determined to maintain some of her dignity.

An entire day of ignoring her instincts left her sore and sensitive. As she slipped on her nightgown, the brush of the fabric against her nipples infused a whimper in her throat. She squeezed her core, her sex tingling with desire. It had been like this since she was Made. As a human, she remembered having a libido, but whether it was being a Fae or the mating bond, Elain found that her sexual hunger could be insatiable at times. Lucien usually had the good sense to not stay the night, and she was able to take care of her needs without him in the house. However, tonight she had heard him agree to Feyre’s offer, citing that he had a little too much to drink.

She could still hear his heart beating through the wall. He was put in the room down the hall, and if she listened close enough, she was sure she could hear his feet rustling against the floor as he got ready for bed.

She slid under her covers, keeping her hands over the comforter. She closed her eyes, laying on her side, squeezing her thighs tightly together. She could ignore this. She could fall asleep.

Her thoughts drifted as she laid there. She thought about what Lucien could be doing at that very moment. Was he lying in bed as well? Did he sleep in pajamas, or just sleep pants? Maybe he wore nothing to bed at all. Maybe beneath his sheets, he was hard, his cock aching to be touched like her pussy ached now. Maybe he ran his hand over himself, rubbing his palm against his shaft once to try and relieve some of the pressure.

Elain rolled over on her stomach, pulling her top sheet around her and bunching it up underneath. She grinded her mound against it, seeking pressure on her throbbing clit. She knew that this alone wasn’t enough to fully satisfy her, but maybe she could soothe the growing need. Chase it away, at least until morning. She thought of Lucien. She had never seen his body, but she had a fantasy in her mind of what he would look like. She rocked her hips, biting her lip as the little release of pleasure only built her growing momentum. It seemed to only make her hunger worse. She groaned, rolling on her back as she stared up at the ceiling.

She felt something new. Some new desire filled her chest. It was raw and jagged. It sunk its teeth into her and she purred, letting the new sensation stroke her up and down. Up and down, and then Elain realized, this desire was not her own. She popped her eyes open in surprise, as she pieced together what was happening. She was feeling Lucien’s arousal down the bond. And he was…taking care of himself.

It was still her imagination, but she could see him more clearly now. He was naked, lying on his back in bed, stroking his erection in his fist, his head thrown back with his eyes closed shut.

Elain bunched the bottom of her nightgown in her fists, pulling it up and over her breasts. She usually didn’t wear underwear to bed, and she immediately slid her fingers through her folds. She was soaking wet, her day-long arousal making her slick and ready. She explored first, feeling how swollen she had become, toying with her entrance as she tweaked one of her nipples, until she focused on the spot that she knew would take her all the way. She rubbed her clit slowly, more than familiar now with how much pressure and speed she needed. She could make this quick. If she could feel him, she knew he would be able to feel her. It terrified and excited her all at once.

It was different this time. It felt like she had an audience, and it made her even more sensitive. She stroked her clit faster and faster, already a surge building inside of her. She could feel Lucien peaking too, his energy ferocious and needy. But just as she approached the edge of oblivion, she suddenly hit a wall. Her acceleration stopped and she petered out.

“No,” she whined, and she tore her nightgown over her head. She still ached, having the distinct need to be filled, and filled by something big. Something that was just on the other side of the bond, still edging on the brink.

She felt desperate. She knew she wasn’t thinking straight, but she had been dealing with all of this on her own for two, long, excruciating years. Her body was not her own as it tugged on the bond.

Lucien winnowed in front of her bed in an instant, completely naked. His eyes trailed over her body, drinking her in before he prowled forward on his hands and knees across the bed. His body was even better than she imagined. All lean muscles and broad, thick shoulders and biceps. Elain held her breath as he hovered over her, and she darted her sight down, taking in that thick cock that stood in attention against his flat abs. He didn’t speak, and he didn’t touch her, as he waited for her to make the first move.

She snatched him by the back of his head and pulled his face down to kiss him. She poured her desperation into that kiss. The need for him that never stopped bleeding. The pain of her own stubbornness, of her fear and her reluctance. How she couldn’t bring herself to think of what a first step might be. What knowing him would do to her. How she understood that after just one touch, she would be his forever. How she kept herself at a distance, not ready for forever yet.

But oh, she had to be ready now, didn’t she?

Her kiss was a signal for Lucien to finally let go. He kissed her with tongue, diving and lapping at hers, showing her exactly what the promise of his body held. His mouth never left hers as he slid his fingers through her slit, picking up where she left off as he circled her clit until she clung to his shoulders, and he swallowed her cry of ecstasy while she climaxed against his hand.

As Elain came down from her high, the aching, desperate need was gone, satiated by Lucien’s expert fingers. But a new temptation cast a spell over her. She hooked her knees over Lucien’s hips, crossing her legs behind him as she pulled him flush against her sex. As Lucien tore his mouth away from hers, she chased after him with her tongue, swiping a lick over his teeth and lips. He dropped his face to the crook of her neck, inhaling with a deep sniff, before groaning and pulling his hips back. He reached a hand between them, lining his cock up at her entrance.

He didn’t push inside of her immediately, and Elain grew impatient with his hesitancy. She practically growled, tightening her legs around his ass and pushing him forward.

She only took moments to adjust before Lucien quickened his thrusts. They both knew this would be fast, neither of them considering taking it slow. This wasn’t about learning each other's bodies. This was about soothing a burn. Elain grabbed a fist full of Lucien’s hair, tugging him down so that he could kiss her again. She wanted him to fill her mouth as well as her pussy. He pounded into her, his hard, fast movements building her up again, this time to a peak fiercer and more dangerous. Elain realized she was meeting his thrusts too, jutting her hips forward so that her clit grinded against his pelvis. She forgot about being quiet, and as her orgasm crashed through her, the most feral wail rang out of her throat. Lucien groaned as he collapsed on top of her, chanting the word “Fuck” over and over into her ear.

Elain loosened the grip on his hair, running her hands over his scalp in a gentle caress. Her entire body tingled, a hazy, blissful fog making her forget that she and Lucien had barely spoken ten words to each other since they met. She cradled him, loving the way he felt still hard inside of her. Once the haze faded, she knew they were in for the most awkward pillow talk of all time. But for now, she basked in the moment, feeling whole inside her body for the first time.

Kiss prompts.

#elucien #elain archeron #elain x lucien #lucien vanserra #pro elucien #elucien fanfiction #elucien smut #kiss asks #ask games #okay but everyone should be proud of me #because i actually wrote a smut scene in 1500 words #i deserve an award

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velidewrites · 18 days

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For the AO3 sketch requests, can we get some regency era elucien wall fucking? 🥺

You absolutely can

#your brain is so big for this anon #elucien art #elucien smut #elucien #pro elucien #elain x lucien #elain archeron #elain acotar #lucien vanserra #lucien acotar #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #myart #velidedraws

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shadowisles-writes · 2 months

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I'm With You (Chapter 1) [Elucien]

Summary: Without the urgency of war looming over Prythian, Elain begins to question if the Night Court is where she belongs. Her mate travelling at will between courts and the human lands fills her with the longing to accompany him. Except being alone with Lucien in the Day Court means confronting conflicting feelings, which only get more complicated as secrets and threats to her safety emerge.

Or: the one time the lyrics "And if you need a light, I’ll be the match to your candle, my darling," made me daydream about Day Court Elucien for weeks.

Chapter 1

And if you need a light I’ll be the match to your candle, my darling, I’m ready To burst into flames for you

I'm With You - Vance Joy

#elucien #day court elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elucien fanfiction #elucien fluff #elucien smut #elucien angst #elain x lucien #elain and lucien #elain archeron x lucien vanserra

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temperedink · 5 months

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can i be close to you

Elain and Lucien have been feeling out their tentative new relationship for a while, and Elain is getting antsy about the slow pace she's set for them. But maybe it's time to take things to the next level.

4.5K, standalone smut (with two more interconnected standalones to follow, I think)

Definitely inspired by this post from @beaumaismortel! We've got:

Regency vibes

A Darcy hand-flex (the surest sign of pent-up sexual frustration just begging to be released)

Interruption from "chaperones"

Thigh-riding

Horny Elain trying not to jump Lucien (and failing)

Read on AO3.

So grateful to @popjunkie42-blog for betaing!

#elucien #elucien smut #fic: can i be close to you #i attempted (and failed) at a slow burn but i like it better this way #also this was titled 'thigh-riding elucien' in my google docs for a long time so was it ever really going to be a slow burn?

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fieldofdaisiies · 11 months

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Elucien | Go Gently into the Good Night

type: drabble warning(s): p in v, vulgar wording word count: 814 summary: just a soft and smutty little drabble for my favourites

“Gods!” Lucien’s voice dances over her skin like the brush of a feather. It leaves goosebumps in its wake and Elain trembles slightly on top of him, her skin breaking out in goosebumps. Lucien gently tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, when he leans in, relishing in the feel of her thighs caging him. "You are doing so well for me. Just like that, my lady,” he whispers, his lips softly brushing hers.

Lucien smiles into the kiss. Elain rolls her hips forward, adding just the slightest bit of pressure and she feels the tip of his hard cock deep inside of her. She moves back and then once again a little forward, slowly, tentatively. Nevertheless, it draws a low moan from her mate, the muscles of his strong thighs flexing as she rides him. He keeps his thrusts shallow, wanting Elain to find her pace, to find out what she likes. She squeezes her eyes shut, her lips parting with a soft moan that reverberates through Lucien. He hums lowly, letting his head fall into the crook of her neck. His hand comes up, grabbing her hips tightly, to guide her a little, fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Just like that, my lady. Just like that," he rasps into her ear, his cheek pressed against hers before he places a searing kiss to the spot right beneath her ear. Lucien’s arms wrap around Elain in a passionate embrace, holding her tightly against him while she keeps rocking her hips, riding him softly, damp skin moving against damp skin. Her own arms curl around Lucien’s neck — there is hardly any space between them, only so much that Elain can move her hips. Her breasts brush against Lucien’s pecs, his solid muscles and the fine dusting of hair doubling the pleasure when rubbing against her hard nipples. Elain moans when Lucien’s teeth sink into her lower lip, adding just a bit more pleasure. She feels him everywhere, Lucien is everywhere — in her, on her, imprinted on her mind, and heart. The noise of her moan is drowned out by Lucien’s kiss. He softs lets his tongue glide over the seam of her lips. She allows him the entrance with a little sigh. Lucien’s tongue brushes her gums before her meeting her tongue with every stroke. And just like he does to her tongue, also his soft thrusts into her match hers perfectly. They are coordinated and slow, deep, to make Elain feel every inch of his glorious length — to bring her the most pleasure.

“Nothing feels like this.” Lucien’s lips coast from her mouth down to her jaw. “Nothing feels like you, Elain.” He kisses her jaw, lips trailing lower to her throat. With another thrust, his cock twitches inside of her, Elain’s walls squeezing around his thick length. “Nothing feels like you,” she breathes. “You are too good to me.” Her knees dig into the mattress, her hips moving a little faster — in perfect sync with Lucien. The bed groans a little, the bed frame softly knocking against the wall under their ministration. It is shortly past midnight, the single candle in the bedside table veiling the room in a beautiful yellow-ish glow. Lucien’s hands fall to her hips once again and he guides her, lifting her up until only the tip is in, then slowly, almost teasingly, letting her sink down onto his length again and sliding into the hilt. Her head falls back, eyes closing and she captures her lip between her teeth. “I need to––Gods!”

“I know.” Lucien’s thumb swipes over her hip bone. He thrusts his hips up, electing the most beautiful feminine sound from his mate’s throat. She feels how her height nears, how she clenches tighter around Lucien, how pure satisfaction comes in a huge wave.

“Let go, my lady.” The Vanserra brother guides her, meeting her thrusts perfectly, his thumb moving to the tight bud at the apex of her thighs, pressing down and rubbing her a little. Elain tumbles over the edge, when the wave of pleasure and satisfaction washes over her. A mix of soft curses and her mate’s name tumble out of her mouth when she comes. Lucien follows her only a moment later, the muscles of his lower belly flexing and he thrusts up into her one more time. He comes with soft growl that makes goosebumps appear on Elain’s skin. His hot seed fills her, her hips languidly rolling against his. Their lips meet in a sloppy kiss, hands clawing at the other’s body when they ride out their height, not yet able to part. “You are perfect, Elain. And you are mine.”

“All yours.” Elain smiles into the kiss, her lids heavy, her eyes nevertheless sparkling brightly as she glances into her mate’s eyes. “And you are all mine.”

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kingofsummer93 · 1 year

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Where Have the Bubbles Gone?

A silly Elucien NSFW drabble inspired by this stunning art by the talented @sarahsoba.

Word count: 1.5K | Rating: E

Elain shivered as Lucien’s hands stroked up and down her thighs, his lazy, contented grin turning a mischievous shade that she knew all too well.

“You know,” she teased, squirming a little in his lap, “the point of a bath is to get clean.”

His laugh was low and wicked, and Elain bit her lip to keep from smiling. She reached for her glass of bubbly wine and took a sip, if only to cool her rapidly boiling blood. The bubbles exploded on her tongue, as luxurious and intoxicating as Lucien’s hands roaming over her body.

“Can you blame me? It’s hard to think clean thoughts when you’re straddling me looking like that.” He reached up and tucked a stray curl behind her ear.

“Looking like what?” she asked innocently, cocking her head to the side. She slowly ran her hands down his chest, digging her nails in just enough for a groan to slip from his throat.

Lucien sat up, water sloshing in the bath as he lowered his lips to her ear. Elain squirmed again, her pulse increasing. “Wet,” he whispered.

He leaned back in the water, bracing his hands on the side of the bath, his smirk one of pure male arrogance. Elain scooped a handful of the rapidly disappearing bubbles, blowing them into his face.

“Hey!” He threw a hand up, chuckling as he shielded his face from the lavender-scented bubbles. “What was that for?”

“For making assumptions you have no evidence of,” Elain said primly.

Even as she said it she adjusted herself in his lap until she was straddling one of his muscled thighs. It took a considerable amount of restraint to prevent herself from rubbing against him to relieve the growing ache between her legs. Even more so to keep from inching forward in his lap and feel the evidence of his own arousal press against her. The smell of lavender was heavy in the steamy air, but not enough to mask the salty, musky shift in his scent.

“Oh?” He quirked an eyebrow, his hands now trailing lightly up her sides. “Who’s thinking dirty thoughts now?” His thumbs lightly brushed the underside of her breasts, and her nipples pebbled at the touch.

His eyes dipped, his fiery, mismatched gaze growing hungry at the sight. Elain drank him in for a moment, his auburn hair shining like flames in the candle light, golden skin gleaming, lips curved into that maddening smirk.

“Well, can you blame me?” she asked. “When you’re sitting there looking like that?”

Lucien laughed again, his fingers inching higher until his thumbs were circling her nipples. “Looking like what?”

Elain rocked her hips once, just enough to make her breath hitch. Lucien’s heartbeat was racing as quickly as hers, though still he only grinned at her. Damn this male and his control.

No matter. She could play this game too.

“Like you know the bubbles are not the only thing getting blown tonight.”

“Shit.”

It was Elain’s turn to laugh as Lucien surged forward and yanked the plug from the bath. The water gurgled around them, the remaining bubbles disappearing until she spied what waited for her underneath the water.

Lucien dipped his head towards her neck as he reached around and grabbed handfuls of her ass to lift her hips up. “Is that so?” he murmured. His breath was warm against her ear. A sheen of sweat coated her skin, even with the water draining from the tub.

His hand dipped between her legs and they both groaned as his fingers slid through her slick folds, swirling lazily. “There’s my evidence,” he whispered.

Elain wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his neck, dropping the coy act as his fingers worked her maddeningly slowly. When one of his fingers slipped inside her she bit the crook of his neck to hold in her wanton moan.

Lucien hissed, smacking her ass playfully. “Naughty.”

She dropped a kiss to his reddened skin, and then another, all the way up his throat. Lucien groaned, the sound vibrating against her lips as she kissed all the way up to his ear. She dug her teeth into the soft flesh of his earlobe, chuckling as his breath hitched.

“Guess we’ll just have to take another bath after,” she teased.

Her teasing has the desired effect- Lucien’s fingers increased their pace, sending heat coiling deep in her belly. His fingers tangled in her hair, lifting her head up just enough for him to press his lips to hers. He kissed her, slowly, lazily, until her thighs trembled from the effort of holding herself up.

“Use your words,” he whispered against her mouth, his lips curled in a grin even as he kissed her. “Tell me what you want.”

Elain whined, and Lucien laughed softly. “You know what I want, you cocky bastard.” She wrapped her fingers against the base of his cock to accentuate her point, gripping him tightly. He groaned in response, his fingers faltering slightly as his hips jerked.

She pushed against his chest until he laid back against the side of the bath, chest heaving, eyes heavy-lidded with lust. His fingers slipped out of her to grip her hips tightly, holding her above him.

“Oh? And what’s that?”

She lowered herself an inch, until the swollen head of his cock rubbed against her soaked, sensitive flesh. “This.”

Another low, rumbling laugh. “I see. My mate wants my cock.”

Elain whined at his words. The golden cord wrapped around her ribs sang in response, coiling as tightly as the pleasure building inside her. She rocked her hips, rubbing herself against his already leaking cock, shivering in anticipation.

“Yes.” It was becoming difficult to stay coherent with her brains leaking out of her ears. Damn him and his self-control. She’d make him beg later. With her mouth. The thought made her chuckle darkly.

“Then take it, my love.”

Elain lowered herself slowly, hissing at the sweet, sharp pain as she stretched to accommodate his size. Lucien’s hands were everywhere, rubbing up her thighs, her breasts, her ass, like he wanted to touch her everywhere at once.

A string of filthy praise fell from his lips as she rocked her hips slowly, finding her rhythm. “That’s it,” he murmured, head slumped back against the side of the bath. “Have your way with me. Use my cock.”

His words urged her on, and she moved faster, his hands guiding her as her hips lifted up and down. She tipped her head back, hands braced on his chest, reveling in the feel of having him like this, under her control.

“Fuck you’re a goddess.” His voice was ragged, as if his control was finally slipping, and a giggle slipped from her lips. She’d still make him beg later. Just for fun.

The bath was slick with leftover bubbles, the wet slap of their skin echoing around them as she rode his cock, hard and fast. Her rhythm faltered when his fingers slipped between them to rub her clit.

“Lucien,” his name fell from her lips in a breathless moan. She might be the one begging now, but that was fine.

Lucien pulled her against him, wrapping his arms tightly around her back and bracing his feet against the bath as he thrust up into her. Elain slumped against him, gripping him tightly as the edge of her vision started to shimmer with the promise of ecstasy.

“That’s it, love,” he groaned. “Be a good girl and come on my cock.” His deep voice was husky and ragged, rumbling through her bones, and it was enough to tip her over the edge.

She shattered against him, biting his shoulder again to muffle her cries as pleasure rolled through her in a hot tidal wave. Her mouth filled with the coppery taste of blood as her teeth sank into his skin. The taste made her feel wild, awakening some primal instinct inside of her, prolonging her pleasure.

My mate, the beast in her chest roared. Mine.

“Yours,” Lucien groaned in agreement, as if she had it out loud. She could feel him tensing underneath her as he slammed into her hard, and then stilled, groaning her name as his body shook with his own release.

She stayed slumped against him as their heartbeats slowed, both their bodies still shaking slightly. Eventually Lucien sat up, cradling her against him, and turned on the tap. Elain yawned against his neck, the warm water lulling her into a peaceful, sleepy daze.

“I’m not done with you.” Her words were slightly slurred with exhaustion, muffled as she pressed her face into his neck. “I’m going to make you beg.”

“Shhh. Of course you are, love.”

“Maybe tomorrow morning, though,” she relented, hugging his neck tighter as she yawned again.

Lucien chuckled softly as he gently cleaned her off. “Whatever you say, angel.”

Elain sighed in contentment, warm and safe in the arms of her mate.

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sunshinebingo · 9 months

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This has been my attempt at beating writer’s block after following a few advices. Thank you so much @littlefishbigsea and @secret-third-thing for the help 🙏. And thank you @lulling-night-sky for listening to my whining 😅

Summary: When his mate barged into his office claiming to be sick, Lucien had to find out what she had and how to take care of her.

Word Count: 2k

Warning: NSFW

Read on Ao3 or below the cut

Lucien’s eyes burned from reading these damn papers for so long. He had been working for hours. But he could not stop until after he had gone through all of them or they would add up to the work he would have the next day. Assuming that it was probably close to dinner time, Lucien set to work again, hoping to finish it all before he could join his mate.

The thought of spending time with Elain after made him even more determined to complete the task at hand. Since he had been busy the whole day and afternoon, Lucien intended to devote all his time and attention to her alone. But he had to be done with his work first. He grabbed a scattered piece of leather near his stack of papers and tied his loose hair up in a bun. For now, he needed to put all distracting thoughts aside.

The door to his office burst open before he could focus back on the paper before him. “I need a healer,” Elain loudly exclaimed.

“What!?” Lucien pulled his chair back in a panicked state. Was she sick? What was –

“Help!” She interrupted his thoughts as she quickly approached his desk. The back of her hand was pressed to her forehead and she wore a strange expression on her face. Elain reached him before he could stand and oh so gently dropped herself on his lap with a breathless, “Help! I’m fainting.”

One of her hands reached around his neck and the other came to rest on his chest. Lucien raised his eyebrows at the realisation of the act. Then, all his blood started rushing down to his cock when he really looked at her from head to toe.

His sweet mate was wearing a thin lavender nightgown with only her long loose hair to conceal her breast beneath the sheer fabric. Was it already time for bed? Lucien feared that he had again lost track of time. A glimpse at the partially covered window behind him confirmed that the sun was just starting to set. Then why –

“I need help,” Elain pleaded again.

“How can I help you my dear lady in distress?” Lucien asked, bringing a hand to inspect her beautiful face. His other hand wrapped around her waist to support her better.

“I feel…” Her wide doe eyes bore into his like her life truly depended on him. “I feel very hot.”

Lucien pursed his lips to stop a smirk. “Can you tell me more about your symptoms?” he asked as seriously as he could. Elain nodded and pulled his hand away from her face. She dragged his hand slowly down her body, starting from her neck, to the valley of her breast, going down and down until she stopped right between her legs.

“I’m feeling very hot down here,” she said innocently, still looking into his eyes. Lucien kept staring at her as he dragged his hand lower until he reached the hem of her nightgown at her thigh. He slipped his hand under the fabric and went straight to where his lady needed him most.

Lucien took a deep breath in at the first contact of his fingers against her centre. When he felt how wet she was, he decided that his work would kindly have to fuck off for the day because he had much more urgent matters to tend to.

Lucien inserted two fingers inside her and watched as Elain shifted on his lap with a whimper. He slowly slid his fingers in and out of her a few times before he removed his hand completely.

“I see now,” he said, ignoring the disappointed look on Elain’s face. For now. “I know exactly what you have.”

Lucien lowered his face to her ear. “You are horny. And you need to be fucked.” He bit the tip of her pointed ear slightly, then whispered, “Hard.”

Elain’s face flushed and she pulled on his shirt to make him face her again. “Where do you think I can find someone to fuck me?” She asked, using that voice that was filled with sweet honey.

This time, Lucien did not hide his wicked grin. Elain let out a yelp when he suddenly stood up while still holding her. He quickly swiped away all the papers from his desk before placing her down before it. He would deal with the mess later.

Lucien grabbed her by the waist and pressed himself against her, caging the top of her body between his arms and making her feel how hard he was for her. “No one else but me can fuck you, my lady.”

A second later, Lucien’s pants were down, Elain’s nightgown was gathered at her waist and his cock was sliding inside her wet centre. It started very slow. She let out a moan as his cock went deeper until he was fully in. He remained like that for a moment and just savoured the feeling of being inside her. It still amazed him, even after being this intimate with her for over a year, how easily and quickly Elain could make him this hard and make him empty his thoughts of everything else but her.

Lucien gathered all of her hair over her shoulder, leaving the other and her neck exposed so that he could trace his lips and tongue there. One of his hands went up her front until he could grab her breast through her nightgown and torture her even more. Elain reached behind her and tangle a hand in his hair. Lucien sucked hard right between her neck and shoulder when she pulled on his hair. The little vixen was getting impatient. And he had gotten painfully hard at this point. Lucien grabbed both of her hands and pinned them on his desk.

Then, as promised, Lucien started to fuck her. Hard. He showed her no mercy as he started pounding into her, going as deep as their position allowed him to. His office was soon filled by her loud moans and his groans mixed the sound of their bodies slapping against each other. The paper-thin fabric she was wearing was probably doing nothing to stop her from being marked where her skin was pressed against the wooden desk. But it would just give him another excuse to take care of her later. That did not seem to be bothering her anyway if Lucien had to judge by the lewd sounds she was making.

When he felt that she was close, Lucien fucked her faster. He leaned down on her and started kissing and sucking wherever he could reach her skin on her neck and shoulders. The strap of nightgown fell off one of her shoulders and down her arm. Elain held onto his hands tightly as her orgasm hit her.

Lucien kept moving until Elain’s body collapsed and she pressed her forehead to the desk. With the delightful view that she now offered him, Lucien released her hands to grab her ass instead. He gave her a few moments to catch her breath before he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. Her cheeks and nose were flushed, her eyes closed and her lips parted as she breathed through her mouth.

His other hand trailed from her ass to her front. Lucien started rubbing slow circles on her clit. His cock twitched inside her when he went lower and touched her where their bodies were still joined.

‘’Are you feeling better, love?’’ he purred in her ear.

Lucien slowly slid his cock out and went back in. He gathered the wetness at her entrance and brought his hand back to her clit. He teased her there as slowly and he moved his cock in and out of her. He smirked when a delicious whimper left her.

When he started to move back again, Elain chased him by pushing her ass against him. She turned her head to the side. Lucien could not resist the temptation of her lips when she brought her mouth close to his. He kissed her, tasting her tongue and lips as she started moaning again from what his hand and his cock were still doing to her.

‘’More,’’ she said when she pulled her face away.

Lucien pulled back until his cock was almost completely out. He gave her a final peck on the cheek and thrusted back inside her so hard that the desk creaked beneath them. And he started fucking her again. He stood up behind her and felt himself going even deeper than before.

She was so warm and wet around his cock that everything ceased to make any sense. Lucien got closer to the edge the more he listened to her cries of pleasure. He cursed when she tightened again around him. He pressed his hand harder on her clit, the other holding tight to her waist. A few more thrust and Lucien lost all control of his body. He came inside her with a loud groan. Elain followed as soon as he spilled himself in her. Her body tensed and her legs slightly trembled. She threw her head back and came on a silent gasp.

Elain’s dropped her head onto the desk again with a sigh. Lucien stayed as close to her as he could and rested his forearms at her sides. ‘’So,’’ he asked with his head on her shoulder, ‘’Better?’’ He was unable to gather more words than that. Elain did not respond but the giggle she let out was answer enough for him. This female would cause his death someday and he would still be grateful for it.

Lucien straightened up when Elain’s body started sliding down from under him due her weakened legs. Both of their clothes were sticking to their bodies from the sweat. Their hair were in no better state. He removed the leather that had almost completely loosened and let his own hair fall down his back.

He lifted Elain up to make her sit on his desk. She immediately wrapped her arms around him, pulled him close and rested her head on his chest. Lucien kissed the top of her head and held her close to him. It was not the first time that they were cuddling in his office half naked. Knowing his mate, it would definitely not be the last time that his work would be interrupted like this. Not that Lucien would ever complain.

A distant ding brought their attention to the door. ‘’Oh,’’ Elain exclaimed excitedly, pulling back from his embrace, ‘’Dinner is ready.’’

She hopped down and adjusted her nightgown and her hair like she was about to walk into a room full of people when they were the only ones in their home. Lucien took the opportunity to pull his pants back on. Elain took him by the hand when they were both presentable enough for the furniture and plants of the empty house.

‘’Come on,’’ she started walking towards the door. ‘’Let’s have a nice meal together. Then maybe I’ll get sick again by dessert.’’

Lucien snorted behind her. ‘’Will you be wearing this the whole time?’’ he gestured with his free hand at the nightgown that could barely be considered as clothing.

Elain turned to him while she kept walking down the hall. ‘’I can take it off if you don’t like it.’’ Lucien knew exactly what she meant from her saccharine voice and the mischief in her eyes. Damn him if that did not start to make him hard again.

‘’Maybe I will be the one getting sick next time from the torture you put me through.’’

Elain stopped. Her eyes travelled to his pants, a smile gracing her lips when she looked up at his face again. She stood on her tip-toes to kiss him on the cheek. ‘’Don’t worry,’’ she said, surprisingly energetic again, ‘’I will take good care of you.’’ Then she turned and pulled on his hand again as she continued walking.

#elucien #elucien smut #and fluff #It's elucien of course there's fluff #This fic is my version of dancing around the fire and praying for the rain to come #Except i'm praying for my writer's block to go #I don't claim that it is good #I just claim that it is smut #elain archeron #lucien vanserra

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darklove9314-blog · 10 months

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Elucien hate sex with condescending Lucien

I took a day off yesterday from Elucien week to celebrate my birthday, but I thought it would be a fun idea to do one of my request for Elucien for Day 7 of Elucien week. I had a lot of fun this week and can't wait for the next one!!! (This isn't really an AU fic since i messed up with the prompts for this day, but I hope everyone enjoys it regardless.)

Elain Archeron had no idea how she had gotten here with Lucien Vanserra with her on her hands and knees and Lucien naked behind her, his cock-one of the biggest ones she had seen and would take-hovering around her entrance.

One moment they had been arguing, throwing insults at one another, claiming that they hated one another before a knot of tension snapped between the two, and the next thing she knew they were kissing, he was ripping off her clothes, and now she was preparing to take the male the cauldron had made her mate for the first time.

"Say it." Lucien growled out as she felt his tip slid into her, teasing her, drawling this primal part of her out that she had never felt before.

"What?" She murmured, feeling his hands twist in her hair, tugging her towards him as he whispered at the shell of her ear.

"Use your words, Elain Archeron , tell me what you want."

Elain gritted her teeth, knowing he knew exactly what she wanted, but also knowing the bastard would draw this out for as long as he could.

"Your cock." She growled out. "I want your cock."

"I think you forgot a part of that sentence, mate."

She gritted her teeth, she couldn't believe he was doing this, drawling this response out of her.

"Please, mate, I want your cock." She responded, adding a plea in her voice to please him.

He sank into her, stretching her pussy out to accommodate his sheer size as she moaned out in pleasure.

"That's it mate, I know you can take it." He told her, sinking further into her until she felt the brush of his balls, his length so massive that Elain was amazed she had taken all of him.

She knelt down, feeling the ground underneath her so she could give his cock more room to maneuver as she felt him sink in another inch. Feeling her so much that she felt her pussy clench around him in pleasure.

She didn't believe that she could feel any more sensation from her body, but then she felt one of his hands moved from where they were on her ass, until those fingers of his reached her clint, as he rubbed at it making her gasp out in pleasure as he continued to move his cock inside of her, his fingers and cock working in tandem.

"I knew you could take it like the good girl you claim to be. Tell me, mate, do you wish now that you would have let us give into our urges sooner."

She didn't say a word, as she felt his cock pull out all the way until he slammed his cock back into her, releasing a cry of pleasure from her as he did it, three more times until her legs were trembling from the sensation.

"Be a good girl and answer the question, mate."

"Yes." She rasped out, "Yes, Vanserrra, I wish I would have taken you cock sooner."

He slammed into her once more as his name fell from her lips, she couldn't imagine that it could feel better than this.

"Look at you, mate, coating my cock with your want, do you want just this or would you rather have some fun?" He asked her as Elain pondered what he meant by that.

"What kind of fun?" She gasped out, his cock making it nearly impossible to breathe.

Instead of answering her, Elain felt a flash of heat behind her, as she saw orange flames flicker in Lucien's hands, making her breath catch.

"Will it burn?" She asked him. glancing at the flames in amazement. The flames drawling her attention, begging her to let them caress her flesh.

"No." Lucien breathed, "Not while they're under my control."

"Yes." She breathed as Lucien pulled out of her. Shocking her with his absence as she felt him flip her over, laying her down on her back as he spread her legs, plunging back into her as the flames spread between his finger tips. tilting her chin up so she could look into his fiery gaze

"Keep your eyes on me, mate." He instructed as she felt her pussy take his cock the rest of the way.

She moaned at the fullness of him, keeping her eyes on his as she felt those flames travel lower the heat following Lucien's movements as she gasped at them circling her breast, her nipples peaking in response.

"I knew you would be a good girl for me. Tell me, mate, do you want to come on my cock?"

"Yes" She answered, swearing she was clenching around his cock.

"Yes, what?" He egged her on as she fought the urge to roll her eyes.

"Yes, I want to come on your cock." She breathed.

"Do you want me to come inside that pretty cunt of yours?" He asked moving inside of her as she felt those flames travel lower.

"Yes, mate, I want you to come in this pretty cunt of mine, and I want us to come at the same time." She told him as that sly smile of his returned and he pulled out of her laying down, his cock plain in her view.

"Then take what you want, mate."

She didn't need anymore urging as he helped her lift her hips so she was aligned with his cock, lining her up with his entrance as she sank down on his length, both her and Lucien letting out a moan of pleasure, their bodies glad to be reunited once more as she rolled her hips taking his cock deeper, releasing all the emotions she had held back to course through her those clever fingers of his finding her clit as she felt the warmth of the flames coursing through her center.

She cried out, the pleasure of it almost too much as she felt her orgasm coursing through her, Lucien's fingernails digging into her waist as he felt it course through her too.

"Come, Mate, I won't be far behind you."

She came on his cock, feeling his own release shot up into her so deep that she knew she wouldn't get rid of the smell of him for days as they rode each other's orgasms , his seed running down her thighs, marking his claim.

Elain tilted her head back, baring her throat to him as he pressed a kiss to her neck, the memory of this lips forever burning into her skin as he whispered.

"Not bad for a male you hate." He claimed as Elain felt a smile of her own form on her lips.

"Not bad, Vanserra, not bad at all." She rasped as she pressed her head against his, knowing that she had just shifted their relationship and hoping she hadn't just made the biggest mistake of her life.

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