Can we all just appreciate how Lucien doesn’t force the mating bond on Elain, and just leaves it up to her whether she wants to pursue it or not? Honestly I feel like if she would reject the bond or Azriel would try to romance her, Lucien would accept it without declaring a Blood Duel. Because he’s a good guy. He deserves someone who goes for him 100%.
There was an anonymous question sent to @bookofmirth that mentioned how Elain might be attracted to Azriel due to his looking human without his shadows and I thought it was a brilliant catch:
Feyre’s thoughts of Az:
Obviously Azriel is attractive and has wings which are decidedly non-human but….I have no doubt that some part of her was drawn to Azriel because of his human like ears and the fact that he looks very human without his shadows (ones that often disappear around Elain), and his non “male” instincts when around her (polite, quiet, hides his rage and any primal Fae behaviors).
Lucien is very Fae with his pointed ears, long hair, magical eye, the Fae instincts around her that he can’t quite hide as much as he tries (growls when he scents the direction Elain and Azriel disappeared to, able to tug on the bond in her presence, shudders at hearing his name on her lips).
All three of the sisters grew up fearing the Fae and Elain was the most attached to her humanity. She missed her life as a human the most and was the only one who ever fell in love with a human man.
It makes so much sense that after being turned, Elain would initially rebel against the idea of being mated to an extremely Fae male and more at ease with one who did not come across as primal while within her presence, one who initially reminded her of “home”.
I can’t wait for the day she’s ready to embrace Lucien for all his otherwordly hotness.
I think it’s also the knight in shinning armor thing Az has.
Elain seems to be attracted to those types. Guys who on the surface ‘see’ her, and protect her without letting her flourish.
Maybe she grew up thinking she was below getting a prince. The princes were for Nesta, not for her.
And look at that, Elain’s mate turned out to be a prince in every way.
Lucien is unexpected in every way, and that’s what makes them interesting.
ACOTAR:I ship Feylin. Although I dont know Rhysand if I should hate you or not. You’re giving me mixed vibes.
ACOMAF:Never mind, I think I’m going with Feysand. And add a bit of Nessian. And hello Elriel… I see some glimpse there.
ACOWAR:Definitely Feysand…DEFINITELY NESSIAN.. and oh my.. that Elriel is fully blasting now but add some Elucien to spice it up. I can see it. Amren… I really like your vibe with Varian, he’s hot and I dig it.
ACOFAS:Jeez I’m so done with Feysand, cute.. but done. And oh gods how much Nessian hurt. Elucien… what are we even doing in here? Elriel… are you going for it or not!?
ACOSF: Alright.. Nessian I love you… you’re my forever otp. Jeez Elriel… we are doing this then. Wait… I see some glimpse of Moerie going on. Lucien, just say you like Vassa.. I see you. Elucien where are you? Gwynriel trying to come out.
The fandom ending up confused asf after Acosf.
Dear Sarah, if you thought we would be at peace now that half of the ships are done… then let me tell you something:
Summary:Elain and Lucien are reunited after a year of civil war within Prythian. Lucien brings Elain back to Day to marry her in secret, and do something very sinful in the High Temple.
** Happiest of Birthdays to my dear @moononastring!! The Queen of Elucien, and generally just a really awesome human!
Before he could dip his chin and stare at Elain’s naked body, Elain pulled Lucien down. She flattened her back on the altar. A titanic shudder rippled through her as she felt Lucien’s length press forcefully against the top of her mound.
Instinctively, Elain wrapped her legs around Lucien’s hips again. This time it was flesh-to-flesh, which only made the sensation below stronger. Lucien’s mouth closed over hers and with a gentle prodding of his tongue, her lips parted for him.
Every shift of Lucien’s body was felt keenly by Elain. The slightest of movements from either of them shifted his hardening length. A stirring ache from below sent a particular tremor through Elain when Lucien’s hips pressed down harder. It drew a breathless groan and sent a small zap of electricity through her body.
Lucien’s mouth left Elain’s to suck at her neck. Elain returned the gesture, and felt the thing against her twitch. She pressed her chest against Lucien’s while she returned every nibble or kiss he gave her. Elain’s long white fingers clutched at the shifting muscle of Lucien’s back.
Lucien moved a broad hand to Elain’s breast and chuckled as just the scrape of his thumb across the hardening bud earned a moan from her. At that he slid off of her once again. It wasn’t the first time Lucien had climbed off of her that evening, but she didn’t want him to leave. The buzzing ache between her legs was like a stirring fire. Her scalp tingled and her toes were curled as tension shuddered through her. A tension that felt… nice. She wanted more- more of Lucien’s warm body pressed against hers, more kissing, more… something. Her skin crawled with want of the man.
Mercifully, Lucien didn’t go far. He knelt between her legs, holding her moon-white thighs with each tan hand. The position lifted Elain’s rear off the altar slightly, but she was quivering with desire. Lucien moved forward slowly, taking the fingers of his right hand off of her and brushing them lightly through her folds.
Elain grasped as he pressed against her most sensitive spot. Lucien rocked his hand forward ever so slightly, brushing Elain’s knot directly. A gentle, tantalizing pressure that made the buzzing beneath Elain’s skin even worse. She felt her hips lift of their own accord, grinding against Lucien.
Once more, her husband chuckled. He scooped his hand down and Elain’s entire body tensed in anticipation. There was a ravenous darkness in Lucien’s eyes. Eyes that were fixated on Elain’s sex as a single long finger slid inside her.
Elain grasped the edge of the altar as Lucien filled her with one- then two fingers. He bent down over her again, his lips drawing closer to her nipple as those fingers inside her curled and-
A shuddering groan escaped Elain’s lips, startling even herself. She clapped a hand over her mouth, but couldn’t stop the next moan as Lucien began to pump his fingers through her body in earnest. Her skin instantly flushed, and the toes that were curled in ticklish arousal moments before were now straining at the sheer force that crackled through her body.
Lucien devoured Elain’s breast, but forced himself to look up at the sound of her moaning. Into her lust-glazed eyes. The way she had covered her mouth with a clenched fist, the shy flush of her cheeks. She was delicate. Innocent. And Lucien was corrupting her on their wedding altar.
The heir of Day moved the hand that was stroking Elain, reaching up to rest his thumb against her knot.
Elain’s hips jerked against his hand. Lucien pressed just a bit harder, his own breath hitching. Elain’s eyes widened and the bolt of pleasure that arced from her nipple down to her core as Lucien’s teeth scraped the end.
But there was something missing. In a way, someone missing.
Elain loved the feeling of Lucien’s mouth against her breast. She thought she could easily go insane from the near painful need building beneath the surface of her skin- but not like this. Elain forced herself to reach down and pull Lucien’s face towards hers.
Lucien’s mouth was hot against her lips- his burning chest pressed against hers- that was what she needed most in this world. Lucien’s arm wrapped around her shoulders, supporting her as he pulled her up, adjusting their positions so that he knelt upon the altar with her on his lap.
Elain reached down and wrapped her small hand around Lucien’s length, wondering at the hardness of it. Lucien kept stroking her core, but Elain wouldn’t let go of his member either. She grasped him almost frantically, squeezed a bit too hard, moved a bit too forcefully. She’d never stroked a cock in her entire life, and had no idea how to control the violent desire beneath her skin.
With the taste of Lucien’s mouth upon her own, banking the fire was impossible. Elain didn’t stifle her moans like a shy maiden anymore. She groaned into her husband’s mouth. Rocked against his chest. One of Lucien’s hands supported her back, the other pumping in and out of her with his own increasingly frantic motions.
There wasn’t enough air between them as they both panted. Elain was dizzy, and she was forced to release Lucien’s lips after only a few minutes. Her cheek pressed against LUcien. The two breathed- and moaned- into one another’s ears. Elain taunting and testing Lucien’s control with those high, breathless sounds.
And then the moment Lucien knew would come. The one he’d been waiting for ever since Elain signaled she might actually be receptive to his advances. The thing that haunted his dreams whenever he let sinful thoughts dance across his mind. Elain’s breaths became shallow and forced, she lost control once again of the hand stroking Lucien’s cock. More force and speed, her body growing tenser by the second.
A pleading whisper, a soft cry, and then a strangled groan.
Elain’s hips rolled as her core erupted, sending moisture down into Lucien’s palm. She cried out with the force of her orgasm until she sagged limp against Lucien’s chest. Her hips were twitching as the violent burst of pleasure softened and the bolts of electricity beneath her skin dimmed.
Elain’s mind was blank in a way she had never experienced before. Her entire body felt hot and tense- yet still limp and relaxed. Her mind drifted in a fog, and she felt a soft smile on her lips. She was laid gently upon the altar.
And then a warm tongue and hungry lips pressed against her core.
At first Elain lay there dazed and overwhelmed by the pleasant hum beneath her skin, but then she realized Lucien had moved to lick the moisture between her legs the moment he’d finished cleaning it off his hand. Her eyes flew open and she looked down in time to see his tongue part her folds.
“Wait!” Elain said in a panic. She immediately pushed Lucien’s face away. He relented after a few more licks and smiled up at her, hints of moisture still kissing the edges of his mouth.
Elain was mortified, more so than she’d ever been in front of Lucien. What she’d released was obviously not the fluids she was familiar with but it was still- it was- and Lucien had taken it in his mouth and-
Elain’s eyes widened in fear. Lucien winked and dipped his chin again, tongue snaking out.
“L-Lucien, wait,” Elain found her voice again. She scrambled to push him back, but Lucien wrapped his hands around her thighs and licked until she was perfectly clean.
And then had the audacity to leave just a hint of it on his lips, playing idly with it as he traced his tongue around his own mouth.
“Spit it out,” Elain commanded, her voice feeble and weak. “I’m sorry, I should have- should have…” should have what? It wasn’t anything Elain was familiar with. It wasn’t a matter of hygiene certainly. “Anyways, I’m sorry, I should go clean and-”
A low, dangerous chuckle from Lucien as he raised himself on two arms over Elain, “That was the normal result I wished to achieve with you during this.” Lucien whispered. “Besides, I prefer my lady’s taste over the most expensive wine in the world.”
It didn’t seem right to Elain. That- that came from- how could it be of a taste one would like? Elain was about to push Lucien back as he lowered himself again towards her core, but she stopped herself.
She’d decided to follow Lucien tonight. To trust him. But Lucien hadn’t released the way Elain did, so it must mean she’d done something wrong after all- or had she gone too fast and left him wanting?
Once again she peeked down between her breasts as Lucien licked her core. She could just see his member touching the altar further down. It was still hard and red and dripping a faint trail of white onto the silk of her discarded robes.
She’d taken her pleasure and left Lucien hard. Now she really was going to die of embarrassment. Not to mention panicking over what was apparently a normal thing.
Elain really had kept herself too sheltered and naive! Why hasn’t he thought to read books on this while waiting for Lucien the past year? Lucien had already said he’d studied this and practiced before (she didn’t care if that practice had been with others, so long as he was hers now).
“Don’t worry,” Lucien reached up to flick Elain’s nose and draw her out of her dark thoughts. “The first one is the easiest. I promise you won’t do that again until I’ve had my fill.”
The words sent goosebumps across Elain’s body. She suddenly felt too cold and too hot at the same time. There would be more? Hope curled in her chest, rapidly washing away the misery that had been there before. Not ‘more’ some other night, but by the look on Lucien’s face, imminently.
“Wife,” Lucien came up once again to whisper i n her ear. He lowered himself onto Elain’s body and reached down to grip her thighs, shifting her until his length rested on the seam between her folds. Lucien began to rotate his hips, grinding their bodies together again, “I won’t let you sleep until you beg me.”
Lips against Elain’s neck sealed his words. Her arms snaked around Lucien’s shoulders. The neck was her weakness, it would seem. The moment Lucien began to bite and suck, her body pulsed in rising need and a warm dizziness settled over her mind once again.
Worries were swept aside.
This time Elain would last. If this was all well and natural and right, then what had just happened… She wanted more. Infinitely more. Lucien would never hear her beg for something as mundane as sleep. If there was nothing to be ashamed of… it would be Lucien who had to say when enough was enough!
“What’s next then?” Elain murmured.
Lucien’s hips rotated once more, “What would my lady like?”
“What would you like?”
“I want to hear your suggestion first.”
Elain wasn’t going to lose this battle. The feeling of Lucien’s member against her knot- and what they’d done so far- gave her the courage to be as brazen as her husband. What words from Elain’s mouth would startle him enough that Elain might save face?
She moaned as a particularly vicious bolt of pleasure rippled through her body. Lucien had tugged at one of her nipples, and the feeling rippled from where their bodies were connected to her toes. Elain’s hips rose, grinding herself against Lucien.
“What’s next?” Elain finally asked.
Lucien lowered his lips to caress the curve of Elain’s ear, “I slide this-” he rolled his hips slowly, letting his entire length grind against her knot, “- into that tight hole.”
Elain gasped, and instead of saying something seductive she only managed to whimper, “Yes.”
Immediately, Lucien’s lips were upon hers. He was crushing her, devouring her. The kisses were hungry and fierce, and Elain happily surrendered to them. Lucien’s hands slid along her thighs. He stroked and pinched sensitive skin, taunting and teasing her.
And then his hand slid down between them and he took his length in a firm grip.
Goosebumps covered Elain’s arms as Lucien pressed the head of his member against her. “You’ll like it,” Lucien gave up kissing her to whisper in her ear. “The feeling of being stretched-” he pushed harder. Elain felt herself giving way slightly. “The feeling of me moving inside you-” Lucien pressed again, rocking his hips against Elain until the tip slid in and she gasped. “You’ll start dreaming about it-” another press, another rock of his hips, “-craving it.”
Lucien’s deep, groaning voice made Elain ache. Her reason was slipping away again as another sensation grew below One of tingling heat and warmth. Soon enough, Elain was rolling her hips down in time with his short, gentle thrusts in. The next time Lucien pressed towards her, she pulled him in a little bit further.
Lucien’s breath hitched and his whole body froze when he was only halfway seated. He gasped in Elain’s ear. The sound was high and pleading, a prayer of thanks. He withdrew and pushed in again, another inch.
Elain clenched her teeth at the strangeness of the feeling, but she didn’t find herself objecting to it. By now the burning force inside her was maching her ache for more.
A heat and sensitivity soon began to grow with Lucien’s thrusts. He bit down on Elain’s neck and slid out, only to press in again without restraint. The sensation made Elain’s toes curl. She arched her back and buried her face in Lucien’s shoulder as his heat inside her filled impossibly far and Lucien was at last seated to the hilt.
The rhythm he set was torturous after that. Flat, even, slow. Heat built inside Elain and soon she was gasping in time with his gentle thrusts. She winced slightly at a flicker of discomfort as her body adjusted to being filled, but wanted more.
Just as Elain was beginning to moan in turn with his movements, Lucien groaned in her ear.
“I need to come inside you,” he was almost pleading. His hands shifted, lifting Elain’s legs over the crook in each arm, driving him deeper against her most sensitive places. Elain cried out and nearly came undone.
“Then do it,” Elain gasped. She gathered enough of her mind to tighten her core around his cock as hard as she could.
Lucien’s curse sounded like a whimper. He thrust suddenly faster. It felt so incredible that Elain thought she was going to burst into flame when he cried out and a sharp, thick heat began to fill her.
Lucien’s hips strained and bucked as he came inside her. His heat filling her, flooding her body and making her core wind tighter and tighter.
He collapsed onto her chest, hips still furiously pumping as he claimed her mouth and devoured her once more. Elain’s hands were holding onto the altar as best they could, and she cried out against his mouth as his fingers found a way to her breast to taunt and tease her nipples.
She needed him to move harder, reach deeper, and rocked her hips frantically as his cock scraped deep inside her.
“Beg me,” Lucien whispered in her ear. One hand went down between them and he brushed a finger towards her burning knot.
Elain wrapped her arms around Lucien, clawed at his back as she tried to rock her hips to meet the assault below. She gasped in time with his thrusts, dizzy.
“Beg me,” Lucien repeated. “Tell me how much you want it.”
“Please,” Elain didn’t have the mind to do anything but obey. “Please don’t stop. Please. I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it-” mindlessly she gasped the words with every thrust of his cock.
His hand finally slid down to flick and rub at her knot. Elain heard a strangled cry in her own voice as violent electricity arced beneath her skin and her body erupted. She shook and shuddered with the force of her orgasm, sending another splash of release against Lucien’s cock while he continued to pound into her body.
He drew her orgasm out this time, and somehow she found enough mobility to lock her ankles around Lucien’s rear and pull him harder and harder into her. She couldn’t stop herself- she ignored the pain that came on the heels of pleasure. Ignored the sensitivity so soon after climax. Ignored the weakness in her muscles and even her own inexperience.
She wanted more.
She needed more.
And for Lucien- to be moving inside the lady he intended to worship with every moment of his life, the woman he had waited on for so many years- there was no way he could stop himself.
Long ago he’d become addicted to Elain’s smile.
Now it was her gasps of pleasure he would obsess over.
He hauled Elain up again, tipping his own body back so that she was sitting astride him, his length buried even deeper in her body. Elain rolled her hips as she struggled to find the right angle to move at.
This time she was the one who bent down towards Lucien’s ear, her breasts tickling his chest, to whisper something naughty, “My lord,” she said, just to see what it felt like.
Lucien growled his approval.
“When you released inside me it felt so. Good.” she accented her words with hard rolls of her hips. “Do you have any more for me? I want to see how deep it can go.”
Lucien cursed.
His intention for that night was to worship Elain as thoroughly as possible. But to hear such filthy words from Elain- the nasal whine as she gasped out “My lord”-
“Let your lord give you more of his cum,” Lucien’s voice was deep and rough. He moved Elain off of him. It was the hardest thing he’d ever done- giving up that heat even for a second.
He’d meant to let Elain ride him a while, but he tipped her onto her side on the altar. Lucien lifted Elain’s leg and draped it across his chest to rest on a shoulder.
Lucien touched the tip of one amber finger to Elain’s knot as he lined up with her hole and pushed into it. While he moved, that finger slid through her folds and slowly up her abdomen.
Elain couldn’t breathe through the raging torrent inside of her protesting Lucien’s gruesomely slow pace. But that finger moved slowly to mirror the tip of the cock inside her. To show Elain a rough estimate of just how deep her husband could go.
“Please, please go faster,” Elain was trembling.
“Please what?” Lucien purred.
“Please- please please please please please… Please my lord.”
“So polite,” Lucien whispered as he finished seating himself inside her. Truthfully he was shaking with the need to elease. “As my good little pet wishes.”
Elain’s entire body contracted when- without warning- Lucien pulled out and slammed back in hard enough to shift the red silk beneath Elain. The lady let out a lewd cry and scrambled for something to hold on to. SOmething to control the fire beneath her- or release a thousand times if such a thing were possible.
She continued to cry out with each thrust as Lucien set a rapid pace. He was so deep, and the angle of their scissored hips meant his thrusts struck somewhere deep inside Elain that made her thrash.
When Elain’s hand went to her knot, she found Lucien holding it in a vice grip.
His knuckles pinched either side of it tight and firm, allowing her no purchase to ease her suffering, and only a thick, hot pain that somehow made her tighter and desperate for more. She pinched her nipples hard, quickly becoming addicted to mixing pain and pleasure.
“Please my lord,” she gasped, “Please, please, please-”
“Please what?” Lucien bit his lip as sweat rolled down his chest. Words were hard. Moaning, grunting, snarling- that was easier. “Tell your lord.”
“Don’t-” Elain’s eyes rolled up as Lucien slammed against her harder, faster even. As his cock head pushed against her cervix and another bolt of pain and pleasure wrecked her.
“Don’t what?” their hips were a violent blur of motion that was making her entire body go from trembling to a frantic shake. The leg pinned to Lucien’s chest would bruise under his crushing grip, not that she minded.
“Don’t… not…” Elain couldn’t pull the words together. She screamed and tensed, but wrapped her hand around Lucien’s and forced him to grip her knot more tightly, more painfully.
Lucien understood. Of course he understood, how could he not?
Elain was burning to death in glorious agony. She wanted to be left in the fire a while longer. To let her moans and cries and screams from before become a tantalizing song. For Lucien to never see that altar the same ever again. To look at it for the rest of his life and see his wife writhing on his cock, trapped at the edge of release until Lucien himself allowed it. Even if it drove her insane.
Lucien forced his hand off Elain’s leg and lunged forward with her next thrust. He wrapped his feet around the one of Elain’s that was still on the altar and used it as purchase against the silk, pulling Elain down on him as he moved his hand to her forearm.
He set a brutal rhythm of thrusting into Elain with everything he had, yanking the arm down to pull Elain’s body harder onto him while he pinched her knot. Torturing her without release.
Lucien had no such person capable of doing this for him. He erupted into Elain again as she choked down air and screamed with the need to release. Elain barely felt the pressure of Lucien spilling inside her around the agony. SHe was tied to a rock as the surf slammed over her again and again. Her mind and body were completely overwhelmed, but her core refused to go numb against the devastating pleasure.
How did anyone force themselves away from their partner? How could anyone stand to exist any way other than this- fused at the hips, the frantic pounding and gasping and moaning? How could anyone get anything productive done once they had a taste of it?
After Lucien came inside her, he adjusted them yet again. A darkness glittered in his eye as he laid down upon the altar, this time with Elain on top and facing away from him. Lucien still held her knot prisoner- just as her core held him.
The new position wasn’t as deep as the last, but it stretched Elain wider, and forced Lucien’s member to shove against the ridge of textured flesh inside of her that was driving her mad.
And then Lucien wrapped his legs around hers and pinned her open. HEr body was limp and her hole dripped the last two releases of her husband along his own cock.
A wet thwack echoed through the room as Lucien pushed hard and fast into Elain again. Her voice was hoarse from the cries. Her fingers twitched and her body was almost completely limp.
Lucien couldn’t go soft, not while he was inside her. Even if he didn’t release, he found he couldn’t stop.
But her body was a miracle, and capable of so much more pleasure than she’d even realized.
As Lucien rocked into her, he slid a finger from his free hand down to where they were connected. It took some angling, but Elain arched and drew a long, shuddering gasp as Lucien forced two fingers into her around his own cock, stretching her even further.
The hand pinching her knot moved too, slid behind her and began probing her rear hole. Elain found the strength to trash and the voice to cry out again as she parted and his finger slid in, rubbing against his cock through the thin flesh that separated both holes.
Elain became even more aware of her knot once it was released. Of the glorious fire he was stroking in her skin without letting her climax.
Elain’s hands came up to her own breasts, which she yanked hard and made herself scream again, tightening around his cock and fingers inside her.
He forced a second finger in, but no more. Not tonight at least. Lucien just used the softest scrape of a nail inside her to push Elain back from the edge, all the while taunting her with the fingers in her ass and the cock sliding through her. To push her down again and again and again whenever the pressure built.
“My lord, my lord, my lord,” Elain moaned at first, then the chant became a cry. She couldn’t find any words, so she began to plead with just those two over and over again. Into those words she poured her desperation and need.
Lucien yanked at her hole with the invading fingers, then removed the two from around the cock and began to rapidly flick at her knot.
Elain screamed and trashed, kicking her legs frantically against Lucien’s and pinning Lucien to the altar with the titanic force of her climax. Moisture shot from her as Lucien continued to assault both of her holes. As he reared up and bit the nape of her neck hard enough to draw just a pinprick of blood, causing Elain to scream in pleasure once more.
Then Elain snarled.
The thing that suddenly spun on Lucien wasn’t entirely fae- or lady for that matter. It was something without any reason. SOmething primordial and primal all at once. Elain twisted her body until she was facing Lucien and shoving his cock back into her swollen, red hole.
Not caring for the mess between their legs, she crashed against Lucien. He rhips ground against his frantically, without technique or purpose beyond initiating friction. SHe needed this more than words could express.
Lucien was pinned down and ridden by Elain. He intended to keep his rational mind tonight- to thoroughly ruin Elain’s body with pleasure from sunset to sunrise- but this undoing was a gift in itself.
Elain’s cries echoed in the temple as she quickly released again- or tried to. Her body heaved and strained, but she barely managed to clench around his cock. For now, at least.
This time when Elain collapsed on his chest, she was still for a time. Unconscious- or too far gone to hear or speak.
Lucien controlled the pace, bracing Elain on top of him as he moved slower or faster as need be. It was a different kind of torture- one Elain had shown surprising expertise in. But Lucien didn’t want to torture himself any longer. He just wanted Elain awake enough to feel another wave of vicious warmth flood inside her.
When Elain’s eyes fluttered open, Lucien kissed her hard and fast. In a few short, quick thrusts he too erupted.
“More,” Elain whimpered, as if he both dreaded and craved what was coming. “I need… I need…”
“It’s alright, my lady,” Lucien whispered against her ear and brushed some of her hair aside. “I’ll give you as much as you need.”
They consecrated the altar many times that night. The bed in his chambers many more times the next morning. The heir of Day and his wife- they discovered the limits their immortal bodies had and then pushed them further.
When they were hungry, Luicen fucked Elain in the dining room.
When the sweat on their skin became unpleasant, Elain road Lucien in the bathing pools.
When they did finally collapse, utterly spent, the first one to stirr woke the other with cock or hole.
It took far too long for them to find their way to one another.
The fae lordling and his lady had more than enough lost time to make up for, and they wouldn’t deny one another the comfort of their bodies for another second.
Summary: Elain and Lucien are reunited after a year of civil war within Prythian. Lucien brings Elain back to Day to marry her in secret, and do something very sinful in the High Temple.
** Happiest of Birthdays to my dear @moononastring!! The Queen of Elucien, and generally just a really awesome human!
It was late evening when Elain finally returned to her cottage on the outskirts of Velaris. The cottage was clean and warm, and more importantly away from her two lovely- but very much happily mated- sisters.
Elain looked to the south and imagined she could see all the way to Day, to the place where her Lucien was. Where he had been for months now, and wondered how long it might be before she saw him again.
But then Elain turned back to her door, and in the setting sun saw a male with untamed crimson hair, rich amber skin, and a shining green eye. Just one- for the other was gold. A souvenir of tragedy that he wore with pride.
Elain’s legs trembled as she saw her mate for the first time in so long. His breath caught in his throat, and before she had a chance to run to him, he was running for her as well.
Elain and Lucien crashed into one another. Without conscious decision Elain’s hands pulled Lucien’s face down to draw him into a kiss. Lucien obeyed, his own arms snaking around Elain to hold her in a fierce and strong embrace.
Being held in Lucien’s arms- it was something so simple once upon a time, and yet Elain’s heart had ached for it. Her eyes burned and her lips began to tremble. The sound that escaped her mouth was not a joyous one, but a sob.
In a moment Lucien had drawn his face back, though his arms still held Elain tight.
“My lady, I’m so sorry I took so long to return,” he whispered, “please don’t cry.”
One year. It had been one year since Elain last held Lucien. In that year Beron had attacked the human lands and taken Lucien as his prisoner. Helion was forced to reveal that Lucien is his son, and the heir to the High Lord of Day. If nothing else, that bought some time for Rhys and Feyre’s forces to draw Beron out, allowing Eris’ men to strike, finally killing his father.
And then Lucien was whisked away to Day, installed at the High Lord’s heir. He had to recover from whatever Beron had done to him, and find his new place in this world that had been ripped out from under his feet.
One year, and he’d finally come home to Elain.
One hand remained holding Elain while the other came to gently wipe away the tears that spilled over. He pressed his palm against Elain’s cheek and the other she leaned into his touch, her breathing still ragged.
“I’m crying because I am happy,” Elain said. “Lucien, please never go away again.”
“I promise I will always be by your side,” Lucien said immediately.
Fresh tears dripped from Elain’s eyes. After a moment’s thought, Lucien dipped his chin and brushed his lips against Elain’s skin. Delicately, he kissed away the moisture, then gently touched his lips to her eyelids.
When Elain closed her eyes and tipped her face up, Lucien once again claimed her lips. This kiss was not the desperate crash from moments before. It was soft and filled with every bit of warmth and love he held in his soul.
Some instinct had Elain parting her lips to grant Lucien more access. She wanted to taste and touch and smell him. To bathe in that fiery scent she’d missed for so long. Every aching and empty moment of the past year could be cleansed from her heart by such a kiss, if only she could have more.
Elain sucked at Lucien’s lips and felt him smile against her mouth. She deepened the kiss. A tongue slipped into Elain’s mouth to stroke her a moment before retreating. The feeling of it was so nice and unexpected that Elain’s toes curled in her shoes.
“My lady?” Lucien pulled back a moment as they both struggled for breath. His eyes were burning in a way that sent a pulse through Elain’s body.
“Huh?” her eyes opened slowly. Lucien was gazing at her, his lips swollen red as Elain’s must also be, and a single eyebrow crooked. Elain felt that she’d been caught doing something, but she had no idea what.
Until Lucien’s eye flickered down. Elain looked and saw where her hands-
She squeaked in embarrassment and quickly withdrew the hands that had gone from holding on to Lucien’s face to holding his hips tight. “N-no, I didn’t mean- it’s not-” she felt herself flushing scarlet and tried to step away, but Lucien yielded her not an inch.
“If my lady would like to touch something, she is welcome to,” Lucien leaned in to whisper the words into Elain’s ear.
Shivers wracked her body, and she felt another pulse shoot through her. Heat was building beneath her skin and she felt something stirring.
“Touch what? What would I touch…” Elain’s cheeks burned. She looked away and licked her suddenly dry lips.
Lucien only grinned, “If my lady would like me to touch something, that is welcome too.”
Elain’s face grew redder in the glow of the setting sun. She trembled slightly before forcing herself to speak, “Actually it isn’t- such things- my upbringing demanded purity… but in the past y-year I- it isn’t that I haven’t- haven’t considered- but such things- not that I don’t- but-”
Lucien chuckled, “Forgive me lady, but I don’t think I can understand the language you’re speaking.”
Elain pushed against Lucien’s chest and this time was released from his embrace. She stood there looking side to side, flapping her arms with nervous energy as she tried to work up the courage to speak.
As he had so many times tonight, Lucien saved Elain from herself once more, “If I can guess your meaning, can I claim a prize?”
As if he could understand anything Elain had been trying to say. Still, she nodded and quickly buried her face in her hands.
“My lady’s upbringing requires purity, so you do not engage in any… improper thoughts?”
The reddening of Elain’s ears was answer enough, but she still nodded her head a few times. She wouldn’t even crack her fingers enough to peer at Lucien.
“Well then my lady is in luck, because all I have are improper thoughts.” He grinned. “So you do not mind being improper, but you’re too shy to show it? Or too shy to say something about it?”
Another hidden nod.
Lucien began to pace and made a show of considering his words, even going so far as to stroke an invisible beard. “Then my is not comfortable saying that she wishes to do impure things to me, and wishes for me to do such things to her as well?”
Elain crumpled, folding until her face was buried in her knees.
“Did I earn my prize?”
Still folded into a ball, Elain nodded her head. Truth be told, Lucien only guessed half. But when she thought of saying the rest, Elain really wanted to hide under a rock forever.
“But as someone who loves and respects you, how could I even think of harming your purity? To do such a thing to my mate… how would I live with myself?”
The heat that had been building in Elain’s face abruptly vanished. Ice replaced it, a very different kind of embarrassment and humiliation. Were she not still hiding, Lucien would have seen the mad blush replaced with skin of purest white. The ball that was Elain tightened.
Lucien had only just returned to her, how could she have screwed this up so badly?
“I think I have an idea,” Lucien continued, undisturbed. He crouched by his mate and forced his hand between her arms to tip Elain’s face up towards his. His strength was crushing, and Elain could not resist as her chin was tipped upwards. Elain was cold and clammy, but Lucien only smiled in that dark and dangerous way. “A way to defile you without committing a sin.”
Power crackled in the air. Elain felt the world whip around her as Lucien winnowed them somewhere else. She opened her eyes and peered up, then sagged in Lucien’s arms.
The temple was massive. Bigger than any single place she had ever seen. Bigger than the throne room of the Hewn City, bigger than the ballrooms other High Lords held their parties in.
The setting sun made the white marble pillars glow as they rose to a jeweled, mosaic ceiling far above. Red and gold silk were draped throughout the space, the traditional celebratory colors of Day. There was not a surface that was not covered with rich cloth- as though the temple had been prepared for the most elaborate of weddings.
“You look lovely even covered in mud and sweat from working in your gardens, but if I might suggest-” Lucien nudged Elain and pointed to a screened off portion of the temple where a truly breathtaking set of red-gold robes hung.
Elain wasn’t sure she would even be able to wear a dress so ornate and expensive if she were a High Lady. Her heart stuttered at the exquisite detailing on the clothes and the sheer cost such fabric would have fetched. Just the hem would have been enough to feed their family for the entire ten years they lived in poverty.
“L-Lucien, what is all this?” Elain trembled as he took it all in. As if the meaning wasn’t obvious enough.
“Doing improper things to a lovely maiden is a sin. But as your husband-” he leaned in to whisper that word in Elain’s ear, “-it would only be fulfilling my duties… with pleasure.”
Lucien had certainly guessed then what Elain was too nervous to ask about. He played his game and had his fun, but at the end of it all he’d been planning a wedding from the start. Elain’s heart had belonged to Lucien for a long time, but if she was going to abandon her strict upbringing and surrender the last shred of purity she had- well, it may sound silly but the thought of a wedding reassured her.
“We can have another with the whole world watching,” Lucien put his hands on Elain’s shoulders and she felt a warm magic ripple through her body. Things shifted and moved and when she looked down she was wearing an intricate series of red-gold robes, the fabric overlapping and twisting with golden clasps. “But I thought this would be a nice secret. A way to endure the months wedding planning takes among the High Lords.”
He wasn’t wrong.
When Nesta and Cassian formally married, it took six months to get the date worked out and set with everyone. It was a brutal, political affair that almost drove the two insane, even though they were already mated.
And Cassian was- with the deepest respect Elain had in her heart for him- a general. Lucien was heir to the High Lord of Day. She couldn’t imagine how long it would take to marry him, and with her entire being she wanted to be with him now. Not just physically, she wanted to be bonded to him in a way that meant something to her once as a human. Not just the mating of the fae.
“I want this,” Elain looked up at Lucien. “I want you.”
Those words brought a tear to his remaining eye.
“What is the traditional ceremony in the human lands?” Lucien led Elain up towards the altar. As he stepped out from behind her she realized his clothes had changed to, into a male version of the layered robes.
“Our wrists are bound with a golden cord,” Elain said. There was a flash of light and the rope appeared. Elain helped Lucien wrap it around their joined hands. “And then we bow to our guests.”
They did so, moving to bow to the empty temple.
“And then to a shrine representing our ancestors,” Elain led Lucien back towards the altar, which they bowed to in place of the usual array of candles. Humans had no gods, and so for a wedding they acknowledged those who had come before.
“And then to one another.” It was more difficult to complete this with their wrists bound together, but they made do.
“And then we are declared wed, and there is feasting and dancing, and at night-” the thin light was nearly out as the sun set behind a distant mountain.
The ceremony was simple, and in many ways it probably didn’t count, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was standing here with Lucien. They would do another wedding one day, with all the chaos and aggravation her sister had been subjected to. But right now, this was what Elain wanted.
Just this.
The rope dissolved into thousands of specks of glittering light that Lucien sent up into the rafters of the temple as the light faded. Glittering chandeliers flickered to life, casting them in a soft glow.
“And then it is time to worship my wife upon the wedding altar?”
“Ye- what?”
Lucien wrapped his arms around Elain’s legs and lifted her over his shoulder.
There was a squeak of surprise and protest as Elain was hoisted like a sack of potatoes, laid across the altar, and Lucien was upon her once again.
It was an embarrassing position to be kissed in. Elain was laying mostly on the altar, but at an angle that meant her legs draped on either side of one corner. Lucien hovered above her, and the placement of his knees meant that his pelvis pressed against Elain’s.
Each had many layers of clothing on, so it wasn’t like she could feel anything in particular- but the position was dangerously intimate.
Lucien’s tongue traced Elain’s lips and she parted for her… husband. He was her husband now. Married.. It felt strange. What was embarrassing about the position they were in? What was ‘dangerously intimate’?
Not only were they married, wasn’t this kind of thing part of the ceremony too? Consummating the marriage was important after all.
So, Elain reasoned, not only should kissing Lucien so intimately not be embarrassing, it was actually expected of her at this point! She would be failing in her duty if she was not in such a position!
The reasoning was flawed and old-fashioned, but there was nothing genuine in it. Elain needed to find a way to push herself forward and give herself permission. Her mother demanded purity and abstinence, never in her life had she even touched herself in an impure way and now she was laying across a altar with a man’s hips pressed against her and that same man devouring her lips and tongue in increasingly fierceful ways.
Elain wanted Lucien badly, her whole body pulsed with need, but she had to find a way to overcome years of trained behavior in an instant. So she used the consummation as an excuse. A pure way to be impure.
Lucien’s lips tightened against Elain’s own as he smiled. He felt Elain’s body relax beneath his, and Elain’s hands slowly came to hold Lucien’s hips.
As Elain parted her mouth further for a deeper kiss, Lucien abruptly moved away. His mouth went instead to the neck. The brush of his hot tongue against the skin made Elain’s blood ignite and she let out a soft gasp, then an undignified groan.
“Lucien,” Elain’s hips lifted of their own accord to increase the pressure of Lucien’s pelvis against hers. Between her legs was an aching hunger she wasn’t entirely familiar with.
“Lucien,” Elain’s voice came out breathless and slightly nasal. It was more of a lover’s gasp than an attempt at speech. “Lucien, we should go to a bedroom… now,” she felt her hips rock shamelessly against Lucien’s pelvis in time with the tongue that was teasing the sensitive curve of her neck.
“Why would we go anywhere?” Lucien was cruel, and dipped his own hips into Elain’s.
The pressure sent a wave of fire through Elain’s blood and she couldn’t help but moan when those lips touched her skin again.
Through her gasping, Elain’s fists tightened around the fabric of Lucien’s robes, using it subconsciously to pull him against her body even as she said, “Not- no appropriate for- a temple.”
A chuckle, and the mouth moved from her neck to gently nip and suck at her earlobe. Lucien whispered, “What isn’t appropriate? I intend to worship my mate as thoroughly-” he drove his hips against Elain’s, “ -and completely- ” another push, “-as possible. Temples are meant for worship, aren’t they?”
Elain’s burning mind decided Lucien’s words were very logical and therefore must be accurate. Besides, no fae god had tried to kill them yet.
She stopped protesting and brazenly lifted her tingling legs to wrap around Lucien’s hips. When Lucien next pressed against her and licked along the curve of her ear, he ground himself against Elain and did not let up. Instead, he increased the pressure and pushed Elain further onto the altar, until she was laying across it fully, Lucien on top of her.
Lucien reached back and pressed on Elain’s legs, forcing them off of him and back down to the altar. At first Elain expected him to pull back and say something, but instead those long, tan fingers grasped the outermost layer of her gown and opened it across the altar.
Elain’s arms were pulled away next and pinned on either side of her head. Lucien held her in place as his mouth returned to Elain’s and their tongues met once more. This time it was Lucien who groaned into Elain, the sound igniting another wave of burning need.
One hand was released, and Lucien held the end of the sleeve delicately as Elain pulled her hand out of the sleeve of the outer robe. Only when she’d lifted it back in place to take hold of Lucien once more was the other hand released and the outermost layer abandoned.
Frankly speaking, Lucien had seen Elain in fewer clothes than this. The traditional wedding robes of Day were expansive and had many layers. But he still leaned away from his lady and stared down at her with heavy eyes. Desire made them glassy, the gaze slightly unfocused as Lucien and Elain both panted. The outer robe was laying neatly open across the altar, but to remove the layers beneath, a series of golden belts had to be pulled away.
To reach down and touch them now would put his hands close to a dangerous place.
But… the belts had to go. They both wanted them gone with the same intense desire.
Lucien had given himself permission to kiss and bite, yet his hands trembled slightly as he stared down at Elain now. Elain was steady as she slid her arms down and began undoing the ties and clasps. Lucien rose on his knees slightly, giving Elain room to arch her back when she needed to reach a piece at the rear. The angle drove her against Lucien. There were still just as many layers of clothes between them, but Elain might have raised herself further than was necessary. Might have lingered a few seconds after she undid the stubborn tie.
But now the robes were of a different cut. The outermost draped over her, the layers beneath crossed one another and meant that it was too hard for Lucien to remain on top of Elain and peel them open to neatly hang over the sides of the altar.
So the heir to the High Lord of Day slid off her and forced himself to stand to the side.
He began a slow circle of the altar. Elain remained laying in place, and Lucien kept a finger on her skin at all times. Stroking her cheek, placing her arms back on either side of her head, running a finger along the side of her boot. His burning gaze always fixated on Elain.
After the loop was complete, he undid the ties on the first layer of robes. As he circled, he opened one side, pausing long enough to tug it lightly and ease the wrinkles. Then he would circle to the next. At the head of the altar he once again stopped and pinched the outermost layer of the sleeves. Elain obediently pulled her arms free and placed them back exactly where they belonged.
The next loop he removed Elain’s second layer of robes- had he ever seen Elain in so little? Elain’s mind couldn’t recall if Lucien snuck a peek as he covered her after her ordeal with the Cauldron.
All she could think about was how light her body felt without Lucien’s on top of it. Too light. Too cold. Her breathing was heavy and as the layers slipped away her scent became more and more obvious.
The second layer was gone. All that remained was the innermost layer. A wrapped top and long, flowing skirts that hid the… situation below. The moisture building in her folds.
Lucien had been off of Elain’s body for too long. Under the heir of Day’s gaze, her passion had stepped aside enough for nerves to take their place.
As Lucien’s gaze burned Elain’s skin, and anxiety was freezing her bones. She’d never been looked at for the sake of looking. Had never felt the weight of a gaze on her body with so little covering it.
One inner robe. Lucien was still in his full wedding robes, and Elain wore less than those prostitutes hanging out of the brothel windows to cajole the men wandering below.
Her hands began to tremble. Elain clenched them into fists and looked away from Lucien.
Lucien marked the movement, but said nothing. He slowly moved to one side of the altar. Elain shivered as he reached out and untied the stays on the top half of her innermost robe. She was trembling as Lucien circled the altar and pulled the far side.
Silk brushed against Elain’s skin and she closed her eyes tight. It took genuine effort to stop herself from rolling away from Lucien or grabbing as many of the layers beneath her as she could and wrap herself up to escape. She had no idea where the dress she’d wore in that morning was, but surely it wouldn’t be the first time someone fled a temple while dressed for a wedding.
What kept Elain on the altar was the thought of how awful she would feel if she did make his escape. How would she explain it to Lucien after? Lucien waited for her for years. He went through so much suffering alone in the mortal realm, all for her sake. To make her feel less burdened by his presence.
Elain had waited for him only one year, when he was first installed in Day, and it was the most wretchedly alone she had ever felt. Beron had launched a war against Helion for the humiliation, while Eris hid their mother somewhere safe.
Every night she would lie awake, sure that Lucien was about to come through the door. Every morning before she opened her eyes she prayed that there would be a red clad man beside her. Every meal she prepared she made enough for two. But that war raged, and Lucien couldn’t come.
“My lady,” Lucien said gently beside her. Elain turned her face away quickly, but Lucien’s finger traced the tear that had escaped the corner of her eye. He must have climbed on the altar, because the next thing Elain felt were his warm lips kissing away the tears trapped in her eyelashes. “My lady, why are you crying?”
Elain’s voice came out in more of a whimper than she hoped, “I just… I just really missed you.” She opened her eyes and drank in the wild beauty of Lucien’s face. A fist closed around her heart and more tears dripped down the sides of her face. “This last year… I really missed you… every single moment.”
“I missed you too,” Lucien said.
Hands slid beneath Elain’s head and Lucien’s body pressed down on her. There was nothing sensual in the touch, just a man holding his wife as if to protect her from the world. Elain buried her face in the crook of Lucien’s neck.
“How did you survive all those years?” Elain had wondered it every day.
There was a pause before Lucien said, “It was hard. It never stopped hurting… but whenever you smile… I would wait a thousand years just to see that just once.”
Tears still dripping from the corners of her eyes, Elain managed a smile for Lucien. She reached up to trace the lines of Lucien’s face with the tips of her fingers. His cheekbones, the angle of his jaw, his nose, his lips- Elain’s chuckle as Lucien snapped and lightly caught a finger with his teeth was half-laugh, half-whimper.
But when Elain laughed, so did Lucien.
“I’ve never… been like this before,” Elain forced herself to say such cringe-inducing words. It seemed to ease some of the tightness in her chest.
“Well, I have,” Lucien whispered as if conspiring. “I’ve had a long time to think about it… and read about it… and dream about it… and practice a bit.” The last part was said softly against Elain’s ear and punctuated by a slight roll of the hips. “I hope my lady will not be disappointed. I promise it will be fun.”
Elain was still embarrassed enough by her own words. Her face turned bright red at Lucien’s frank speech. Elain’s heart didn’t want to be sad. Not on her wedding night. Not after Lucien finally returned to her. She wanted to be happy and to kiss and… and whatever came next.
She wasn’t afraid of the act itself- Lucien would never harm her. She wasn’t afraid of judgment- Lucien had seen Elain’s worst moments and still loved her wholeheartedly. She wasn’t afraid of being deemed unworthy in any way by Lucien.
So if she wasn’t afraid… what was she afraid of?
Elain’s head became dizzy trying to understand it all. In the end she decided not to understand. As she had so many times before, she simply chose to trust in Lucien. Trust her… her husband. The word was so strange in her mind, marriage became such an alien concept after she became fae… But it brought a smile to her lips at long last.
“Husband,” she tried saying it out loud.
Lucien smiled in response and dipped his face to kiss Elain’s lips, “Wife.”
Elain was nervous and unsure of everything, but she knew how it made her feel to kiss Lucien. So she wrapped her arms around Lucien’s shoulders and pulled him down. Lucien resisted just a little- rather than smother Elain as requested he kept the kiss light and gentle.
When Elain parted her lips in invitation, Lucien ignored her. Elain wanted to lose herself in that hot dizziness that swept her mind and worries both away. Lucien had dreamed of this for a long time- as he’d said- and he wasn’t going to go quick and fast. Not when he knew the slower path would be the most fun for his new bride.
Lucien sucked at Elain’s lips, lightly tugging at them with his teeth. He grinned when Elain’s breathing became more labored. The dizziness was building in her mind, easing her fears.
Then the hand on Elain’s cheek vanished. The front of Elain’s shift moved, exposing half her chest. When the hand settled on her ribs, Elain sucked in a hard breath.
She stiffened as a bolt of raw electricity shot through her. That touch- it wasn’t like Elain’s skin had never been touched. But not in intimacy, not by someone she cared so much for, and certainly not as her lips were kissed until they were bright red.
A ragged breath escaped from Lucien as he felt the soft skin beneath his fingers flutter. His hands were slightly cold, but there was enough force in that touch that Elain wasn’t ticklish. In fact, she gasped and one arm left Lucien’s neck to cover the hand against her side. Lucien hesitated somewhat, but chuckled against Elain’s lips as his hand was not pushed away, but held down firmly in place.
Then, at last, Lucien kissed Elain as deeply as he desired.
A broad lick of his tongue up the column of Elain’s throat made the lady arch her back and gasp for breath. As she did, her oxygen was stolen away by Lucien’s mouth. Lucien pressed against Elain hard as the dizzying wave crashed over them both.
Elain’s legs lifted and- without conscious decision to do so- wrapped around Lucien’s hips. One ankle crossed the other as Elain locked herself in place. As air became too precious a commodity, Lucien released her mouth and latched onto her neck, licking and sucking with such animalistic ferocity that Elain couldn’t stop the whimpering groan that escaped her mouth.
She was on fire beneath Lucien. All Elain could think about was the hand on her side, the epicenter of the wondrous agony that was burning through her flesh. She held Lucien’s hand in place, but she wanted to feel that electricity across her entire body.
Lucien didn’t silence himself. He moaned against Elain’s neck, the sound adding to the her frenzy even more. There were too many layers of silk between the pair. Lucien’s robes were as heavy and rich as the ones Elain had worn. It wasn’t fair, not when only a hand and lips touched Elain directly.
Elain forced herself to release Lucien and grab onto the neck of his robes. She began to tug at them roughly. It was sloppy, especially considering the care Lucien made to gently remove Elain’s, but she was desperate.
Lucien’s grip on her side tightened almost painfully, enough so that Elain’s mind came back to her body. She was gasping as she realized just how tightly her legs were wrapped around Lucien. How her back was arched against his chest. The damp stain that appeared between her own legs as the silk undergarments became smeared with her moisture.
But this time Elain didn’t want to stop. She tugged again at Lucien’s robes. A red flush covered her cheeks, chest, and arms, but she didn’t care.
Elain managed to push the outer robe over one of Lucien’s shoulders, staring up at him as if in challenge. Lucien withdrew and slid off the altar. Elain’s eyes burned as she slid her arms free from the top. Until only the wrap around her hips- a thin layer of silk- covered her body.
She couldn’t stop the arm that crossed her chest to hide her nipples. Lucien marked that too, as always.
“I want to-”
“We have our own customs here,” Lucien grinned. His skin began to glow and the robes- those expensive and exquisite silk robes began to burn. The silk smoked and shriveled as red flames spread from the shoulders down, slowly consuming everything. Gold charms and chains from different parts of the robes melted and dripped down to the floor.
Elain almost forgot that Lucien had fire in his blood. As his shoulders were slowly exposed there was no hint of the burned silk upon them. No soot or ash, no charred skin. Lucien was the living flame that burned through his clothing.
His chest was exposed first. Elain licked her lips as broad muscles gleamed in the firelight. Her fingers itched to touch them- to feel the hardness of his abdomen. Elain swallowed hard imagining how it would feel to press against such a chest.
The fire continued to burn. Lucien’s shoulders pushed back and he stood just a little bit straighter for Elain’s inspection as the fire drifted lower…. Lower.
Elain still had shoes, foot covers, and those thin pants on. Lucien-
He burned away every last scrap.
Elain gasped a bit as a certain part of Lucien was exposed. Genuine effort went into not looking away or hiding her face. Lucien felt no shame in Elain’s gaze. His smile grew predatory as he noted that his lady was staring at the hardening length between his legs.
“Does my lady approve?” Lucien said after a long pause. Smug and confident.
“L-Lucien, don’t say stuff like that…” Elain brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear quickly.
Lucien returned to the altar. He pulled Elain’s shoes off, then her foot covers. He crawled onto the altar, his toned muscles shifting. Elain’s eyes were locked on the member that hung down. She jumped as it touched the side of her thigh through her pants.
Elain was still propped up on her elbows. Lucien stopped nose-to-nose with her and stared at his wife’s eyes while he undid the ties on either side of Elain’s hips that held the pants on and tugged the fabric lightly.
Another gasp from Elain as cool air brushed against her shaved mound. Lucien wasn’t as neat with this final layer as he’d been with the others. He opened the fabric and pushed it out of the way, exposing Elain wholly.
rowan telling aelin he doesn’t deserve her is giving my elucien-wired brain very much lucien speaking to elain
just lucien and rowan’s stories are acually similar in that regard — having lost someone they believed to be their mate and feeling the blame and guilt for it. let’s just hope lucien’s story ends similar to rowan’s too.
Seriously, is it any shock that SJM had to create a storyline where Elain refuses to interact with Lucien even a little bit after she moves on from Graysen?
You put these two in a situation where they are truly receptive to one another’s advances and they’re going to instantly be smitten. They share so many incredible qualities it’s going to be impossible for them not to feel joy together, not to be able to admit when they are wrong, not to appreciate a little feistiness from the other.
SJM has made them such beautiful match that she has to literally prevent them from spending any time alone or interacting with their walls down because there is no way they aren’t instantaneous best friends who have the added bonus of finding the other devastatingly attractive.
Real talk, since acosf came out I haven’t really had an acotar series OTP. Nessian was never it for me, and feysand got a makeover in acosf that was more like a “before” than an “after”. I’ve always appreciated elucien and knew they would be good for one another and logically, knew they will happen in canon.
But every single scenario I think of elucien in, every AU, every way it could play out in canon, I am . Their potential. The turmoil of resisting your own emotions. Of having heard all these things about the other person, and wondering what was true, what was exaggerated, and figuring those things out. Wondering why you’re paired with them. Learning about each other and realizing “ugh, maybe I do like this person after all”. And watching one another go through the exact same process as you are and knowing that no one else will know what it’s like.
When someone declares that Lucien and Elaine are not endgame, I immediately remember how these two were literally created for each other and Sarah herself did not expect this.
I REPEAT, THEY FOUND EACH OTHER ON THEIR OWN, DESPITE THE FACT THAT SARAH WANTED TO SET THEM UP WITH OTHERS!
Sarahis the Cauldron and the Mother and the author but even she was like “well I guess these two are happening, didn’t see that coming”
Working hard on a couple lil posts and stuff trying to get my brain to work and in the meantime here’s some Elain (w/ short hair bc I said so) and Lucien caught in the rain somewhere that I drew a while ago
Anyone else wondering wtf is going on with Jurian and Vassa and Lucien ? Cause I know y’all felt the tension that ONE time we seen them all together! Love triangle ?
And that makes me wonder what does that mean for Elain and Lucien ? Mhmnn
Don’t hate me but .. I don’t see Azriel with Gwyn.. I can see why they both would be good for eachother but there’s no real sparks. HE GAVE HER a hand me down GIFT like wtf..
but I don’t completely want him with Elain either, it would be too unrealistic if all 3 bat boys end up with all 3 sisters ..
As much as I love how the mating bond snaps in for couples .. SJM has to stop making everyone mates. It Just defeats the purpose of it being RARE and special. It should be something that surprises everyone, but it Just feels like everyone has one-
but as she stares into Azriel’s eyes and his shadows scream to lung at her and grab her before she disappears, she whispers something so low she knows only his shadows will hear, and with a cruel smile, he falls to his knees.
The shadowsinger’s eyes now where the beautiful woman, so sweet-so gentle he once loved, was gone. And no one spoke or moved as his eyes went dead. His shadows swirling around him completely swallowing him whole, and Azriel then vowed to raise hell and go to the ends of the earth to get Elain back..
