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Baelor loves fucking you. 

But a close second might just be watching his brother ruin you, just as you ruin him. 

It starts off as an idea to Baelor at first. A morning dining with his brother and having you waiting on them was never meant to be anything really. Until he noticed his brother’s gaze lifting from the book in his hand to you leaning over him while you served him. 

He noticed the way Maekar’s eyes travelled along the sight of your body, the way his jaw tensed as the slip came dangerously low at your chest and the way the thin material did nothing to hide what was underneath. The man looked starved and Baelor could tell it wasn’t for the food that was plated in front of him. 

Maekar is a hard one to crack, Baelor knows he can’t simply just offer you up to him. 

Baelor flaunts you like you're a meal Maekar can’t have. He has you tend to them at their joined breakfasts, always fucks you in places Maekar might see and even forces you out into the halls of the redkeep where he might find you, marks littering your chest and his cum dripping down your leg. 

He knows what he’s doing and you’re none the wiser. 

Not until you’re cornered by the younger brother one day, your uncle entering your chambers with a certain agitated look in his eyes. 

Baelor finds you both, just as he pictured it. 

You lifted upon a table, thighs spread for your uncle’s body as he thrusts his thick fingers inside your walls.  You're clinging onto him, holding onto his arms to keep yourself from falling as your walls convulse around him and you come undone. 

It’s then when you notice your father stood by the doorway, eyes catching yours with a victorious smirk on his face. 

You can’t even say anything, only letting out stupid moans as Maekar replaces his fingers with his cock, not caring for how sensitive you are. You can only let it happen, nails digging into your uncles arms while your father remains by the door.