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sum: you start an exchange with valarr. sex for him doing you homework, but soon enough it became more than you bargained for.
warning: porn with plot, manipulative behavior, oral (fem and masc receiving), p in v sex, pet names (baby doll, bambi), cream pie, cursing, work in exchange for sex, public sex, evil ass Valarr.
word count: 6.5k
a/n: this was writing for a friend but I decided to post it! if I miss anything let me know, also I promise I am working on part two of the daeron fic.
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It was a simple deal that started at the beginning of the semester. You need help with your grades. The last school year was rough on you, by the end you were so drained you couldnβt even enjoy the summer because of how badly you dreaded the start of the new year.Β
Valarr was the man of your choice, he was reserved and for good reason. With his family name stalking him everywhere Valarr thought best to keep to himself, and the top of your e-com class which was the class you had the worst grades in.Β
When you approached him with this arrangement, it was in the school library. He was in a back seat surrounded by text books with his headphones on. You could feel your throat close up as you got closer to his table. You slid into the seat across from him but Valarr didnβt even look up. You sigh and tap your fingers at the top of his notebook he was writing in.Β
Valarr pauses for a few seconds, enough time for you to pull away and sit straight in your seat with your hands folded over your lap. He finally looks up at you with his heterochromia eyes with a sharp glare. He pulls his headphones off, βDo you need something?βΒ
You opened your mouth but the words were stuck in your throat.Β Valarr raised an eyebrow, he shook his head to urge on to speak. You look down at your lap, your cheeks start to heat up and your chest tightens.
βRight, I need your helpβ¦β You start, your voice starts to trail off. βWith e-com.βΒ
βWhy?β His voice had an edge of annoyance, it was sharp. It cut down any confidence you had which was already low.Β
βLast year, I nearly ran myself ragged and Iβm already struggling with e-com. I canβt go through that again.β You started to tug at the hem of your shirt.Β
βWhat do you want me to do about that? I donβt have time to tutor you if thatβs what youβre asking for.βΒ
Your gaze found him and shook your head, βIβm not looking for a tutor.βΒ
Valarr leaned forward, looking you up and down then stared right into your eyes. βThen why the fuck are you bothering me?βΒ
βIf you do my homework for e-com. I know you'll double your workload but Iβll give you anything in exchange.β You blurt out.Β
Valarrβs expression shifted ever so slightly but his demeanor flipped. Whatever annoyance he had disappeared all that was left in intrigue. You knew two things about Targaryen men, they had an ego that came into the room long before they did and had a sex drive that was insatiable.Β
Now in the few years you had been in Uni you hadnβt heard any stories about girls sleeping with Valarr so you were taking a long shot with this but you had to try.Β
βAnything?β Valarr says above a whisper, look for confirmation.Β
You kick a shoe off and run it up his leg, stopping at his mid thigh. βAnything.βΒ
Valarr smiled at you. His eyes darkened and his gaze lowered to your lip, then your chest then back up your eyes. And finally his smile widened drastically. Bingo.
βOkay.β he replied, leaning back in his chair.Β
You swap numbers and emails to send him your assignments. Then you gathered your things with a small proud smile on your lips as you left the library.Β
Three days later Valarr texted you to meet him at a campus cafe. It was the middle of the day. You were in the mess hall on the other side, it would take you fifteen minutes to get there. But you made the walk in half that time.Β
Once you arrived you found Valarr with a cup of tea sitting in a corner by a window. When you took your seat in front of him Valarr smiled. βDo you want anything?β he asked.
You shook your head, βI just came from the mess hall.βΒ
Valarr nods, βI see, well I guess itβs best we get started. I wanted to lay down some ground rules.βΒ
βOkay.βΒ
βWe are not bringing anything from our physical relationship outside of the bedroom, okay? We are just classmates everywhere else.βΒ
You nod in agreement which earned you an approving smile from Valarr.Β
βNext, no kissing on the lips.β This is more of a command than a ground rule.Β
Your heart lurched but you nod, βThatβs okay with me.βΒ
βAnd my last rule, the sex will not outweigh your work load, am I clear?βΒ
You nod once more, βThat seems fair enough.βΒ
Valarr takes a sip of tea, βAny rules on your part?β
You look down to your lap and bite your lip. You couldnβt think of anything immediately. βUhhβ¦I guess I donβt want this exclusive?βΒ
You look up at him to seek approval for your suggestion. You watch as Valarrβs lip twitches into a sneer. βIβm not too sure of that, what happens if you find someone who wants to be exclusive? You want to pass this class?βΒ
βYes.β
βYou canβt do that if I stop doing your homework.β Valarr leaned over whispering in an eerie possessive tone. βAnd you wouldnβt want that?β
If you were a smarter woman you would stop right here. Valarr, while having an easy way to argue against your first rule, made your stomach flip. Maybe it was his eyes, they seem to sharpen at the thought of you with someone else. Or his tone. His words were drenched in arrogance, he knew better. He was firm but held a sense of genuine care.
You sigh, reconsidering options. βNo. Okay umβ¦you canβt finish inside me if we ever go without protection.βΒ
Valarr takes another sip of his tea. βFine.βΒ
You raised an eyebrow and his answer was short and almost dismissive. But you ignored it going on to give your second rule. βAlso, if this is not to be a public affair then no visible marks. Iβm fine with bites and bruises but I donβt want anyone above my collarbone.βΒ
Valarr didnβt reply but you could tell he at least had no objections to it so you continue.Β Β
βAnd lastly, we canβt do it at my apartment, I have four roommates. You'll never get your privacy you want and I donβt want to know about this exchange.βΒ
βOkay.β Valarr downed the rest of his tea then gave you a curt nod getting up to leave. βI will call some next week then, yeah?βΒ Β
βSounds good.β
The night you first slept with Valarr you were getting ready to go out to a house party with a couple of your roommates. The call came just as you were heading out the door, you answered the call haphazardly.Β
βHello?β your words slightly slurred from the two shots of vodka you had not too long ago for a bit of pregaming.Β
βWhatβs your address?β Valarr asked almost as if he was distracted.
βWhat? Why do you need my address?β then you tried to lower your voice, βI told you we arenβt sleeping at my house.βΒ
βNo, I'm sending you a car.β Valarrr huffs out, you tell there was annoyance written on his face.
βWhy would you do that? I'm going out to a house party.β
You could almost hear Valarr stop in his tracks, βNo youβre not.βΒ
His tone felt so sharp it made you freeze, your friends didnβt notice you stop and you hoped they wouldnβt. βBut Iβm dressed, Iβm making my way there now.β you muttered quietly.Β
βTurn around and go back to your apartment then.βΒ
He wasnβt asking, he was demanding. But naively you thought you could negotiate. βCome on, Valarr. I made them a promise to go out.βΒ
βThen make up some lie. Like you starting to feel unwell.β Valarrβs tone was a cross between whine and growl. You didnβt know someone could make a sound like that but if anyone could it would be Valarr.Β
βOkay.β You decided against your better judgement to agree. βIβll text you my address in a few, bye.β You ended the call before Valarr could say anything else
βHey girls!β You call out. βI think I ate something that expired earlier and my stomach is killing me. Go on without me, Iβm gonna head back home.β This earned you protest and also your friends offering to just do a girls night in. However eventually you convince them to go on without you.Β
On the walk back to your apartment you texted Valarr your address.
You didnβt wait long before a sleek black car with tinted windows pulled up. Immediately you knew that was the car Valarr sent. You walk up to it and go up to the door but before you could the driver comes up and opens it for you.Β
βThanksβ You sheepishly say as you duck into the car.Β
The ride was a silent but smooth twenty minutes and then you arrived at an apartment complex that was lavish you could hardly believe itβs real. Exiting the car a door man is waiting out front and welcomes you in and takes you to the elevator. βI will inform Mr. Targaryen youβre on your way up.β The door man ushers you into the elevator, uses a key card on a small black pad then presses the button to the top floor.Β
You could feel your head spin, before you could bail out and demand to be taken home the elevator door shuts and starts to move. And it was the longest elevator ride of your life. It took a solid minute and a half. You press your thumb into the middle of your palm to help with the nausea feeling that started to form.Β
The elevator stopped with a bit of a jolt and the doors opened to an apartment that was four times the size of your own, at least. You cautiously step out and look around the sleek and minimalist design. It suited Valarr quite a bit. It was also cold. It didnβt help that you were in a mini skirt that barely covered your ass and plunge neckline top that exposed your back and the valley between your breasts.Β Β
βYouβre here finally.βΒ
You turn to see Valarr walking in a simple white tee and sweats but he was wearing glasses. You cock your head to the side, Valarr was handsome no doubt but there was something endearing to see him in glasses. They softened his face.Β
βAnd youβre staring.βΒ
You could roll your eyes at him, βNo just admiring, I didnβt know you wore glasses.βΒ
Valarr shrugged, βI donβt like to wear them outside the house. Anyways.β He crossed the living room towards you. His eyes were dragged down your body, you wanted to sink into yourself. He was not looking at you, he was stalking you like prey. Like you were such a poor little lamb awaiting slaughter.Β
He made no comment on your clothes as his hands found your hips. He messaged the fat on them and leaned down, he bit the shell of your ear. Then he started to kiss down your throat, starting from just under your ear. They were soft and teasing.Β
Valarrβs hands travel down the hem of your skirt. He pushed it up and palmed your ass, his hands were cold to the touch. You jumped at that feeling with a little gasp. Valarr laughed against your skin, βCalm downβ¦β he whispers.
You hum in response bringing your hands up to his hair and tangle your fingers in them. You start to loosen in his hold as your body warms up. With his hands on your ass you hike up your leg to hook around his hip and start to grind against him. You could feel his half hardened cock against your clothed clit.Β
Valarr let out a soft moan and pulled you against his body and rolled his hips into yours. The two of you start grinding into each other. You started to kiss his neck and tugged at his hair at the base of his neck. Valarr groaned deeply and pressed his clothed cock into you. Then he leaned into your ears, βGet on the couch.β Then he shoved you back and you stumbled back and then you scurried to the couch.Β Β
You climb on to the couch with Valarr kneeling down in front of you and as you face him he pulls your legs apart. He hooked his hand under your thighs and started to kiss your inner thighs. You shudder and your thighs twitch closed but Valarr pressed forward to keep your thighs open with his shoulders.Β
He started to kiss the edge of your panties then he started to bite and suck at your skin. Valarr began attacking your thighs, your skin started to bloom in dark little bruises. He also began to start rubbing circles on your hips.Β
Your cunt starts feeling wholly neglected. There was a sense of emptiness that consumed you. You breathe out sharply as your finger finds Valarrβs hair as you try to tug him closer to your cunt. Your hips twitched as much as Valarrβs grasp could allow. βValarr come donβt tease.βΒ
Valarr looks up at you, his glass fogged up and slightly askew. βIβm not teasing, Iβm taking my time.βΒ
You huff out in frustration and roll your head back to look up at the high ceiling above. You close your eyes and tighten your grip on his hair trying best to ground yourself to something. Your breathing grew ragged as Valarr hooked his finger on your panties and started to pull down. Then you heard the sound of cloth rippling and your eyes shot down to see Valarr tearing them off of you.Β
βValarr waitββ He shut you up by placing his lips on your clit.Β
βOh fuck!β Your voice echoed as you shouted. You could feel Valarr smile against you before he licked down the side of your cunt lips. Then he pressed a kiss on your slit which made you sigh loudly. Valarr then inserted his tongue in you, his nose pressed against your clit.Β
The feeling of his tongue made you clench and your heart strain. You started to rock against his face moaning and whining out his name, Valarr moved to lick clit and suck on it again. You arched to get closer and plugged him closer to your body. Your body felt like molten fire, you were panting so loudly as Valarr consumed you whole. His tongue started to like up and down your cunt gathering your arousal on the muscle.Β
His movements were intense and sharp and at some point you felt overwhelmed. The pleasure Valarr gave you came in waves. Your legs overpowered Valarrβs grasp and encased him between his thighs. His glasses started to sit crooked on his face because of this. This made Valarr groan deeply into you which made you arch your back off the couch.Β
But you trapping Valarr with your legs didnβt stop him from ravaging you. His ministrations were repetitive but passionate. He was relentless with his tongue as he went back and forth from sucking and licking. You started thrust into his face trying to match his face and chase the high of your orgasm.
Valarr pulled away, taking a deep breath and smiling at you. βAre you close?βΒ
βValarr!β You call out at the loss of his mouth.Β
βUse your words, answer me.βΒ
You felt tears prick your eyes in immediate frustration, βYes! Gods yes! Iβm getting so close.βΒ
Valarr nods and dive back in between your thighs. You cry out in pure bliss. A heat started to expand from your clit and throughout your body. Eventually you felt every muscle in your body tighten. Your orgasm hit you like a rubber band snapping, it was sudden and intense. You scream out in pleasure as you grab on to Valarr as tight as you could.Β
He helped you ride out your orgasm with soft licks on your clit but it soon became entirely too much. You started to cry and whine as you tried to push Valarr off you. And he graced you with mercy, pulling you and rising from your legs. Valarr sat on the back of his heels and fixed his glasses. His lower face wore the evidence of your pleasure. Valarrβs lips were plush and glossy, eyes blown wide. He seemed to enjoy himself just as much as you did.Β
You felt relief without any stimulation. But Valarr wasnβt that nice as he started to gently rub your clit with his middle fingers. βYouβre better than any meal Iβve ever had.β He whispers as he leans over you, his face growing closer to you.Β
You stutter out a βThank youβ which makes him smile.Β
βYouβre welcome, my smart girl.β He whispered back in a condescending tone. Then pressed a chaste kiss on your lips making you. You freeze at the feeling and before you cuddle say anything Valarr disappeared leaving you on the couch limp with your cum leaking out of you.Β
From then on sex was a weekly occurrence. Always at his apartment. And for the exception of the first time, no rules were ever broken. It was very clinical. Youβd come over around 9 oβclock in the car that he sent. You come up and Valarr would immediately be all over you. Pushing to the couch or dragging you to his bedroom where he would explore your body until understood exactly what made you tick.Β
But it was nothing more. When you were in class Valarr didnβt do as much as look at you. And it would sting, especially after night you spend it on his bed wrapped up in one another, faces mere inches, well more centimeters away from each other. But this is what you agreed to, it was your idea. You need a good grade so youβll take what is given to you.Β
But halfway into the semester something shifted in Valarr, he started demanding more of your time. But the class seemed more intense so perhaps the class assignments were as well. Sex went from once or twice a week to four times. And at first tried to protest but Valarr knew how to disarm you. He spoke softly and in a collected manner that convinced you to oblige. Your time became his.
This also came with something more uncomfortable. Men would flirt with you and you wouldnβt reciprocate but you enjoyed the attention. And some men just want to be your friend. But it didnβt matter. Valarr started to insert himself in the conversation. He shooed them off all the same.Β
He kept a hand on the small of your back or an arm around your shoulder. He was guarding you from them. And eventually the men start to dwindle. And Valarr always reassured you that they werenβt any good for anyways and also would remind in less than gentle manner to not get involved with anyone.Β
But he was right, this is what you agreed to.
Valarr unyielding need for you left you little time to study once you left campus. You wind up in Valarrβs bed, but he respected your time on campus. At least you thought he did. Between classes you would spend time in the library working your other assignments and studying for quizzes.Β
Today was no different.Β
You found a corner far in the back of the library. The building was rather empty, it was a rare day of solitude. But it was for as long as you were busy writing down notes Valarr came up behind you and cage you behind his body and the table. You recognized it was him by the dragon rings on his fingers.Β
You ignored him and continued to write your notes. But you could feel Valarr press into your upper back, his cologne filled your senses and his breath fanned on the back of your neck. βI didnβt know you actually studied, how quaint.βΒ
βItβs only e-com I struggle with.β You whispered.Β
βYes, I know much that bothers you.β He whispers back before planting a soft kiss on your cheek.Β
You pause for half a second before going back to your notes. Valarr takes the seat next to you and can feel his imbalance gaze on you. βDo you need something, Valarr?β You finally look up from your paper.Β
He shrugs.Β
Under the soft library lights Valarr seems to glow, heβs radiant like a celestial body. You would compare it to the moon, bright when heβs there, drowning out any other competition in the dark skies. His light is silvery and addicting to be in. But he has no warmth.Β
βAre you going to just watch me study? What does that turn you on?β You lean over and teasingly whisper to him.Β
Valarrβs eyes just darken. His gaze became quite serious and the playful expression he held vanished. You immediately knew you had made a mistake. You try to laugh it off, βIβm just joking.β You said meekly.Β
Valarr did reply, only leaning over and cupping your cheek and kissing your jaw. βWhat if I say it does?β he whispers against your skin.Β
Your body still, βValarr.β you warn him. βJust wait βtil we leave. Iβm still studying.βΒ
But you could feel him shaking his head, βNo Iβm too impatient. Get on your knees.βΒ
You pull back with wide eyes, βWe are in a library.β you hiss.Β
But Valarr just stared at you with his nostrils flaring slightly. Another trait you could go without. He hated to repeat himself. Valarr should have to tell you to do something once. But today you attempted to stand your ground.Β
βValarr we have rules, you walk a thin line with your behaviour when I talk to other men but this? And we can get in a lot of trouble for this? We can get thrown out of school. Plus you came here bothering me, you can wait a bit.β You argue, your voice was shaky as the longer you talked the more frustrated Valarr grew.
βYou, perhaps but they wouldn't throw me out.β Those words made you frown. Your eyes stung with tears instantly. You looked down at your lap trying to recompose yourself but your heart racing and your stomach was knots.Β
βOh babydoll, donβt cry.β Valarr pushed your face up to look at him.
You tried to push his hand off you but he was stronger than he looked. βValarr, would you always have to be so mean?βΒ
Valarr let out a little laugh, βIβm sorry I didnβt mean that.β Then he leaned forward to kiss you on your cheek. βJust get on your knees, itβll be fun. I promise.βΒ
You sighed, it was useless to argue against him. So you sunk onto your knees in front of Valarr. He smiled down at you and brushed any stray hairs from your face. His touch was gentle, then his thumb brushed your lip. It was his signal to open your mouth. And you complied, allowing his thumb to slip in. You sucked on it softly while looking up at him with wide eyes with pupils dilated.Β
βYour eyes are so beautiful, like a fawn. Youβre my little bambi arenβt you.βΒ
You just nod mindlessly.
Valarr pulled his fingers from your mouth and patted your face before he started to undo his belt and pants. He pulled out his cock which was already hard. The tip was flushed pink and the vein that ran on his underside was protruding. You take a deep break and bring your hand up to pump the length of his cock.Β
He loud a soft whine. Then you sit up on the heels of your feet and take his tip into your mouth. You suck on it lightly as you give him a cautious look. Valarr started to pet your hair and began to guide mouth to take his full length.
You gag a bit as his head of cock hits the back of your throat. Valarr gripped your hair and took control of the pace immediately. You moan at the feeling of Valarr gripping your hair. Valarr groaned at the felt and thrusted up a bit.Β
The suddenness of the thrust made you moan again. Valarr shuddered and continued to thrust into your mouth. The only sounds to be heard was the repetitive thrust of Valarr into your mouth.Β It was wet and precum combined with dribble started to leak from the side of your mouth.Β
Valarr pulls you off him but you whine at the loss of his cock in your mouth. You take your hands and bring his cock to your mouth. You lick the length of his shaft and suck on the side of it like a popsicle.Β
βYouβre such a good girl.β Valarr groans out.Β
You perk up at his praise and look up at him. You take his cock back into your mouth with your eyes locked on him. His eyes softened watching you and whimper leaves his lips.Β
βIβm so close.β
This spurred you on to bob your head up and down. Your hands came down to message his balls for extra stimulation. Valarr nearly yelps but holds it together throwing his back with his eyes shut.Β
You pull off just enough to suck only on his tip. You can feel his cock twitch in your hold. You sucked harder and once again Valarr thrusted into your mouth and this time he spilled his cum into your mouth.Β
It was warm in your mouth, you pulled off and swallowed thickly. Valarr looked at you with hazy eyes, he placed a hand on cheek. He beckoned you and for a second you thought he was going to kiss you but he pulled you on to his lap.Β
βYou did such a good job, baby doll.β
He was breathing heavily and buried his face into your neck. His hand started to undo your pants.Β
βValarr.β You whisper.Β
βShhhβ¦βΒ
You just relaxed into him as his fingers rub small circles in your clit. βYouβre so wet.β
Valarrβs fingers then entered you, curling upwards. You wanted to gasp but you bit your lip. Valarr set a pace that was scathing. Your hips stuttered to match his pace. Whines and whimpers leaving you.
βYou gotta be quiet, remember? You don't want to get caught.β You shake your head.Β
Valarr laughed, βNo you donβt. But what a slut you are, huh? Letting me finger you in the library. What a whore you are. Are you whore?β Valarr bit at your neck which made you whine softly.Β
βAnswer my question, honey.βΒ
You nod, βYes, Iβm a whore.β
Valarr smiled against your cheek, then he bit it. His fingers started curling further, brushing against the small sponge spot. You nearly scream but curled up tight, tears slipping from your eyes.Β
βAre you gonna cum? Cum for me.β
You nodded, leaning into him. Your body felt on edge. You were so close, you grip his wrist and let out a breathy moan. Then your hips jerked up, as your orgasm came in slow waves. Valarr continued to fuck you though your orgasm. It started to become too much, you nearly screamed. But Valarr knew your body and pulled you into a kiss to shut you open.Β
It caught you off guard but you melted into the kiss. And eventually Valarr let you go, his hand slipped from your pants and he pushed you off him. Your legs felt so shaky so you stumbled into the table. Once you caught your balance you straighten out your clothes and you heard Valarr do the same.Β
βPack up, weβre getting food.βΒ
You were too gone to argue with him so did as you were told. Packed up as quickly as you could and left the library hand-in-hand.
Spring break was tomorrow but most of the campus was gone including all of your roommates. You had the whole apartment to yourself for the next week. You relaxed on your couch flipping through movies youβd like to catch up on.Β
Then there was a knock at your door. With a scowl, you at the entrance of your apartment then there was another batch of rhythmic pounding on the door. You get up with a groan and peer through the peep hole to see Valarr.Β
You closed your eyes and dropped your heads against the wood. βWhat are you doing here?β You call through the door.Β
βJust open the door.β Valarr called back.
βNo, answer the question.βΒ
Valarr began banging on your door again. You jump back and take a deep breath.Β The banging continues until you decide to open the door.Β Valarr looked relieved moving forward to cup your face. βHi babydoll.βΒ
βWhat are you doing here?β You try to avoid eye contact with him.
Valarr silence was all you needed. You pushed your face to angle so that you would lock eyes with him. His eyes were round and his eyebrows furrowed. It was a wordless plea. You tried to hide your head, shame building in you. You knew he had nearly broken every rule. This was only one he hadnβt. And something snapped in you.Β
βValarr, I need you to leave.β
He stared at you with shock, you never denied him. Even when you knew Valarr was just fucking you outside the parameters of what you agree. But something about it happening here, in your space. It made your stomach lurch.Β
βI donβt want you here.βΒ
Valarr just tried to hold you closer, βPlease baby doll I need you.βΒ
You felt your throat close up, βValarr we have rules, which I have allowed you to break, but not this one.βΒ
Valarrβs hand found your hips as he sunk to his knees, he kissed the top of your thighs. βPlease.βΒ
An annoyance struck you watching Valarr on your knees. βThis is pathetic, Valarr.β And the second those words left you, his grip on your thighs tightened.Β
βYou want to talk about pathetic?β his voice immediately dropped.Β βHow about you? Trading your body away for a good grade like some slut.βΒ
The venom in his tone made you shrink into yourself. Your eyes started to sting and without thought you slapped him. He was right, you were just some slut. You constantly grappled with the ethics of it but hearing it from it made it feel 10 times worse.Β
Valarrβs cheek flared up red immediately and his eyes widened with shock.Β
βI may be pathetic but I know I am. You however? You decide to put in place rules you didnβt even follow!β You growl.Β
It felt like a standoff.
βJust get out.βΒ
βNo.β Valarr rose from his knees and held your cheeks, both of them. βBecause you want me, just as much as I want you.βΒ
You grimace. Valarr was an arrogant and prideful being but his observations were never wrong. You did want him, you let so much slide because at the end of the day this adoration and attention from Valarr was godsent.
This relationship became a tangled mess of contradictions.Β
One you tried to convince yourself made sense. But you knew you were clingy to something that didnβt exist anymore.Β
βCome one baby doll, you said it yourself I donβt even follow them, whatβs one more rule?β His voice was low as he came closer to your face. Your lips were so close. You shrug and thought to yourself.Β
Β βWhat was one more rule?βΒ
You pull him down for a deep intimate kiss. Your fingers in his hair tugging it firmly making him moan into the kiss. His hands found your hips quickly and gripped it tightly as he tried to fight for control of the kiss.Β
For once you had dominance over him. You pull away from the kiss and pull to your couch. Valarr followed your wordless command and sat down. You climbed onto his lap and continued to kiss him. Valarrβs hand found purchase on your ass as he started to guide you to grind against him.Β
This made your stomach flip as a moan slipped from your lips. Valarr continues to guide you, his cock hardened under you. You pull from his lips and let out a proper whine. You were dressed in long sleeping shorts and an old t-shirt. The fabric of your short pushing up against your clit made you wither on Valarrβs lap.Β
Valarr started to match the movements of your hips with his own. You lock as you grind against each other. It was pure ecstasy but anger pulled at your heart strings as you looked into his imbalanced gaze.Β
βYouβre such a bastard.β You growl.Β
Valarr just smiles at you, βYeah but Iβm yours.βΒ
You roll your eyes and lean down and start to kiss along his neck. Valarr sighs out your name and cups the nap of your neck. Even when you initiate his pleasure he must have a guiding hand. You bite back a sly comment and just continue to attack his neck.Β
βI can't do this anymore, I need you.β Valarr whines.
You pull back, βHow do you want me?β Your question was entirely rhetorical. You tell from the glint in Valarrβs eyes what he meant.Β
All he did was sharpen his gaze and you scrambled off his lap. You began to strip eagerly, as you did Valarr came up and started to kiss your neck and his hand came around your waist and found a place between your thighs. He started to rub your clit as he whispered into your ear, βGet on your stomach for me, baby doll.βΒ Β
You did as you were told and sunk onto your knees and laid flat on your stomach with legs separated slightly. With your head pressed against the floor of your apartment you could hear the rustling of Valarr stripping himself off his clothing. You waited impatiently, the lack of friction against your cunt made you gyrate your hips light.Β
"What an eager cunt you have.β Valarr says as he lines himself with your weeping holes. He drags the blunt head of his cuck against yours which makes you call out profanities. βYouβre just as eager as she is..βΒ
His joke earned no reaction as just pushed yourself back against him. Valarr grabbed your hip and swiftly inserted himself. You lift your head up and let out a sharp gasp. Valarr set a soft pace, it was teasing you. You groan, dropping your head again.Β
βValarr donβt tease.βΒ
Valarrβs free hand found your throat pulled you by it and squeezed with enough pressure to make you clench around him. βYou donβt want me to tease?βΒ
You nod with soft whine leaving you, βPlease Valarr.βΒ
With his hand on your throat he tilted your head back further as he leaned over your pressing himself further into you. βIf thatβs what you wish,β he replies and then kisses you fiercely.Β
And not a second was wasted as Valarr pounded into you. It felt as if the wind was knocked out of you. Your soft moans became heavy, panting mixed whines as Valarrβs hand moved from your hip to your lower back pushing you down further.Β
βYou feel so good around me, my love.β His words were slurred slightly as he focused on thrusting into you. The pace he set was brutal, you clenched your hands trying to keep yourself grounded to not go limp.
Although it felt like Valarr was on a mission to make you limp around his cock. His hand on your throat tightened, his finger nails digging into your skin and his mouth started to kiss all along your jaw and neck. That stimulation alone made you grind yourself back against him.Β
βYou like it when I kiss you there?β
You just whine his name.Β
βI know you do, baby. You don't need to answer me. Youβre too stupid to know anyway.β Your cunt started to clench at his words. Which made Valarr laugh.Β
βOf course a whore like you would like it when I call you stupid. Thatβs why we are in this situation, because you were too stupid for e-com.β His thrust slowed down and became sharp staccato thrusts.Β
βValarr!β Was all you could shout.
Valarr just continued the new pace and you felt a warmth gather in your cunt. You grew wetter as your peak started to build. Valarr knew your body well enough to know you were getting close.Β
βAre you going to cum?β
You whine out a βyesβ. Valarr kissed your cheek in approval then once again tightened grip on your throat. βThen be a good girl and let go for me.βΒ
You feel tears welled up in your eyes as the coil of your orgasm tightened then a rush of heat engulfed your body. Your body tensed up as your orgasm wracked through your body. Valarrβs pace grew more vicious as he felt your cum around his cock.
You let a scream as you try to fight him off you.Β
He just pinned you down and drilled his hip into your. Your overstimulated cunt felt so hot as Valarr prolonged your orgasm. Soon the thrust started to feel painful as he chased his own high. Your body slipped from your own control as Valarr fucked you into submission.Β
Then his hips started to stutter. Usually this was when Valarr would slip out of your and finish himself off with his hand. But he continued thrusting into you.Β
βValarr,β you weakly call out.Β
But Valarr ignored you and kept fuckign you with an irregular rhythm until he pressed himself full against you. He let out a low moan that mixed with your own as you felt his cum spill into you. You let out a small sob as he finally slips out of you.Β
βYou finished insideβ¦βΒ
Valarr rolls you over on your back, βI know Iβm sorry.β
Sorry was a rare word in the Targaryen vocabulary.Β You look at him with tearful eyes and kiss them away, βYouβll be okay.βΒ
Valarr left you that night after about 30 minutes. You would have been made but after spring break it felt like the end of the school year was flying by and neither of you had free time. You felt glad there was a reprieve from constant sexual activity. Like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.Β
But as the year started to come to a close you began to miss Valarr in a strange way. You sat in e-com taking your final, which somehow you were doing surprisingly well in despite doing none of the homework and only reviewing the study packet for three days. Your eyes kept drifting to the back of his head. Which wasnβt helpful but you made it through the exam.Β
By the end you were packing your bag with relief in your chest. Goodbye e-com class, you wonβt be missed. As you leave Valarr stops you with a soft arm on your arm, βI heard about your grade, I did pretty good huh?βΒ
You roll your eyes, βYes thank you for all your help.βΒ
Valarr smiles and leans down and kisses the corner of your mouth, βIf you ever need help with another class you know where to find me.β Then he disappeared into the crowd leaving in the middle of the corridor wide eyed.Β
Maybe you'll take a useless math class next year. Maybe.
sum: arriving with your mother daenerys, princess of dorne there's an infant attraction between you and your cousin daeron.
warning: mdni 18+, kissing, alcohol consumption, illusions to sex, emotionally unavailable reader, canon typical targcest, reader described to have typical dornish features and pale hair (but the dornish are pretty diverse and I tried to make it as vague possible so go crazy), bi!reader, hints of yearning, eventual smut, a little angst
word count: 3k
a/n: this is my first series ig so be nice I will try and get part two out soon but I hope y'all like this xoxo hope (also this is unedited)
Dareon had not seen the Red Keep this alive in a long while. The announcement that his great aunt, Princess Daenarys was coming to visit lit a fire under the asses of everyone in a 100 mile radius.Β He felt he could not turn a corner without being faced with a kingsguard, household guard, or any other category of servant of the Red Keep. It made it much more difficult to slink off to the Street of Silk and drown himself in wine and women until he lost track of what day it was.Β
Daeron has opted to just stay within the family apartments on the Keep. It was irritating because he was under the watchful eye of his father making him drink less., and it felt as if he had no space. At Summerhall he could go days without seeing his siblings and Daeron much preferred that.Β
But he endured anyway, Daeron felt so brave for that. Entering the family solar which was over crowded. It wasnβt just the gaggle of his siblings in the room, it was cousins as well all under the watchful eye of his father. If Daeron was less inebriated he would feel bad.Β
Sitting at an empty seat Daeron leaned forward groaning at an oncoming headache.Β
βDrink water today and only water.β His father's voice carried with an unwavering sternness as glass of water slammed in front of Daeron. He looked up at Maekar to be met with a look that had a faint trace of pleading.Β
His aunt was arriving today, he best be sober and coherent.Β
Hours later Daeron was bathed, dressed in his finest silks and standing next to one of the twins, he couldnβt remember their names. The sun was too bright, he felt dizzy and shaky. In moments like this he wished for his motherβs touch. Her embrace would settle his racing thoughts immediately.Β
From the corner of his eye he could see Maekar look down to see if he was standing there. Daeron turned to match his fatherβs gaze with a curt nod and let out a shaky sigh.Β
βIf you intend to pass out, do it now so I have an excuse to get out of hereβ¦β The voice of his younger brother whisked against Daeronβs ear.Β
βJust fuck offβ¦β Daeron gritted out.Β
Before Aerion growled back an insult the gates to the court yard opened. In rolled a wheelhouse donning the banners of the House Martell. Daeon straightened his posture and elbowed Aerion in the side to stop slouching as well. The wheelhouse stopped in front of his grandfather and with a help of a kingsguard out came Princess Daenarys. As her name was announced the courtyard erupted in cheers.Β
Daeron gave a cordial applause. Then came out another woman, bronze dark eyes but with the palest hair. A distinctive Targaryen trait. The Moon of Sunspear.Β
His cousin.Β
βBeautiful.β Daeron thought to himself.Β
Daeron watched as you followed behind your mother. You greeted everyone with the gracefulness of a fairytale princess. Your smile radiated as you spoke briefly to each one of his cousins. Daeron was so distracted by your he hadnβt noticed his aunt approach him.Β
βMy, how youβve grown.β Daeron jumps at Daenarysβ smooth voice.
βHe looks at her with wide eyes, βAunt Daenerys! Youβ you look as beautiful as ever.βΒ
Aerion snickers beside him as Daeron stumbles over his words. But Daeron keeps his composure and gives his aunt a kiss on her knuckle.Β
βSweet boy.β She replies and hugs him pulling his face down to give you a kiss on his cheek. Daeron can only recall two times seeing his great aunt Daenarys. Once as a very young child right after the Blackfyre rebellion was over, when it was just him, Aerion and the baby Aemon.
Then the second time it was a quick stop on their trek to visit the Starfall to his motherβs family. Thoughts of that visit always made his heart lurch, it was just before he lost his mother. Daeron brushes off those thoughts and returns the gesture of his aunt with a kiss on her cheek.Β
Then she moved on to Aerion leaving Daeron to be faced with his cousin. Your long pale blonde hair fell down your back in a traditional Dornish hairstyle. Free and flowy. But it was a stark contrast to your deep bronze skin and dark eyes, a common feature of a House Martell. However despite that you looked like your mother. You carried yourself in the same way, your smiles were identical.Β Β
Daeron bowed his head to you, he vaguely remembered seeing you on the first time he had visited Dorne. But you were a woman grown now, with the softest kindest eyes heβd ever seen. Plush lips that had a dusting of a pink color on them. As a prince of the realm heβs seen many pretty women. Many gorgeous women. But none quite like you. Daeron's heart began to race a little, he excuses it as the lack of alcohol in his systems but deep down he knew it was because of you.Β
βCousin Daeron.βΒ
βCousin, time has graced you with your motherβs beautyβ¦β Daeron felt his heart lurch, when did he get so poetic?Β
βThank you, you have grown quite handsome yourself.βΒ
Daeron nods, more like ducking his head to hide his impending flush of color. βThank you, my lady.βΒ
He cursed himself for the formality but it was all he could say. You nod and turn to his brother and begin a conversation with him. A sense of jealousy hit Daeron watching you speak to his brother. But Daeron held his tongue the need to have soft eyes gaze upon him and not the horrid creature that was his brother Aerion.Β
Later that day Daeron was free to do whatever he liked, stated by his father βJust donβt make a complete fool of yourself.β which made Daeron giggle a little. The first thing he did was nap, Daeron didnβt want to sleep but he could barely keep his eyes open. But he was lucky to escape from the treacherous dragon dreams.Β
He woke surprisingly refreshed but he yearned for the taste of a sweet wine on his tongue and perhaps the peppering of soft lips on his neck. Then the thought of your lips flashed in his mind. His body started to heat up at the thought, imagining your body pressed against his. Daeron then stood up abruptly. The two of you exchanged all of three sentences with each other. Daeron was being ridiculous.Β
Daeron quickly changed out of his royal engagement clothes and put on simpler clothes before disappearing off to the seedy underbelly of Kingβs Landing.
He walked down the Street of Silk finding his favorite establishment, the Silver Rose. It was a place where pleasure was made to be a luxurious experience. And Daeron might be able to remember half of it but he likes to be in a place with softest beds and the finest of wines.Β
As he entered the building, the smell of sweet wine and perfumed women engulfed Daeron. He felt at home in places like this. Away from the weights of his family, from lineage, the dreams that followed him like shadow. The women here didnβt care who was or what he needed.Β
A woman came up to him, Sara, she was the woman in charge of this establishment. βI wondered when youβd come sauntering in?βΒ
Daeron smiled and shrugged, βMy aunt came to visit and my father kept me sober all morning to be presentable.βΒ
Sara nodded, βYes, a couple of the girls went to watch the wheelhouse come through the main road. Lyra is the usual room.β She then held out a hand beckoning Daeron to hand her his cloak. He gave over his cloak then leaned over to kiss her on the cheek.Β
βThank you, my lady Sara.β Daeron called over his shoulder as he made it to the usual room he took residents in. In the room stood a young woman about Daeronβs age with deep chestnut hair and honey brown skin.Β
βYou are a sight for sore eyes,β Daeron comments, catching the girl's attention. Lyra smiles shyly, βIt is good to see you, my prince.βΒ
Lyra with no command pours two cups of wine as Daeron stripped himself of his long sleeved, leather surcoat. Taking a cup from Lyra, Daeron settles himself into a lounge coat and takes a long sip of the sweet wine.Β
You found yourself bored in the Red Keep. You werenβt bored, your thoughts were on your cousin Daeron. Last you saw him he was a boy but time has passed, you donβt know why you were expecting him to still be a boy. You surmised you didnβt expect such a tall man with soft blonde curls that fell shoulder length. You wanted to see more of him, get to know him. But you also knew the immediate need you felt for him was stupid so you ignored it. And called this feeling boredom.Β
You wish you were back in Sunspear. You could distract yourself with a pretty boy or pretty girl. Kiss someone until the thoughts of your cousin left you. Thatβs always what you did when you found an attraction to someone. You didnβt enjoy the tug on your heart when you found the need for emotional connection. So you would tune it out with the feel of a warm body pressed against yours.Β
However your mother implored you to be on your best behavior. To wander off anywhere that would be considered of ill repute.Β
What would be considered natural for a Dornish woman of your age is blasphemy here. But for your motherβs sake you attempted to abstain. Key word being attempted. You didn't have it in you to spend anymore hours making senseless chatter with the ladies of the court. And your mother was wrapped but with her nephews; laughter filling every space they walked. Also were the blood of the dragon, a restless resided in you.
So wrapped up in a handmaiden's cloak you stole you walked the streets of Kingβs Landing. The smell was ghastly and it was loud. But you disappeared deep into the crowd of people. Enjoying the sights of markets and taverns. It is different from Sunspear quite a bit but the novelty of it left you with wide eyes like a child.Β
You soon found yourself on the Street of Silk. This was the ill repute your mother spoke of. You pause, your mother would kill you. The famed Targaryen madness would awaken in her and sheβd drown you in Blackwater Bay. But what she didnβt wouldnβt kill her or you for that fact.
So strutted down the street with pride. Your head was held high. You werenβt some untouched, wilting flower. You caught the gaze of a few men, women as well. Your chest puffed out as you felt a sense of self assurance.Β
Eventually you stopped at a building that looked interesting. The sign above you read, Silver Rose. It made you smile. It reminded you of the nicknames you gain due to your hair.
You enter the brothel, it was busy. You watched as high lords and knights of high reputation walk through the halls with wide smiles on their faces. You keep your gaze low so as not to attract too much attention to yourself as you wander the halls of the brothel. The wrong person finds out about you here and the entirety of the city will know about it.Β
As you made it to the upper levels of the building you came across the private longues. You did your best not to peak in. You did your best to give these high lords the dignity of discretion. Also the sounds that were carried in the halls was enough for your imagination.Β
Then you came across a quiet room. It caught your attention, against your best judgement you look in. You find yourself looking at your cousin Daeron with a woman on his lap. His head rested on her chest, eyes shut.Β
He looked so much more at peace than he did earlier. His face didnβt seem as gaunt and void of any color.Β
And as if he could feel your eyes on him, Daeronβs eyelash flutters open revealing his light lavender eyes. They locked with your gaze and you smiled at him. You watch him sit up, taking his head from the womanβs chest. That catches her attention and raises her gaze to look at you
You enter the room pulling back the hood of your cloak. βFunny seeing you here cousin.βΒ
Daeron gave you a soft smile as he looked you over. βHow bold of you to come to a brothel, cousin. Lyra would pour her a cup?βΒ
The aforementioned woman, Lyra leaves Daeronβs lap and does as she is told.Β
You watch her, as you remove your cloak, she is a beautiful woman. Soft but distinctive curves, long curly hair and as she turned to hand you your cup of wine she had the sweetest smile.Β
You take the cup and offer a small thank you. Lyra returns back to Daeronβs lap, hiding her face shyly in the crook of his neck. You follow her, sitting on the opposite side of Daeron. You notice Daeronβs breathing quicken and his hold Lyra tighten.Β
βI heard a rumor you were one to hide away in brothels, I didnβt think Iβd see it so soon into my visit.β You tease him in between the deep sips of your wine. Daeron gives you a weak laugh then down the rest of his wine.Β
βDidnβt think youβd come venturing down here, this is not a place forβ¦β Daeron's voice drifts. Lyra soothes him by brushing her finger through his sandy blonde hair.Β
βA lady. That may be the case for you folk here in the rest of Westeros. But us Dornish, we do not limit our women, no matter what status they hold, on what they can enjoy. Especially something as beautiful as the one on your lap.β You take another sip of the wine. Your eyes travel Lyraβs body.Β
βCome here. Let me see you.β
Lyra stands up and shuffles over to you. You take her in, she is truly gorgeous. βI can see why my cousin favours you, my lady.βΒ
βI am no lady.β Lyra answered.Β
You wave your hand, βNonsense. A woman like you in Dorne would be worshipped.βΒ
You take her hand into your own, βTell me Daeron what else makes you so fond of her.β You look over to him, his eyes locked with yours. You watch as he swallows thickly then looks at Lyra.Β
βHer lips. Sheβs a good kisser.βΒ
βThen you wouldnβt mind if I stole a kiss or two from her?β you ask.Β
Daeron shakes his head then you look back to Lyra, βWould it be alright if I kiss you.β
Lyra nods. You stand up, placing your cup of wine on a side table. You cup her cheeks and give a wide smile then leaned softly and pressed your lips to hers. Lyraβs hand found your cheeks as she kissed back. You deepen the kiss by placing a hand on the back of her head.Β
You hear let out a small whine against your lips.Β
You pull back and give Lyra another wide smile. βIt seems my cousin is right.βΒ
βYou are a good kisser as well, Lady Martell.β Lyra replies as she brushes a few loose strands from your face.Β
βThank you dear.β You reach behind you for your cup of wine and finish it off.Β
βWould you like more wine?β Lyra asks.Β
βNo, I do need to be coherent for my walk back to the Red Keep. But I am sure my cousin would love some more, am I correct Daeron?βΒ
Daeron nods, his face flush and eyes wide. Your eyes travel down his body and you catch the small tent that has formed in his trousers.Β
βHe must have enjoyed the kiss,β You think to yourself.Β
As Lyra grabs Daeronβs cup you move back to sitting down beside him and start to play with his hair. Taking his features he really was beautiful, even for Targaryen standards. His round eyes, the stubble on his chin. His face was a balance of traditional feminine softness and sharp masculine features. His eyes travel up your arm and land on your face. You can tell his eyes were resting on your lips.Β
Without thought you lean down and kiss Daeron. Your fingers tangled in his hair as his hands found your waist. His rather large hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer to his lap. It was the most natural thing in the world. The kiss was different from the one with Lyra.Β
It was rushed as a tension snap. Filled with desperation as you tried to understand each other. Hands pulling, tugging, squeezing. The kiss felt all consuming as your body began to heat up under Daeronβs touch.Then as quick as the kiss began it ended. You pull from Daeron breathing heavily. His lips chased yours, but you evaded him.Β
Regret sank in immediately, you shouldnβt have done that. You shouldnβt have come here. This was the last thing you needed. Standing up quickly and straightening your dress out.Β
βEnjoy your wine cousin.βΒ
You turn to Lyra and kiss her cheek, βI will be sure to see you again, my lady.βΒ
βI will look forward to it, Lady Martell.βΒ
You gave Daeron no time to protest you leaving before disappearing from the room hastily putting your cloak back.Β
The next few days the only thing that happened between you were heated glances. At family dinners as everyone laughed and shared stories in pure merriment. But you and Daeron were locked in a battle of will. Who breaks first.Β
After the dinners Daeron would stumble drunkenly to Silver Rose and envelope himself in Lyra until he forgot about you. Until he felt he was at the crossroads of lucidness and the only thing he saw in his dreams was void.
Then you find a different brothel to give your patronage to, one with pretty boys with pretty eyes. You chose to ignore the fact that they looked a little like cousins. Or the fact as you sunk down onto these men you buried your face into their necks and pretended their hands that traveled the expanse of your hips and waist was Daeronβs.Β
But as the night gives away to day and the sun rises, its rays touch the both of you, your first thoughts are of each other.Β
discovering the untapped potential of the dornish cousin through princess daenarys who married the prince of dorne. i already posted an idea i have for daeron but guys we have been limiting ourselvesβ¦
update I posted part one of my mini series for concept with daeron check it out here
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the concept of daeron falling for his dornish cousin, who is the daughter of princess daenarys. and sheβs free of judgement when it comes to his vice with the traditional dornish view sexuality and pleasure. even joining him to the streets of silk. okay let stop rambling and write this
Now that I have your permission, here goes! Could request a dunk x reader fic with a predator / prey spin on it? Like, hes chasing reader through the woods in like a game of tag and if he wins he gets "anything" he wants. So he's chasing her and it starts lighthearted but like he gets lost in the chase and the feeling of it and he imagines tackling her to the ground and pinning her, and, when he gets to her, shes like "ok. funs over. what do vou want?'' And hes like "i want you", and readers like 'oh shit". Im sure you get the gist...also feel free to throw in some knife play when he gets to her. Anywho, thanks for hearing me out! πβΊοΈ
okay finally wrote this, the only thing I didn't as was the knife play cause I have no idea how to write that but I will attempt that soon ish anyways check out the post here
warnings: outdoors sex, clothed sex, fingering, slight overstimulation, dry humping, p in v sex, cream pie, unprotected sex, praise kink, hints to prey/ predator dynamics
word count: 2.3k
a/n: I am so sorry for not writing, I went a con, got a really bad hay fever then my period. but I finally am back in the flow of things and I am working on a baelor fic and a daeron fic FINALLY xoxo enjoy!! also this is unedited xoxo hope
You thrashed through woods, twigs and branches scratching you. A giggle loudly as Dunk chased you. He was hot on your tail, you could hear his heavy breathing. You could feel his hands grab at the fabric of your dress. You agree to this charade out of pure boredom. It was a simple game of tag and Dunk caught you heβd get anything he wanted .Β
You squeal, pulling the skirts of your dress forward. This earned you a laugh from Dunk behind you. It reminded you of how young he was, how young the both of you were. Still barely out of childhood, the enjoyment of games like chasing each other. But you couldn't keep this past, your dress was your own enemy. You started to trip up over the length of clothes. As you stumble forwards Dunkβs hand grasps you.Β
His large hands wrapped around your waist pulling you against his chest. But with the sudden force of you stopping you both fall to the leaf covered ground. You only laugh out louder as Dunk's full body weight pins you to the ground, his chest pressing into your back.Β
βCaught you.β He growled into your ear. You turned your head to look at him and giggled, βThat you did, good ser.βΒ
The only response you got was Dunkβs heavy breathing into your ear, it fanned over your cheek sending chills down your spine. You squirm in his hold to face him, looking over Dunkβs focused expression. You smile at him and bring your hands up to his overwhelming broad shoulders. βOkay you caught me, what do I owe you?βΒ
You could see Dunk let out a shake breath. His eyes scan you,Β but his eyes land you at your chest. Watching it heave as you struggle to catch your breath.Β
βWhat do you want Dunk?βΒ
You feel his hands travel from your waist to your thighs, βYou.βΒ
You let out a small chuckle, βIβm being serious.β
βAs am I.β He replies. Dunkβs eyes sharpen as his grip on your thighs tighten. βI want you.βΒ
His voice was tight and low, with your closeness you can feel his chest reverberate slightly. Your heart fluttered at his tone. You searched his expression for a jest but you found none. Dunk leaned down taking in a deep breath with his nose buried against your neck. βYou have no idea what you did to me as I chased you through these woods.β he whispers.Β
You shake in his hold a bit as Dunk leaned back up, coming eye to eye with you. Your noses graze each other, his heavy breath washing over your face. βI need you, to claim you.βΒ
He spoke like a man possessed but it made your body stirred. Your hands move from his shoulder to his hair, it has grown out a bit. You grasp at the tufts at the base of his neck, βOkayβ¦β Is all you can manage to mutter out.Β
Dunk barely let the word leave your lips before he started to kiss the entirety of your neck. A heavy sigh left your lips when you felt the pressure of his body on yours. His lips pressed against your skin felt so heavenly. They were soft pecks and nips mixed with the occasional growl.Β Β
Your finger tightened in his strawberry blonde locks and in response Dunk pulled one of your thighs to his hip. He rolled his hips into you, you felt his half hardened cock. You tug on his hair again and Dunk rolled his hoops into you deeper. This back and forth made you both moan softly. As Dunk started to dry hump you his mouth moved up your throat to his jaws. You arch your back and crane your head back to give Dunk more access to the expanse of your jaw.
Dunk stopped kissing your skin and began to suck on it lightly. You let out a gasp and strangled screech at the new sensation. βDunk. Duncanβ¦Must you t-tease..βΒ
Dunk ignored your chastising only continuing your ministrations but he did so his hands started to slip under your overdress and shift. His rough hands against the soft skin of your thighs. His hands inched up closer to your cunt made you shiver. βDuncanβ¦β You whine.Β
βPatience.β He commanded.
You roll your head to the side with a whine, but Dunkβs hands softly start to stroke your lower lips. His mouth still worked at your skin. You roll your hips against his fingers. Dunk worked his fingers and mouth in tandem quickly bringing you to an edge of overstimulation.Β
His thick middle fingers rolled over your clit softly pulling delicate moans from your lips as he kissed up and down your jaw. Dunk started to move to your cheeks peppering your face with soft kisses. In contrast his fingers brushed at your opening gathering your arousal before he inserted a finger into you.Β
βOh godsβ¦β You mutter.Β
Dunkβs finger thrust into you harshly immediately. You widened your thighs to give Dunk better access. Your breathing quickened, matching the pace of Dunkβs finger. Soon enough he added another finger. His two fingers started stretching you out.Β
You let out strained high pitch whines and moans, they sounded almost animalistic. Dunk groaned and growled at your sounds. βYou sound so wonderfulβ¦β
His voice carried a sense of possessiveness. You turn your head to look at him, Dunkβs eyes were glazed over with a dark expression. You felt like a helpless doe feels like in the grasp of a wolf or a mountain lion.Β
Dunk looked at you like he was about to consume you whole. As he worked his fingers in and out of you. The pace was fervent with his fingers curled brushing against your g-spot. It made you writhe under him. Your leg shakes like an overzealous rabbit.Β
βDunk! Duncan please! Iβm going to cum! Iβm so close!βΒ You cry out as a pressure builds in your pelvis.Β
βGood! Give it to me, girl.β Dunk whispered just above your lips. He teases you with the phantom of a kiss. You lean up, trying to capture his lips with yours. But Dunk pulls back, giving you a sly smile.Β
βGods! Fuck!β you curse out, you were both frustrated with the lack of a kiss and reaching your peak. Your cunt clenched around Dunkβs fingers. Your hands, still buried in Dunkβs hair, you pulled so tightly Dunk leaned in his head back a bit. Your grasp on his locks were the only thing keeping you connected to the moment.Β
But Dunk slowed his fingers, eventually removing them. Your peak came down making your fall limp a little, your hands slipping from Dunkβs hair. Losing your anchor to this world. With shaking breathing you relax into the ground below you.Β
Dunk rises from atop of you to settle in between your legs. Your thighs rested on Dunkβs thicker ones. As his hands brushed against your skin, one of your legs started to shake again.Β
βSo restless, like a bunny.β Dunk comments.Β
You were too exhausted to give him a glare. All you could do was just nod. Dunk smiles at your absent response and grabs your jaws then leans down to finally kiss you. It was a deep kiss, commanding of your attention. The kiss snapped you back to reality.Β
You kiss back, your hands cupping his cheeks which still held a roundness to them. A reminder of his youth that he yet to lose. The kiss did not last long, Dunk pulled away.Β
His eyes raked over you as his hands came down to rest at your hips. Dunk pulled you closer, pressing his clothed cock against your hot, wet cunt. You both groan, βDunk pleaseβ¦β you didnβt finish your thought but Dunk knew what you wanted.
Although he ignores you again as he starts grinding himself against you. You gasp as your back arch, Dunk grinded further into you. Your hips bucked to match his rhythm. But Dunkβs fingers dug into your hips holding you still. His gaze bore into your own, it made you shrink into yourself. He became this all consuming presence above you. His strength and size made your stomach twist in pleasure. He made you feel weak in such a delicious way.Β
Your breathing started to stutter, the familiar feeling of an orgasm started to build in your stomach. βDunk, pleaseβ¦I canβtβ¦βΒ
Dunk just rolled into you one more time, and it was an aggressive roll. He pressed his body into you deeply. Then he released your body, laying you flat on the ground again. You whine and gasp at the loss of your second orgasm.Β
βDuncan, just fuck me alreadyβ¦β Dunk just smirked at you. His hands rubbing your exposed thighs. But his eyes scanned you over, you imagine he was thinking of what he could do next to ravage you. Then his hands left you and started to undo the ties of his trousers. He pulled them down just enough to let out his cock. It was thick and girthy, with a deep red color on the tip.Β
You took a deep breath, every time you see his cock youβre taken aback. But your mouth waters a little. Dunkβs hands are on you again. He spreads your thighs and pushes the skirt of your dress up to your waist.Β
βShe looks so emptyβ¦β He comments as he eyes your sopping cunt. A finger brushes over your slit, βShe is ready for me.βΒ
You nod dumbly, entrance by his voice and touch. He smiles at you and leans over to give another kiss. This one was sensual and deep. As he captures your lips with his, Dunk begins to press into you. His cock felt like it was splitting you open. Simultaneous Dunk took his thumb and rubbed your clit in soft circles. The overwhelming amount of pleasure from different points relaxed immensely. If it were even possible you fell further into a state of limpness. Your body was not your own.Β
Dunk pulled away from the kiss, watching you adjust to his size. He stayed buried deep in you, rolling your clit with his thumb. You moan quietly bucking your hips as much as you could with a limited range of motion you were afforded. When Dunk deemed you adjusted enough he started to rock his hips. Just rock them, he didnβt pull out to thrust back into you. He pressed body firm against your own, taking your hips and rocking them with his. Recreating what he was doing to you before only this time he buried deep inside you.Β
His pelvis pressed against your clit which made your shiver. Your breath quickened, you grabbed on to his biceps. They flex under your grasp and their size makes your hands look so small.Β
Dunk smiled down at you. βYouβre so beautiful like this, stretch out around my cock.β His voice barely above a whisper. His words were more of an absent minded thought than praise. But you clenchβas much as you couldβ around him and whimper left your lips.Β
Dunk caught your reaction, βYou like that?β
You nod in response.Β
Dunk rubbed a small circle on your hips as he stalled.Β
βWait donβt stoββ
Before you could finish your complaint Dunk pulled out of your car and drove back into your cunt harshly. He started this rhythm of deep thrust. You start moaning loudly, gone where the whimpers and the soft whines.Β
βGood girl, let me hear you.βΒ
Dunkβs words sent shivers down your spine. Your thighs twitched but Duck forced them open. He continued to thrust into you, it was harder. The blunt head of his cock abused your cervix.Β
You cry out louder, you grip on his biceps harder. βGods have mercy! Duncan!βΒ
Your back started to arch but Dunk held you down. You whine a bit and your hips thrash a bit. The sound of skin slap filled the wooded area. Dunk drove into you animalistically. His head ducked back into the crook of your neck. You could feel him inhale your scent.Β
Then Dunk lifts your hips and starts to thrust into you from a different angle. You screech so loud you could hear birds flap away startles. βOh fuck! Dunk, that's so good!βΒ
βIs that right mβlady?β He asks teasingly against your skin. You could only nod as the only sounds leaving you were shorts and breathy moans.Β
Then you feel the pressure in your body start to build up. βOh Iβm close! Iβm so close.βΒ
βGood girl, I want you cum for me. Cum on around my cock.β Dunk replies as hand slipped to toy with your clit.Β
βAhhh fuck! Duncan.β Tears formed in your eyes. The little you had left in you was lost. Your leg starts to lock up and your entire body tightens. You flex under Dunk as your second orgasm hits all at once.Β
Dunk could feel your cunt contracted around his cock. βGood girl. Thatβs my good girl.βΒ
His cock still drives into you at a merciless pace. But it wasnβt long until he was cumming inside you. Feeling him spill inside your cunt made you sob in pleasure. Dunk leans up off you and pulls his cock out of your cunt watching the cum spill out of you.Β
He takes his fingers and collects the cum and fucks it back into you. You are so spent at this point you donβt even respond vocally. Your hands just reach for his wrist and in a weak attempt you try to control the pace.Β
Dunk chuckles as his two middle fingers rut into you. The wet sounds of his palm colliding with the clit where all could be heard.Β
βI could fuck you againβ¦β Dunk whispers.
You gaze shot at him. You shake your head βnoβ making him smile.Β
βNo? Maybe next timeβ¦β He jokes, finally taking his fingers out your cunt and kissing you deeply.Β
You kissed back but your brain was stuck on the idea of next time.Β
imagine borrowing one of dunk's tunics to cover yourself up with as you go to take a quick dip in the creek to wash up. and you come back to camp and dunk is just immediately all over you telling you how sexy you look in his tunic sigh.....
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You have been a nuisance all day. Absolute nuisance. Since the first light break you have been pushing Baelor to the edge. Tessing touches, slipping for shoes off to brush your feet up and down his leg, staring at him with wide eyes sultry eyes.
All things you knew that riled Baelor up. His eyes darkened throughout the day.
Finally the day came to an end when the door to your bedchamber door opened. You sat at your vanity undoing your hair, pretending you didnβt hear Baelor enter him enter the room.
βMy love, what was with your behavior today?β
Baelorβs voice carried a heavy tone of frustration. You turn to look at him, batting your eye lashes. βWhat do you mean?β
He came closer to you grabbing your face by your chin. βHoneyβ¦β
βYesβ¦?β
βExplain yourself.β
You just shrug him off, turning back to look at yourself in the mirror and start brushing your hair. You saw the reflection of Baelor behind, his hand clenching. Then he turned away to sit in your bed.
βMy love come here!β His voice carried authority that made your body straightened. You looked back at him to match his mismatched gaze.
βCome here.β
You walked over to him quickly, standing in front of him. βRemove your robe.β
You did as he commanded, the cloth dropping to the floor. Baelor pulled you onto his lap, βNow tell me the truth of your behavior today or youβll force my hand.β
You just slyly smiled, you knew what βforce my handβ meant and you needed to feel the sting of callous hands over your ass again. You shook your head feigning innocence. There was a silent resignation from Baelor before flipped you over his thighs.
Your cunt clench on nothing at the anticipation of feeling Baelorβs hands to strike your ass. Baelor pushed up your skirt exposing your bare skin to him. He rubbed softly, clicking his tongue, βWhy must you be so difficult, my love?β
He was met with silence as you did your best to restrain yourself from grinding on his lap, already aroused at the thought of him smacking your ass. You tell Baelor rolled his eyes at you, before taking the first strike. It sounded more like a crack than slap. You let out a low whine at the sensation.
βCount them.β
A shiver went up your spine at the strict tone Baelor spoke to you in.
βOneβ¦β
Baelor smacked your ass several more times, each one stung more than the last. Your voice grew so strained as you tried to count each strike to your skin. Your cunt grew slick at the sensation.
Baelor seemed unimpressed by your state of your composure. He wanted to see you fall apart over lap, sputtering and teary eyed. He hit you harder until your skin was fiery red.
βSevenβ¦Eightβ¦Oh gods Nine!β
βAre you going to behave for me nowβ¦?β
You whimper and crane your head up to look at him, eyes glossy. βYesβ¦yes, Iβm sorryβ¦β
Baelor just smiles, and smacks your ass one last time. You cry out clenching your hands on the fabric of his trousers. He pulled you up to lap, βAre you truly sorry, my love?β
You nod as you lean in for a kiss. Baelor just laughed before kissing you softly. βYou are always looking for my attention arenβt you?β
You just giggle a little, βMaybeβ¦β
Baelorβs hand reached in between your legs, cupping you cunt. βYou vixen.β
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