The shutter retracted up with a clatter, the three of you ducking in one by one before Kat dragged it back down to the floor, twisting the key at the bottom to lock it.

You coughed as you stood, the air thick with the faint smell of bleach and old lint. It was to be expected from a furniture store you supposed, especially one that didn’t get much movement from well.. anyone.

“Hey is there a light in here?” You spoke through the darkness, turning to catch the silhouettes standing behind you.

“This way.”

An arm hooked around your waist before you could answer, and through the dim light you made it out who it was. A scent of roses and cocoa butter covered the smell of pot, and the coolness of her bangles rubbed against your arm as Kat angled you both across the floor.

You made it a few paces to the back wall before a gold glow lit up from the far corner.

Bobby.

He fumbled with the string of an antique lamp, unwrapping the straps of his camera as he set it onto a nightstand, turning to face you both with a scrunch in his brow.

“Does Clark really sleep on these things? They’re fuckin’ hard.” His hand pressed into the mattress, shoving it up and down before it bounced back into his hand.

“Don’t complain about it now, it was your idea. And yeah.. he does..” Kat looked up at him with that familiar look of sarcasm, shrugging beside you as she swung the backpack from her arm and onto a dresser. Her arm reached into it, rummaging as you leant against the wood.

“Your manager sleeps in his own store?” She huffed a laugh at your quirked brow.

“He’s kind of.. down and out, it’s the only place he has right now.”

“Then where is he?”

“I’m not sure, out of town for something he’s gone crazy about, something he’s found apparently.”

She eventually pulled out a packet of ‘jiffy pop’ from the bag with a proud smile, “Right Im gonna get us actual food.”

Kat turned on her heel, placing a hand on your shoulder before giving it a squeeze.

“Don’t get into too much trouble.. and.. don’t let Bobby touch anything.”

Kat disappeared down the hall in search of the break room, leaving you standing in the middle of Clark's furniture store trying not to laugh at how ridiculous this was.

You had been lying in their apartment for hours before one of you, not that you could hardly remember, mentioned heading out. And after however long of wandering through town, the last glimpses of the sunset burning into the dark, you’d made it to Clark’s.

"Yeah if we don’t get arrested for a break in."

Bobby had already claimed an entire display bedroom for himself, setting it up for you all. The bed was wide, king sized it read from the poster, with deep blue sheets and off white pillows, discoloured it looked from that angle.

"Nah," he said, kicking off his shoes and throwing himself backwards onto the mattress. "This is basically a hotel."

"It’s a furniture store." You crossed your arms watching him with a squint.

"Exactly, free hotel."

The mattress bounced as he spread his arms dramatically with a smirk. Half of the lights had been switched off for the night, leaving the showroom glowing in soft amber pools, and somehow it actually made it look homely. Not the empty, stale place the three of you usually made fun of.

Your eyes wandered over the space, fighting a smile. The whole place felt surreal. Couches were arranged like fake living rooms, lamps casting warm circles of light, rows of untouched beds stretching into darkness, and the staircase behind you leading to the lower level. Not creepy at all.

You found yourself drifting where Kat had disappeared to. The three of you had been inseparable all evening, and lately it had only grown, like some undergrown strange tension that crept on you all slowly. Being friends for years would do that you supposed, but it always seemed as if there was more. Like gravity pulled you together just as you all had stayed close. The lingering glances, the casual touches that lasted a little too long, and some sort of feeling nobody seemed quite ready to put into words.

They’d been dating for two years, and you’d been happy for them, even remembered the exact day they’d came come from school in the late afternoon to your house just to tell you.

“So you’re together, together?” You leaned on the doorframe, eyes wide with excitement.

“Hell yeah.” Bobby’s arm slung around Kat’s shoulders with a proud grin.

“Not that this changes anything, he’s still an idiot, and you’re still my favourite.” Kat smirked at you.

“Hey—“ Kat swatted him in the stomach before grabbing onto you and ushering you outside into whatever left of the summer sun there was.

And she was right, it didn’t change anything at all. If anything it brought you all closer. There wasn’t anything unspoken, it was all out in the open and comfortable, except for one thing. How they had felt for you.

Bobby patted the spot beside him.

"Come test the merchandise." He spoke up, gesturing his head toward his hand.

"You sound like a salesman."

"I'm the best salesman Clark's ever had."

The thought made you laugh, yeah right.

You stepped forward anyway, the bed dipping beneath your weight as you kicked off your shoes and climbed on. Neither of you said anything at first, just laying a single arm length’s away as you realised he was right.

The mattress was hard, sticking into your back through the plump covers. Though it should have been expected, it’s a display. So much for getting high beforehand, you hadn’t through that far. So you made do with what you could, snagging the fur blanket from the end of the bed and tucking it behind you both.

The flicker of the TV box he’d angled into a chest of drawers, lit up your faces through the shadowed space, returns of old tv shows muffled in the background. And both of you were engrossed, staring into the flashing colours fading in and out.

You felt eyes on you after a while, staring into you from the side. Bobby had turned his head slightly, blue eyes burning into you, and you turned yours.

His grin had disappeared somewhere along the way, leaving only the twinkle in gaze, something you’d always noticed reserved for one other person. The one they reserved for eachother.

"You're staring." Bobby whispered dropping his head between you both teasingly.

"No I'm not." You kicked his leg lightly, shaking the buzz from your head, but it didn’t seem to lift, instead it grew, a shiver wracking the back of you spine.

"You are.”

"You started it.” The wood of the headboard creaked behind you as you braced your knees up, tucking them toward your chest.

That earned a laugh, a breathy one like the air had been punched from his lungs as he sat up, and then suddenly you were both laughing. The kind of laughter that came from being slightly high, and running entirely on bad decisions.

Bobby's shoulder brushed yours then, quick and tender, so quick it could have been ignored, but you were already heightened, alert to every movement around you. Neither of you moved away, his eyes flicking down briefly before returning to yours.

"Hey." He rasped softly, lips parted as he turned to rest onto his arm.

"Hey." You whispered back, swallowing thickly.

“Bobby I don’t think..”

You weren’t able to continue, to telll him it was a bad idea, that it was wrong, but before either of you could overthink it, he leaned in.

The kiss was soft. Tentative and warm, his lips brushing over yours with a desperate tenderness, and you almost melted into it, almost.

You jumped apart from him when you heard footsteps, catching the gaze of your best friend in your peripheral. Bobby only retracted, still ghosting your lips as he released the palm he’d placed on your cheek.

Kat appeared around the corner, standing beside the TV stand, carrying the popcorn in a bowl she’d somehow found. Her eyes darted to Bobby, then at you and then back to Bobby, a hand moving to her hip, and for a moment none of you said anything.

"...Seriously?"

“Kat I can—“ Your face burned.

Bobby immediately pointed at you, “Her fault.”

"My fault?" You whipped your head toward him.

"Absolutely." His face was unreadable, even if the smirk that pulled at his lips was far from innocent.

Kat stared for another second before letting out a laugh so hard the bowl of popcorn ruffled in her hands.

"You two are unbelievable. You couldn’t have waited for me?”

She tossed the bowl softly onto the bed and climbed onto the mattress beside you. You only stared at her, at both of them, eyes wandering where your heart hammered in your chest in a way you didn’t know how to feel. Shame? Guilt?

“Really I didn’t think—“ The words left your mouth before you could hardly speak, stumbling over them to explain.

“You have no idea how long we’ve waited to do that.” Kat cut you off gently, settling herself comfortable under the blanket.

Desire—

“You— uh, what?” Your head snapped up, and she just nodded, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth with a smirk, handing the bowl over to you.

We. The word lingered in your head, stirring your senses as if you’d been dreaming. But they only smiled at you, amused by the dumbfounded look on your face, as if all of it, their own agreement of you, had been common knowledge.

The three of you collapsed into a tangled pile of blankets and laughter, yours somewhat in disbelief. But even as the three of you rested back, Kat bumped her shoulder against yours.

"Move over."

You rolled your eyes and listened, shuffling over into the very middle of the bed, both of their leg’s sticking into yours from the sides. “Bossy."

"Always."

Bobby groaned dramatically as Kat stole half of the blanket, and with the minutes passing and him still busy complaining about the blanket theft, Kat glanced over at you and the playful expression on her face softened.

"Come here," she said quietly, beckoning you over with the pull of her fingers. And before you could ask what she meant, not that you bothered to question, she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

She looked just as surprised as you felt when she pulled back, her hand splaying at your hip. Bobby blinked from behind you, grinning softly, leaning around you both where you could both see him.

"Oh, so we're all doing that now?"

Kat reached at her side and threw the pillow behind her back at him. The three of you dissolved into laughter again, and that time nobody seemed interested in pretending that nothing had happened.

Because there was something different underneath it all. Something shared between all three of you finally coming undone.

You shook your head, resting back into one another and staring mindlessly at the static buzzing from the television. The three of you must have passed another two blunts between you when the haze grew, thick and heady. The room contorting amongst you all into something more heated, as if the air had been sucked from the space entirely. A leg slid up against yours, and fingertips touched at your thigh.

Kat steadied her hand there as your breath stuttered, the cool air of Bobby’s exhale sifting right at the back of your neck. Your noses bumped then, rocking back and forth as your breaths mingled, lips ghosting through lidded eyes and exhilaration.

“Hey, you know we haven’t got to do anything you don’t want to.” She was breathless, brown eyes gazing into yours with careful consideration that washed all over your face.

“You want this?” You tilted to look at both of them, Bobby and Kat looked at each other over either side of you and meeting back to you, their hands curled around one another’s, “Uh.. yeah, more than anything..”

You nodded slowly, the breath catching in your throat, “Then I want to.” Your hand curled around Kat’s neck as she dipped back to kiss you, this time hungrier, her tongue sweeping across your lip, and inching you both back against the headboard.

“You’re so so pretty..” She mumbled into your lips with skin pressed against skin your tongues locking around each others and another pair of lips at your neck.

“Open up for me Angel..” Bobby called out to you, arm bending over your waist and snaking the t-shirt from on you. You retracted only for a moment, the material being pulled away and tossed over on the floor, revealing the swell of your breasts. Long, warm fingers tweaked your nipple before his body had bent over you, sucking one into his mouth. His tongue was hot against your the sensitive bud, swirling harshly until you moaned into Kat’s mouth.

One hand fell into his hair, threading through the fine blonde strands as you arched into the feeling, his hand staying gripped at your hip to keep you in place.

His own t-shirt rose over his head with one steady tug, reaching for your hand to put it against his skin, letting you feel him. You traced the warm planes of muscle, down his chest and to his abs, and further along the v of that dipped beneath his jean shorts. Bobby shuddered against you, pressing into your thigh, and trailing his fingers down your sides.

You watched them through the haze, a gentle buzzing in your fingertips and your chest. The high from the pot or them you couldn’t tell, and not that it mattered.

They pulled away only for a moment, impatient and needily, Kat’s arms rising on instinct as he helped her take the rest of her clothes off, sliding her shorts down the legs before her fingers worked at undoing his belt buckle, reaching to cup the bulge beneath his pants, already tented and aching. “Save it.. for next time baby.” She mumbled against his lips over you, and he groaned into the kiss with a slight nod.

Next time.

He shrugged the rest of his clothes off, leaving him only in his underwear, the hard line of his cock poking through the dark fabric. She rose beside him, the curve of her breasts shadowed beautifully in the golden light, and the tan flesh of her thighs curling over yours. The pressure swirled in your belly at the sight, arousal coating slick between your thighs.

Bobby settled behind you, an arm slipping around your waist as though he’d always belonged there, and the warmth of him at your back only made Kat’s presence in front feel more overwhelming. You shivered at the feeling, hands moving between the both of them as they settled.

Kat’s fingers brushed loose hair from your face before cupping your cheek, foreheads touching briefly, sharing a knowing smile that felt private despite the crowded tangle of limbs and blankets.

“There you are,” Kat murmured softly.

The attention from both sides left you breathless, almost unable to move if you couldn’t feel the thump of heartbeats and burning touch of skin.

Bobby’s chin stayed pressed to your shoulder, his hands sliding lower, gripping your hips to keep you pinned between them. Kat’s mouth claimed yours again, her tongue sliding deep while her fingers pinched your nipple hard enough to make your back arch. Bobby’s cock dragged along the cleft of your ass, thick and hot, already leaking as he rocked forward in slow, deliberate thrusts that never quite pushed inside.

"Fuck, you’re soaked," he muttered against your neck, teeth scraping over the fresh mark he’d just sucked there. His tongue followed, licking the sting away before he dropped lower, body snaking further down the bed, spreading your thighs wider with his shoulders. The cool air hit your pussy, as he turned you onto your back, both pairs of eyes flicking between you he gave one long, filthy lick from your entrance to your clit, making your whole body jerk back against the ruffled sheets. He groaned into your cunt like he was starving, sucking your swollen clit between his lips and flicking it with the tip of his tongue, teasing two thick fingers through your folds.

Kat swallowed your broken moan, grinding her soaked pussy against your thigh. She grabbed your wrist and moved your hand between her legs. "Please.." Your fingers slid through her slick folds, her legs widening as two of them sunk knuckle-deep into her tight heat while your thumb rubbed tight circles over her clit. She rode your hand with short, desperate rolls of her hips, her juices coating your palm as she panted into your mouth.

Bobby pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue, fucking you with it in messy, wet strokes before he sucked your clit again, loud and obscene. Spit and your arousal dripped down his chin, his one hand keeping you spread open while the other stroked his cock in time with every thrust of his tongue.

"Taste so fucking good," he groaned, voice muffled against your pussy. Kat fluttered around your fingers as she came with a sharp cry, her thighs shaking and wetness gushing over your hand. She didn’t stop moving, she only kissed you harder, biting your lower lip while her fingers found your other breast and squeezed it into her hand.

Bobby clamped at your thighs, tugging you further down onto his mouth as you mewled, bucking your hips against his face while your fingers pumped in and out of Kat’s wetness, drawing all of you closer to your edge. He rubbed himself into the sheets, fucking himself through the rough fabric of his pants and into his palm desperately.

Moans filled the room of the empty store, so confined and warm, that all care for even being there had left your mind, filled with the haze of them fucking you. You felt the peak of your climax, falling over the edge with the burn of Kat’s whines into your neck and Bobby’s tongue.

“Fuck, make her come Bobby..”

Kat straddled your chest, knees planted on either side of your head, lowering herself onto your waiting mouth, grinding down with a breathy moan as your tongue pushed inside her. Your tongue and sucked at her swollen clit while she rocked against your face her brow pulled tight as she gripped the headboard. Her juices coated your chin and cheeks, as she rode you harder, Bobby’s face still buried between your spread thighs, tongue working in relentless, sloppy strokes.

He dragged the flat of it up through your soaked folds, circled your swollen clit, plunging back down to fuck into your dripping hole. Every lewd sound and moan echoed in the quiet room, his fingers digging into your ass, holding you open while he rode you through your high.

Your own climax hit fast and hard, crashing over your body in a wave and making you come with a muffled cry, your fingers tightening at Kat’s waist. Your thighs clamped around Bobby’s head as your pussy clenched and pulsed, fresh wetness flooding his tongue and he groaned into you, lapping it up greedily while his hips jerked against the mattress. The friction against his trapped cock was too much, “Fuck fuck fuck..” He came with a broken grunt after a few sloppy thrusts, hot cum soaking through his pants in thick spurts, his whole body shuddering between your legs.

Kat followed seconds later, her hips stuttering over your tongue as she came, grinding down hard, her thighs shaking on either side of your head. She cried out into her hand, gushing over your lips and chin, riding out every wave until she finally went limp. The golden strands of his hair fell into his eyes, his forehead rocked into your inner thigh as he finally let up, panting to catch his breath.

Her body fell down beside you, climbing from you carefully where the three of you collapsed together in the tangled sheets, a hazy sheen coating your bodies.

Kat slid to curl against your side, her face tucked into your neck, still breathing hard. Bobby crawled up behind you, pressing his sticky, cum-wet front to your back and wrapping an arm around both of you. His breath warmed your shoulder as he nuzzled closer. Kat’s fingers traced lazy circles on your stomach while Bobby’s hand rested heavy on your hip. No one spoke. Just the sound of slowing breaths and the quiet creak of the bed as you all melted into one another, warm and spent.

The three of you lay there, tucked and blissed out in a bed you shouldn’t have been in, veiled moonlight peeking through the thin shutters in the small glow of the showroom. Every buzz of the high eased off into a comfortable tiredness, as your breathing evened out.

“I think I need new shorts.” Bobby mumbled into your back, and you let out a short giggle hearing the smack against muscle from Kat’s hand reaching over. But none of you bothered to move, his shoulders shrugging, and the pair of them cuddling around you as his arm swung over you both.

So much for bad decisions. But secretly, none you hoped it would end. After all, it was just the beginning of something none of you were ready for.

“What?” He asks gruffly, pretending like was wasn’t just singing to his granddaughter.

“You would tell Aerion he was a dragon!” You whisper shout a massive smile on your face as you try to stifle your giggles not wanting to wake the girls. “If my girls think they are actual dragons I will blame you.”

“He is, he’s from the dragon house. It’s not my fault my son is very literal.” Maekar responds rolling his eyes at you before tucking Aelora into bed, kissing both girls foreheads before doing the same to you and leaving to go back to his chambers. “Get some sleep.”

-

“I want another.” Aerion late one night when you’re both cuddling in bed, having spent the day fishing with the girls and Maekar. Aelora loving fishing just like her father, whereas Alyssa liked paddling in the river with you.

“When you’re the one pushing the babe out then you can pick when we have another.” You tease trying to hide a moan when he kisses down your throat.

“But you look so pretty carrying my hatchlings.” He whispers into you nipping at your skin.

“Please stop calling our children hatchlings.” You giggle kissing your stupidity pretty husband.

-

“Brother, took you long enough.” Maekar say to Baelor, the prince staying in summerhall for a few weeks, as he had to meet with some lords Maekar had pissed off. “I’m winning our bet by the way.”

“What bet?” Baelor asks not knowing what his youngest brother was talking about. Deciding not to think to much about it as he has amazing news to share. “Oh, brilliant news Keira is pregnant.”

“Yes I’ve heard.” Maekar says leading Baelor to the dining hall, the man arriving just in time for dinner.

“How?” Baelor asks, only finding out moments before his departure.

“You seem to forget our daughters are best friends.” Maekar says rolling his eyes, you having received the letter before Kiera had even told Valarr. “They tell each other everything, to much actually.”

“What makes you think that? Could it be a possible security issue?” Baelor asks worried about possible repercussions to your letters.

“There was a mixup with letters, I really didn’t need to know how good your son is with his tongue.” Maekar says entering the empty dining hall, everyone still getting ready. “So no, if they get intersected I don’t think there’s much the blackfryes can do with our children’s sex lives or what the grandchildren have been up to.”

-

“Why am I so bloated? I look like I did when I was pregnant with the twins.” You complain to your husband as you stand in front of the mirror. Aerion fixing his hair next to you.

“That’s because you’re pregnant my dragonness.” Your husband says casually, finally happy with his hair as he goes to help you with your necklace.

“Even if I am.” You say knowing you are but waiting to tell your husband until your letter has a chance to reach Kiera. “I shouldn’t have a bump this big this early. We cant be having another set of twins.”

“Watch it be triplets.” Aerion teases wrapping his arms around your waist resting his head on your shoulder. “You look so beautiful.”

“Kepus! Alyssa took brightflame!” Aelora cries running into your chambers the three and a half year old wearing her new dress that Maekar got for her. “Make her give him back!”

Running in after her sister is Alyssa, who looks like the girl version of her father, holding that stupid red dragon you got for Aerion as an anniversary present. Both girls loving the toy since you gave it to your husband. “It’s my turn with him! Muña tell her!”

“Gods please don’t be twins.” You mumble to yourself with a small smile. “Girls, if you can’t share you have to give him back to Kepus.”

-

“I hear Kiera has already told you.” Baelor says to you over dinner, the twins occupying Aerion and Maekar. Both girls still sulking over brightflame being confiscated. “Her and Valarr are very excited.”

“I’m so happy for her.” You tell your husbands uncle, when a servant enters the hall holding a letter. “Jace will be an amazing big brother.”

“I’m sorry m’lords, the letter as urgent written on it.” The servant says quickly hurrying over to pass you the letter. Scurrying off before you can thank him.

“Keira I take it?” Maekar says cutting Alyssa’s food for her as you open the letter. “What does she have to say?”

“She’s saying we could have a joint celebration, if one of us is up to traveling if not, once the babies are born we should all go for a family holiday to dragonstone.” You say skimming the letter, to busy making sure to leave out the pregnancy sex that you accidentally announced your own pregnancy.

“Babies?”

-

“I feel like a whale.” You say a few moons later, the maester having just left after informing you that ‘you have at least one in there, probably more.’ An idiot could have told you that.

“No, you look like a dragonness carrying my hatchlings.” Aerion corrects, hand resting on your bump so he can feel the babies move.

“Dragons lay eggs.” You respond not feeling very dragonly as a baby keeps kicking your ribs. “They don’t have a baby punching their bladder.”

“You’re protect our eggs by keeping them with you.” He says moving to kiss your stomach. “Be good my little hatchings, muña is tired.”

“You are so weird.” You say softly to your crazy husband who you love more than anything in the world, baring the children obviously. “I love you my dragon.”

-

“How are you feeling?” Aerion asks you after your long labors, having given birth to triplets in the late hours of the night, having only just been able to sleep.

“Like I just pushed out three watermelons.” You respond resting your head on his shoulder. “We have five children.”

“Two more and we beat father.” At your look he just kisses the side of your head. “I’m so proud of you. Do you want me to get the twins?”

“Please.” You say having missed your girls in the hours of labor. Now being the best time to see them as the triplets slept.

-

“Muña!” The girls whisper shout, clearly having been told they have to be quiet by their father as they run in. Climbing into bed with you to give you a cuddle. “Missed you muña.”

“I missed you too my little dragons.” You say softly, kissing the side of both their heads. “Do you want to meet your new siblings?”

“Can we?” Alyssa asks, looking at Aerion as he moved over to the crib, picking up one of the babes.

“You have to be gentle with them.” You remind, knowing Aerion and Maekar will of already told them. “They’re very little.”

“Girls, meet your brother.” Aerion says waking over holding a sleeping babe that was wrapped in a blue blanket. “This is Aelyx.”

“Hello Aelyx.” The twins say in unison, looking at their brother in fascination. “He’s so small.”

“You used to be that small.” You tell them taking Aelyx from your husband’s arms so he can fetch the other two babies. “Do you want to meet your sisters too?”

“We have sisters?” Aelora asks carefully getting off the bed to join Aerion over by the crib, letting him pick her up so she could look at the two sleeping girls. Alyssa still looking at her little brother, smiling when he holds her finger. “What are their names?”

“It’s honest work!” The old woman had told you. “What more can ye ask for? Young one’s these days are so ungrateful! I would go myself if it weren’t for these old bones of mine.”

You had blushed and conceded. You didn’t want to be ungrateful. The old woman had taken you in from the orphanage where you had lived most of your life and given you work in exchange for a roof over your head and a full belly. What more did you have a right to ask for?

Only…the rumors…of him. Aerion the skinchanger. Aerion the wicked. Aerion the beast. Everywhere you went you had heard terrible things about all the things he liked doing. Tales of broken bones, dead animals, body parts cut…You shiver. Just thinking about it makes you afraid. Makes you want to retreat. But there is nowhere else for you to go, as you stand outside King’s Landing castle. So you take a deep breath and knock to be admitted through the servant’s entrance door.

The old woman doesn’t need you anymore, she had kept you when her home was full of sons to tend to. Now her home is empty after the Blackfyre rebellion. Most of her sons did not return. So you were let go. She was kind enough to send you off to a home that needed you however. A great opportunity she had said, you should be so grateful she said…and yet you can’t help but wonder why in such a great home as the Targeryan’s they should be so short of servants that they had started hiring orphans like you. You are pulled out of your thoughts as the door opens and a hefty woman answers the door. You smile trying to seem friendly.

“You’re late.” She says with a grimace. “Let’s get you started with carrying some wood.”

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To your surprise you discovered that you weren’t in fact going to be working for the entire castle but in fact only for a small section of it. You had never known that the castle was divided into different wings entirely, some taken up by entirely different Targeryan family members. Yours was Maekar Targeryan’s wing. The head kitchen servant that had greeted you on your first day had looked annoyed at having to explain such things to you. As if you were stupid.

How could you have known though? Maekar’s wing of the castle alone was so big that you followed Tessa, the servant charged with teaching you everything, everywhere for fear of getting lost.

You are grateful for Tessa, a cheerful maid who loves gossip and is only too happy to get a new maid to talk to. On your very first day, as you enter Aerion’s bedchamber with Tessa before dawn to start up his fireplace, she gleefully whispers to you about the previous man servant who had disappeared in the middle of the night after running out of Aerion’s bedchamber, his face covered in blood.

“I think he might have bit him.” Tessa whispers to you. “Though someone else says Aerion wasn’t even in the room…”

The door slams open. You jump and stand up quickly to greet the man entering through the doorway. Your heart hammering in your chest.

“Aerion?” The man asks in an annoyed tone.

“I do not know my lord.” Tessa replies. “He was not here when we arrived.”

The man, who you guess to be Maekar Targeryan by his silver blond hair and beard as well as by his dissatisfied expression, gives you both a dissatisfied look then grunts in response and quickly walks back out.

“He’s probably at the whorehouses.” Tessa tells you, after Maekar has left. “I’ve heard from my friend who works there, that he visits the Targeryan bastards who sell themselves there…or at least women who look like they could be Targeryan.”

You don’t particularly care about who Aerion visits at the whorehouses though. You are more worried about what he did to his previous servant.

“Why did he bite the servant that left?” You ask, your hands trembling. Hoping to make sure you know what not to do in front of the man.

“No idea.” Tessa says unhelpfully. “But he should have known better, the first rule of being an upstairs servant is this; Avoid being noticed by Aerion at all costs.”

You blink….wondering if she is joking. How can you do your job and at the same time not get noticed by the person in whose home and sometimes room you are working on?

“How do I do that?” You ask after realizing she is not joking.

“Do not speak to him unless spoken to. Do not look at him. Obey his commands. Other than that make sure to not get noticed by him when he is drunk or worse when his father is not home. Follow those rules and you’ll be fine.” She says not seeming worried at all. “It’s simple stuff really….but the idiot who got bit was always trying to act above of his station. He probably told Aerion a joke he didn’t find funny. As long as you know your place though Aerion mostly just ignores you.”

“Are you sure?” You ask again, not liking the sound of this at all.

“Definitely.” Tessa says. “I’ve been working here for 5 years, he hasn’t bit me yet.” She laughs. When she sees your worried face though, she adds. “Don’t worry, he doesn’t even notice any woman who is not silvered haired. You and I, we might as well be a speck of mud on the wall.”

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Never be near him when he is drunk. Never be near him when his father is not home. Never speak to him. Never look his way…. You recite the rules to yourself like a prayer, as if knowing them will keep you safe. To your left Tessa is telling you some gossip about a maid whose new child looks more like the local singer, than like his father, you smile and nod but you keep reciting the rules to yourself unable to pay attention. You come back to earth however, as you trip on a stair and almost drop the bucket of steaming water you are carrying.

“Careful!” Tessa warns. “Otherwise you’ll have to walk all the way downstairs for more. The cook will be bloody angry if she has to heat up more water for Aerion’s bath…and so will he…” She adds in a more worried tone.

You look at her dismayed, then look around hoping no one saw you falter.

“It’s alright.” She says trying her cheerful tone again, but as you both near the door to Aerion’s room her lips tighten and her steps become careful. She turns to you and whispers. “You are new, just pour the water and stand back in case he needs anything. Mostly it’ll be me and the other maids who will hand him things. You do nothing, say nothing, don’t look at him and you’ll be alright. You are just here to learn at first. This is your first test. Make sure to pass it.”

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You have failed. You know you have failed the moment Aerion Targeryan fixes his eyes on you, and you hadn’t even poured the water in yet…

You had entered the room to find several servants pouring their buckets of steaming water into the giant tub in the middle of the room, and had gone as Tessa said to stand in line and do the same thing, avoiding looking at the silvery frame of a man you saw out of your peripheral vision. Finally it had been your turn, you had stepped forward to pour the steaming water into the tub just as Aerion himself decided to step into it. You had not expected this. You halted immediately. The water was so hot. Surely he would burn himself! You had thought, as you looked up at him in surprise, the water still in your bucket. He was naked. And beautiful. Oh so beautiful. His sharp angled face and choppy silver hair hazy in the steaming tub. His body tightly muscled, pale, smooth, and glistening with the droplets from the steam.

It was your weakness for his beauty that doomed you. He had not noticed you falter the first time when you hesitated to pour the water, but he definitely noticed when you could not stop staring at his beautiful face, his beautiful torso, his beautiful cock. You came to your senses only when you went back to his face and noticed his gaze fixed on you. Your stomach dropped.

Now with trembling hands you try to compose yourself. You fix your eyes on the tub and pour the water you should have poured in the first place. Then you step back and stand by the wall avoiding his gaze. Say nothing. Do not look at him. Your body trembles uncontrollably. You look at the floor the entire time after that, but you can’t help but feel as if his eyes are still on you. You hope you are wrong.

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Tessa sighs. No more cheeriness from her. This above all else lets you know that things went just as badly as you feared.

“We will keep you out of his way for a while.” She says. “He doesn’t even remember who I am half the time, and I have been working for him for years. Hopefully he’ll forget all about you and your indiscretion after a while.”

You nod, blushing. Embarrassed beyond belief to have failed, and to have failed like this…by not being able to keep your eyes off of him. How pathetic…you think.

“Did he seem incredibly angry?” You ask. “I tried not to look at him after the first time I caught his eye.”

“He seemed…furious.” Tessa confirms, worried. “He kept glancing at you the entire time…even ended his bath early…he usually loves staying in the steaming hot water until it cools. I’m sorry, I should have warned you about the heat of the water being normal for him.”

You shake your head. “You warned me plenty to not look at him…that’s on me.”

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And so you try to stay away from him. You make beds, light and maintain fireplaces, pour hot water, carry trays, and more for many fortnights. For Maekar, and for his children; for Daeron, Aegon, Daella, and Rhae. Never again for Aerion though.

You had hoped he would forget you like Tessa said. Yet you can’t help but feel his eyes on you at all times. As you carry trays to his father’s room. As you pass by him your head down carrying wood for a different fireplace. As you laugh at Aegon’s jokes who often seeks out servants to talk to. As you bring Daeron more wine. While you are down in the kitchens eating your meals. As you throw corn to the ravens in their cages. While you go to lie down in your cot in the servants sleeping quarters. Everywhere in the castle you feel his eyes, like a crawling sensation through your body that you can’t shake. The feeling remains. So much so, and at all times, that you start to wonder if it’s all in your head.

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“I feel afraid all the time.” You confess to Tessa one night as you both sit in the kitchens having dinner. “As if I am being hunted by him.”

She laughs. “I have yet to see him chase you.” She says, sarcastically.

“You mock me.” You say reproachfully.

“I just think you worry too much.” She says playfully. “You act like he’s chasing you down, when he hasn’t even addressed you once. I was worried that first day because he looked so angry, but he has not done anything to you. And trust me…every single servant that has truly displeased him has known it almost immediately.”

You consider this as you try to entice the tattered kitchen cat with a piece of cheese. The old feline only blinks at you haughtily and ignores your offer. Perhaps she’s right you think. You have never had the gift of bravery, perhaps it’s just your own fear feeding on itself that makes you feel as if his eyes are constantly on you.

“Perhaps you are right. I think far too much of myself, mayhaps he doesn’t even remember me anymore.”

She takes your hand and smiles. “I shall take you out to my favorite tavern on our next day off, we shall dance, and meet handsome knights, and you’ll forget all about it.”

You can’t help but smile, once again you are so grateful to have someone like her by your side.

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“Who is your new friend?” The young man asks Tessa, as he approaches you both.

“We work together now.” Tessa says smiling and taking your arm, after she has introduced you.

“Ufff…” The young man says letting out air though his mouth, as if to say he’s sorry to hear that.

“I’ve been working there a few fortnights by now, it’s not so bad.” You say smiling shyly. He is quite handsome. Dark haired curls fall into his dark eyes.

“I’m glad you think so.” He says, as he moves to stand closer to you. “At least that means I will see you around these parts more often.” He smiles crookedly. He is definitely the practiced flirt, and you immediately know he must show such flattery to every wench he encounters, but he’s handsome and seems fun so you smile back.

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You both spin in the middle of the dance floor as the drums and the flutes sound out a rapid rhythm, your hair falling into your face, your breath coming in fast, your laughter uncontrollable as he spins you and then catches you back. Your face hurts from laughing so much, the room spins around you, and so do his eyes. Violet eyes.

You halt roughly, with a gasp, losing your balance and almost stumbling to the floor. He catches you, and holds you upright.

“Are you alright?” He says as he holds you in his arms. His brown eyes a bit worried.

You look around the room, dizzy now, searching for violet eyes. You see none. Am I going mad? You think to yourself, your hands shaking.

“I’m alright.” You finally answer. “I think I just drank a bit too much, I should sit down for a moment.”

“I’ll go grab you some watered down ale.” He says, and walks away, leaving you sitting at a table.

You wait, and you wait, and you wait, but he never returns. You sit by yourself, a bit embarrassed to have been abandoned so easily. When Tessa finally comes back, flushed and happy from dancing, you play off your disappointment at having been abandoned.

“He must have found another wench he would like to see around these parts more often.” You say, trying to sound playful.

“He’s an imbecile.” Tessa says, as she pulls you up to dance with her.

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You stumble through King’s Landing hand in hand with Tessa. You both laugh at nothing as you walk back to the castle, the night feels alive and everyone seems to be out tonight. You can’t help but turn around every so often though, looking behind you as if expecting to see him. You never do see him though, every time you turn around there are only the usual King’s Landing sorts; drunks, whores, servants, alley cats, and gutter rats. By the time you are stumbling into your cot you feel silly for having been so on edge all night.

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You are being dragged somewhere. Where am I going? You groggily think, unsure of where you are being carried. Then you feel the cold floor on your feet.

Your eyes pop open, suddenly you are very alert. Someone stands over you, as they hold you by your armpits off the ground having dragged you out of your cot in the floor. You try to see who it is but it is dark and you see nothing. You are frozen with horror for a moment. Then you feel his tongue on your neck, licking from the base of your neck to your ear. Shivers run through your entire body. You want to scream, but you can’t. Your panic so terrible that you are unable to make a single sound. Then he drops you on the floor. And whether from the impact or from finally getting your bearings you call out.

“Help.” You say, even though your voice cracks.

You feel him crawling on top of you, and you fear that no one has heard you. When you hear the mutterings and shuffling of other sleeping cots.

“What is happening?” You hear someone say, as a torch flickers on. Then another torch, then another. The maids around you waking with confusion from their sleeping cots beside you. Suddenly the room is bright, and you can see the other maids around you staring down at you in confusion. You can also see him now, as he straddles you. His violet eyes hazy, his choppy silver hair messy as he looks down at you. You stare up at him, you can smell the alcohol on him. Never be near him when he is drunk. You remember.

You look in horror to the people around you, hoping for guidance, hoping for help. They all just stare at you dumbfounded. You look back towards Aerion and meet his purple gaze. Never look his way. You remember. He looks at you as if you owe him something, his gaze intent and angry. He goes to remove his tunic pulling it off his torso to reveal the smooth chest underneath.

“No.” You manage to say. Never speak to him. You remember.

His jaw tightens. “You didn’t say no to the low born scum at the tavern.” He says angrily. “But you dare say no to me?”

Your eyes widen. He was there. You finally realize.

He looks furious. Then he stands up, but not to leave. Instead he starts working at the laces on his breeches.

“You seemed to enjoy seeing my cock before. I’ll give you the pleasure of seeing it again.” He says angrily, looking down at you.

You try to get up then, as he is busy untying the laces to his breeches. Your legs betray you however, they feel weak and shaky. You only manage to get halfway up, before you stumble. You look up and notice Tessa for the first time. She has been standing behind some other servants, she looks in shock. You reach out your hand to her then. Your salvation.

She looks surprised for a second, then she starts to step forward toward you when another maid stops her. Aerion turns to look then, towards where you are reaching out.

“Close the door on your way out.” He orders them, with the bored haughty voice he always carries.

Your fellow maids don’t hesitate. They start walking out immediately. Some avoiding your gaze, some looking sorry as they leave. But they all leave. Even Tessa who is pulled away by others, not that she is trying hard to get to you.

“I’m sorry.” You say, turning to Aerion with tears in your eyes. “I don’t know what I have done to deserve this. I’m sorry, my lord. I'm sorry I looked at you.”

“You have done nothing to deserve this.” He says, his eyes cold. “I’m just drunk. Otherwise I would never…I’m a Targeryan…I only lay with…You are nothing.”

You look up at him. Not understanding. As tears fall down your face, he throws himself on top of you. His lips smack into yours, bruising you. His kisses so rough they are painful. As if he wants to eat you. You can feel his hardening cock rubbing into your thighs through your thin nightgown. You try then to push him off, even though you know it’s pointless. Even though you know you don’t have even a quarter of his strength, even though you know you would never be able to run away. He pulls at your nightgown, exposing your breasts as you try to cover them. Then he grabs at your legs, groping at your thighs harshly and pulling your nightgown, bunching it up above your hips. He then forces your legs open apart with his arms. He smiles then, as he goes to press his hand into your cunt.

This is the first time you have ever seen him smile, you realize. It’s a cruel mocking smile. He sticks out his tongue as he stares into your eyes running it in a strange watery movement, almost like a snake. He licks your lips and face, before shoving his tongue into your mouth forcefully at the same time he inserts two fingers into you. You gasp, the sensation a painful one. He pays no mind to your discomfort however, as he simultaneously fucks you with his tongue and his fingers. You try to ignore the feeling, you try to escape mentally if not physically. But your body betrays you. You can feel a growing ache in you, you can feel your wetness start to drench his fingers. Making it easier for them to slide in and out of you each time. He only goes faster and faster, and the ache in you only gets bigger and bigger.

“You love my fingers inside of you don’t you?” Aerion tells you, as he finally pulls away from your mouth. “I knew how dirty you were the moment you looked at me. I knew you wanted me to fuck you right there and then in front of everyone.”

You shake your head denying it. Even as he pulls his soaking wet fingers out of you.

“Yes you did. It’s your fault. I’m of the blood of old Valyria. I would have never chosen you. I would have never wanted you. I’m a dragon, you are a dirty commoner.” He says, as he aims the tip of his glistening cock at your entrance. He closes his eyes for a moment in pleasure, his mouth slightly open before looking at you again.

“I’m only doing this because I’m drunk.” He says his breath shaky. “You are not worth it.” Then he clutches at your hips and slams his cock inside you, groaning with pleasure. A deep guttural sound. He bends over grabbing on to your waist then, as he shoves himself over and over again into you. You shake your head trying to drive away the feeling of his thick long cock thrusting in and out of your cunt. After a while, he stops and grabs tightly into you, holding you so close that it feels as if he is trying to crawl inside you. His pelvis trying to push his cock further inside you than is humanly possible. His eyes closed and fluttering, he groans like a wounded animal into your ear.

Finally he rests on top of you, laying all of his weight on you. You lay there numb, staring up at the stone ceiling, unable to move. The tears now dry on your cheeks. After a while he gets up, and goes to open your legs again. He smiles appreciatively at your cunt dripping with his seed as if he’s proud of his work. You stare at him unblinking, unmoving. He shoves his fingers into your cunt again, but slower this time. As if he’s trying to scoop his spilled seed back inside of you.

“Targeryan seed.” He says smiling, as he digs his fingers deeper into your cunt. “Not even a drop should be wasted.”

“It’ll be a dark haired bastard.” You say. Speaking to him for the first time. The fear numbed out of you.

He tenses. He looks angry again.

“Targeryan blood, even bastard born, is more valuable than any low scum seed you could have ever hoped for.” He says spitefully as he puts his angry grimaced face close to your own. “You should be thanking me. You would have opened your legs like a whore for any low scum that payed you a compliment at a tavern. I honored you by making you mine. Not that you deserved the honor, you dirty whore.”

You look up at him, with no expression on your face. You are too tired to care about the insults. They almost seem to not matter at all.

He clenches his jaw, and shoves himself off you.

“It won’t happen again.” He says, as he looks down at you. “I only did it because I am drunk. Otherwise I would have never chosen you.”

You laugh. A humorless breathless laugh. Even as more tears you didn’t you know you still had spill out of your eyes.

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“I’m sorry.” Tessa says, her eyes bloodshot.

You nod. Not really caring about her apologies. You know she could not have done anything to save you, you know your resentment is not justified, you know if you had been in her place you might have done the same. After all what is the life of one nameless maid, to the whims and wishes of a bored royal, specially one with the blood of the dragon. Even so, you unfairly resent her.

“Did you bring it?” You ask numbly, as you toss corn to the ravens in their cages.

She nods and hands you the moontea. You grab for it greedily and drink it down quickly, as if someone will come to take it away from you. You should be grateful for it. You know how expensive it is. The maester that attends to Maekar and his children had prepared it just for you, after hearing about what happened. Who told the maester you never find out, but you do come to know that the maester informs Maekar. What Maekar is told however, you can only guess. And your guess is that he was only told Aerion bedded a willing maid, for Maekar said nothing and did nothing about it. No servant, no maester wanted to be the one to tell Maekar who his son Aerion truly was.

“Are you going to leave?” Tessa asks timidly. “I can…”

“I have nowhere to go.” You say sullenly, interrupting her, as you stroke a crow that has landed in your shoulder. “He won’t do it again. He was just drunk.”

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Aerion lays in his bathtub, his arms spread over the edge of the tub, his eyes on you, as you stand by the wall of his bedchamber with the other servants. He smiles. That’s how you should have known to run, but you see nothing as you stare at the floor your eyes unfocused.

Aerion snaps his fingers twice. The sound brings you to attention.

“Come and clean me up.” He orders you. You walk towards him automatically. Obey him. You remember. You pick up a wash cloth on your way. He shakes his head at you.

“With your tongue.” He says, as he shoves his pelvis forward and out of the water. His erect cock emerging from the soapy bath water.

You halt. Your face burns hot. The other servants start walking away immediately as if on cue. You follow them with your gaze as they exit, wondering whether you should dare to run after them. You glance at the guard at the door, who ignores your gaze and starts closing the door behind him. You press your lips together, as your vision starts to get a bit blurry, trying to not cry this time.

He snaps his fingers again impatient, trying to get your attention back on him.

Your legs feel weak like jelly as you approach him.

“Kneel.” He orders as he rises out of the tub. His body dripping wet. You obey.

He leans down and grabs your face, licking your lips with his tongue.

“Lick me clean.” He says, as he stands again his chest rising and falling faster with each breath as he looks down at you with dilated violet eyes. You clench your fists but obey. You run your tongue from the bottom of his balls to the top of them, and from the top of his balls to his cock, pressing your tongue against it from bottom to tip. You taste the bit of seed that spills out of him. He starts thrusting into your face then as he looks down at you, and you think he is about to force himself inside your mouth when he walks away from you instead. He seems frustrated. Angry even.

“Leave.” He orders, his jaw clenched harder than you’ve ever seen it.

You hesitate a second wondering if you heard correctly.

“Leave!” He yells at you so angrily that spit droplets sputter out.

You stand on shaky legs as fast as you can and run.

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“Where will you go?” Tessa asks.

You jump, you hadn’t noticed her at the door. You turn back to packing the few items you have to your name with shaky hands.

“I don’t know.” You confess. “But I can’t stay, I don’t know what he’ll do next time. I don’t even know why I’ve made him so angry.”

You are about to close the small knapsack you are tossing your items into when she tosses a small coin purse into it.

“What is this?” You ask her.

“It’s not much.” She says, “But I’m sure you’ll need it while you find somewhere to stay.”

You try to swallow the knot in your throat.

“Thank you.” You say finally turning to look at her. Her tears spill endlessly from her face.

“I’m sorry.” She says trying to hold on to sobs. “I’m a coward. I left you there with him.”

You go to hold her then, patting her back. All your bitterness towards her has melted away. You understand that she could have been in your place, or you in hers very easily. Neither of you with an ounce of power to change your life in any meaningful way.

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“The ship leaves at dawn.” The captain tells you, “Be there on time or the ship leaves without you.”

You nod.

“No refunds.”

You nod again.

The ticket had cost you most of your savings so you look around you for the cheapest room and supper you can find for the night. Finally, you manage to find a small inn far from the castle, on the outskirts of the city. The supper is meager and your room is small, but you are grateful to be as far away from Aerion as possible. Even so, you cannot sleep, so after tossing and turning for a while you decide to head back downstairs to the common area.

The hall is filled with busy innkeepers, carrying trays of food and ale to late arrivals. The late arrivals seem rowdy but happy, so they do not trouble you. Even so the room feels stifling with so many people so you step outside for some fresh air thinking that will calm your mind.

You stare up at the sky, the night sky is beautiful. Endless stars, all around you. Suddenly you see a white majestic owl flying above you. You smile up at it, it’s so beautiful. You watch as it flies away wondering if it’s a good omen of things to come.

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“I don’t understand.” You say as you argue with the sailor. “Isn’t there more than one captain that can sail the boat?” It’s early in the day and the sky around you has a dark purple tint.

“I told you. Both the captain and his second in command got bitten.” He says annoyed, as he unpacks boxes from the ship.

“How?” You ask.

“Snakes.” He answers with a huff, putting down a heavy box. “If you ask me it’s a dark omen, we won’t sail for at least another fortnight.”

“But I bought a ticket.” You plead.

“And the ticket will be valid in a fortnight.” He argues back.

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You sit outside the inn, the night becoming colder around you, calculating how many days your coin will last you. You think you can make it a fortnight, barely. You have no choice however, all the other tickets in bigger boats cost far more than you can afford. The innkeeper's rat-catcher cat snuggles up to you, his orange frame fluffy and clean despite the fact that it lives mostly outdoors. You stroke its soft coat comforted by its presence. It hisses as a crow lands close.

You stroke the cat again trying to get it to calm down, as it starts howling meanly at the crow. At least you think it’s a crow, it’s so dark out now that you can hardly make out the bird. You walk closer to it, searching your pockets for any leftover corn you might have carried off with you. The crow stands still as if waiting for you, you reach out to stroke it and it lets you. You smile pleasantly surprised, and toss the small pieces of corn you found in your pocket his way. The crow however does not reach for any of the corn. Instead it stands still watching you, almost with a haughty look. You shiver. A dark crawling sensation creeping over you.

“Aerion?” You ask, in a whisper.

The crow caws loudly, before taking flight right into your face. You cower covering your face and hear the cat mewing angrily as well as the crow also flies into it before flying off.

“It’s all in my head.” You tell yourself as you shiver and toss and turn in your small bed that night, unable to sleep again.

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You awaken with his arms around you. You wonder if you are dreaming as you look into Aerion’s violet eyes, his silver hair iridescent in the morning sun. He picks you up out of the bed, that’s when you know you are not dreaming.

“Aerion?” You ask up at him.

He smiles down at you, then carries you out of the room.

You look around you, there is light around you so you guess it must be early morning. As you pass the hall downstairs the innkeepers avoid your eyes as they stand aside. You notice the coin purses in their hands though.

Aerion places you in the ground as one of his guards brings him his horse. He mounts the ink dark beast easily in one smooth move, then reaches his hand out for you, waiting for you to take it. You don’t move from your spot. Your mind feels heavy and sluggish as you try to comprehend what is happening. You feel almost as if you are outside your own body, looking at yourself standing below him.

You feel one of his guard’s hands on you suddenly as he picks you up easily and places you into Aerion’s saddle. Your body feels frozen, and so does your mind as Aerion grabs on to your stomach with one hand and ushers the horse forward with the other.

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“What are you?” You finally ask, as you both ride through the outskirts of the city in the early morning. The road is empty except for the two guards riding in front of you.

He presses closer to you from behind. His breath hot on your ear.

“I am the blood of the dragon.” He answers, as he drags his nose from the bottom of your neck to your right earlobe, which he then licks.

You shudder. “Are you a man or a beast?” You ask.

“I am a man that should have been a dragon.” He says, as he pulls at your robe. “But the dragons are gone, so I fly on smaller wings.”

“On crows?” You ask. “On owls?”

“Yes, and more.” He answers.

“On snakes?” You ask.

He pulls at your nightgown attempting to bring it up.

“Why me?” You ask. “You could have anyone.”

“But I want you.” He answers as he finally pulls your nightgown high enough that he has access to your cunt. He drags his fingers there, pressing into your warm folds. You can feel the warmth of his cock through his breaches and through your thin nightgown on your back.

“I’m not a Targeryan.” You note.

“I know!” He says angrily, as he presses you even closer to his bulging cock with his free hand. “Do you think I have chosen you on purpose?!”

“My older brother Daerion tells me there is a madness in me.” Aerion says as he grinds his cock onto your back. “He thinks I will lose my mind one day, unable to distinguish between the beast and the man.”

He thrusts two fingers inside you, making you gasp.

“The man in me says you are no good. Dirty blood. Low birth.” He says, as he kisses at your neck, and presses inside of you with his fingers. “The beast though, the beast recognizes your scent everywhere I go. It drives me mad with want. The beast in me has already chosen you. The moment you entered my room that very first day, before I ever saw you, before you ever saw me. I came into my room and I could smell you all around me, like a longing that I could not touch. I wondered what it was. I had never experienced it before. Then I saw you come in, your eyes to the ground, I knew then that my bloodline would be ruined by you. I tried so hard to tame my want of you. But my brother is right, I am often more beast than man, and beasts do not understand what is good for men.”

You slump then against his chest. All the energy has been drained out of you, and you are irrevocably tired.

“So I never stood a chance.” You say, more to yourself than to him.

“Never.” He confirms, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I did try to let you go.” He says after a while, his fingers trailing the wetness of your hole, up to your sweet spot, where he focuses and presses around and round in circles. “But in my dreams, I would take flight and without knowing I would look for you.”

“Accept your fate.” He says, as he presses harder and faster into your sweet spot, and you do. The ache in you gives into his graceful fingers as you fall into bliss at his hands. Your throbbing cunt rubbing into his fingers until you fall over the threshold of bliss and collapse into his chest.

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Your cunt is throbbing from being fucked for so long. Aerion has been fucking you all day. So much so that you now feel as if your cunt is empty without his cock inside you. You stumble out of his bedchamber though, you need some air.

You stand outside in the courtyard looking up at the night sky and taking deep breaths of the fresh night air, until you notice the kitchen cat staring at you intently from the shadows. You shiver.

You will never be able to escape him, this warg that is more beast than man. His eyes will follow everywhere you go in different forms, in different shapes.

“I just needed some air.” You tell him. He looks at you with glowing feline eyes, before approaching you and rubbing up against your legs. He heads back in the direction of the bedchamber, before looking back at you, waiting for you to follow him.

As you enter his bedchamber, you look at him in the light of the candles. His face peaceful as he sleeps, his lips pull slightly at the corners almost as if he’s smiling. He opens his purple eyes then and truly smiles.

The cat you had been following suddenly looks around and meows as if lost, before slinking away from you and out of the room.

“Come.” Aerion beckons, his hand outstretched towards you from the bed. “I want to see my seed spilling out of your pretty cunt once more.”