𝑩𝑹𝑼𝑰𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑬𝑵𝑽𝒀
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Each time they came, you were always overlooked and all you wished for.. was to be chosen… even once.
𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Maekar Targaryen x fem.Reader 𝙒𝙘: 7.5k 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: MDNI +18, super jealous!reader, noble!reader(lesser non specific noble house), age-gap, reader being abused (not sexually), thoughts abt threatening of self-harm, daddy issues, thoughts abt drugging, reader is mentally unstable, grumpy Maekar, Maekar calling you girl/child(you hate it), slight arguing, kinda pain kink, scars, insecurities, comforting, mutual pining(??), smut: fingering, loss of virginity, first time, p in v, rough-ish sex, table sex, breeding, creampie, kinda emotional sex(?)
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𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: This one could work as a long fic, but I squeezed it into a oneshot haha sorry & also I wrote this while listening to ‘lacy by Olivia.R’ sooo yeah enjoy + be aware that English isn’t my first language, so please forgive me for any mistakes/errors <3
You had always wondered… why did he choose her and not you? What was the difference between you?
When he came with his father, after the decision had already been made that he would marry one of you, he chose her. Even after you had worn your finest dresses, styled your hair so delicately, adorned yourself with everything you had.
And still… he chose her.
How could he not see the malice in her eyes? But she was skilled at pretending, that much you had noticed. And what were you supposed to do? Stand there and say, “No, stop, she’s the devil”? She was your sister after all.
You hated it; because this was the fifth time. The fifth time one of your sisters had been chosen over you. Perhaps it was just your luck? Because maybe that the groom himself would treat you even worse than your own family does.
But this time… your heart ached in a way it hadn’t before.
You couldn’t stop staring at the Targaryens during their stay, before your sister prepared to leave with them as a bride. From behind pillars, from windows.. you were always hidden, always watching.
Watching Aerion walk beside your sister… those small touches, those quiet smiles between them, while you stood there, biting your thumb until the skin broke.
Once… you even stole one of her dresses. You stood in front of your mirror, staring at your reflection.
What was the difference?
Perhaps that had been one of your worst decisions, because she found out.
You were dragged from your room in the middle of the night, a hand clamped over your mouth to silence you so you wouldn’t alert anyone. Your sister stood there, arms crossed over her chest, anger written all over her face.
And of course… your eyes fell on the whip in your father’s hand.
“Is envy truly the only title your life holds, sweet sister?” You only stared at her coldly. You justified yourself, lied, telling the truth. It didn’t matter. The outcome was the same.
You woke the next morning lying on your stomach, a healer pressing herbs against your back, wrapping them carefully in cloth. Your father’s favorite place. He would never dare damage your face… the very thing he trades with.
When she finished and left, the maid helped you into your dress despite the pain coursing through your body, because how could the bride’s sister simply disappear? You had to be present.
What if a prince… or a lord… laid eyes on you? That alone would bring joy to your father’s heart.
You sat on the garden grass, tucked away in a corner, pulling flowers from the soil by their roots, staring at them in silence. They didn’t die immediately when uprooted.
And you wondered why. You had wanted to die from the very first day, too.
Then… you heard heavy footsteps approaching from afar.
You lifted your head toward the sound. They were still far, but you could see them, your father… and the groom’s father, prince Maekar Targaryen.
It seemed they had come to discuss something.. something that didn’t matter to you at all.
Yet your eyes didn’t move away.
You hadn’t noticed him at first, your attention had been on the sons. But he was older… still handsome, no, more than that. There was something in him that the others lacked. A presence that did not need to demand attention, yet commanded it all the same.
Unmarried… No, widowed. Six children.
Surely, he must be more experienced in everything. Your gaze lingered longer.
The sharp lines of his face, aged just enough to strip away any boyish softness, leaving behind something far more dangerous. His silver hair, touched faintly by time, only made him more striking, not lesser. And those eyes… cold and steady yet they pulled at you in a way you couldn’t explain.
He did not smile. Not like his sons. There was no easy warmth in him, no softness offered freely. And perhaps that was exactly why you couldn’t look away.
Your chest tightened, an unfamiliar feeling, heavy and sharp, as if your own heart had betrayed you. This was not like before. Not like the others who came and left, choosing anyone but you.
For the first time, it wasn’t about being chosen.
It was about wanting.
Wanting him to look at you, truly look. Wanting those cold eyes to pause, even for a moment, because of you.
His features were always stern, much like your father’s? Perhaps… he was a kinder version of him?
You needed to prove that, but how?
Your hands were stained with dirt. You glanced at your palms briefly before standing, walking toward them, your face already adorned with that foolish, practiced smile.
“Greetings, father,” you said softly. Then your gaze shifted to him “My lord”
And in that moment you stepped closer, taking his hand without hesitation, without shame, shaking it boldly.
His brows furrowed in clear confusion “I have heard much about you, Prince Maekar. I hope your stay here pleases you.”
He barely paid attention to your words. All of his attention now why was your hand, no his hand… damp? Dirty?
When you pulled away and left with hurried steps, he looked down at his hand in disgust “The fuck? what is this?!”
Once you were far enough, you glanced back.
You knew the consequences of what you had done.
But this… this was a test.
And you saw how he reacted annoyed and angry. Your father quickly ordered a guard to bring a plate and a wet cloth.
Not kind. That was fine? Maybe it was because he didn’t know you. Now he did.
‘Perhaps he had already fallen in love with you at first sight’ That was the conclusion your questionably sane mind reached.
As usual you were punished for what you did, this time with heated iron.
A new burn added to the collection lining your arm.
You stared at it silently, sitting before the fireplace, it was still inflamed. A dull glow danced over your skin, over the scars, old and new alike. You wondered… did your sisters bear marks like yours too?
Your gaze drifted to the window. The night was pitch-dark. No moon adorned the sky.
There was no time left. Perhaps two… three days at most before the Targaryens would leave.
You had to act. You had to escape this place.
You pulled your sleeve down over the bandage wrapped around your arm, then stood. Bare feet meeting the cold floor. Quietly, carefully, you slipped out of your room.
If you weren’t mistaken… you knew exactly where Maekar’s chambers were.
Days of watching and observing, had carved every detail into your mind.
The guards paced outside his door, back and forth. Just a few quick, light steps… And you were there.
You didn’t even knock.
You crept inside and closed the door behind you with careful silence, yet your heart pounded so violently in your chest, it felt as if it would burst.
And strangely enough… You liked that, it thrills you.
But now… What was the plan?
Your eyes scanned the room until they fell upon the bed where the covers are raised.
So… he was asleep.
You moved closer.. slowly, you sank to your knees beside the bed, staring at the figure resting there.
You tilted your head, studying him.
Even in sleep, his expression was tense, brows faintly drawn together.
You had the sudden urge to press a finger between them… to smooth that crease away, just a little.
He was better than Aerion. Better than any suitor who had ever come here.
You had never thought… never imagined… that you would be drawn to someone so much older than you.
You didn’t know what to do next. So your hand rose, almost on its own.
Your fingers hovered, inching closer to his cheek. Just one touch. You were curious.
Curious about what it would feel like, to touch someone you liked… but your luck had never favored you.
Just as your fingers were an inch away
His eyes snapped open. Furious.
Before you could react, his hand shot out, gripping your wrist harshly and yanking you forward. The strength of it shocked you.
“Who the fuck are you?!”
The next thing you knew, you were pinned against the bed beside him, his grip crushing your arm, right over the fresh burn.
Pain exploded through your body and you tried to pull away, it was useless.
Sleep still clung to him, but as awareness settled in, and he recognized your face under the dim candlelight “You again?! Damn it!”
You didn’t answer. But he remembered you! Did you linger in his thoughts? No this is not the best time to think about this.
Now all you could feel was pain flooding from beneath his hand, spreading through your body. Tears slipped down your cheeks without permission.
You said nothing. You were… you were enjoying it?
“Speak! Why the fuck are you here?!.. How did you get in?!” His voice was sharp with anger. “Those damn idiots..” he spat, clearly referring to the guards.
“ I- ” was all that left your lips before you released pained whimper.
His gaze dropped then falling on your hand, the one that was trying -though not really trying- to push his grip away.
Something shifted. He freed your hand. Another pained sound escaped you as you pulled back, sitting up.
“Talk. Now! Gods, What do you want? you fuckin’ stupid girl “ Your silence irritated him, fed his anger.
Slowly, you lifted your sleeve. The bandage had shifted… revealing the angry burn beneath.
“The fuc-.. ?” he muttered again, exhaustion and confusion lacing his voice.
What was wrong with you?
“My lord…” you gasped softly. “Please… take me with you”
“Huh?” The sound left him in disbelief as he stared at your tearful eyes.
You raised your arm further “This… is my punishment. Just for shaking your hand.”
You had no plan left but this. Begging and pleading.
“Marry me, plea-..”
“Have you lost your mind, girl?” he snapped, pushing himself off the bed.
You hurried after him, standing in front of him despite the pain. “I’ll do anything.”
You clasped your hands together “I’ll cook for you, I’ll help you dress, I’ll-.. ” Your voice faltered.
You heard yourself. You were offering yourself like a servant. Lowering yourself!
And worse.. He surely doesn’t need one.
His brows furrowed, his expression twisting in disbelief. He looked like he wanted nothing more than to drag you out by your arm and throw you out of the room.
You dropped to your knees before him. “Marry me. I’ll be obedient. I swear… I won’t ask for anything.”
“You’re going too far,” he warned sharply.
Your hands moved, resting against his thighs.. testing, desperate..
But before you could try anything further, he shoved your hands away, ended up braced yourself with them against the ground “It would be better for you to fucking stop, young lady”
You heard his footsteps moving away. Your eyes dropped to the laces of your dress. And quickly you began undoing them.
“Get out of here the same way you came. I won’t tell your father, one punishment is enough for a spoiled girl like you” His back was turned to you. He gestured toward the door.
When no answer came he turned with grumpiness.
“Seven hells…”
You stood there. Bare.
Not entirely, but enough.
Enough for him to see the stripes of clothes wrapped around parts of your body for your injuries.
“This is what I live through,” you said “Marry me. Take me with you. I know you don’t need a wife, but you’d be saving me from this hell-.. ”
“Put your fucking dress on!” he snapped, cutting you off.
He strode toward you. You didn’t move.
You let him do whatever he wanted. You thought he might strike you, punish you, but he didn’t.
Instead, he grabbed your dress and forced it back onto you, his movements rough but not cruel.
“I come to this filthy place to find a wife for my son… for alliances and my brother’s nonsense… and now this lord’s daughter is throwing herself at me. What a fuckin’ wretched place.” He grabbed your arm, dragging you toward the door.
You looked up at him, whispering the softest “Please…” he didn’t respond.
Simply pushed you out.
A guard glanced at you in confusion, when had you entered?
But you were already gone, walking quickly, almost running.
Now you were in your bed breathless. Your thoughts were tangled. Was what you did wrong?
He said he wouldn’t tell your father. Wasn’t that… kind?
He hadn’t even tried to take advantage of you. Instead… he dressed you.
Your mind drifted to those brief touches of his hands against your bare skin as he pulled the dress over you.
Your teeth sank into your thumb, like always.
But this time… Not from jealousy, not from anger. From something warmer, something unfamiliar.
Embarrassment? Heat?
In just two encounters… He had become the only one you wanted.
No one else.
But how would you make him admit he felt the same? Yes, Your unwell mind believing this too now.
And then… That twisted idea crept in.
What if you spread a rumor? That you had left his chambers in a… disheveled state.
The guards had seen you, hadn’t they? They would be witnesses.
But… You were afraid. Afraid that it would make him hate you.
And with many thoughts in your head… You fell asleep.
You hadn’t expected to wake the next day to chaos.
Noise filled your room, people gathering your belongings, others removing furniture, some doing things you couldn’t even understand.
You were deeply confused… until you saw your father.
“Get up and prepare yourself. Prince Maekar wants you as his wife” Your eyes widened.
“Hmm.. did you enchant the dirt you smeared on him or something?” he scoffed. “You little witch, I never thought anyone would look at you. And now a Targaryen wants you? Even if he’s older… I’m impressed”
His tone was sharp, eyes scanning the room, watching the servants work.
You couldn’t believe it either..
Your face remained blank, completely devoid of expression for the rest of the days.
Until suddenly, you snapped out of it… already seated in a carriage, on your way to Summerhall.
Days passed. And now, you lived with Maekar Targaryen as his wife.
Not truly with him. Only in name.
He hadn’t spoken to you since the wedding. Hadn’t touched you once.
And unfortunately… your eyes still wandered toward your sister, the one Aerion had married. He stayed by her side most of the time. You saw it clearly how harsh he was with everyone else…Except her.
That… stung.
Your sisters always got what they wanted without effort and here you were, trying with everything you had.. And still, you got nothing.
Nothing but this marriage… one you weren’t even sure you could call a marriage.
But you were the one who asked for this.
Your thumbs were now raw, nearly torn apart from how often you bit into them, perhaps even past the skin.
You were alone here. No one spoke to you. At least back there, you had small friendships even with the servants.
And now… yes, your body no longer received new injuries.. and that was good… right?
…Right?
Lost in thought, staring out the window, you didn’t even notice when someone approached, when he stood beside you.
Until suddenly, he pulled your hand away from your mouth.
You flinched, straightening immediately “Lord husband…”
Maekar gaze fell to your ruined thumb, then back to you.
“I just feel… lonely,” you whispered without thinking.
He stared at you in silence for a long moment.
Then.. “I came to tell you to prepare. You will eat with me tonight”
His fingers brushed over the skin you had torn with your teeth “And stop this worthless habit”
And he left.
A small smile formed on your lips. Warmth crept up your cheeks as you stared at the hand he had touched.
Slowly…
You pressed your lips -not your teeth this time- to your thumb, kissing it right where he had touched you.
He came in person to tell you about having a meal together, he noticed your habit… he cared?
You sat beside him, your heart beating so violently it almost hurt as you ate.
The two of you were alone in his chambers. You had dressed carefully in your comfortable nightgown, your hair left loose around your shoulders.
Perhaps…
Perhaps he would make you stay the night with him, the thought alone made warmth creep across your skin.
“Do you not speak with your sister? Would that not ease your loneliness?” Maekar voice cut through your dreamy thoughts, making you freeze for a moment before answering.
“I-.. I’m not that close with my sister” Your eyes fell to your food sadly, none of your siblings had ever truly been acting like sisters to you.
You didn’t know why.
“You will adjust to the others soon enough, child” Child? The word struck you harder than it should have, what kind of man calling his wife that?
That was not what you wanted from him.
You wanted.. You forced the thought away before it could fully form.
When dinner ended, he told you to return to your chamber while wiping his mouth with a cloth.
Disappointment settled heavily inside you as you stared at his back.. You stood slowly, supposed to make your way to your shoes and leave, but instead rooted to the spot for a moment longer than necessary.
Maybe if you looked back at him.. he would stop you? he would change his mind?
Your gaze remained fixed on his back as you walked.
And because of that you failed to notice where you were stepping as your leg struck the small table beside you.
Sending that urn crashing onto the floor. A startled sound escaped you, your eyes widening instantly.
“Sorry!.. I’m sorry!” You hurried to bend down, desperate to gather the broken pieces before you angered him, but his voice cut through the room sharply.
“Stop”
He walked toward you. You heard the crunch of fragments beneath his boots before suddenly..
Maekar arm slid beneath your knees, lifting you effortlessly as yor hands moved around his neck instinctively, fingers curling against him... He was warm, he was strong.
And even more handsome this close.
You could see the faint exhaustion lining his face, the silver strands of his beard, the sharpness in his eyes even now.
Your stomach twisted.. “Punish me however you wish, husband.”
You truly meant punishment.
Pain had always followed your mistakes. A cane, burns, bruises.. it was familiar… comfortingly familiar.
But instead, irritation flashed across your husband face “Could you first concern yourself with not getting hurt, you foolish child?”
You hated that title.. Hated how small it made you feel, yet even now, your heart continued racing embarrassingly fast.
Setting you carefully onto a nearby chair. His hands were harsh as he lifted your foot, checking for cuts.
His touches felt strange.
Rough… yet oddly gentle at the same time. That alone made your chest ache.
Your fingers curled tightly around the chair beneath you as he lifted your other foot. He handled you almost impatiently.. but he was still making sure you were unharmed.
Your feelings were overflowing so violently now that you could barely endure them.
You wanted him to reciprocate your feelings in any way possible.
“I’ll return to my chambers,” you whispered softly, the words barely left your lips.
Part of you desperately hoped he had not heard them.
But instead, he only gave a short nod before straightening to his full height once more.
And your heart sank all over again.
After you admitted how lonely you felt, he began setting aside a portion of his day to spend with you.
And truthfully.. That warmed your heart more than it should have.
You would ramble endlessly about useless little things, meaningless thoughts that wandered through your mind, and despite that… He listened.
You noticed the way he rolled his eyes in annoyance sometimes, the faint exhale of irritation leaving him, but he never once told you to stop.
And whenever you fell silent on your own, he would unexpectedly tell you to continue.
You had tried, more than once, to hint that you wanted to sleep beside him.
The weather is growing colder, the bed is far too large for you alone.. Small comments like that slipped past his ears without much thought.
Or perhaps he ignored them intentionally.
Either way he never agreed in the end.
Today, you had told him you were searching for a certain flower.
Unfortunately for him, he agreed to accompany you.
He spent the entire journey sighing dramatically atop his horse while you wandered through the grass and shrubs, searching here and there.
You studied the flowers sketched on the paper in your hands, then compared them carefully to the plants surrounding you.
Of course they were rare.. Where were you even supposed to find them?
Flowers said to stir desire, even you were shocked you had gone looking for them.
If Maekar found out, he would probably despise you.
But that was fine you would simply never tell him.
You stumbled more than once through the bushes, and each time you heard his amused snort behind you.
“What?” you snapped for the first time with playful sarcasm. “If you weren’t sitting on your horse, you’d fall too, you old man”
You were trying ‘awkwardly’ to match his dry cruelty and to your surprise, he laughed.
Actually laughed.
A low sound that made your chest tighten embarrassingly fast as he pulled on the reins to stop his horse.
“I had six troublesome children already,” he said while climbing down, clearly joking, “and now I have seven. Gods help me”
The teasing expression on your face disappeared instantly.
‘Child’ You didn’t want him to see you that way, not as little girl, not as someone like he was forced to care for.
You wanted him to see you as a woman. As his wife. A real one.
You knew he had only married you to help you escape your family.
But now… now you wanted more than that.
“I want to go back, lord husband” Your voice came out strangely quiet, empty of its usual life as you looked at him.
He seemed mildly amazed by your sudden change in mood, though he didn’t dwell on it for long.
Perhaps you were tired, that what he thought.
The news of your sister’s pregnancy shattered something inside you.
Because your husband -the man who looked at you as though you were merely another one of his children- would never give you something like that.
What was wrong with you? It was a question that haunted you constantly.
You stood before the mirror, your hand resting against your flat stomach as you imagined how it might look if there were a child growing inside.
Small, silver-haired babe.. would be beautiful.
For one terrible moment, you wondered if threatening to hurt yourself would finally force him to give in to your wishes.
But you shook your head quickly.
No, you needed to stop thinking like that before he began to resent you… before he stopped coming near you entirely because of your madness.
Tonight would be the night, you decided it!
You prepared yourself with the finest silk nightgown you have before making your way to his chambers. Even though the guard informed you that he was busy, you entered anyway, dismissing every servant from the room.
“What in the seven hells, girl?” he muttered irritably, only lifting his eyes from the letters spread before him“This had better be important.”
Maekar looked exhausted. Buried in responsibilities he clearly despised.
Perhaps… maybe some part of him appreciated your interruptions, if only because they distracted him.
“I know you only brought me here-..married me, to help me escape, and I know that I told you I won’t ask you for anything but…” Your voice weakened near the end, fingers twisting together anxiously as you avoided looking directly at him.
Suddenly, the confidence you had forced yourself to carry into this room began crumbling apart beneath his stare.
“What are you trying to say?” His tone was already wary.
You swallowed hard “I want a child..”
Silence.
“A fuck-..What?” His head lifted fully this time, eyes narrowing at you in disbelief as though he was certain he had misheard.
Your chest tightened painfully, but you forced yourself to continue “I said I want a child”
“Mind your place, child.. go back to your chamber and stop your nonsense”
Now the word was from him, again ‘Child’
“Damn it.. fuck!” The curse escaped before you could stop it, stripped out of your manners.
“All wives get to have children!” you burst out, your voice louder than intended. “Why can’t I ask for that too?”
You hated how desperate you sounded. Hated how your hands trembled.
“I’m tired of hinting that I want you to-..” Your voice faltered for only a second.
Heat flooded your face, but you forced the words out anyway “..touch me”
His expression darkened instantly “I told you to mind your place and leave”
“No!” You stepped closer instead “ I’m not little!” your voice shaking with emotion. “I’m not your daughter and I’m not a child!”
Your eyes burned, you weren’t even sure if it was anger or embarrassment anymore.
“I’m your wife,” you whispered brokenly, almost breathless from how fast your heart was beating. “And I want you to touch me! Lov-… I want my rights!”
The room fell silent afterward except for your uneven breathing.
And for the first time since entering you saw something in his expression shift.
“Your rights?” Maekar let out a disbelieving scoff, shaking his head. “I haven’t even-..”
He never finished the sentence.
You crossed the room and straddling his lap before he could stop you, on top of that soft bulge beneath his breeches shifting against him recklessly enough to make him release a strained breath.
Your heart pounded wildly.
You had never imagined yourself capable of this kind of boldness “Please… husband,” you whispered desperately.
You grabbed his hand and forced it against your stomach, pressing it there despite his resistance “I want to feel you here, hmm”
You had no idea how you managed to make his body shudder with need and desire “You insane woman”
“Yes,” you whispered shakily. “A woman. That’s right. Look at me the way you look at women your age”
He stared at you in complete disbelief, disturbed and overwhelmed by your behavior, before finally gripping your waist firmly to stop your movements.
His strength made you suddenly aware of how trapped you were beneath his hands.. Helpless.
You thought then that he would reject you again. So your voice broke quietly as you looked away from him “Is it because of the scars on my body?” you whispered.. “Do they disgust you?”
“You looked breakable” now he is petting you and you exhaled sadly..“ desperate to leave that place behind.. I thought you were craving for someone, anyone, only to save you. And I wanted to protect you girl, but if you want the truth-.. “ what?
“Since the very first day,” he said quietly, his grip still firm against your waist, “before you even begged me to take you away… since that ridiculous red dress you wore trying to impress my fucking son…”
His eyes stayed fixed on you “I was watching you” Your breath caught.
His thumb pressed slightly into your side as though grounding himself while he spoke, his expression tense, almost frustrated with himself.
“That foolish smile of yours. Those eyes filled with desperation, begging to be chosen, pathetic.. ” His jaw tightened faintly. “If only you had looked my way from the beginning… things would have been different”
Your heartbeat became deafening. You could barely process the words leaving his mouth.
All this time?! All this time, had he truly been looking at you too? How did you miss that?
Yes you were always observing him all the time, yet your weakness was never knowing what crossing his mind and just making assumptions and inventing scenarios in your head.
And the thing is Maekar thought you wanted someone your age, young and full of life, but when you failed you looked for anyone to help you, and the anyone was him.. he let his anger silently grow inside because of that and kept what he wanted for himself.
but it seems he can’t bottling it anymore.
“And that idiotic stunt,” he continued with a low scoff, though there was no real anger left in it now “Trying to get my attention by dirtying my hand with wet mud?”
A flicker of embarrassment crossed your face at the memory, but before you could speak, he leaned closer slightly “I wanted to teach you a lesson for that”
The roughness in his voice sent heat rushing violently through your body especially that place pressed against him.
“Not the way your father does,” he muttered darkly “I wanted to bend you over and make you apologize properly until all you could say was ‘sorry’”
Your lips parted soundlessly, you couldn’t look away from him.
His eyes searched your expression carefully, almost as though waiting for fear or regret.
“You walk into my chambers showing your body to me,” he continued, exhaling heavily as though remembering the moment exhausted him even now “Do you have any idea how much restraint it took? Hmm? not to drag you over the bed and give you another lesson.. that noble ladies do not bare themselves before lords begging for help?”
His fingers tightened at your waist for the briefest moment before loosening again, like he had caught himself.
Your thoughts felt dizzy and messy.
Unreal.
“Many lords came, yes…” you murmured weakly, still staring at him as if afraid he would disappear if you blinked “But you were the only one I wanted to… save me”
The words left you breathless.
Disbelieving.
You scanned his expression, trying to find the lie, trying to convince yourself this was another fantasy your lonely mind had created.
Was this truly happening? Were all those ridiculous hopes… real?
Your hand twitched slightly wanting to pinch yourself hard enough to wake up.
But instead.. your fingers curled weakly into the fabric of his clothes as you stared at him with wide, trembling eyes.
Because one of his hand was already under the fabric of your nightgown and you didn’t realize it until his fingers teased your folds slightly, both of you were surprised.
“Bare” His eyes flickering with wicked amusement, repeating the motion, and you gasped sharply, instinctively covering your mouth “what was your plan?… to take your ‘rights’ by force or what, little wife?”
You looked at him with a shy, shaken expression, unable to speak.. he rose without hesitation, lifting you with a firm grip. Before you could fully process it, he set you down on the table, forcing you to meet his height, his presence suddenly overwhelming your space.
The air between you tightened instantly as his fingers go back to the same place, exploring your arousal again.
“Endure it like a woman,” he murmured near your ear, voice rough enough to send heat through your entire body “Reach your peak on my hand, and perhaps I’ll consider giving you what you want”
The words alone nearly undid you.
Maekar was an impatient man and you felt his two thick fingers inserted into you at once.
Your breath hitched and you were clenching hard around his fingers, you were still in shock even when you ever touching yourself you were only rubbing and this.. this was new..
“Relax, sweet wife,” he said with little chuckle, watching your face far more closely than your body“Isn’t this what you wanted?”
You moaned as he scissoring his way into you slowly and confidently, far too experienced compared to you. Every small movement pulled another helpless sound from your lips, your fingers tightening against his shoulders as though you needed something solid to hold onto.
Your embarrassment was fading, slowly replaced by something warmer, needier.
He noticed the way your legs parted slightly wider for him and a faint, amused smile tugged at the corner of his mouth “So impatient,”
Your mind was completely overwhelmed, focused only on the unfamiliar sensations he was drawing out of you, the strange sparks that seemed to gather low in your stomach, tightening with every breath you took.
“M-more…” you whispered before you could stop yourself. “My husband…”
That came out broken, embarrassed, barely audible.
And he heard with his brows lifting slightly, something darker, more concentrated.
“Already losing control, though you were a big girl now” he murmured, voice low and steady and with that his thumb started playing with your sensitive pearl that made you trembled and your hand wrapped around his wrist on instinct,
Did he stop? No, he only rubbed aggressively and your head fell back while your eyelids fluttered shut and your back arched as you came hard, spasming and pulsing around his fingers with broken cries.
“yes, wife, like this.. hmm fucking like this” as he watched you closely going through your intense orgasm soaking his hand, the wet sounds of his fingers rutting in and out of your leaking cunt filling the hushed chamber was driving you both insane.
You struggled to catch your breath as you watched him remove the red cloth draped over his shoulder and set it aside. His movements were unhurried.
“My time to fulfill the promise,” he said then he tilted his chin toward your dress “off”
You were so eager while lifting your nightgown up but your hands hesitated halfway through.
He noticed immediately. With a quiet exhale, he reached forward to help you.
And then he understood why you had stopped.
Your arms were covered in marks he see them clearly now not like the first time. There was barely any untouched skin left between old wounds, burns, and scars. A few pale marks were scattered across your stomach as well.
And what if he saw your back ?
Your gaze dropped instantly. Your hands moved instinctively, trying to hide whatever you could, covering your skin as though that might somehow erase what was there.
Before you could, he caught your wrists and gently pulled them away “Look at me”
You couldn’t. Your emotions had become a tangled mess inside your chest.. Shameful fear, embarrassment and regret.
You found yourself wishing you had covered them. Wrapped them in cloth just anything would have been better than letting him see them so clearly now, like you were reminding him of the night you begged him.
“You’re the one who shouldn’t be looking at me, I l- look disgusti.. ” you whispered. A frustrated sigh left him, and then he released your wrists. Was he unpleasant by your body now?
The thought struck you hard..
You immediately drew your trembling legs up the table to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, making yourself as small as possible while hiding your face, how did you forget about your scars?
Then you heard the sounds. A belt being undone, buttons, ties.
Your brows knit together. Slowly, reluctantly, you lifted your miserable gaze toward him. Toward his bare chest..
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
“What?” he asked, his voice was rough “Do you find me disgusting as well?”
He was referring to the scars that marked his own body. His body bore wounds too.. older, harsher and far more numerous than yours.
“No” You shook your head immediately “Of course not my lord.. “
His hand rose to your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes “then stop saying nonsense about yours”
The firmness in his voice left no room for argument.
For a long moment, he simply looked at you. Not at the scars or the marks. At you.
As though none of them mattered. The realization made your chest ache unexpectedly.
Without another word, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was demanding, leaving no room for the doubts crowding your mind.
You let your legs loose so he can be standing between them, your hands found his shoulders once more. This time there was no fabric beneath your fingertips. Only his warm skin.
You could feel the heat of him beneath your touch. Tentatively, almost shyly, your hands slid higher, coming to rest behind his neck as you melted into his embrace.
The roughness of his beard tickled your skin, his tongue playing with yours and the sensation alone made your face burn.
His kiss deepened leaving you breathless. Each time he pulled away, it was only for a moment before he returned, stealing another one that felt even more overwhelming than the last.
By the time he finally drew back, your thoughts were a complete mess. You didn’t know why your eyes dropped for a brief second..
The moment your gaze wandered downward, realization struck. Your eyes snapped back to his face immediately seeing that little smirk of his.
Heat flooded your cheeks so fiercely it felt impossible to hide. Maekar was rock hard, leakn and flushed.. evidence of how long he’d been aching.
And somehow, under his watchful gaze, the embarrassment only grew worse inside you.
With your thoughts drifting elsewhere, you barely noticed him taking your arm. Only when he raised it toward his lips did you finally focus.
One kiss. Then another. And another.
Gentle.
Each one pressed against a scar you had spent years wishing would disappear.
“Such a brave thing,” he murmured softly “To survive all of this” His thumb brushed lightly across your skin “A strong woman”
The words hit harder than they should have. No one had ever called you brave before.
Difficult.. Stubborn.. Pretty envious, but never brave.
Your chest tightened painfully. Not from sadness. From something warmer. Something dangerously close to relief.
For years, every scar had been a reminder of failure, punishment, and shame.
Yet he looked at them without disgust. Without pity like they were proof that no one could break you.
And somehow, that felt far more overwhelming than any touch. A strange warmth settled in your chest.. Safe.
That was the only word you could think of.
Safe.
As though the constant knot of shame you carried had finally loosened, if only a little.
You can trust him, your head repeated it a lot.
Feeling his hand cupping your breast and your other stiffed nipple was clutched by his lips, that brought you back to the situation you were in.
Drool trickled against your skin what made you whimpering more.
“Yes, let me hear this pretty noises” he said before sucking again, his teeth grazing your skin this time “you want them full and round don’t you? Happy to help you, wife”
Only response with more excited moans, shifting his attention to the other nipple what made you nudged back a little, so you planted your hands behind you to keep your balance.
Swirling his tongue around it in circles made you jolt.
Maekar hands found your thighs, drawing you closer as he leaned in, pulling you right into him just to breathe out “we should fucking do it, Don’t you think? ”
He lined his neglected aching cock “it will hurt, can you bear it for a little?”
“I can, husban-.. ” you tried to avoid looking, but just the sensation painted the scene in your mind, and soon you actually began to feel the pain.
“Ah- Maekar.. “ his name slipped from your lips unconsciously while he wasn half the way through, that made him unstoppable and continued until he bottomed out.
Then he paused, giving you time to adjust.. you circled your arms around him, resting your head on his chest as you tried to get used to it with little breathy sighs.
He tried to be tender but the way your cunt fluttering and gripping him just brought him to the edge of control.
In fact tenderness wasn’t part of his nature and he is trying just for you, but his wildness and desire overpowered him.
Started to thrust slowly at first but just after moments he began to pump with a relentless, forceful rhythm “the table.. Sevens above forgive me”
You dragged your unstoppable whimpering lips over his chest with little open mouth kisses, You were hugging him while he drilled his cock inside you, wanting both the lust and the sweetness at once, as you drowned in his scent.
He was helpless against those sweet little acts of yours, Maekar stopped and pulled out, and you could only stare at him in confusion, but when he spoke, his tone was unfamiliar.. soft and comforting “need to do it properly for you”
He lifted you, his hands beneath your thighs, never breaking eye contact. You didn’t know where he was headed, your attention was fixed solely on him now, tracing every detail of his features.
Only then did you realize your destination was the bed. He carefully lowered you onto it, following you down until you were resting against the soft mattress, with him hovering above you, his eyes still fixed on yours.
With no words he lined himself again he waa the impatient one now, just wanting your walls to hug his shaft no matter what.
“Having such a sweet cunt, just like you” You had never imagined hearing words like these, and they only made your cheeks burn even brighter.
“Taking me so well, hmm- ” He spoke between his restless movements, no longer able to remain calm or composed “want a.. babe just as beautiful as you”
"Husband.. sto-ah-..” you wanted one like him not you but.. happiness mingled with your pleasure. Everything you had longed for was coming true with such ease that it left you slightly afraid.
“D- do you.. ah”
“Do you.. lov.. am I likable?” voice came out soft and hesitant, terrifying of what he might say. Maybe all of this had only been about fulfilling a need, not because he cared for you or genuinely wanted you.
Maekar held your gaze in silence, slight rage in them.. his pace grew increasingly hurried, the tip of his cock finds a sensitive spot deep inside you and he returned to it as hard as he can.
you squeeze your eyes shut, breaking eye contact, while curving his back with your nails as you lost yourself in the feeling.
“Stop doubting yourself.. ” He hissed angrily into your ear, his tone sharp and threatening.
His fingers traveled to the little bundle of nerves pulsing above his cock that was encircled by your dripping cunt.
His pace grows sloppy but his fingers never slowed down and your voice breaked suddenly into a high-pitched moan as it hit you again, feeling as though every nerve in your body had cracked all at once.
as you slowly came back down from that peak, you felt what he had begun to fill you with.. the seeds you wanted.
“Isn’t this what you want wife? To have my child? Huh?” He said with faint, exhausted voice as his hand rose to gently caress your stomach, you nodded tiredly and shamelessly fast and that what made something sparkled in him.
You believed it was over tonight and he would send you back to your chamber, but..
It wasn’t in your plan for him to fill you again this night, twice. and to plug your hole with his fingers felt like another level entirely.
“To make sure it takes, sweet wife” Whispering to your ear while your sweat-damp back rested against his equally soaked chest.
Your eyes could hardly stay open, you were certain that he had fallen asleep behind you from exhaustion as well. Your gaze drifted to your thumb, where you had always been absentmindedly picking at the skin, and you gently brought it to your lips, pressing a quiet kiss against it.
Since then, every night ended in your husband’s.. Maekar’s bed, while your chamber remained nearly abandoned.
You were sinking into the warmth of the blankets and fur utterly exhausted, the aftermath of everything still weighing heavily on your body.
Beads of sweat on your forehead, your eyes tired, but a faint smile softened your features the moment you saw your husband Maekar.
He had just stepped closer to your bedside after speaking with the master, his gaze settling quietly over you and the newborns twin beside you.
There was a long silence as he took in the scene.
“You think I can have more, husband?” you whispered playfully with the most innocent eyes in the world you can mange with your bone-tired situation.
Maekar let out small chuckle.
A small shift in his expression followed, something almost like warmth.. before he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead, hanging there for a little longer.
Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it!!!
little rushed toward the end, sorryy🫣
Always posting then straight to sleep it’s honestly hilarious 😭
