Gigi

MASTERLIST

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Akotsk

Aerion

Daeron

Valarr

Dunk

Lyonel

Kiera

Maekar

Baelor

Hotd

Aemond

Aegon

Helaena

Alicent

Gwayne

Criston

Addam

Alys

Rhaenyra

Baela

Careful what you wish for

Aerion x reader | part 2

CW: Aerion, modern au, based off movie Obsession, reader is kinda a loser, noncon kissing, Aerion is a f boy, hookup mention, ghosting mention, drugs mention, drinking, intimidation, cheating, probably more

You sat there twisting the piece of wood in your hands, lousy piece of shit. You were about to pull away from the mansion when there was a knock on your window. You jumped looking up through your window at the shadowed figure. The person leaned down, displaying Aerion in his full glory, his piercings catching the light coming from the house.

“Why the hell did you bring me here?” Aerion asks angrily, brows furrowed.

“What are you talking about? You told me to bring you home?”

“Yea, your home, not this place.”

“Why the hell would I take you to my place?”

You were glaring at each other. Aerion and you were no stranger to conflicts, having at least two arguments a day. You argued over any and everything. Still, Aerion never made you feel stupid, instead he made you feel like a worthy opponent. You didn't want to deal with this right now. You wanted to go home and dwell in your sadness over the fact he never would be yours. You looked back out the window but Aerion wasn't there anymore. Whatever, not my problem anymore. You turned the engine over and were about to pull out when the passenger door opened and the silver haired man claimed the seat. You looked at him aghast, he has always acted like a spoiled brat but tonight was something different. There's no use fighting him, he can sleep over tonight and be normal in the morning.

“Fine, you can stay over but you are going home in the morning.”

He huffed, a smirk on his face. Smug bastard. You hated that you liked him so much, if he wasn't so pretty, if he didn't argue with you like he always had something to prove to you, if he didn't look at everyone else as being beneath him but you as an equal somehow. How could you not fall for him? While you were busy thinking about your situation, you didn't notice Aerion’s eyes on you. He looked at you possessively, like a predator when it finds its prey. He was gnawing on his lips, giving you a once over. He reached over, placing his hand on your thigh, gripping hard. You swerved the car, surprised by his actions.

“Aerion! What the hell are you doing?”

He said nothing, keeping his eyes on you. You tried to pull his hand off of your thigh but he held on tight. He was still smirking at you as you were looking at him afraid.

“What?”

“Ge-get your hand off me, Aerion!”

You finally removed his hand but he kept that stupid smile on his face as he watched your reaction. You cowered away from him the best you could while still driving to your house. Thankfully you were pulling up not even five minutes later. You parked and jumped from your car before Aerion could say or do anything.

He followed closely behind you as you led him into your small apartment. As soon as you entered, you sped walked towards your kitchen, needing a drink to calm your nerves. It seems Aerion didn’t want to detach from you for a second as you scoot back from the fridge, your back hits his front. You jump away and turn to face him, your face feeling hot and your hands shaking. He was standing there with that same smirk, watching every movement and every breath you made. He took the bottle out of your hand and took a sip, his lip piercing clinking against the glass. You took a shaky breath, his eyes wouldn’t leave yours. He put a hand up beside your head against the fridge, and leaned forward. He claimed your mouth, a violent struggle as you attempted to step back and he followed until you were pushed against the fridge. He bit your lip forcing you to kiss him back. After a minute he stalled, and stepped away from you. You were gasping for air watching him. He was looking at you confused, like you had done something to him instead of the other way around.

“What the hell-?”

He held his hand up to his lips, feeling the blood from where he bit you on them. He looked at you confused, as you were standing far away from him, slightly shaking. It was like something switched in him, as a second later he was smirking again and licked the blood off his lips. He started to stalk towards you again when you ran past him, he tried to grab you, but you were able to slip away. You got into your room, slamming the door behind you. You heard him slam into it, laughing.

“C’mon doll, let me in. I know you want me as much as I want you.”

He was still knocking on the door. After a moment it ended, you could hear him on the other side as he sat on the floor outside the door. You open the door just a crack to look at him, he held his head in his hands.

“A-Aerion? Whats-whats going on with you?!”

He looked up at your scared face, a frown overtaking his features. He gave you his version of puppydog eyes, begging silently, for what you weren't sure.

“I-I don’t know. I feel like you're the only person who matters anymore, you care for me so much even when I’m such an asshole.”

You squatted down to be beside him in his crumpled form. You frowned at him, he might be an asshole but he’s your asshole at the end of the day. Whatever was going on with him was something that was destroying him. And if you were the only one who could help him, you wouldn't deny him that.

“C’mon Aerion, let's get you to bed. We can talk about this in the morning, ok?”

You smiled at him softly, he nodded at you, leaning over so his head rests on your shoulder. You sighed and ran a hand through his hair, before patting his head and moving to stand up. He looked up at you with clouded eyes. He slowly stood up to join you. You walked him into your room, you brought him to the bed, giving him a pair of sweatpants that looked like they would fit him. He began unbuckling his belt, moving to remove his ripped up leather pants. You threw the pants onto the bed before moving out of the room.

A moment later he steps back out, his white tank top still on with the plaid sweatpants you gave him. His tattoos look like dragon scales up and down his arms. He had taken off the rings, bracelets, and necklaces he wore. It’s weird seeing him without them, it feels like seeing him in a state of undress only preserved for a significant other. He looked at you almost basefully as he moved out of the room, saying something about it being ‘your turn’ to get changed.

You moved into the room, feeling his eyes on you. You were about to close the door but he leaned against the door frame, stopping any ideas of that. You glared at him, the two of you having a staring contest. He smiled at you, goading you into doing something. You turned your back to him, feeling his eyes on you as you took your shirt off.

“How was that date you had tonight?”

Hopefully reminding him would snap him out of whatever's going on with him. You looked over your shoulder at him as you pulled a sleep shirt over your head. He seemed to not hear you, keeping his eyes focused on your body. He let out a hum but it gave no information. You scoffed rolling your eyes, figures. He goes on these dates, gets laid, then ghosts the person right after. The typical fuckboy energy.

“You should stop doing that, you're hurting those people y'know?"

“Why? You're jealous it's not you?”

You whipped around to glare at him. He still has that shit eating smile on, if there was one thing Aerion loved, it was bothering you. You ignored him, moving to your drawers to grab sleep bottoms. It seems Aerion took that as his sign to move in and make himself at home. He laid down on your bed, one hand under the waistband of the sweats as his eyes tracked you, you tried to keep yourself busy to not be stopped in your tracks by how good he looks. After you brushed your teeth he joined you in the bathroom, grabbing the brush out of your hand as you were about to put it back. You sat there confused for a second before he put more toothpaste on it and stuck it into his mouth. You gasped, scandalized at his actions.

“What? Am I supposed to not brush my teeth?”

“Thats so gross, I have extras you could use.”

“I like yours more.”

You rolled your eyes at him, hoping he can’t feel the heat radiating off of you. You walked back into your room, grabbing a blanket and pillow, preparing to make camp on your couch. Aerion followed behind you with your toothbrush hanging from his mouth.

“What the hell are you doing?”

He grabbed your arm and pulled you back towards your bed. He kept brushing his teeth watching you as you looked at him confused. He finished, going back into the bathroom to spit out the residue. He then turned back to you and nodded at you,

“Get in the bed.”

“N-no aerion, you're my guest. You take the bed and I'll sleep on the couch.”

His eyebrows pinched together in confusion. “Why the hell would you do that? Just sleep with me.”

He threw his body down onto your bed, making the wood cry out and springs screech. It was too small for both of you to sleep comfortably, but after the night you’ve had you don’t care. Everything will be normal in the morning, right?

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Careful what you wish for

Daeron x reader | part 2

CW: modern au, based off movie obsession, reader is lowkey bad person, cheating, nudity, drinking, drugs, abuse, un consensual kissing, probably more I’m forgetting

As you were about to pull out of the driveway you noticed he hadn't gone inside, this had happened before but back then you knew it was because of his dad that he was hesitant. Today there wasn’t that same reason as his dad was on a business trip. Daeron stood on the porch shadowed by the overhead light, you couldn’t tell if he was facing his door or you. After a moment he walked back to your car and leaned down to look through the window.

“You should come in, just for a night cap at least.”

“You know how your dad feels about strangers in his house Daeron, I’m not getting scolded for you.”

He pouted, and walked around the car to your side. He opened the door and squated down, looking up at you. His hair was greasy and his face looked unwashed, he wore the same hoodie everyday including today paired with loose fitting jeans and beat up sneakers. If his dad saw him he would say the boy looks homeless, but to you he looked like the entire world.

“Daeron, you know I can’t. I need to get home.”

You wanted nothing more than to stay. To see how he goes through the motions of finishing his day. To learn everything about him. But today was not the time for that. Daeron looked down at the ground , you could see tears forming in his eyes. Before you could ask he offered,

“It’s just that…my dad started hitting me again. I don’t-I don’t wanna be in that house, I’m just reminded of him right now. Please take me to your place instead.”

Daeron knew you too well, you instantly folded, nodding your head vigorously. A bright smile crossed his face as he ran to the other side of the car and got back in the passenger seat. He sighed leaning back into the seat, you could feel his eyes on the side of your face and when you turned to look he offered you another smile.

“Are you feeling alright? You’re acting kinda weird Daeron.”

He tensed for a moment, looking forward to the road. You could see the gears turning in his head but before you could say anything he told you, “yea, I think I’m just a little fucked up.”

“Did-did the girl you're seeing give you something?”

Your grip was turning white on the steering wheel. You didn’t like to think about her, she’s pretty and nice and is everything he deserved. But you couldn’t help being jealous and wanting him for yourself. You kept your eyes on the road ignoring him as he was watching you again. He was leaning back in his seat, staring at you.

“Who?”

You finally turned to look at him, your eyebrows creasing up in a pinch.

“What do you mean who, the one who’s apartment I just picked you up from.”

He used to be a big partier, every day in someone else’s bed off something you’ve never heard of. He’s gotten a little better recently, something about his dreams not hurting him anymore. He had been in and out of rehabs and retreats since he was 15, his dad doing anything he could think of to ‘fix’ his son. A sadistic part of you thought you were the reason he changed, but the logical part knew that it wasn’t. Maybe his girlfriend had helped, maybe he finally got proper support, you weren’t sure. He never told you.

“Yea, yea. She probably gave me some faulty shit I don't know. Or my dealer did. How far is your place?”

You went quiet, looking at him through the corner of your eye as he watched your expression. He was searching for something, you weren’t sure what. After a moment he took his pen out of his hoodie pocket and took a hit. He handed you the pen, you only ever used it while in his presence. You don’t care about getting high or anything else that comes with the pen. Just putting your lips where his were.

“We’re almost there. You should take a shower when we get there, it might help you sober up.”

He nodded, you don’t think he was fully listening to you. You pulled up outside the apartment building you stayed at, a shitty place but it was enough to let you live. Daeron jumped out of the car, running around to the other side to open your door for you. You laughed at him as he grabbed your arm pulling you inside. He pulled you up the stairs until you got in front of your door. You unlocked it quickly, he turned to you and pulled you through the door with his hands on your hips. You blushed, fighting the embarresment. He’s just high, don’t think anything of it.

“It smells like you.”

You watched as Daeron took in your small accommodations. There wasn’t anything to marvel at truly but he still did so anyways. He had never been to your apartment before, barely ever even been on this side of town before. You grabbed a towel out of your closet and handed it to him.

“Here, showers in the room attached to the bedroom. Let me know if you need anything. You can have the bed, I’ll stay on the couch.”

His head snapped up at that, he had been studying the towel you gave him. His eyebrows pulled together, a look of confusion. Then seemingly snapping out of it he nodded and walked to the bathroom. You plopped down onto the couch, your sleeping arrangement for the night. Thankfully it wasn’t too hard and could be comfortable if you angled yourself right. After a moment thinking about how you’d sleep, the door to your room opened. You turned and found Daeron soaking wet with the towel you gave him around his waist. You blushed as he locked eyes with you, a soft unguarded look you barely ever saw from him.

“Can I borrow some sweat pants?”

He asked after a moment of hesitation from both of you. You shot up, quickly moving to your room having to slide past him, a little too close, almost touching. You ran over to your drawers pulling out a pair that looked like they would fit him. You threw it at him getting ready to step out again when he let go of the towel. You yelped and turned around, he put the pants on and began making his way towards you. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, crushing you effectively against his front.

“Sleep with me?”

“WHAT??”

You jumped away from him, turning to see him again and not leave yourself exposed. He tilted his head, similar to a dog when it doesn’t understand something. Before offering up his explanation.

“My dreams, they’ve been getting worse. If I’m alone I’ll just stare at the ceiling and get no sleep.”

“Oh, o-ok sure”

You nodded hesitantly before moving to grab your own sleep clothes. Pulling out a loose shirt and sweatpants you went to the bathroom and changed. His clothes were bunched up on the floor, with them you saw a small box. You moved over and grabbed it, opening it slowly you found a beautiful pair of diamond earrings held inside. You gasped, these have to be for what’s-her-name, lucky. You put the box back where it was, a pit of despair and spite opened in your stomach. You finished getting changed, washed your face and brushed your teeth. With your hands on the counter you sighed, hanging your head down. What is going on with him? After a moment there was a knock on the bathroom door, you jumped before opening it slowly. Daeron stood on the other side watching you. His face was bank like there was nothing going on behind his eyes, once he saw you though a brilliant smile took him as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the bed.

You sat on the side of the bed as he got under the covers, he looked at you still sitting there. Your bed wasn’t massive, it was good enough to fit you and that was fine. Now with another person in it it was far too small for the both of you. You laid down with a blanket over you, not joining him under the covers. The two of you were laying face to face, incredibly close together. Daeron wouldn’t stop looking in your eyes, suddenly he leaned forward and claimed your lips. You jumped back in surprise sitting up.

“Wha-what the hell are you doing?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You just-you looked so pretty. I couldn’t help it.”

“You-don’t you have that girl that you're seeing?”

Your question falls flat, he makes that shows his confusion again before he joins you sitting up. He leaned forwards again, kissing you. You tried to move away but he kept getting closer until he had you laying down underneath him. You gasped looking up at him. He looked at you shocked before scrambling off of you.

“W-what the fuck was that? You kissed me!”

“I don’t know! I’m so sorry! I-let’s just go to bed please.”

“Daeron, you're freaking me out.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just-its a hard comedown from that shit. Please don’t leave. Please sleep with me tonight.”

He looked so sad, tears forming in his eyes waiting for your reaction. You were shaking slightly, nervous about what his next action would be. You gave a small nod before turning over and lying down on your side, as far away as you could be from him while still lying on the bed. You could feel his eyes still on you as he got himself back to bed.

What the hell is going on?

Careful what you wish for

Your choice (Aerion/Daeron/Valarr) x reader

You’ve always loved him ever since you met him. Even while he’s in a relationship or only treats you like a friend, the feeling wouldn’t leave you. Your coworker gave you a gift from the Lord of Light that would change your life forever.

Cw: modern au, based off movie obsession (2026), lowkey mischaracterization, egg tries to place match maker, Dunk is a sweet heart, cheating, Rafe is alive (and gay), multipart series, drinking mentioned, reader is lowkey a bad person, prolly missing some

“I think about you all the time, even when I try not to. You're in every song I listen to. You were the only person that was nice to me when I moved here. And at first I thought maybe you...Well, I realized who you are. And then after Nana passed, you were the one that called. Even when I didn't have anything to say and we just sat there. So I keep telling myself, don't tell him, she's too good. And he'll...You'll lose him. But maybe you should know...That I would choose you over everything.”

“EW! No, stop. Okay, that was cringy.”

“I think it was sweet!”

You were in a diner, sitting with your closest friends Dunk and Rafe. The three of you had been friends ever since you first moved to King’s Landing. You had moved here for a job opportunity, The two of them lived in the apartment across from you. Unfortunately the job fell through, and you were forced to move into an even smaller apartment in a different building. You all stayed friends through it all, with them being the closest friends you had in the city. Rafe was an artist but had a job as a bartender at night to keep income coming in. Dunk was the local elementary school's PE coach.

The two of them have heard this speech over and over, slightly tweaked each time. It was directed at the family member of one of Dunk’s students. You had met them in passing in a coffee shop, the two of you grabbing each other's drinks by accident leading to a longer conversation. You assumed it would be a passing conversation with a very attractive person. You later learned while watching Dunk’s kids soccer team, that the man you met was related to one of Dunk’s kids and the man came over to you and greeted you again. The two of you sat together on the sidelines discussing any and everything. You kept meeting at these games for a few months, you had given him your number in case of an emergency and definitely not because you wanted him to take you on a date. One day he wasn't able to pick up his brother/cousin Aegon, who Dunk called Egg. It was the first time he called you, asking you to pick the boy up after practice and bring him back to their home. When you pulled into the massive home, he was waiting for you at the front door. Ushering the boy in, he came down to your car and thanked you face to face. Ever since then, you knew that you were done for, you would do anything he wanted.

Now you were here, in a shitty diner in Flea Bottom, talking to your best friends about this hopelessness that would definitely leave you nowhere good. You groaned, leaning forward till your head hit the table. Dunk was sympathetic to your plight, reminding him of how he was before he got with his now girlfriend Tanselle. Rafe hated it, she thought the man you were in love with was a weirdo. She also seemed to not like men in general to be fair though.

“I don’t get what you see in this guy, he’s just a rich guy with too much time on his hands.” Rafe said, picking up one of the fries from Dunk’s plate and dipping it into your milkshake you haven’t touched.

“Dude, you gotta be less...Way less sappy, okay?”

While they were giving you advice on how to handle the situation, your phone rang showing the face of the man who was causing this problem. You quickly stood, walking away from your group, picking up the call. When you did, it sounded like he was walking down the stairs, an anger in his voice you hadn’t heard ever. He was saying something, complaining about the girl he was seeing. It seemed they had another fight and who else would he come to for advice but you. He was ranting about something that you didn’t really care to listen to. What you did hear was him asking for you to come get him, he had drunk too much and wasn’t able to drive himself home. You practically ran to your car, ready to get to him.

You pulled up outside of the address he gave you, he stood there on the side of the road. Seeing your car pull up, a relaxed expression crossed his face. You pulled over in front of him, unlocking the car letting him take the passenger seat. Once he was in the car he let out a massive sigh he was holding, melting back into the seat. You quickly pulled away from the building, not wanting the girl he was seeing to come out and accuse you two of something, even if you wished that was happening between you two.

“Egg said that you had something to tell me.”

“W-what?”

“That coach of his is your friend right? He told Egg you had something you wanted to talk about.”

Damn you Dunk.

“Uh it-it’s just that coffee shop! The one we met at! They’re getting rid of that seasonal drink you like, I saw today when I went in.”

He looked confused for a second, looking at you questionably. “That’s what you wanted to tell me?”

“Yes”

“Alright, guess I’ll have to try something else then”

You sighed, happy for the moment to be over. Pulling up to his extravagant house, you stopped in front of the front door. He turned to you one last time, searching your face.

“There’s nothing else you want to tell me?”

You shake your head, staring straight ahead so that he wouldn’t see how upset you were with yourself. He shrugged, opening the door to the car and stepped out. Leaning down through the window he smiled at you, the sight you’ve loved for so long now.

“Goodnight. Get home safe. Thanks for picking me up, see you.”

And with that he was gone, walking towards the front door to his house. You groaned, digging the palms of your hands into your eyes. You pulled your backpack from the back seat of your car. Holding it in your lap you searched through it looking for something. Your hand wrapped around the long pyramid like tube, you pulled it out of your bag. A coworker had given it to you, he was a follower of the Lord of Light, apparently this little box held a gift from that God. Your coworker explained that the box held an object that would grant you any wish. You opened one side of the box, slipping the wooden object into your hand. You twirled it between your fingers. Every religion said that their God was the one true God, this was probably no different. A little artifact to make the followers feel better about what they believed in.

“I wish he loved me more than anyone in the fucking world.” You broke the stick, unknowingly changing the trajectory of your life forever.

The cool toned prince and his warm bride |

Valarr x reader

Your husband has always been a stickler for the rules, never wanting to cause more grief than necessary. You were the opposite and enjoyed pushing boundaries. One night you have your husband push himself and join you in swimming in Blackwater Bay.

You were known throughout the keep as a trouble maker. Even before Valarr and you had married, many knew that you would be his polar opposite for life. He was calm and collected even when goaded by his cousins or brother. You, on the other hand, were fiery and hot, always ready to pick a fight or argue over anything. Some said you were more dragon than your husband, but with a quick glare they would back down and retract their words. You two were a perfect pair, with you ready to defend Valarr at the slighted critic and him ready to smooth you afterwards.

You often would sneak out of the keep to see more of King’s Landing. Sometimes you brought a guard with you, both of you in plain clothes to fit in. If there was a festival or celebration to be held, you would find your way to it. And today the people of Flea Bottom were celebrating the name day of Baelor the Blessed, a widely celebrated day across the lands as he had been so generous with the royal vaults. The people would celebrate him and call for blessing from the Sept and from the Gods themselves.

You had begged Valarr to come down and celebrate his relative, saying it would show the strength between the crown and the realm. You're sure he would have joined you if his father hadn’t called him away for a council meeting at the last moment. You spent the rest of the day in your chambers, sulking over the missed opportunity that wouldn’t come again til next year. You laid in bed in just your night shift, scheming, when the door to the room opened. You turned, looking over your shoulder still laying on your stomach in bed. In walks Prince Daeron, your husband's cousin. You and Daeron have been drinking buddies since your betrothal announcement and your subsequent relocation to the Red Keep. The sight of the boy made you light up, hopping off the bed to reach him with a hug. He laughed and held you back.

“Good cousin! I’m so happy to see you! When I heard you would not be joining us for the festivities I was quite worried.”

Daeron had gotten into the habit of calling you cousin, worried that people would think he was being too close to his cousin’s wife. While it wasn’t uncommon for Targaryens to marry family, Daeron and Valarr did what little they could to ensure people did not assume that of you. You smiled at Daeron, letting out a small sad sigh before saying,

“My dear husband was to take me but was pulled away by his duties right before we departed. I couldn’t imagine seeing everything without him.”

Daeron knew you too well to fall for that. Valarr could lock you up in the hand’s tower and you would still find a way to get to the celebration. Daeron sighed, playing the role of unwilling chaperone for one second before smiling again.

“Well we can’t have that. Get dressed, I will take you to see only the finest of what kings landing has to offer!”

You both knew that was a lie. You were gonna get piss drunk in some shoddy little inn then stumble about back home or into the arms of a guard to take you two home. You giggled at him as he turned and stole some of the wine you had sitting out for Valarr when he came back from his duties. You quickly threw on a dress you had gotten for these visits, a rough spun one that did well to hide you in the crowd. It was a dark brown, barely reaching the floor to make sure no mud would get on it. You tugged on a pair of boots as well, thick ones to protect yourself from anyone drunkenly stepping on your toes. Finally you chose a cloak, enough to cover yourself and just be seen as a stranger passing through. Daeron was dressed similarly in clothes that would not catch attention. It had become a sort of uniform for the two of you on these night time outings.

Daeron knew the way to leave the castle without being caught or spotted by many servants. A few guards still saw you leave, a way of letting your husband know you weren’t being kidnapped and were instead left in fine health. The two of you walked arm and arm, passing a flask that Daeron kept on him between you two. The two of you were thoroughly tipsy by the time you arrived at any of the actual festivities. There were puppet shows and sword swallowers, market stalls and whores selling themselves. Everywhere you turned were dragon banners and seven pointed stars, and drunkards who cared little about you and more about getting their next drink. You and Daeron would be joining them soon.

You found a small tavern, one neither of you had been to before. You found a small table near the wall sitting close together as the room filled up quickly. You sat practically shoulder to shoulder, breathing in the same air, trying to stay away from the drunk men surrounding you. You and Daeron had shed the cloaks you wore, not caring who noticed you as very little people would be looking for the future queen and a prince of the realm. And even if someone did recognize you, most of the citizens of Flea Bottom knew of Daeron’s love for wine and ale, and would assume he dragged his cousin's wife to join him rather than you joining on your own.

The two of you had already gone through one whole bottle of wine and four cups of ale each your own. You could never keep up with Daeron’s drinking, you were already much more drunk than he was. You were singing along to some song that a cobbler and blacksmith started. You got maybe every fifth word right, the rest coming out as a slurred mess. Daeron laughed watching as you stood on shaky legs, moving to join other singers in a sort of dance that only a bunch of drunks could manage.

During all of this no one noticed a white cloak enter the tavern, scanning the room looking for something or someone. The man turned back around and said something to another person outside of the tavern. Another kings guard entered the tavern with a figure standing between him and the first man. The new figure flipped the hood of his cape off of their head, revealing the heir to the throne and your husband, Valarr. The room went quiet except for you who kept singing even with no backing vocals. You twirled around, almost falling over, as you turned to see what caused the disturbance. You gasped, a happy noise, before trying to run to your husband. Your skirt got caught for a second making you stumble, almost falling, before you were able to shakily get to him.

“Husband! I missed you!”

You shouted, making everyone in the room wince. Valarr opened his arms for you to fall into, you did so happily giggling and telling him about the adventure you had been on. He held your waist, watching you with a fond smile. Daeron watched the two of you, hiding in the shadows, hoping that Valarr wouldn’t notice him and he could continue drinking for the night. Unfortunately for him, Valarr always knew that when his wife was drinking, his cousin wasn’t far behind. Valarr found him easily in the crowd and called out,

“Come cousin, let us return to the castle. We wouldn’t want your father to form a search party for you.”

Daeron flinched, feeling eyes all across the room turn towards him. He stood and joined the small party who would return to the castle together. As all of you turned to leave, Valarr pulled out three gold dragons, paying the two of yours tab and giving the rest to the people of the tavern.

“I thank you for celebrating the past king Baelor the blessed. In honor of him, everyone’s drinks will be paid by the crown tonight.”

Cheers went up across the room, calls of good health and a long reign to Valarr and his father. Some wishing blessing of the seven on him, others showing love to the dragon house. Valarr hoped that his little stunt would help cover up anything you and Daeron might have done to cause damage to the name of the crown. Valarr held onto you as the two of you stumbled your way towards the castle, your foot catching on a loose cobblestone, almost falling before Valarr held you up. Anyone walking by could see that Valarr was in love, he looked at you in a way that many of the people of Flea Bottom had never seen. Somewhere along the walk you had gasped and pulled Valarr towards the docks, wishing to see Blackwater Bay at night. He of course couldn’t say no to his lovely wife, allowing you to pull him. Valarr had told one of the kings guard’s to follow the two of you as the other escorted Daeron to the keep.

Valarr let you pull him into the night, towards the docks that wouldn’t have anyone at them at this time. These docks were specifically only for trade going to and from the castle, no random person would be here, And with the celebration going on, no servant or guard either.

You sit on the stairs into the docks, you start untying your boots then slipping them off. You took off your cloak next, folding it and placing it onto the dock. Your next move is to begin unlacing the rough spun dress, but Valarr quickly grabbed your hands stopping you.

“W-what are you doing?!”

“Relax! It’s only us out here anyways!”

“We are not alone! Did you forget about the white cloak with us?!”

You looked around Valarr at said white cloak, the man seemed embarrassed to even be acknowledged. He was blushing, turned slightly away from the two of you.

“Good Ser! Would you do me a favor and turn your back to us?”

The man nodded and turned around with no protest. Valarr gapped at you, you truly did not care of what people will say about you for this action. You then continued slipping off your clothes. In just your shift you turn to your husband and slip your hands under his overcoat. He blushed, turning to look at the man standing behind you two again. The kings guard had done as you said and kept his back to you. Valarr stalled a little, turning back to you with worry in his eyes.

“My love please, this isn’t smart.”

He held your wrists, not tight enough to truly stop you, just tight enough to remind you of his presence. You pouted looking up at him. You raised yourself onto your toes and brought your lips to his. He kissed you back, his body relaxing at the familiar feeling of you and your mouth. You deeped the kiss, gripping harshly to his shirt and pulling it up until it was untucked from his pants. You kept pulling til you got it all the way over his head. He held onto your waist as you bit his lip and pulled away from him with a smirk.

“Come, let’s swim.”

“Swim? We have not brought anything to swim in, beloved”

You began walking towards the water's edge, and slowly slipped the straps of your shift from your shoulders. You looked behind you at Valarr again as the dress fully slipped off of you. His breath caught in his throat. No matter how many times he saw you bare it took his breath away everytime. You turn fully around and reached for him, your hands meeting the top of his pants. You undid the lacing of them as you began scooting them down all the while keeping him distracted watching you instead of what your hands were doing. Once you got them down his thighs he helped you and took them off the rest of the way. He then kicked off his boots. You laughed and ran from him, going back to the water. He chased after you, a wide smile splitting his face. Once you were at mid thigh height water he caught up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He picked you up and twirled the two of you around. You let out a shriek of joy, wrapping your arms around his head. He looked up at you like you hung the stars in the sky, and if anyone asked him, he would say you had.

He let you down so your feet were on the ground again, you grabbed onto one of his hands and ran further into water. Valarr followed happily, he’d follow you to his death if it meant you’d smile like that at him. You were deeper now, up to your waist in the water. Valarr scooped you up into his arms in a princess carry, running the two of you further in the water. After a moment, he turned facing the shore again and fell back into the water, getting both of you soaked. You were laughing loudly, holding onto his neck. You kissed him again, a soft fleeting thing. You basked in each other's presence, enjoying the nearness. Here you weren’t a future king and queen, here you were just a husband and wife. You leaned back, letting your body float on the surface of the water. Valarr watched you, watching as your hair reached the water, how your arms moved slightly to keep yourself afloat. He turned to look at the shore again, seeing the king’s guard who was still turned away from you two, his two lives displayed before him. His life filled with love and happiness with his wife, one where his greatest concern would be ensuring she smiled everyday. And the other life, the one of duty, stood on the shore. He was to be the future king of the realm, kings couldn’t worry about their wives in the way he did. The thought brought a sad pit into his stomach, one he knew would never go away.

“My love, we should return to the keep, we’ll catch a cold staging out here much longer.”

Valarr wanted nothing more than to stay here forever, to watch as the water took in your form. How you bared yourself fully to him, unworried about what others would think, only worried about your sweet husband seeing you as you are. You let out a sigh and stood to face him, he smiled sadly before leaning forward to kiss you again. You turned back to the shore and began making your way in, Valarr could see the tiredness seep into your skin. After a moment, when you were further into the shore, Valarr pulled you back via your arm, pulling you into him. He kissed you again, starting soft before claiming more and more of you. You took one of his hands off your waist and pressed it to your stomach, right above your womb.

“My king, I want to give you an heir.”

He shuddered, looking down at his hand. He surged forward claiming your lips again before pulling away one more time.

“Let us return to the Keep and I will give you it.”

He leaned down, wrapping his arms around your thighs and picking you up. You wrapped your legs around him and your arms around his head as he carried you out of the water to return home, to get you back into the bed you two shared and make you a mother.

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Falling for a stranger, good gracious | MDNI

Aerion x male reader

Cw: too much plot, smut, bottom reader, top Aerion, unprotected and unprepared sex, brothels, whores, Aerion in general, wine, anal, feminine reader, hard sex, probably others that I’m forgetting

Aerion was a regular at the top brothel in the area surrounding Summerhall. When they get a some visiting whores from the Reach, Aerion wants to be the one to break them in, no matter who they are.

It wasn’t often that whores are moved around, but when the Tyrells are welcomed into Summerhall, it's only natural that their son would bring his favorite play things. You had been a serving boy in the brothel, walking around filling up people's cups and collecting coin from customers while caring for some of the girls in between jobs. You grew up with one of the girls, Elyn Flowers, she’s the bastard of some lesser Reach lord with a whore in another home. You were a bastard as well, but knew nothing of who your family was as you grew up in an orphanage. Elyn was the closest thing you had to a sister with her even practicing outfits, makeup, and hair styles on you before she did herself at times. Because of that you kept your hair long enough for her to style. You two had always shared everything, so it made sense for you to share even when she was going to a new job like this.

The two of you were sitting on the back of a wagon heading towards the new job for her. The heir to Highgarden seemed to enjoy her quite well, so it makes sense that she would be called to follow along, even if it displeased his wife. The travel was rough and disgusting, but whores don’t get accommodations that lords and ladies do, so neither of you argued.

Eventually, you arrived in Summerhall. There were well taken care of brothels nearby the castle. The Tyrell boy had arranged for one to take the two of you in, far before you even left the Reach. When you arrived at the house you were surprised at how different it was compared to the whore houses of the Reach. The owner of the brothel had greeted you both, leading you to a private room that would only be used by Elyn while you were in Summerhall. It wasn’t glorious in any way but it was enough to show respect to a visiting lord and the woman he brought with him. You set up some of Elyn’s toiletries that she always needed before servicing anyone. You weren’t sure when the heir would be here so it was a safer bet to go ahead and get clean. You bathed first, ridding yourself of any mud or dust from the road. You washed your long hair as well, after you finished you used some of Elyn’s products. The lord had gifted her fine lotions and oils to use and she never worried about him being upset with you wearing them as well. The two of you were a pair anyways, only better that you smell alike as well. The lord even started gifting larger quantities or even two of certain objects knowing that the both of you would be using them.

You helped Elyn bathe, scrubbing her body til it was a slight pink. While drying her off you applied the oil all across her body, neither of you shied away from each other when nude, there was no point to. After being fully oiled, Elyn pulled two matching pink, silk dresses from her trunk, they were flowy and made of a soft silk and were rather sheer on all parts but the upper skirt, keeping something to be desired. It fastened at the neck with a window to view the breast as they were pushed together by the tight top. The dress also showed off the tops of the shoulders before flowing down into sleeves that were so sheer there was practically nothing there at all. The skirt was split into a front and a back, the sides having long slits all the way to the upper thigh. You helped Elyn put on her dress and she helped you put on its twin. Then you sat her in front of a mirror as you began to style her hair. The Tyrell man liked her hair loose, wanting something to grab on. You moved some of the front strands away from her face, tying them behind her head. Showcasing her beauty while keeping his desires in mind. You then began doing her makeup, Elyn had a slightly freckled face but was still very pale. Her brown hair matched the freckles in shade, you think it made her even prettier, but the men in the Reach had different ideas of beauty. You used a product from the lord to cover her freckles, making her look like a plain fair skinned girl. You then used a light rouge, bringing color back to her cheeks and lips. Her eyes were a brilliant green that made many of the men who visited the shore house stop and try to buy her as well. But being a lord's favorite, she was too expensive for most knights or lay people. After completing her ritual to begin any working day, the two of you joined the rest of the house.

Elyn linked her arm with yours, pulling you along to the room that housed the master of the house so that she could announce that she was open for business. On the walk you saw many knights and richer men lying about, some drinking, some eating, some being serviced and others sitting talking to each other. It was barely mid day. Why were there so many high ranking people doing nothing? Elyn tugged on your arm, dragging your attention back to her.

“Do you think we’ll meet one of the princes? I’ve heard one of them is a quite well known enjoyer of the pleasure houses.”

You snorted, before looking around the room again for the sight of any silver or silver adjacent hair.

“Even if we did, you know your lord doesn’t like to share.”

Elyn pouted, glaring up at you for a moment. The man who owned the building had found you two, he gave a wide smile and crushed you in a hug.

“My boy, you look pretty enough in that get up to be sold alongside your sister!”

You chuckled, it wasn’t the first time that someone has made a comment about how you should offer services as well. Many men have even grabbed you while you were filling cups to try and cop a feel of your cunt, unfortunately for them there was no cunt there to grasp. When they felt your manhood they would push you away and angrily continue whatever they were doing before. And while you knew some men preferred other men they had never come to you to fill such a request, so you just kept filling drinks and delivering food during the busy hours.

The owner allowed Elyn to run off back to her room, saying that he heard that the Tyrell boy would be here soon and was bringing quite a large posse with him. You were shown where the kitchen and cellar were so you could do your job more effectively. You filled a basin with a nicer wine, one you knew the heir liked already, before heading back to join Elyn. When you entered the room, only a thin piece of fabric separating it from the rest of the house, you found the heir already laid out of the bed. Elyn was sitting on his lap, slowly rotating her hips back and front the up and down on him as he ranted about something or other that didn’t matter to the two of you. He used Elyn as a stress reliever for any stress he had. He noticed you enter the room as you poured his wine for him.

“Ah! (Y/N)! I’m happy to see you joined us! I was worried that you would be left behind at Highgarden!”

You smiled at the lord, “of course my lord, you know only Elyn and I are capable of caring for you.”

You brought him the chalice, filled with a sweet arbor red. He drank from it greedily before saying to you two,

“I have met the princes in Summerhall, they are quite interesting. I will try to bring them by later, maybe one will catch your fancy, my boy!”

Lord Tyrell had been coming to Elyn for quite awhile, hence why he knew about your past lover. A sweet boy who was a blacksmith near the brothel. He was tanned and muscular, with dark hair and brown eyes. Entirely plain by most people’s standards, but not yours. To you he was the face of beauty itself. Many nights the two of you spent alone, exploring each other's bodies. When he was commissioned by a lesser lord to make a helm, the man had accused him of stealing important steel from him. Your lover was sent to the Night's Watch to never be seen again. You were broken afterwards, a husk of who you once were before the incident. Lord Tyrell had noticed the difference and had listened as you and Elyn had told him about The whole ordeal, unfortunately once a man had joined the Night's Watch he could never leave so his hands were tied. Lord Tyrell had tried cheering you up by bringing any and all men he knew who had a shine towards the same sex to you, but they could never replace your love.

You smiled softly at the lord, thanking him for thinking of you before reminding him you were both here to support him and Elyn had missed him quite a lot. That snapped him back into action as he took control and flipped Elyn over so she lay on the bed with him on top. You took that as your sign to step out of the room, grabbing a pitcher with a cheaper wine given to lesser men and made your way around filling up cups. Your trip to Summerhall had tired you out and all you wanted to do was lay down and go to sleep.

It seems the Seven were not on your side tonight as after going around the room thrice, a large commotion was heard from outside. You looked out the window and saw multiple guards surrounding a figure who was making their way into the pleasure house. A rich man coming from the castle it seemed, maybe that Prince Elyn was telling you about. You ignored it for now, as it would surely bring trouble worrying about some rich boy while working. You filled the basin up again, moving to refill cups and pick up empty platters when the room went quiet with a deadly stillness. No one moved or even breathed it seemed. You looked over your shoulder to see what was causing the change in the people. A man stood in the doorway with short silver hair wearing an all black outfit with trimmings of red and dragons embroidered onto it. A prince. You weren’t sure which one though, there were quite a few. The man had guards on either side of him, blocking anyone from even thinking of attacking, if the sword on his belt and his status wasn’t enough of a deterrent. He looked around the room once before locking eyes with you, you blushed and looked down at the table you were clearing, your hands shaking. The prince walked further into the room, grabbing you by the upper arm making you drop the plates onto the table as he dragged you into another room. This room was one of the only ones with an actual door, it seemed it was specifically made for royalty as the room was the most lavishly decorated with murals of dragons being presented on the walls. The prince sat on the end of the bed, you moved to a table across the room and poured him a glass of wine. Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Why would the prince drag you in here? Would he kill you for being a boy instead of a woman? You weren’t a whore you didn’t know how to please him even if he let you! You brought him the cup and stood in front of him, terrified of what was going to happen.

“Are you a new one? Don’t even know how to begin?”

He scoffed at you, drinking down the wine quickly before presenting the cup for you to fill again. You did just that before returning to standing in front of him.

“I’m not a whore your grace, I’m just a server.”

You wanted to say serving boy but no need to get yourself killed so soon. He looked at you, sipping his wine before leaning back on the bed propped up by his elbows watching you.

“Strip.”

Your eyes widened, there was no way to hide what you are if you shed the thin protection you do have.

“Your grace, I’d be happy to find you a better woman, one who knows how to ple-”

“I said strip, or do they not teach you to listen in whatever hole you crawled out of.”

You took a shaky breath before moving your hands to the clasp around your neck, you undid it, loosening the whole top part of the dress. Next, you slid the sleeves down, trying to hide your chest to the best of your ability using the fabric bunching up. Once you got to the skirt there was no saving your modesty. You dropped it unceremoniously letting your manhood be shown to the prince sitting before you. You could see the shock on his face for a second at the sight, he’s surely going to kill me now, you thought, watching as he unbuckled the belt holding his sword to his hips.

“Now, strip me”

You choked on your spit for a second, wide eyes searching his. You moved slowly towards the bed as if approaching a sleeping bear, one wrong move and you’d lose what little you had left of a life. He stalked you with his eyes, watching as you crouched to the floor to remove his boots, then moved a hand up his leg to the front of his trousers unlacing them in a soft way he’d never felt before. He watched you, shaky breaths leaving his lungs as you slipped your hands under his shirt and pulled it over his head. The two of you face to face for a moment. You blushed, your skin feeling hot as you slipped backwards, pulling the pants he wore all the way off before standing again, hands clasped in front of your cock hiding it from the prince. He finished the wine in his cup, holding it out for you to refill, something you do quick and easy as it felt natural to you at this point. He sat up, watching your movements as you did what you were told, you were a good listener at least.

“You are quite pretty for a serving boy”

You blushed, curling in on yourself a tad trying to shy away from the prince.

“T-thank you, your grace. My sister is a worker brought here by the Tyrells, I joined her to care for her for the few days we’re here.”

You kept your head down, staring at the floor. Maybe he would let you go, maybe he would just humiliate you and leave without taking your life or your cock. Maybe you’d be alright.

“Did she never teach you how to please a man?”

He broke you out of your trance, looking up at him you shake your head no. There wasn’t a reason to, she was the money maker and you cared for the home and her, it was an easy arrangement. The prince motioned you closer and grabbed your arm pulling you down into him. You fell onto his chest, scrambling to get up and away from the royal. He held you before moving his hand down to your leg bringing your knee up beside his hips. You sat up, gasping for air sitting on his lap, the same position that Elyn had been on when on top of lord Tyrell. You blushed attempting to get up again when the prince spoke up,

“Ride me while I finish my wine.”

You gasped, staring at his face as you watched his eyes track you. He was serious, and going against a prince's orders surely meant death. You pushed up on your knees, taking his cock in your hand. You heard a his from him at the coolness of your hand. You positioned him at your entrance, this is gonna hurt, you thought to yourself as you started to push him in. You and your lover had done something similar before but you had mouthed at his cock for almost an hour, you two had never gotten to this point before. He was always worried about it being too painful for you to withstand. You gasped as his tip broke through your hole, the pain shooting up throughout your body. You hung your head for a moment trying to catch your breath. The prince rolled his eyes before finishing his wine in one swig, he threw the cup somewhere and placed both hands on the sides of your hips. He pushed you down hard and fast, not caring about any pain you felt. You gagged for a second, unable to breath at the feeling of him being so deep inside you. He watched you for a second before his hand left your hip, it went into the air and came down harsh on your ass.

“Move already”

You gasped, before slowly raising yourself up on your knees, him almost falling out of you before you slammed yourself back down on his lap. His head was thrown back as he had a vicious smile on his face. You did this a few more times, starting to speed up, starting to find your own pleasure in it. The prince grew tired after a moment. He grabbed you by the arms and threw you off of him, having you lay chest down on the bed. You went to sit up, move at all, when you felt his hands on your hips. He pulled you towards him, your hips high. He quickly entered you again, setting a brutal pace that had you gasping and crying out. You were begging, for what you were sure at the moment only knowing the words leaving your mouth were doing nothing to calm his thrusts. He leaned forward, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back hard. You cried out, feeling tears slip down your face. You had never experienced anything like this before, your ass feeling bruised at the painful slaps of it against his thighs. Your cock was leaking, leaving a mess on your stomach and the sheets close to your groin.

It felt like eternity but also just a moment for him to reach his peak. He pulled out of your ass, a habit from other whores he fucked due to not wanting any bastards running around, and came all over your back. You collapsed onto the bed, panting. He watched you for a second, seeing the rise and fall of your chest, how you held onto a pillow below you, how your legs shook even though they weren’t holding you up anymore. He left the bed, finding a water basin and filling a cup before finding his chalice again and filling it with more wine. He handed you the cup of water, watching as you drank it greedily.

“Was that your first time with a man?”

“With-with anyone, your grace.”

He smirked at that, he had taken something from you no one else will ever be able to have. He chuckled before moving to dress himself again. Once his pants and boots were back on he turned to look at you, “you will be staying here from now on, no one else will have you but me.” He threw his shirt over his head before walking to the door. He looked back at you one more time, how you looked at him with fear, and slammed the door behind him, smirking all the way back to Summerhall.

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The pretty ones are always temperamental. | MDNI

Aerion x male! Reader

CW: Aerion, genitals, sex, lowkey brat taming, violence, pregnancy mention, gay people, reader is taller than Aerion, reader calls Aerion his dragon, top reader, bottom Aerion, oral (m!receiving), reader is bi, anal, unprotected sex, probably forgetting some

Aerion had always been a spoiled brat, every single one of the king's guards and gold cloaks knew this. But when the royal family invited your house to the Red Keep you can’t help but want to fix Aerion’s attitude.

You were your father’s 2nd son, the spare should anything happen to your brother. But nothing ever did, he was an incredibly healthy man. So while he trained to become lord, you trained to be his sworn protector. You wanted to always be by his side no matter what. So when your father passed and your brother became lord you fell into your role well. Unfortunately, A visit to the red keep to discuss trade routes and grain production had turned that plan on its head.

When you arrived at the red keep, your thighs were killing you from the ride. Coming from your home to the red keep always took too long for how short the stay was. The last time you were here was when Prince Valarr was named heir after his father, that had been when you were a boy though. Now seeing it as an adult, the keep was nothing to scoff at. Towering over any other lords castles easily, it made sense that the blood of the dragon lived in it. Your brother was on his own horse in front of yours, smiling like the golden boy he was. He turned slightly to look back at you and make sure you were still following him.

Coming closer to the entrance to the keep you were greeted by two members of the king's guard who smiled kindly towards your brother. Ser Roland had been a friend to your brother growing up. Once your brother dismounted his horse he gave the man a big hug and a few slaps on the back. As they talked amongst themselves about how their lives were and how being a kings guard is, you took your and your brothers horses to the stables. As you got closer you noticed a boy with silver hair dismounting his own horse, throwing the reins to whoever stood nearby. He was at least a head shorter than you, not very threatening. You kept walking hoping to stay out of his sight, but unfortunately he turns and sees you with the two horses, your family’s crest sat on the sides of their saddles.

“You! Fetch me some wine and a pretty wench. Have them brought to my chambers.”

The prince snapped, you saw a few servants around you jump at his tone of voice. It took everything in you to not yell back at him at that moment.

“Apologies my prince, I’m not a serving boy. My house is here to conduct business with the crown.” You said keeping eye contact with him before turning to continue putting the horses away. With your back turned you heard a scoff, the boy clearly upset, as he opens his mouth to say something else Ser Roland and your brother come up to you both laughing together still. Ser Roland, seemingly forgetting his station, continued his conversation before cutting himself off abruptly at the sight of the prince's angry face. He quickly tightened his posture, taking in the situation before him.

“My prince, my lord. Is everything alright?”

Prince Aerion scoffed, turning away from your small group. As he began to walk away he stated, “it seems lordship is given to anyone these days.” He quickly returned to the keep to find what he was looking for.

After he was gone, Ser Roland turned to your brother and you. He shrugged his shoulders with a slight smile, “the pretty ones are always temperamental.”

Ser Roland always had a way about him, he didn’t seem to be bothered by the fact he would inherit no lands or father no children. If anything he reveled in it. There had been whispers since you were young about his feelings towards the opposite sex, how he only seems to surround himself with men. Your brother never cared too much for the rumors, if Ser Roland liked men more then women did not affect him at the end of the day. His behavior towards Ser Roland is the only reason you had told him about your attraction to men and women. He had welcomed it with open arms, saying that no matter who you love you’ll always be his little brother and sworn knight.

The three of you made your way inside the keep, Ser Roland taking it upon himself to deliver the two of you to your separate rooms in the keep. After the two of you were settled in he left you, stating he needed to return before someone saw that he was gone from his station. Your brother had smiled and thanked him, giving him one more hug before sending him on his way.

Tomorrow the discussions about grain and trade would begin. Your brother would be locked in the council room with other men, more interested in coin then the life of those they rule over. You never dealt well in those rooms even back home. You would have to find something else to do while he talked politics.

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You woke up weary, the ride to the keep still weighed on you. Your brother woke before you did, pushing the door to the chambers open. He was already dressed and ready while you had barely anything on. He smiled, telling you he’s off to the council room and to break your fast without him. You wished him luck and watched as he left, flopping back onto the bed. It would probably be a few hours before he was done, maybe even a few days. As you got up and started getting ready, eating from a platter that some maids had brought it while you were asleep.

You dressed yourself in a thin cotton shirt with a loose neckline, and trousers not caring too much about it. Kings landing was too hot to worry about clothes, even though it is where the royal family resides. You attached your sword to the belt around your hips and tugged on a pair of boots, prepared to spend most of today wandering the keep. As you exited the room, you found no one outside your door. No one is waiting to show you something, drag you to some place, or make you talk to someone. You let out a sign of relief before beginning your stroll through the keep.

On your walk you went past many tapestries hung on the walls of the castle. Some had men and women in passionate embraces, some were of the seven, and some were of Targaryens of the past who founded Westeros as it’s known today. You walk slowly, taking in each detail of the tapestries. As you moved past one depicting Maegor the cruel’s murder of his nephew, you found the training yard where a certain white haired prince was practicing with the king’s guards. You made your way to the balcony overlooking the yard, one that would be used for judging competitions or for ladies to fawn over the men training. You were here for neither, simply moving to observe what was happening below.

Aerion was fighting against a kings guard, hitting him with harsh painful blows in rapid succession. The kings guard tried his best to block and avade the attacks to the best of his ability but was still getting hurt in the process. The kings guards are not allowed to attack a member of the royal family. You don’t understand why any man would become a kings guard or a knight for the royal family, especially when they are treated this way. They all seemed like pushovers to you, grown men who let even children tell them what to do because of who their parents were.

You slowly made your way down to the field. Ser Roland catching your eye, trying to persuade you to not come down, to not cause him more trouble. He knew you too well. You had once stopped a lesser lord who came to your castle from beating a serving boy for bringing the wrong wine to him. Striking the man instead and demanding he leave the child alone. Your brother had to go and smooth out the relationship but you would do it again in a heartbeat. And like then, you couldn’t stay quiet in the face of injustice. Even if you didn’t like the kings guards, they gave a vow to give up their lives for the kings, not be beaten by his grandson for no reason.

You finally reached the field, keeping one hand on the hilt of your sword. You began your walk to the center of the field where the prince stood. As you got closer you shouted out, “my prince! It seems you are in need of a sparring partner who is not afraid to hit you back. I’d be happy to offer my services.”

You smirked, watching as the prince whipped around the face you. He was already upset, you could see his face turning slightly red from where you stood. The guard seeing his chance ran back to the sidelines to get his wounds cared for. Prince Aerion was dressed casually as well, definitely not expecting an actual fight today.

“Very well, it seems some lords need to be cut down to size anyways.”

“First, tell your guards that they are not to intercept unless one of us is morally wounded.”

Aerion turned towards his guards, some stood with their hands on their swords ready to stop any fight while others stood around lazily waiting to see what would happen.

“As he says.”

Aerion turned back to you, holding his sword in his hand, he began to get into position. You asked one of the guards to call out when to begin as you also readied yourself. Once seeing that you were both prepared the man called out, letting you and the prince at each other. Your sword met his in a violent clash, the sound of metal grating could be heard throughout the courtyard. You took a small step back, letting Aerion feel in control. Once he was putting enough pressure you pulled yourself out of the way, letting Aerion lose his balance and almost end up face first in the hay. He stumbled catching himself at the moment, before turning to you and letting a growl out. You chuckled watching his reaction as you readied yourself again. He ran at you again starting the process over.

This went on for quite awhile, Aerion charging in headstrong, while you calmly took his attacks and deflected them. At one point his sword had come up high and caught your cheek, leaving a thin red line of blood on your face. The prince smiled, considering it a win. A frown over took you, you began to go on the offense striking back at the prince. He was a good fighter but not as good at defense. You left a scratch on his hand, thigh, and jaw; knowing anything else would get you in trouble with the crown.

Eventually the guards tired of seeing you two maim each other, the one who called the beginning called the end as well. You stop, panting, taking in the damage you had done to the prince. He stops as well, breathing heavily, his face flushed. You understood Ser Roland now, he was pretty. You turned to give Aerion a hand shake as a sign of good sportsmanship, instead he slaps your hand away and stalks off the field. You rolled your eyes, putting your sword back in its holster as you made your way back to the stairs to leave the training yard.

You return to your room, sweaty and ready to rip off the clothes you wore. You must have taken a wrong turn somewhere as when you entered you found clothes on the floor and someone in the bath. The figure turned, Prince Aerion sat cleaning himself from the filth of the fight. You quickly rush to his side before he could shout for a guard. You covered his mouth, watching as his eyes filled with hatred. You took a shaky breath before saying, “I came to speak to you my prince, I apologize for bursting in I assumed you were still at the field.” It was a bold face lie and you both knew it but still when you took your hand away he didn’t yell out.

“If you must be in here now, then you should be the one to bathe me.”

“Bathe you? I’ve told you once before I’m not a serving boy.”

“I don’t care, you have to do what your prince commands you to.” He was smirking at you, happy in torment.

You stood there, casting a shadow over him where he laid. In a moment of rage you grabbed his face, squeezing both his cheeks together with one hand. He made a noise and tried to pull back from you, but you were stronger and pulled his face closer to yours.

“You will not tell me what to do. Listen to what I say to you, or I’ll give you another scratch to whine about.”

Aerion's face turns red, his ears feeling hot. He looked in your eyes watching as his pupils began to widen. His breath became shorter, his legs coming up under him seemingly pushing him more into your hand. You watch silently, waiting to see how he responds. After a minute of him just watching you, you snap at him, “do you understand me?!”

That snapped him out of his daze and he ripped himself away from you. Growling as you took a step away from him.

“Keep your hands off me you filth moron!”

You chuckled under your breath, smirking, before grabbing him by his upper arm and hauling him out of the bath. You marched him to the bed where you sat down and moved him to be slung across your lap. He gasped ready to yell at you even more but stopped after you grabbed his hair and pulled his head back to look at you. You had one hand in his hair and another around his waist. He tried to squirm away from you but you held on tight. Holding his hair strongly as you spat at him,

“Were you never disciplined as a child?! Are you a grown man who needs to learn-“

You stopped, feeling his cock get hard against your thigh. You let go of his head, it falling back down towards the bed where he was gasping for air. He turned his head, looking over his shoulder.

“What? Do you intend to discipline me? Show me how you handle misbehavior in your tiny keep and disc-”

You reeled your arm back, high into the air. You brought it down onto his ass, watching as it turns red from the force. You expected him to scream, to thrash and try to run from you. Instead he moaned, a sound you never would have thought a prince could make. You stilled, hand up in the air again ready to strike. Aerion gagged on his spit, bracing himself for the next hit. You smiled, rubbing the red mark on him.

“I’m sorry, my prince. You need to learn to answer the commands given to you. If you're a good boy you can be ridden, my dragon.”

Aerion whined in response, pushing himself into you. He ground his hips down into your thigh begging for attention. You gave him a few more slaps to his ass, watching as his pale skin turned redder and redder. He begged and whiled throughout it, you could see the tears in his eyes. You pull his head back again, staring into his face. He looked at you, his lips in a frown, his own form of pouting.

“Dont tell me you are already done. Too afraid to go further? Or is your cock just too small?”

Aerion was smirking even with the tears in his eyes, you fixed your grip on his hair tugging it.

“You stupid boy”

You grabbed his face, turning him towards you. You leaned forward smashing your lips into his. He flinched back, never having someone else lead during the act, as he was always the one in charge. Even laying with another man, he still needed to be the one in control. He tried to do just that by forcing your back onto the bed, him straddling your hips. He had forgotten his own nakedness, only now remembering when feeling your cock swell in your pants. He quickly pulled away from your face, ripping at the strings to the front of your trousers. You chuckled, watching as he desperately pulled you out of your pants. You smiled, laying back watching him.

“Are you that excited to be fucked, my dragon?”

He stilled, taking in what you said. He grumbled something that you couldn’t understand. You grabbed him by the back of his neck pulling him down slightly, “what did you say? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

He angled his chin upwards looking down at you, “I said, you will be the one getting fucked like a whore.”

You laughed, a full belly laugh. You put one of your hands around his waist, the other you slipped up his body to his neck. You felt him brace when your hand wrapped around his throat thinking you were gonna cut off his air flow. Instead you get a small squeeze, to make a point, and continue your journey up til your hand is on his chin. You angle his head down slightly so hes looking at you more dead on, you then walk your fingers up to his mouth sitting them on top of his lips. You could feel his breath quicken as he let you pry his lips apart. As soon as his lips were open you thrust in three fingers, slipping them up and down his tongue. Aerion made noises but made no attempt to push you away or rid himself of you. You kept thrusting, changing pace every so often. Going fast and aggressive then soft and slow, you kept this up until he was drooling around your digits.

You sat up slightly, using the hand on his waist to pull him down into your chest. He made a sound of disagreement but didn’t pull away, instead he seemed to melt into you. You moved your fingers, still covered in his slit down to his ass, slowly working the middle one into him. Aerion gasped as your finger broke through his hole, the prince was well accustomed to brothels and debauchery, but never had he felt something like this. It was a sensation he had never known, gasping and moaning into your neck as you worked another finger into him. As your pace started picking up, Aerion got louder. His hips responding to the force of your hand, began grinding against yours. His cock stood proud, rubbing against yours. You could tell he was getting closer to his edge, his hips bucking faster, his moans getting louder, one of his grasped tightly onto your bicep.

“Oh fuck!~ oh fuck!~ Yes!~ ah~”

Aerion groaned into your neck. When you could tell he was getting closer to being finished you ripped your hand away, pushing Aerion off you so he landed beside you on the bed. He let out a cry of anguish before turning towards you with a glare. You turn and get off the bed, standing beside it. You run a hand through your hair, pushing strands out of your face. You pull off the last article of clothing you had left on with you now being as bare as the prince. He watched you, panting, still agitated about his ruined orgasm.

“Did you really think I would reward you? You have to be a good boy to be allowed release.”

You walked closer to the bed, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer to the edge of it. He went willingly, wanting to know what you would do next to him. You had heard rumors about him in the pleasure houses, how he would make the girls suck his cock for hours on end until he would tire and return to the keep. It seemed today would be the day the prince would have to pleasure someone else with his mouth. He looked up at you, readying himself for anything. You pulled him forward so his face directly in front of your member. He gasped never having to see one so up close before.

“What? Is it too small for you? Or just too afraid to go further?”

Throwing his words back in his face. He flinched when your hand slipped under his chin slowly bringing it up. You press your thumb and pointer fingers into his cheeks making him open his mouth. You wrapped a hand around yourself, giving it a few pumps before coming closer to Aerion. He was slightly shaking, in fear or in anticipation, you couldn’t quite tell. He stuck his tongue out and licked up the underside of your shaft, stopping when he got to the head. He pops the top of it into his mouth, softly suckling on you.

“Are you a child at a wet nurse's teet?”

You push his head down, only halfway down your shaft but it still had the boy gagging around you. You kept your palm on the back of his head, letting him decide how far down and how fast he went just with the threat of you taking control at any moment. He slowly got into a rhythm, not taking you fully but enough to do well. You play with the white strands on the back of his neck as he took you.

“The whores you favor have taught you well. I've never been serviced like this before, my dragon.”

He sputtered, reeling back. His hands he put on your thighs when he was lost in the motion, suddenly tense as he did his nails in leaving small indents in you. He was laying with his stomach on the furs of the bed. You move behind him, keeping pressure on his neck to hold his front down. Copying his earlier position, you straddled his upper thighs just below his ass. He starts to prop himself up, trying to look over his shoulder to you. You spit into your hand, rubbing it onto your cock and the left over wetness on the man’s hole. You reach with both hands, splitting his ass as you dribble some of your saliva down to his entrance, he jumps but stills again when he feels your cock slap his ass.

“W-wait, you can’t! AHhh~~”

As the head of your manhood entered him, he tensed and relaxed as your hands rubbed at his hips. His hand moved beside him, gripping fiercely to the blankets. He turns his head looking at you, eyes brimming with tears. As you slipped inside him more, his noises became louder and louder. You moved, putting your chest flush with his back, slipping in even deeper. Aerion's head was thrown back, moaning like a whore who hasn’t been paid in days. You wrapped one of your arms around his throat, the other slipping forward covering his mouth. Your arms had him locked, unable to switch positions, let alone even think. One of Aerion's hands moved off of the furs, coming to dig into your forearm instead. You had been keeping a slow steady pace letting him get used to you before you changed your pace. You kept the slow pace, instead now going harder. Your thrusts make Aerion's whole body move at once. You assumed covering Aerion’s mouth would stop any worry about noises leaking out of the room, but you didn’t think Aerion would be so tight. His virgin ass swallowing you and refusing to let go, he was ripping moans out of you you haven’t heard since your first time.

“Fuck, my dragon~ you’re gonna make me-“

You could feel both of you were going to reach your peaks sooner rather than later. You quickly pulled out of him sitting back, he let out a high pitch whine at the feeling. You flipped him around so he laid on his back, quickly getting back into him. You both moaned in unison needing to feel each other as much as possible. Aerion’s legs wrapped around your hips, trying to pull you in even closer. You leaned over, crushing him under you. You made him look into your eyes as you continued to work him. He wrapped his arms around your torso, digging his nails into your back scratching down your skin. It truly made him feel like a dragon, using his talons to destroy his prey. Unfortunately for him, he was the prey right now. He needed something to feel in control, he opened his mouth and quickly sank his teeth into your shoulder. You groaned, a deep sound from the bottom of your chest. This was beginning to feel less like an intimate moment and more like a fight, and you refused to lose a fight. You lifted one of his legs up from your hips to your shoulder making the boy gasp and throw his head back in pleasure. You leaned over him, speeding up the pace of your hips, slamming into his. You bite into his neck, leaving deep indentations all across his skin. He was cursing in Valyrian, a language you have never understood. As the words fell from his lips you wrapped a hand around his manhood, pulling it at the same speed as your hips pushed into him. He laid there taking it until you felt him become impossibly tight around you. White spurts coming from his cock and covering your bodies as you had him pinned beneath you. You met your end soon after, holding him down as you came deep inside his ass. You didn’t pull out for a few minutes letting the two of you catch your breath first.

“If you were a princess I would have you with my child already.”

He moaned at the idea of that, of being tied to you forever in that way. You plopped down in the bed beside him still trying to get air into your lungs. Aerion turns and buries his face in your neck, groaning at the feeling of your come leaving him. He held onto you as sleep overtook him. It seems the dragon prince just needed a little bit of training.

The lesson of a lifetime | SMUT MDNI

Kiera of Tyrosh x reader

(slight Valarr x reader & Kiera x Valarr)

Tw: smut, virgin reader, pre marital intercourse, fingering, oral (f!receiving), lowkey cuckoldry, making out

Kiera was the only friend you had at court, and you hers. Kiera wants to teach you things you’ve never known before, but it seems Valarr is interested in the lessons as well.

You and Kiera were as thick as thieves ever since she came to court. The girl was lost when she first came to Westeros, unsure of her cultural differences and not wanting to be made a fool of. As you and Kiera were growing closer you started to spend everyday together, doing anything and everything together, even sometimes ending the night together cuddled in one of your beds. You kept no secrets from each other. Kiera would come to you about problems she had in court and how some lady made fun of her hair. You would braid her hair and tell her gossip you heard about everyone who upsets her, it was a perfect dynamic. You would call each other pet names usually reserved for married couples.

When Kiera’s betrothal to Valarr was announced, you were ecstatic. Your favorite girl was to become a princess and would eventually become the queen of the realm. But you weren’t sure how to feel about Valarr. He was a good man and was treating Kiera right, but there was something about him you didn’t trust. He would take Kiera away from you too often for you to be happy.

One night after gossiping and drinking wine until you could barely stand, Kiera and you fell into her bed. You laid on your back giggling barely able to breathe, Kiera laid on her stomach beside you watching as your laughed over took you again. She had a soft smile on her face, waiting for you to calm down.

“Darling, can I ask you something?” Kiera asked, propping a hand up under her chin. You calmed. Smiling towards your friend. “Yes my love?” You sighed, relaxing back into the softness of the bed. Kiera bit her lip, unsure of how to begin the conversation any other way but to be direct.

“Have you ever been with someone?”

“What do you mean? I’m with you all the time.”

“No my sweet girl, I mean in a different way. A more intimate way.”

“Oh. Oh!” You sat up, feeling embarrassed. You flushed curling in on yourself, unsure of how to react. “No, no I haven’t. I’m supposed to wait until I have a husband.”

Kiera smiled sadly before softly chuckling.

“Have you ever been with another lady?” You shook your head, turning away from your friend.

“Have you ever imagined it? What is it about a woman that men clamor to Whore houses for?” Kiera sat up, slowly crawling closer to you. You back up to the headboard, blushing fiercely. Kiera crawled til she sat beside you. Smirking as she sat face to face with you.

“Well, have you?”

You could not meet her eyes, too shy to admit that those thoughts had come to you. She reached up, putting her hand on your chin, turning you to look at her.

“Have you ever been kissed, sweetness?”

You pouted slightly, you had wished to kiss one of kings guards, he had smiled so sweetly at you and seemed to enjoy your presence as much as you his. You had only been able to be alone with him once, getting close to talk to him about something but had chicken out and ran away from the man.

Kiera leaned forward bringing your faces closer together, “May I be your first, my lady?” You should have pulled away, remind Kiera of her future husband and how you were both ladies but you couldn’t find it in yourself to do so. In the last second you leaned forward slighting, meeting your best friends lips.

The kiss was short and sweet, a simple peck. As you both pulled away, you found yourself wanting nothing more than to lean back in and keep your lips on hers. She smirked at you, moving her body closer to yours. It was similar to when you would cuddle before falling asleep beside each other. Her leg came to lay between yours with her chest almost resting on top of yours.

She leaned back in, capturing your mouth again. This time she deepened the kiss moving her lips against yours. You copied her actions until you had to pull away needing to breathe. You gasped for air blushing, Kiera smiled chuckling at your reaction. She moved her thigh so it rubbed against your legs. You gasped, you’ve never felt anything like this before.

“Have you ever touched yourself down here, darling?”

You shook your head, biting your lip while looking up at the girl as she sat on her knees and positioned your legs to be around her hips. She chuckled and leaned down to kiss you again, then started trailing kisses down your neck. You gasped as she bit into the junction of your neck and shoulder. She reached up and slipped the straps of your sleep shift down from your shoulder, kissing her way down until she met the valley of your breast. She planted a soft kiss on your breast, kissing around your nipple. You grabbed onto her hair, attempting to pull her away as gasps and groans fell from your lips. She seemed to be locked onto your breast, as her hand slipped down the hem sitting on your thighs. She reached for your soft spot, giggling softly.

“Think of this as training for your wedding day, my love.”

Her hand on your thigh slowly inched upwards until it met where you desired her most. She let out a light gasp and chuckled feeling how wet you were. She moved her arm and pressed down on your bud making the whole world feel ten times as intense. Her actions ripped a sound out of you that you had never heard before. One of her fingers slinked down until it met your core where it slid in with little hesitation. She pulled her hand back and started thrusting it into you in a light slow pattern, getting you used to the feeling of having something, someone, inside of you.

“Are you alright, lovely?”

You could barely understand her, too focused on the pleasure she was giving you. She stilled her hand, waiting for your response. You whined, an undignified sound, and nodded your head rapidly. Kiera smiled at you, a glorious smile like she had just won a war, and started her movement again. You grasped onto her shoulders, sounds escaping you no matter what you did. Kiera looked at your face and pulled you into another kiss. Her fingers were moving faster, pulling you closer to something. Kiera swallows your noises, drinking them in. You reached your peak, head flying back, eyes closed; the moan you let out almost sounded like a scream. You worried that anyone walking by the room would hear you but you weren’t able to quiet down. Kiera worked you through the process kissing your neck and moving her hand inside of you until you calmed and lightly pushed her away. She separates from you with a wet pop, pulling her fingers out and bringing them up in between the two of you. She holds it there for a second before bringing her finger to her mouth, sucking your essence off of it. You felt like a hunting hound, panting unable to catch your breath, watching her as she enjoyed the taste of you.

“You taste amazing, sweet as a peach.”

Kiera said, staring at you like a wolf and you were the unfortunate lamb in her sights. You gulped in air, trying to catch your bearings, your sleep shift only laying around your waist with your chest and nether regions being exposed to the cold air of the chamber. She began to scoot down the bed keeping her hands on your hips.

“Let me get another taste”

She lowered her body down, her chest laying in between your legs as she gripped your thighs to be on either side of her head. She looked up at you, never breaking eye contact as her mouth took in your warm slit. She kitten licked at your button, watching every slight reaction you gave her. Eventually, she wrapped her hands around your thighs, dragging you closer to her. After a minute of familiarizing herself with your terrain, she giggled then started to devour you. All of the air left your lungs, you held on to Kiera’s hair as she brought you closer and closer to another release. Your hips were rolling, pushing into her, chasing the feeling she provided.

You were so engrossed with the pleasure that you failed to hear the door to the room open, failed to see the person enter and come to stand in the middle of the room watching as Kiera enjoyed her meal. You only came to realize when you opened your eyes after a strong bout of pleasure, when you did you locked eyes with the man in the center of the room. Valarr Targaryen; son of the heir to the iron throne, Prince of dragonstone, and Kiera’s future husband. You gasped pulling away from Kiera and wrenching her head out from between your legs. You hastily adjusted your shift, moving to cover your body once again. Kiera seemed to not care, she turned to see what was causing you panic and smirked at her betrothed.

“May I help you, my lord husband? I’m in the middle of a lesson here”

“Ah, then allow me to observe this lesson. I may find it of use later on.”

Valarr responded seemingly unfazed by his fiancée’s actions. He moved to the table in the corner of the room, spotting the wine you and Kiera had shared earlier. He poured himself a cup before stripping off his out layer tunic. He unlaced the top of the undershirt, sipping at his wine watching as Kiera got back into position, only this time she moved so her ass was higher giving Valarr even more of a show. Kiera dove back in between your legs, barely phased by her future husband sitting in the room.

“W-wait! Kiara! Ah!”

You tried to pull her back, make her stop. Instead she went faster, slamming her fingers back inside you while sucking on your button. Valarr watched on, seemingly enjoying the view.

“Do not worry, my lady. I am not upset about my wife’s actions. She has adored you far longer than she has me.”

Valarr said, smiling over the rim of his cup. You watched him gasping and moaning as Kiera kept going, kept giving you pleasure you had never felt before. Valarr set the cup back on the table, his legs open wide towards the bed. You watched him as he unlaced the top of his trousers, the tent seemingly trying to burst through the strings. Valarr pulled the waist of the pants away revealing himself to you. The gasp you let out was sharp and high, never having seen a man in this way before. Your eyes wouldn’t leave the new skin shown, entirely amazed. Valarr pulled his hand away, taking your eyes along with it. You watched as he spit into his palm, a crude noise, before moving his hand back down to his groin. He wrapped the now slick hand around his member. He slowly moved the hand up and down, keeping his eyes on you and Kiera. He watched as after a particularly harsh thrust your breast bounced out of your shift again, you too dazed to even realize.

Kiera continued her actions below, eating like a man starved. You started to feel that feeling again, the one of being close to an edge. You squeezed Kiera’s head between your thighs, trying to pull her away but she refused to budge. She worked you til you met your peak, a scream being torn from your throat. Your body felt boneless, unable to move after what you had experienced. You were so out of it you almost missed Kiera climbing off the bed, moving towards Valarr. She leaned down and kissed him, letting him taste you on her tongue. He groaned and moved his hand on himself faster, chasing his peak himself. He pulled away from her kicking his lips, Kiera moved to begin leaving kisses and bites on his neck while Valarr turned to make eye contact with you. You moved even faster, getting closer and closer. A part of you wished to stand up to join the couple and help bring the prince to his end. Instead you lay on the bed, propped up, watching as the prince brought himself to completion. He turned his head and kissed Kiera again, keeping his eyes locked with yours. A few seconds later, he stilled as something came out of him. You had seen nothing like it before, it was strange. The substance covered his hand and apart of his chest, Valarr was panting, moving his hands away from himself. He held his hand up to Kiera, as if to let her inspect it. Instead she stuck her tongue out and ran it across his palm, collecting him into her mouth.

From the bed you sat slack jawed, shocked by the display in front of you. Kiera turned back towards you and walked to meet you at the side of the bed. She leaned down, moving her lips to yours. You didn’t realize until then that she had moved what she had collected from Valarr into her mouth as a way to transport it to you. She pushed the substance into your mouth licking at your tongue so you could get all of it. After she was satisfied she pulled back and smirked at you, “how does it taste, my dear? Better than you imagined?”

You were panting still attempting to calm your mind and heart after the direction that tonight took. You looked at her and nodded. She smiled and held your cheeks, pushing them together and making you turn to face Valarr as he drank more wine, his cock still hard.

“Tell him, tell him you love the taste of his cum.”

You looked at Valarr, a slight pout on your lips and Kiera was still holding your face.

“I love the taste of you, my prince.” You said, embarrassed, wanting nothing more than to curl up and forget this had happened. Valarr chuckled then stood, he removed what little clothes he still wore leaving him bare as the day he was born.

“And I you, my lady” Valarr sighed as he walked towards the bed you and Kiera laid upon, when he reached the foot of it he crawled onto it keeping his eyes on yours. As he got closer Kiera moved away letting him take up as much of your space as possible, he came face to face with you. After a moment's deliberation he leaned forward and placed his lips on yours. It was different from Kiera’s kiss, his lips were chapped. He had a slight scruff to his face that scratched you as he moved. He kissed with more teeth than Kiera did. As you got into a rhythm with the kiss you felt his hand come up and land on your chest. You gasped, allowing the prince in even more. He chuckled, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You didn’t even realize that your hips were twitching, trying to make you rub yourself against the man. Seeming to notice your embarrassment at the action, Valarr ground his hips down into your heat, causing you to feel his hardness.

This night had not gone the way you thought it would at all, but you were quite happy with the results at the end.

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