𝓗𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝒴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴

he sat there, gripping the armrests of his chair. his pale face was still, his lips slightly parted.

he looked so innocent and defenseless, trying with all his might not to look at you, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground.

you let out a soft little giggle when he awkwardly looked away again, then glanced at him once more through your lashes, all innocence — and noticed how he immediately swallowed and hid his face in his wine cup.

you did not care about the other princes who looked at you like prey, something they meant to take.

you only needed him — valarr targaryen.

and he was already caught, when later he stood right outside the chambers prepared for you during the king’s celebration.

“my prince?” you said, your voice soft. you raised a brow, looking at him with almost innocent surprise. “you must have mistaken the door. the royal chambers are in the east wing.”

he swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as a flush spread from his collar up to his ears. “i… no,” he said, forcing the words out. “i mean, yes, i know where my chambers are. but i… i am looking for you. i… i could not leave without saying — ”

it made you take a step back, slightly hiding behind the door, and look at him with quiet offense. “if you come here because you think i am… one of those women whose time can be bought with gold… if you come here for easy pleasure…”

his reaction was instant. valarr waved his hands, his voice nearly breaking with panic as he shook his head.

“no, yes, i know! i swear by the seven, i know!” he said, stepping forward, almost stumbling in his nerves. “forgive me, i am not… i would never dare!"

"i… i have just never seen anything like you.”

looking at him — sweet and so easily led — you giggled again, this time soft, encouraging.

he dropped his shoulders and gave a shy smile in return.

“well now,” you stepped deeper into the room, leaving the door open. “we cannot leave a prince standing at the threshold, can we?”

valarr stepped forward, and the door behind him closed with a soft click. he looked around your chambers, then his hand awkwardly reached to the back of his neck.

you giggled again, unable to hold back the soft tease, and valarr, catching your gaze, answered with a shy, almost guilty smile. a deep blush, bright and honest, spread across his cheeks, giving him away completely.

he felt damn ashamed. he knew his cousins and brothers already bragged about their wins in the city brothels and talked of their romps, while he stood here like a foolish boy.

but you did not mind, because he was bloody charming.

you walked up to him, touched his warm fingers, and gently pulled him along toward the bed, making him sit down at the edge, stiff as a drawn string, afraid to even breathe.

you stood close, right between his parted knees. your sweet scent, mixed with the faint smell of sweat after dancing, wrapped around him, and strands of your hair brushed his cheeks, soft as the finest silk.

your chest, in the thin beaded bodice of a dancer, was right at his eye level. valarr swallowed hard, his hands resting on his knees growing damp, his gaze completely lost.

“how... how do you like the feast?” he said, forcing the words out, trying to focus on anything at all, gripping the fabric of his trousers until his knuckles went pale.

you only smiled at the corner of your lips and, without taking your eyes off him, reached for the ties of your outfit.

“what are you doing?” the prince said at once, his voice breaking into a hoarse whisper. “i am not here for that… i… i do not think this is a good idea. we should not…”

you did not let him finish. slowly, almost lazily, you brought your index finger to his trembling lips, gently pressing it right at the center. “shh…”

valarr fell silent at once. his lips, still warm with nerves, brushed against your fingertip, and you felt how his breath turned uneven beneath your touch.

his gaze darted around the room in panic — to the tapestries, to the flickering candle, to his own boots — anywhere but at what was happening right in front of him.

you laughed and, with one sharp movement, untied the laces. the bodice fell to the floor, and your chest was fully revealed to his gaze, shifting slightly right at his lips.

valarr let out a muffled groan and immediately squeezed his eyes shut, lowering his head. he had never seen a woman this close, never felt this raw, primal pull. his breathing turned uneven and heavy as he felt your warmth.

you gently took his chin and tilted it up, making him lift his face toward you, though his eyes were still tightly shut. his hands were clenched into fists, and through the thick fabric of his fine trousers you clearly saw how his hardness became obvious.

“do not fear your desires, my prince,” you whispered, your breath barely brushing his lips.

your hands rested softly on his face, and you carefully traced your fingertips over his eyelids, making him finally open his eyes and meet your gaze.

your fingers slid higher, slipping into his hair, curling a stubborn silver strand around your finger before moving to the back of his head.

you pressed firmly, pulling his head straight into the hollow of your bare chest. valarr froze for a moment, overwhelmed by the closeness of your skin, then he inhaled sharply, deeply taking in your scent, and a broken, needy sound slipped from his chest.

a soft, strained moan escaped him. his hands finally left his knees and flew to your back, gripping at your shoulder blades — he breathed so heavily, his chest rising and falling.

you tugged lightly at his hair, pulling him back just a little, then guided his head toward your right breast.

you saw how he swallowed hard before his mouth closed over your nipple, eager and impatient. he bit down too hard, making you cry out despite yourself.

“gentler, my prince!” you say, scolding him lightly as you caught his head and lifted his face.

valarr stilled, looking at you with dark eyes clouded with desire, where real remorse flickered. “… i am sorry,” he says, his voice breaking.

he leaned into you again, but this time he started with a gentle, teasing lick. you let out a low moan, and that sound finally made him lose his mind.

valarr started to suck your breast so greedily, like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. he bit your skin a little and then licked it at once, trying to pull you as close as he could.

his hands tightened on your back, literally pulling your soft body into him, while you whined from the pleasure and ran your fingers through his hair, holding him against you.

"yes, like that... just like that, my prince."

the room filled with wet, slurping sounds and the sight of the shameless prince before you. when you tugged his hair, he gave a tiny, pitiful whimper and dove back in, not wanting to let go of your skin. you clicked your tongue and moved him to the other breast, watching him suck it just as hard as the first one.

knowing he would not stop on his own, you pulled him away with a wet pop, leaving a thin string of spit between your nipple and his open lips for a moment.

valarr looked truly sinful: flushed red, his mouth shiny and wet, his breath heavy and ragged. you took his face in your palms, leaned down, and gently sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, getting spit on his chin while he whimpered under you.

when you made the kiss deeper, it was clear he never did this before — he was touchingly clumsy, just desperately trying to keep up with your tongue.

you broke the kiss and pushed him onto the bed. valarr fell back onto the silk but propped himself up on his elbows at once, not wanting to lose sight of you for even a second.

under his hot stare, you started to get out of your clothes: your skirt slid to your feet, your hair pins hit the floor with a ring, and your smallclothes followed. he watched you, barely catching his breath.

"i... i do not know how to please you, i never —"

you walked right up and sat on top of him so you felt his heavy, hard cock beneath you.

"you are perfect, my prince. you have nothing to worry about."

the moment you gave a teasing rock of your hips, he fell back onto the pillows with a loud moan. he tried to say something, muttering about how he was not good enough, but every move you made turned his words into messy, sweet whimpers.

seeing how his head was spinning with thoughts, you gave a sly smile. "i have a fine way to make you forget those thoughts."

you moved up until your thighs were right over his face, pinning his head between your knees.

his eyes went wide when he saw what you meant, taking a deep, shaky breath before you slowly lowered yourself right onto his face.

you felt his hot breath on your soft skin, and a second later, you cut off his view completely, covering his face with yourself.

valarr made a muffled, deep sound right into your thighs —half a moan, half a try at speaking — but you only pressed down harder, feeling his nose and lips against you. his hands, which were searching for a grip, found your thighs and held on like death, pulling you even closer.

he did not try to get free: instead, he greedily pressed his face into you, catching every breath and every scent.

you rocked slightly on him, feeling his tongue start to explore you, shy at first and then bolder. valarr was gasping for air under you, his thighs shaking.

you felt his lips moving feverishly, trying to give you pleasure.

you noticed his hips starting to jerk on their own, his pelvis bumping up to match your rhythm. he was clumsy, but he worked his lips with such desperate grit to keep up, and something about how much he wanted to please you made your insides tighten.

gripping his hair tight in your fists, you started to move slow, setting the pace.

valarr made choked sounds, suffocating under your body, while his fingers dug painfully into your thighs, trying to hold you and pull you even tighter.

he tried to catch the rhythm, pushing his face up to meet you, while you teasingly pressed down harder, taking away his air and leaving him with nothing but your taste and scent.

"yes, mmhmm!... just like that, right there..." you breathe out, moving faster and feeling how his nose rubbed your clit with every move, making you moan louder and louder.

to be honest, at that moment you didn't care at all if he had enough air, and it seemed he didn't care either: he did not make a single move to pull away, but only whimpered like a loyal little puppy and pressed his face harder into your pussy.

of course, it was not enough to make you come, and you did not plan to do it now, saving the sweetest part for later, so you slowly pulled away and got off him.

valarr, not understanding what happened, tried to pull you back, gasping for air. "did... did i do something wrong?"

his face was completely wet — you rode him so long and hard that the moisture reached even his forehead. his words made you gently shake your head to calm him. "no, you were wonderful, my prince, but i just cannot wait anymore."

you slowly slid down, making his damn rich doublet messy with your arousal, until you reached his hips, where you suddenly felt heat and a strong stickiness.

oh gods.

he came.

just from you riding his face.

the shock was so big that you lost your speech for a few seconds, just looking at the wet spot. when you finally looked up at valarr, you saw that he wanted to sink through the ground.

he desperately tried to cover his face with his hands, burning with shame because he finished without even being inside you.

but you did not let him hide. you caught his hands, making him sit up and be on the same level with you, and covered his lips with a deep kiss.

you literally swallowed him, feeling your own taste on his lips, and at this time your fingers started to skillfully deal with his clothes. you unfastened the buckles of his doublet and pulled the ties of his thin linen shirt, noticing how much his hands shook.

pulling away from his lips, you went lower, to his belt. you took off his pants and his smallclothes, and in that same second, his cock hit his stomach with a thud.

valarr's cheeks flushed deep red, spreading down to his neck and chest, and his breath hitched. seed still leaked from him. by all laws of nature, he should have gone soft, but he stayed there — hard, hot, and scary big.

you looked at him and thought that he clearly did not use his full potential — for how could such an innocent and shy man have such an impressive cock?

it seemed you had to thank your father.

you kept looking at his cock in a trance, while the room stayed silent, broken only by the prince's ragged breathing.

at last, valarr awkwardly cleared his throat. "is... is everything good?" he barely squeezed out.

in answer, you only giggled softly, looking up at him through your lashes. "good? you are huge, my prince, and i am not even sure you will fit inside me."

hearing this, valarr instantly covered his face with his palms, and the tips of his ears turned bright red with shame. "you cannot... just say things like that," he groaned through his fingers, completely defeated.

you gave a flirty smile, leaning closer so your hair tickled his knee again.

"i will be lucky if you do not tear me apart from the inside."

that comment made the prince let out a pitiful cry, and when you saw his cock twitch again with heat, you firmly wrapped your hand around it.

valarr moaned so loud you thought the sound echoed through the whole wing of the castle. your palm instantly got wet with his slick and the rest of his seed while you slowly moved your hand up and down, making his hips push toward you on their own.

"please... i want... i need — "

"what exactly do you need, prince?" you asked back, amused by his struggle. "you know i would not dare disobey my future king."

his fingers gripped the sheets until his knuckles were white, and he tried to put his needs into words, fighting through his deep shame. "i am about to... i need... you... i want to be inside you!"

you laughed once and sharply pulled your hand away, making him whimper piteously. "no... please..."

getting up, you swung a leg over him and hovered above, holding your weight in the air and watching him desperately try to lift his hips to close that painful gap.

"is this what you dreamed of since you saw me in the hall, my prince?" you asked, looking down at him.

valarr nodded fast, his eyes full of unshed tears. "i... i wanted to do so much."

"oh? tell me all of it."

he shook his head, still too shy to say his fantasies out loud, and he could not take his eyes off your wet pussy that stayed a couple of inches away. "please... mmh..."

you took his cock, guiding the head right to your opening. "be a good prince for me, and tell me everything you wanted to do to me."

valarr almost cried from the heavy tension and, closing his eyes tight, started to whisper in a rush. "i imagined..."

and right then, you dropped down fast, taking all of his length in one go. you both moaned so loud and deep that the sound seemed to pierce right through the castle walls.

valarr arched his back, his eyes rolling back from the heavy pleasure, and you felt your whole body shake as you took him inside.

damn, you were not joking when you said he would tear you apart.

you froze for a few moments, trying to get used to his size and find your breath, while your body slowly adjusted to that new, filling weight.

"gods, you are perfect." there was so much real wonder in his voice that you pulled him in for a long, wet kiss, and spit ran down your chins, mixing together.

you grabbed his hands, which gripped the sheets so hard they almost tore, and moved them to your ass, making his fingers dig deep into your skin.

you started to move — slow and careful at first, remembering he just finished, but soon you moved faster, setting a ragged and wild pace.

valarr gasped and whimpered, begging you not to stop while you swiveled your hips, making his pelvis jump up and hit you with a dirty sound.

wet, splashing noises filled the quiet room — your pussy became so wet that you should have felt shame that you felt like that because of a man who did not even know where the clit was, but you couldn't have cared less.

he had a truly divine cock, so who could blame you?

"hnn-ngh!... want... to suck... please... please..."

you laughed softly and, leaning in until you were almost touching, gave him one breast. valarr wrapped his lips around the nipple at once with a greedy sound, making you arch your back and moan loud.

"haah, my prince, yes... right there, hnghh!." your fingers tangled in his dark hair, holding his head to you so tight it was like you wanted him to drown in your tits.

when you started to literally bounce on him, going as fast as you could, valarr let go of your breast with a wet pop, and his face twisted with pleasure that was almost painful.

"it is too much!... i am still too sensi.. mmnhm! i cannot..." he sobbed.

you kissed his sweaty lips quick and whispered right against his mouth. "you can, my prince. do you not want to leave your babies in me? do you not want to feel your seed fill me to the brim, and see my belly grow with your little dragons?"

a half-sob, half-cry broke from his chest, and he nodded hard, weeping from the rush of feelings.

"i want... i want it so much... hngh!...gods, i never wanted anything more."

"then come for me. let everyone in this castle know that it was you who filled me, my future king."

tears rolled down his cheeks as he made a sharp, desperate thrust upward, going so deep that his cock hit your cervix.

you screamed loud from that sweet pain, your muscles squeezed tight around him, and you felt the first wave of orgasm wash over you.

in that same second, valarr shook, and you felt the hot, thick stream of his seed fill you up inside. that heat felt so right and good that you only purred with joy, making your last, slow moves with your hips.

valarr was almost fully crying, his body still shaking from the shock, and you heard him whisper. "i really cannot do more... hngnhh!... i want to so much, but i cannot."

you softly calmed him down, rubbing his wet shoulders and telling him otherwise. "it is alright, you did perfect, my prince. no one could be better than you."

hearing your praise, he calmed down a lot, his breath went steady, and he practically pouted as he lifted his chin. "want a kiss."

you smiled gently at this sudden change and leaned down to him, covering his lips with yours while your sweaty bodies stayed pressed close together. you pulled away and kindly ran your fingers through his silver hair.

"you did so well."

later, when he fell asleep beside you in your bed, with his head tucked against your neck and his arm around you like you belonged to him, you listened to his steady breathing.

you definitely did your job perfectly.

masterlists. honestly i was just bored & horny

The thought of you suddenly appeared in his mind and he had to wave a knight away just to let a moan out. Everything about you was perfect; the smooth of your skin, the hair on your head, the imperfection you had, Gods—your pussy. Valarr couldn’t stop thinking about it now, it was actually all he thought about. He should have been thinking about the tourney, about fighting his stupid cousin, about his priorities. But no… All your husband could think about in this moment was how tight and warm your pussy was around his cock when he fucked you.

How you moaned when his tip hit your spot, how wet your cunt always was for him, how you cried and drooled for more. He thought of your hole clenching around his shaft, of how your eyes became all glossy when you sucked him off or even how your thighs clenched around his hand when he fingered you. 

It was torture to think about those things in the middle of a crowd, knights following him everywhere he went to protect him (like he couldn’t do that himself). He wanted to throw his armor off, tear his clothes down, get rid of that hotness inside his belly. Everything felt dazed for a second as he stumbled forward, brushing the palm of his hand against one eye. He panted quietly, his fingers quickly running through his brown hair, brushing the one silver strand away at the same time. “God—” The word escaped him.

His eyes caught the black and red colors of the Targaryen tents in the scenery of the tourney, dragon heads supporting the wood before finding his personal one, interior hidden by the drapes. He knew well that you were inside; tourneys weren’t really your things and you mostly kept to yourself during the days. His feet didn’t want to move for a second and Valarr thought he was going to come on the spot. His eyebrows furrowed and one of his hands almost moved to his groin before he stopped himself; he was still in the middle of the common people and the knights.

In a flash of clarity, the Targaryen prince moved. He needed you at that moment and only you could help him; his pace fastened as he approached the tent he shared with you. His cock throbbed inside his trousers as he drew the curtain aside violently, entering the tent and making you jump. “Valarr!” You voiced, surprised with seeing him so early in the day. But you were met with pants and whines coming from him, his hands throwing the gloves he wore on the ground, before they moved to undo his armor with precipitated movement. 

“Valarr, my love, are you alright?” You asked him, eyes wide and a bit concerned by how sweaty he seemed to be at that moment. He groaned, his blue eyes lifting to look at your face. “Need you. I—I need you so bad. Need to be inside you right now.” The words made you coo quietly; it wasn’t often that your husband spoke that way (even if, of course, you both were sexually active). You could feel that his need for you was feverroot. 

You stood up from the mattress—the bear fur covers soft under your fingers—and approached your husband with a softer touch than he had on himself. “I got you, my love. Let me help.” You expressed but Valarr had other thoughts and his hands immediately grabbed your waist to pull you against his body. You felt the bulge of his cock against your thigh, the warmth of his body, his fingers buried in the fat of you. Everything became dizzy as Valarr lunged for your mouth; kissing you feverishly. 

His tongue pushed against your lips and your jaw became slack as you gave him permission to kiss you deeper. He moaned against your lips, hands now moving to cup your jaw and tilt your head to the side. His warm tongue ended up rolling around yours, his pace fast and needy. You tasted his saliva mixing with yours, leaking from the corners of your lips but your husband didn’t seem to care at all. “Valarr—” You moaned finally and he pulled away, the apples of his cheeks red, contrasting his pale skin. “Please, please, I need… I just need you so bad.” He spoke.

You nodded your head at him and he moved his face to nuzzle your neck, smelling you. A groan escaped his throat and you felt your belly warm-up at the noise already.

His hands were everywhere on you now; caressing the fabric of your dress at your waist, down to your hips, your belly and up to your breasts. He groped them in his palms, fondling them but the lack of skin contact was making him all needy and impatient. You, on the other hand, was undoing his armor with a slowness that almost grounded him. The pauldrons hit the ground first, followed by his cuirass and plackart. 

Valarr moved his face to press wet open-mouthed kisses at your neck, trailing down to the valley of your breasts, nuzzling his nose there with a louder whine. “Please, my wife, I need you.” You hummed at his words, one of your hands moving to brush his hair away for a second. “I know, my love, I know.” You then went back to your task and took his rerebraces, his couters and the vambraces at his forearms. 

He wasn’t wearing his gauntlets so you simply moved on, fingers precisely undoing his faulds. Your husband’s lips pressed more firmly onto the skin of your chest, his warm breath hitting the wet trace of his kisses, making you shiver. He seemed to become more needy and hazed with each passing seconds; his hips jerking to rut against your thighs, his hands trying to pull at the fabric of your dress and whimpers leaving him. 

You ignored everything else and the rest of his armor when he finally moved his hands around your waist to undo the corset of your dark red dress. You have been wearing the Targaryen colors ever since you married Valarr, and Gods, if that didn’t do something to him in that moment. His thoughts were so focused on you that he forgot he had been drugged for a second. His fingers moved as he unknotted the satin ribbon of the dress, letting the bone casing get loose around your body.

A moan escaped him as soon as he was able to get the sleeves off of your arms and the entire dress fell down, pooling at your feet. Unfortunately for your husband, you did wear your chemise that day. “Please… Gods…” Valarr whined at you, his hands moved to cup your breasts, one layer off. He could almost feel the warmth of your skin, now. He needed you now; he needed to bury his hard cock inside your pussy, to fuck you, to feel your wetness coat his shaft. He needed to fill your womb with his cum. 

His hands trembled as the palms shifted against your nipples, fingers shaking as he started to undo the buttons of your chemise. “My cock hurts so bad, I need to be inside you.” You heard your husband say; the words coming out of his mouth made your belly heat up, thighs rubbing one another as you felt your hole clench around nothing. “Oh? It hurts that much?” You couldn’t help but mock him, and his mismatched eyes lifted to look at you—he didn’t say anything, but they sparkled with a begging hint.

His fingers palpitated against your chest as he did his best to undo the buttons there; one, two, three and four until his eyes took the view of your breasts.

He whined, cupping them gently in his warm palms. His whole body was warm; burning hot, aching like his cock in his trousers. You sensed the wetness of his tongue as he lapped at one of your nipples, giving it kitten licks. The touch made you take a step forward to press yourself on him, and Valarr’s hands moved to your shoulders to help you out of the chemise.

It’s only when you were finally in your naked glory that he lifted his head from your chest, traces of saliva decorating your skin pervertedly, and he looked at you. “You’re so beautiful. I’m just—I can’t stop thinking about you. All of my thoughts are burning about you.” He whispered and your skin shivered at the confession. His hands left your body so he could undo the cuisses and poleyns of his armor. If you weren’t so attentive, you would have missed the way his body seemed to lean toward yours, how his shoulders shook softly, how his breathing was labored.

The quilted and padded gambeson suits he wore under his armor smelled like sweat as Valarr’s hands furiously pushed the pants down; his patience now wearing thin as he moved his head to nuzzle your chest, whining out. “Please, please, please—” You heard him say, your hands moving to run through his hair, trying to comfort him in any way. But that only made him rut his hips toward yours, and you left his bare cock; thick, hard, leaking pre-cum already.

A loud moan escaped him as he hit the tip of his shaft against your thigh. You expected him to rub himself more, but his strong hands moved under your thighs and lifted you up.

A gasp echoed in the tent at his action and you had to wrap your arms around his head so he wouldn’t let you fall by accident. Valarr’s hands were tight as he held you up. You sensed his shaft brush against your ass a few times as he stepped carefully to be closer to the bed. “God, you’re so wet… I can feel it from here.” He whined, his eyes closed tensely for a moment before his heterochromia orbs looked at your face.

You half-expected him to throw you on the bed and do what he wanted, but one of his hands left your thigh, leaving you clenching it around his waist.

Your husband wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, his teeth biting down hard on his bottom lip so he wouldn’t moan so loudly. “Mpfhhph, Gods,” he whimpered, stroking his leaking cock a few times before letting the tip slap against your pussy. He looked at you, like asking for permission and you nodded. Valarr thrusted his hips up toward yours, his shaft rubbing between your folds to gather the wetness of your pussy.

His body was burning up against yours, the tip of his member all hot and sensitive in a way you had never seen before. You wondered what was going on through his mind at that moment; what had happened for him to become all needy. 

The thoughts escaped your mind when you felt the push of his tip against your hole when he teased it just for a second. The hand he still had on your tight gripped it firmly, making sure you wouldn’t escape. “Valarr, come on, my love.” You spoke in his ear and he had enough; his hips thrusting up and burying his cock deep inside you in one movement. You gasped at the stretching feeling, a little burning sensation coursing you before it dimmed down. But, Valarr? He cried out; the noise resonating in your ears, it was a mix of a whimper and a moan. It was pathetic and perverted. It reminded you of the first time he had ever fucked you.

“S’so warm… You’re so warm, wife.” He ended up by saying, his breath hitting the skin of your neck as he nuzzled there.

His hands ended up lowering you down on his cock until he was fully inside, his tip almost kissing the gummy spot of your cervix but not enough for it to hurt. You can feel the veins along his shaft pulsating against your fluttering walls, your wetness coating all the way to his base, his bush tickling your cunt. All your thoughts disappear finally when both of Valarr’s hands squeeze the fat of your ass, a groan escaping him when he starts to bounce you on his cock.

“Gods—Yes, just… Like that. Please, please, wife…” He whimpers against your skin, his pathetic little whines echoing inside the tent. You wonder what would happen if someone was to brush the curtain aside, take a peek of what was happening here. You think of your husband being all embarrassed, of the people mocking him for the way he felt; your pussy clench at the thoughts. A low grunt gets past his lips at the feeling of you squeezing him in. 

Your own hands moves to tug on the fabric of his quilted jacket that he still wore while fucking you, your face in his shoulder. Valarr’s hips thrust up to meet yours in uncoordinated pace, jerking as he whines and cries out. “Need your pussy, I just need it so much.” You hear him say, even though he is already inside you, cock buried deep. “Shhh, it’s alright, my love. You have it.” You can’t help but voice back at him in a quiet whisper.

He can feel his legs shaking at the tone of your voice; all praise with the slightest hint of mocking him. His fingers sink into your asscheeks as he manhandles you up and down.

Your body bounces on his shaft, your own quiet moans mixing with Valarr’s whines makes a melody inside the Targaryen’s space. Your gummy walls are molding around his cock to make him more comfortable; you can feel his tip pressing and rubbing the interior of your pussy so deep with the position. Your husband’s mouth trails down from your neck, where he was nuzzled a few seconds before, down to your breasts that are bouncing against his clothing.

He desperately tries to suck a nipple inside his mouth but the thrusting of his hips makes it impossible. He only extends his tongue out to give licks to your bud each time your tit bounces up near his mouth. Valarr’s mismatched eyes are glossy when he looks up at you, seeing the sheen layer of sweat on your forehead or how your eyebrows furrow at the pleasure. Suddenly, his hands move to your thighs and he throws your body onto the bed. You gasp as his cock is pulled out of your soaked hole, as your back hits the mattress and you bounce on it, or as the bear fur caresses your skin.

“I need to feel you entirely.” You hear him say before he lifts a knee to the bed. His strong hands grab both your legs and he pulls you toward him with force so your ass is on the edge of the bed. Then, he throws your shoulders on his shoulders before the tip of his cock is pushed back inside your cunt. Your back arches from the bed and your hands go to grip at the bear fur, tugging on it.

Valarr jerks his hips, tip hitting your walls as he is balls deep inside your cunt. “Valarr, Gods.” You moan out and his body moves to lean above you, his hands now resting on each side of your face. 

The position he takes you in folds your body in two, making him able to hit deeper inside your warmth. Your lips part in surprise at how needy and impatient he is being, so unlike himself. His cheeks are flushed red, his body is warm to the touch (as much as you can touch). “Your pussy s’good… I just need to stay inside. Please, can I?” He cries out, hips thrusting against yours to slam his cock into your pussy. Your ass is lifted up from the mattress from the position. He doesn’t really wait for an answer for his question, his thoughts still all hazy and full of you. 

His tip hits a certain spot inside your cunt now that he has you laying down, and your legs shakes on his shoulders. One of your hands moves to his hair, brushing that silver strand before you decide to pull on the locks. He hisses at the feeling, one eye closing before he lunges his lips against yours, his pace never faltering. Valarr’s saliva immediately mixes with yours when your jaw goes slack. His tongue is warm as it plays with your own, and you moan at the same time your husband does. It’s messy, heated; his teeth clash against yours a few times, but not hard enough for it to hurt.

You swear you can feel his hands everywhere on your body now—buried in the fat of your hips, caressing your knees, pinching your nipple. It’s so stimulating that your own thoughts go crazy.

His cock stretches the gummy walls of your pussy so good, your juices sticky against your folds and on the length of his member. It creates squelching noises echoing in the tent, vibrating inside your ears to remind you of the perverted action. Valarr breaks the kiss after a second, his breathing labored and lips red. “I can’t… I can’t get enough of you. I love being inside you. I love how you take me so good.” He praises, making you clench.

His pace fastens just slightly as he angles his hips to bury himself deeper, your walls taking him so snugly. A multitude of whines and whimpers escapes him as he leans back finally, just so one of his hands can sneak between your bodies. He seems to not really think of his actions when the position is suddenly changed again. Valarr grabs your hips firmly, manhandling your body to roll you on your stomach. You immediately get it and your knees lift before you arch up toward him. 

Your face and chest are almost concealed into the bear fur now, your breathing labored from changing positions again, but all the thoughts disappeared when Valarr slammed his cock back inside the warmth of your pussy. Your body was sent forward but he held you by the hips to keep you where you were, his grip tight. You can hear him moan and whine out behind you, but you’re too focused on your pleasure to look at him. 

The new posture makes his tip hit directly against your g-spot, and so, your lips parted to let loud moans escape. Your arms shifted up against the bear fur bed to make your chest press harder down and your butt arch up. “Like, that… Just like that, Valarr.” You praised him with a trembling voice and his pace fastened to meet your expectations. His balls started to slap against your slick clit, creating slap-slap-slap noises all around the both of you. Even though his body moved with a mind of its own, but felt the shake of his hands on your hips.

“You’re… You’re dripping on me.” He grunted after a few seconds.

One of his hands moved to your shoulder, and he held it for support as he slammed his cock inside you. A cry of his name escaped you before it was muffled by the bear fur as you moved your face into it. Valarr’s second hand sneaked between your thighs just so he could press three of his fingers flat against your slick and sticky clit. He rubbed the bud of nerves with a controlled pace; like he knew you like. The stimulation made you arch against him, and his tip rubbed your gummy walls. 

“My wife… You’re so good. You’re so good to me.” He whimpered pathetically behind you, his balls slapping against your pussy. “I can’t, please, mhpfhhh… I love being inside your cunt.” You wondered what kind of thoughts he was having for saying those types of perverted sentences to you. He was usually so controlled with his words. His pace became all clumsy, his tip continually hitting your g-spot as Valarr babbled about how good your cunt was for him. You felt your lower belly heat up, your thighs shaking as he kept thrusting inside you.

“Valarr—I’m going to come! Gods, don’t stop!” You cried out at him, hands closing in fist against the bear fur. Your husband whined, and you felt his face rest against the skin of your back, the fabric of his jacket scratching your epiderm. His breathing was labored and warm, making you shiver. His pelvis rutted against your ass, his cock soaked in your juices that coated your folds and his balls. They were sticky each time they slapped your cunt. The tent was filled with perverted noises; squelching, slap-slap-slap, moans and whimpers. It was such a sweet melody of love.

It sufficed of another few circles against your clit and his bulbous tip hitting your gummy spot for you to come. “Valarr, my love! Gods, yes!” Your voice was loud as your orgasm took over all your thoughts and your body shook.

The muscles in your thighs ached, your cunt squeezed his cock inside your warmth as you soaked him in your juices. It was hard to keep your ass up with how much you were squirming around and trembling, but Valarr’s hands were tight on your hips now as he kept thrusting. He grunted at the feeling of your walls clenching around him but that helped him get closer to his own orgasm.

“Coming, fuck, coming!” He grumbled, before adding, “Going to fill you up, precious. I’m going to… fuck, I have to. I have to fill your pussy up.” Valarr’s hips jerked against your ass before a loud gasp escaped him and his hands trembled on your body. He thrusted forward one last time, burying himself so deep inside you that you felt his tip kiss your cervix. A flood of warm cum filled your cunt up; thick creamy-white semen painting your walls. It was so much that his come had to leak out of your sloppy hole, drip between your folds due to the position of your body. Globs of it coated his balls and as he pulled away slowly from your warmth, he realized you had left a creamy ring at the base of his cock—his bush was also coated in your juices.

Valarr’s breathing was labored as he let his body fall besides yours on the bed, bear fur caressing the skin of his ass. Suddenly, all was clear and back to normal. His body wasn’t burning up any more, his thoughts were clear (as clear as they could be after sex). The fabric of his padded jacket was sticky to his back and arms, sweat against the clothing while the pants were still pooling at his ankles. He couldn’t care about anything else but you, though. He felt the weight shift on the mattress as you moved to lay beside him in a better position. 

His hands moved immediately and he covered your bare body and his lower-half with the bear fur covers, mismatched eyes looking up at your face. “Was it good? I haven’t hurt you, have I?” He ended up by asking, his voice low like it was a secret only you were allowed to hear. You shook your head. “No, you haven’t. It was quite pleasurable, actually, my love.” His cheeks flushed at the petname, even if he was used to hearing you say it.

He rolled on his side to look at your face, blue and brown meeting your orbs. You had always loved that particular feature of his. Like the sea and the forest meeting.

His left hand moved, his fingers gently creating random patterns on the slight-sweat covered skin of your upper arm. “Should I tell you about how all this started?” And then, he started his story about the fortune teller, the drug in the wine, the sudden warmth of his body.

But through all that, all you could think about was; the fortune teller had a vision of Valarr fucking you? Oh, Gods.

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You can feel him smile against your throat (that ghost of a thing he saves for moments when no one is watching and he is too undone to be cruel about being happy). And he'll still not get up. Not even shift his weight a fraction actually. You tell him your arm is going numb and he only tightens his hold. You tell him he's heavier than a horse and he hums in lazy agreement (you flatter me), and refuses to rise.

You try to wriggle. He clamps down like a man who's caught something he's been hunting his life and is not, under any circumstance, letting it crawl free.

And so it becomes negotiation of sorts. Because everything with Aerion is a negotiation.

You offer him things. You barter.

If you let me sit up I will stay another hour. If you let me breathe I will let you put your head in my lap. One limb at a time, Aerion. Give me back my left arm and you may keep the rest of me.

He weighs each offer with the gravity of a king brokering treaties. Sometimes he accepts. Sometimes he counters with lazy, greedy want: the arm for a kiss. The arm for your fingers in my hair. The arm if you swear you won't leave.

The answer is always the same (no, I'm not going anywhere, you ridiculous creature, get off me) and he hears the not going anywhere and conveniently forgets the rest. And the weight stays.

Because here's the thing.

And this is the thing that guts you, sometimes, nestled with him in the dark—

Aerion has never in his life felt settled. Not as a child. Not as a man. His nervous system runs at a perpetual high pitch. That thin, fevered hum you can hear under everything he says. And the only thing (the only damned thing) that has ever shut it off is the press of your body against his.

When he's on top of you like this, weight settled, breath synced, he's quiet. His hands stop their restless drumming, his jaw stops its mad little ticking. The awful electric current of him goes still. And he knows, with the awful animal cunning of someone who's spent a lifetime taking what comfort he could before it was snatched away, that the moment he lets you up... all of it comes back.

So of course he doesn't. Why would he do something like that?

So you bargain.

And the worst part (the part you will not say aloud, not even to yourself, certainly not to him) is that some treacherous, stupid corner of you doesn't actually want him to move. That the weight is the closest thing to being kept that you've ever felt. That when he finally, grudgingly, rolls a fraction off your ribs and lets you drag in a real breath, you find yourself reaching after him without meaning to anyway.