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You poked Daeron's unconscious body, face down in the pillows as he slept soundlessly. He had not even taken his tunic off.
In wonder you watched. Of all things to be of your wedding night this is what came of it. He had gotten too drunk to even kiss you, lay you down on your now-shared bed and finish the night the way all good, honourable Prince's do. Would you dare wait at his side the entire night, hoping he would stir, wake up and see to you as he should? It was intimately humiliating.
The silence overwhelmed you and you stood, swivelling on the spot, retrieving the closest cup to fill with wine. If only there were some wildfire for you to knock back, put yourself out of your eternal misery. You raised the cup above Daeron's head, close to tipping the contents over his head, maybe that would stir him? Instead, you threw back the entire cup of wine in no more than two gulps, and cleared your throat loudly. Daeron did not twitch.
You scraped a chair loudly across the stone. Daeron did not twitch. You dropped a stack of books to the floor. Daeron did not twitch. For a moment you wondered if he were breathing, unfortunately, he was. In a huff you flicked your hair back over your shoulders and turned, leaving him to dream in the company of only misery.
The halls were eerily quiet after the celebrations, of what should have been the happiest day of your life. Your hair remained still up, as it had been for the ceremony, heavy with jewels and braids. It seemed a dreadful waste to remove and put away. You made your way down the corridor slowly, feet in stockings and slippers, dragging along the stone floors lazily. There was no sense of urgency for anything now, everyone had disappeared, assuming you were being seen to by Daeron, becoming a woman in your own right. If you could not be satisfied in your chamber - on the one night that it truly mattered most - at least the books would give you imaginary contentment.
Truthfully, you had found a short book on Princess Olaena. It remained in the library despite its detailed lustful and intimate content. When you had originally found it, your heart almost leapt out of your chest at the discovery. It was life changing and the only thing that could keep you mildly entertained this night. Especially the fourth chapter.
You pushed the heavy library door open with a low creak and kept your eyes wandering low, at the stone, admiring how gorgeous your new black satin slippers were; embroidered at the toes in bright red stitching were flowers you did not know the name of. As you meandered you realised in your haste you had left your cup of wine back in your chamber.
Such a night. To know more of your guests were fucking more than you were. May they all be dull and uncomfortable, you blew a raspberry to yourself, consumed in thought.
There was light in this room already, a low orange glow of candles flickering amongst the peace. You lifted your gaze half-heartedly, as you began to search for your special book, and staring back at you just as perplexed, was Baelor. In the silence you only blinked. Words had escaped your mouth like your respect for Daeron had left you on this night.
"Forgive me, Princess." Baelor spoke slowly in that rich gentle tone of his. "I'm not certain this is the room for you on this night?" He blinked at you from across the room, as you played nervously with the ring on your middle finger. Until this moment you had not yet touched your wedding ring.
You laughed gently through your nose, in agreement mayhaps, Baelor was certainly right. It was too dreadful to process fully, nor say aloud. You could only gaze around at the mountain of books surrounding Baelor.
"Indeed. You are correct. It seems I am to get more from the books than Daeron this night." You wrapped your silk shawl by the tie around your waist tightly, realising only then you were stood somewhat exposed. "He has fallen asleep...too much wine."
Baelor was sat writing, a cup of wine at his side. He tilted his head as an eyebrow gently raised in disgust at the thought.
"I'm surprised you are still up." You finally said as you began to search for the book, hoping it had not been removed by a conservative Lord or Maester. Maybe tonight you would finally just take it for yourself, back to the chamber and hide somewhere. So it would never be destroyed or moved by someone else.
"Matters in the realm need attending to regardless of the hour." Baelor briefly looked down at his parchment, then he put down his pen, sitting back in his chair.
You found the book and pulled it from the shelf without word, your heart stupidly fluttered as you held its weight against your chest. It was safe in your hands.
You anxiously analysed the room, wondering where to sit. You could not sit too close to Baelor. After such a rambunctious day, you did not want to disturb him in what he likely had hoped would be some hours of peace. The chair closest to the fire seemed most apt, most welcoming. It would keep you warm. Unlike your husband. Prince.
Your eyes flickered up to Baelor as you sat down, noticing he had removed his pins from his black and red tunic. His belt too.
"May I ask what you are reading Princess?" Baelor asked, your eyes found him again and darted back to the spine of the book. "You selected it most quickly."
"The story of Princess Olaena." You felt no reason to lie, given your circumstances, and Baelor was no hostile character to you in this castle. You were certain he would be intrigued rather than disgusted.
Baelor intertwined his fingers together on the table as he sat forward, his mind trying to recall the name. You finally had found something he was not informed on, and it was quite a delight.
"Second daughter of King Raerhys. I enjoy reading about her life. It's most unique." You answered as he had not, and tried not to sound too self-righteous. As you sat back you could feel the fire's heat at your legs; if Baelor had not been there you would have removed your stockings to let your skin breathe..
"I don't recall the name." Baelor watched you as you opened the book to the first page, your toes wriggling against the floor in your stockings. "I seldom read of the Princesses growing up, but, grew quite fond of them in my age."
"That's unfortunate. I believe all Prince's should read of their ancestors, regardless of their sex."
You didn't look up but felt his eyes remain on you. You knew you were being petulant because of your misfortune. It was surely to be understood, sympathised with. Your new husband Prince favoured wine above you and all other things. Of course you knew that now, but for this one night you had secretly wished it would not be true. Daeron you owed you that little and still could not satisfy.
Baelor took his letter from the Prince of Dorne and carried it with him to the chair opposite you. You turned to the next page already, trying hard to remain focused on the book, but your eyes slightly lifted, seeing Baelor settle in the chair opposite you. His elbows rested on the arms and one hand lifted to scratch his beard.
"I waited some time." Finally, you spoke, your eyes still focused on the book. The only sound emitting from the room was the gentle hot crackle of the fire beside you both.
"I had hoped he would wake, that maybe he was closing his eyes for a few minutes of rest before we-" You looked up as Baelor caught your eye; the two tones of his iris' were deeply fascinating. "Well, I needn't explain."
"I am neither surprised, nor impressed." Baelor continued watching you as you read. Your long eyelashes twitched as your eyes swivelled across the page reading. It was indeed warm in the room and you scratched the side of your neck closest to the fire. "I can't recall of hearing of a Princess residing in the library on the night of her ceremony."
"And I suddenly am feeling so much brighter." You rested your finger against the page, as a bookmark, and closed the book swiftly. "It fills me with quite the delight to know that."
"I didn't mean to upset you, Princess, I merely-" Baelor stuttered, a first. You stared back at him, watching as he shuffled in his seat, straightening up.
"I care not." You lied. "Daeron has not once been intentionally cruel to me. I don't believe for once that this is the worst thing that could have happened this night. I am no victim here."
"Correct, Princess, but it is the night of your ceremony, and this is most, well, un-ceremonious." Baelor nodded gently as he spoke to you. You sighed as you turned to gaze at the fire, quickly becoming transfixed by the dance of flames.
"Hmm." You hummed, watching the wood crackle against the fire.
You were a Targaryen now. It was important to remind yourself of that. Your babes would carry that blood of the dragon, but hopefully more of your own blood than Daeron's.
"And you look most beautiful." Baelor said almost sadly, noticing your legs shift in the chair.
You blinked at him as you pressed your lips together, your book remained closed. For some reason you couldn't quite open it up again. You glanced to the piece of paper he held loosely, and watched as he scrunched it up, tossing it onto the fire.
"My nephew - your Prince - quite the fool of the seven kingdoms this night." Baelor was trying to appease you, but you rose from your chair sullenly with a plan to go back to the bookshelf. You felt a tug at your wrist.
Baelor held you tightly enough to stop you, but not to cause distress. He moved his hand into yours, taking the book from your grip, he tossed it aside as if it were entirely redundant.
"I meant not to upset you, Princess. Sincerely." He stood, and as he rose he towered above you, gently lifting your face by the chin to look at him. Properly.
You scowled as your eyes glossed, unable to look away from the intensity of Baelor's gaze. He kissed you on the lips, cautiously as if you were a cannon about to explode any moment. He took your hands in his and raised them slowly up to the space between your breasts.
The sensation clouded your mind, your judgement. It was all you had asked of Daeron this night. His soft wet lips pressed against yours. You could have crumpled to your knees then and there. Baelor moved one hand to your face, gripping you passionately. His hand moved up into your long hair, to the back of your neck. You hummed softly at this intimate act - Baelor's tongue was rolling across yours, it was almost surreal. You were unsure if you had passed out beside the fire and had dreamt of this intimacy.
Minutes passed, Baelor had no desire to pull away for air. He pulled in your body to rest against his, then around to your back, his fingers traced the shape of your spine against the silk material of your shawl. You felt a swelling heat between your legs, a ripple of goosebumps that almost immobilised your body, your senses. Finally you pulled your lips noisily from his.
"This, this is not wise." You licked your puckered lips, breaking free from Baelor's hold despite how comforting, reassuring it felt. "And here? Of all places." You felt breathless almost suddenly, like the wind had been knocked out of you.
Baelor watched you, his cheeks red, and he nodded slowly. The weight of what he did had resonated and it was ludicrous. His nephew's wife. This was no place for the Prince first in line to the throne, and a Princess. Baelor knew you deserved a bed, a throng of blankets, pillows. Not a room of stone and paper.
"Maybe not so." His voice trembled, and he cleared his throat curtly.
Baelor looked at your body, dressed in a white silken gown and lilac shawl. His eyes followed the shape of your body, the curves of your womanly waist, the fullness of your breasts. Your erect nipples showing through the thin material.
You swallowed in thought; best to leave the room before you would make the night somehow worse. You picked up your book and looked to Baelor, his mouth still slightly open. Before you could say a word, or Baelor, you nodded and hastily left.
The heat of the room had indeed clouded your judgement. A need for intimacy in your most vulnerable moment. Your skin was hot, as was your desire for this physical affection, yet you had walked away from the one person willing to give you it that night. Your night would end with Daeron, your Prince. Husband. The eldest son. You made your way up the steps, along the hollow empty hallway. The cool air hit your skin much needed, like a wave of fresh water against your face.
You felt his hand in yours before you had even heard his quick steps.
Baelor took your hand, pulling you in the direction he guided. You were almost dazed, unsure if this was still happening. But your feet were moving, your limbs had not seized up. The door closing snapped you back into place and you turned to see Baelor lock the door of the room you both remained in now.
Baelor pulled you in against his warm torso, his hands both at your face, caressing you, stroking you. He inhaled as your lips thrashed against each other, and it wasn't long before Baelor's tongue sought yours, slipping into your mouth. A sigh escaped his mouth, low and carnal. Relieved and hungry. You placed your hands at his chest, feeling the material of his soft velvet tunic. Gently, you dug your nails into him.
"Baelor." You sighed into his mouth and pulled back gently, his hands remained at your face.
"Princess." He spoke softly.
"Is this right?" You asked, unable to even blink.
"Is it right you were left alone on the night of your ceremony? Your Prince to not fulfil what he vowed to do only hours ago?" Baelor asked so intently, so convincingly you could no longer question it. You shook your head then, to the - "Hand to the King I am. I shall fulfil my duty, as Daeron cannot."
You nodded as you pushed your lips back onto his, feeling his hands grip onto you tighter knowing you now accepted him. Baelor released your face and you felt them down at your shoulder blades.
"Where are we?" You asked, still attached to his mouth. He stopped kissing you and slowly inhaled; you smelled so sweet, so delicious to him.
"My chamber." Baelor exhaled finally and his fingers ran down your back, the sensation so pleasureful you lifted your chin. With his thumb and index finger he brought your chin back down and kissed your bottom lip, dragging his lips up to take over your top lip too. You moaned into his mouth, uncontrollably. Is this what you had been missing out on? This level of pleasure, intimacy, physical touch? Your chest drummed under your silk gown, you wondered if Baelor could feel it vibrate against his.
Baelor rolled his tongue into your mouth until you moaned again, angling his head in a way that made you want to melt to the floor. He wasn't quick, he was taking his time in devouring you, taking over. Your hands lifted to his doublet, unbuttoning slowly until it was loose enough for Baelor to shake off his body. He removed your shawl from your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor, and you realised then you had never been so vulnerable in front of a man until now. Your summer nightgown was slight, and left barely anything to the imagination.
"No small clothes?" Baelor asked as his hand ran up the side of your body, from the bottom of your hips to side of your breast.
"I didn't believe I needed them." You pulled your mouth away from his and looked down at his body, you were both somehow still standing.
Baelor removed his boots as you remained where you stood, though you longed for the bed. His bed. The day had been long, the most tiresome day you had since arriving at King's Landing. You put your hands to your chest in thought, digging your nails in gently watching Baelor stand straight, his eyes dragged across your body to take you in.
"You are quite the sight." He spoke carefully and put his hands over yours, caressing your breasts. "Do you like this?"
Baelor put his mouth against your cheek and remained there for a second, before kissing you slowly across to your mouth. You closed your eyes, trying to calm your breathing; you had to remind yourself to actually breathe. You nodded and moved your hands away to let him touch you. God's, you wanted those hands everywhere, anywhere. You wanted him to explore you, claim you. You felt that heat between your legs you had felt when Daeron asked you to be his. Only, this felt more intense.
"What else would you like me to do?" He asked pulling his mouth noisily from your glistening lips, you could feel his fingers tracing circles around your nipples
There were stories you had heard, overhearing the maidens, overhearing Aerion, Lord's. Physical acts. Desires. Though you had never experienced more than a kiss prior to this night, you knew your body craved his body, his cock.
"Please, anything." You sighed and opened your eyes; his hands smoothed down the front of your body and when he caressed your stomach you flinched from the ticklish arousal it sent through your body.
You were no longer being held at an arm's length. Baelor turned you around as he fit his face into the side of your neck, amongst your hair. He felt the tops of your thighs, doughy enough to make him hum into you like an animal. Baelor didn't stop until they were over your most intimate, softest. Most untouched.
Baelor kissed your neck as his fingers lightly grazed you between your legs. He let out a delighted moan into you, how wet you were already, you were practically dripping.
"Would you like me to taste you, Princess?" Baelor whispered against your skin, his other hand moving your hair away from your neck for him to better kiss you. Every kiss was deliberate, tender, lingering longer than the last.
"Mm, yes." You managed, somehow, feeling one of his fingers slide between your wet folds, you opened your eyes. "Taste me."
You were stepping away from Baelor towards his bed. He watched you with glowering eyes, finally following you, with his fingers at his breeches to free himself. With your back against the bed, you put your hands to the straps of your gown and used your finger tips to slowly remove them. There was no desire for clothes, nothing to sit between you and Baelor now.
Baelor lifted you onto his bed effortlessly, his hands at your waist. He pushed you up further until he had the perfect access between your legs. You felt shameful, but selfish. It was the deed for your wedding night. If your husband could not see to it-
Baelor was lifting your gown, revealing your soft legs, your knees, your thighs, and then your waist. You suddenly felt shy, being so exposed. Baelor was not taking this lightly, he gazed up at you with his intense eyes shifting to each of your eyes. He put his mouth to you, and you had never felt the same. Baelor's tongue separated your wet folds, releasing an impassioned groan from your throat. His mouth was warm, his tongue wet, tasting you slowly.
"Oh God's." You held onto your chest as you felt him settle between your legs. You were far enough onto his bed, he was able to rest on his torso comfortably, his elbows resting on the outer sides of your thighs.
You rolled your hips uncontrollably, into his face, his tongue widened as he licked you from bottom to top, flicking over your clit. The sensation almost bewitched you, consumed you mind, body, soul. Baelor's fingers dug into your marshmallow thighs, gripping and squeezing you adoringly. If his mouth felt this enchanting, how would his cock feel inside you, stretching and filling you senseless.
"Princess," Baelor removed his mouth from your glistening cunt for a moment, licking his bottom lip enticingly. "You are heavenly."
Baelor put his mouth back to you, lowering his head to tease your entrance with the tip of his tongue, pressing lightly enough to make you moan out again. Loud enough to make you put your hands over your mouth. He dragged his tongue up between your soaking folds again, slowly, to your clit, flicking you and sucking you. You had lost all sense of time, how long he had devoured you for, until you felt that alien sensation.
"Baelor, I-" You had been holding your breath, unsure what was happening. "I feel something is about to happen." You managed and Baelor continued his movements.
He refused to cease, until your thighs clenched around him, you were trembling and had ran your hands through your hair, through Baelor's. Another flick of his tongue and you released, crying out with your lips pressed together, your hand at your mouth. It was a sensation you had never experienced yet, a spark wavering within your core, almost as if you were to wet yourself.
"You came in my mouth." Baelor pulled away from you noisily, his lips puckered, wiping his mouth on the inside of your thigh.
"I'm so sorry." You exhaled shakily, looking down at him, red faced and flustered.
"Don't you dare be." Baelor lifted himself up straight onto his knees, removing his clothes. He unleashed his strong torso adorned in dark downy chest hair. As your hands drifted to your gown to remove, he took over your hands.
Baelor lifted your gown, his eyes transfixed on your body, pushing it over your head and across the bed. You lay beneath him, your hands over your breasts. Baelor gently pushed them away and caressed your breasts now free.
You couldn't help but look down at his body, thicker than you had believed him to be, and of course, his cock. Dark and hairy, lifting upward, hard and erect for you and you only. Your hand drifted down to it, and as you felt him, he sighed. Baelor shifted his weight, cautious not to smother you in force, but it felt comforting. It turned you on.
Baelor felt big in your hands, as you massaged him, your hands wandered down to his balls, big and solid. He twitched and looked at your face, his lips planting kisses across your face, your lips.
"Princess?" Baelor was curious, you had such a firm hold over him suddenly.
"Did I hurt you?" You loosened your grip and held his hairy, veiny forearms.
"No." Baelor smiled as his brow tensed. He moved his hands across your full breasts, squeezing, moulding, though they were more than a handful.
Baelor pushed his face to your heaving breasts, his tongue rolling out over your nipples. He sighed as he sucked you, licking you, massaging them with both hands, pushing up so they were close together. You put your hands over his, squeezing him encouragingly. The sensation made you arch your back, lifting your wetness against the tip of his cock, you almost flinched beneath him.
"Mm." You hummed, Baelor's lips soon found their way back to yours, his beard grazing against your soft cheek.
"Would you like my cock now, Princess?" Baelor spoke into your mouth, his lips hovering just over yours. His voice was low, authoritative but you were not scared of him. You had never been scared of him.
But the Prince of the realm asking you this, it was something you could not comprehend or have ever imagined. His eyes transfixed on yours, trying to read you. When Baelor looked at you, it felt like he was staring through your soul, reading your mind. You nodded.
Baelor parted your legs slightly by the knees, pushing his thighs to the bottom of yours. You watched down curiously at your bodies, how different you both were. Baelor adorned in dark hair, olive skin, a body weathered by years of training, fighting. His veiny hands held his throbbing erection; it was thick and though you had nothing else to compare it to, you wondered if it would even fit.
You felt his tip press between your legs, between your folds, he spread you gently rubbing against you. The sensation pleasurable enough to make you close your eyes and lick your top lip in anticipation.
"Wet you are." Baelor exhaled, as he took in your beauty from above.
To Baelor, you felt divine. You were not easily intimidated. He enjoyed watching you moan, seeing you pleasured so. Your lips enchanted him, and he couldn't get enough of you.
"Shall I fetch a cloth?" You began to sit up but he pushed you gently by the sternum, you fell back into the bedding. Baelor shook his head at you with a smile.
Baelor eased the tip of his cock inside you, deliciously wet, and soon had you crying in pleasure. The sensation of him filling you up was ethereal and unlike anything you had ever experienced. You throbbed between your legs, most exquisitely. Baelor collapsed onto you, his elbow resting into the bedding beside your shoulder and his hands taking your face.
"That's good." He spoke against your cheek softly, breathily, and you nodded, turning your face to kiss him. A carnal, animalistic need to have his mouth on you, his tongue tasting you, lapping you up. You mouth had him but it wasn't long before Baelor took over, his mouth enveloping yours, his tongue melting into your mouth. You moaned softly, his cock stretched you as he thrust into you.
There was little space between your bodies, Baelor made sure to be as close to you as physically possible. You felt slick from his body heat, the back of your neck began to perspiring. He ran his hands, his fingers, through your long hair, tugging you gently as he fucked you. You moaned into his mouth, against his face, his neck, and he sat up.
"On your side." He instructed you.
Baelor watched your naked body move underneath him, watching your backside turn, your breasts shaking at every movement you made. He settled behind you, his arm under the side of your neck to support you. As his hand spread your cheeks, you wondered why he did not want to look at your face, until he fucked you from behind. Then you understood.
Baelor's cock slipped into you more easily this time though it was not without the sound of your cries at the sensation. You put your face into the bedding as Baelor gripped your lower waist from behind, building momentum, speed. His sighs into your ear, his lips at your neck, his hand at your breast, almost made your eyes roll back into your skull. He felt bigger, as if he were reaching you deeper. It was not possible, and yet-
Your hands stretched out, desperate to hold something. Bedding bunched in your palms, fistfuls, as you were fucked into a daze by the Prince of the realm. You bent forward and it felt more glorious, deeper, fuller.
"God's, Baelor." You strained, your voice high-pitched.
It hurt but oh, it was so enchanting. Addictive. You wished for every night to end like this, as Baelor came inside you.
You were sat uncomfortably in the oppressively dry heat, watching the knight's contend in the tourney celebrating your engagement to Aerion. You fanned your chest and squinted, watching Valarr prep for the battle. In your lap, a red silk ribbon to bestow to Valarr. Baelor had suggested it as you made your way to the tourney. Only you felt dread to the very pit of your stomach at the notion. Aerion was sat on the other side of Baelor and Maekar, positioned lethargically and unbothered. Your hair stuck to the back of your neck, sweat formed at the hairs on your forearms.
As Valarr approached your box, positioned high from the ground, you stood up and smiled as best you could at him, stepping towards the edge. Valarr kept his helmet at his hip, his lance raised high and straight. He looked at you curiously, from your feet up to your head. He blinked at you then pouted in thought.
"Valarr," You said, and wanted to throw yourself from the stand and hard onto the floor. "Prince,you have my favour."
You dropped it carefully onto his lance. It spun all the way down, landing on his hand as it gripped the lance tightly. Valarr tied it properly to his lance and nodded without word, tensing his jaw at you. He begrudgingly looked to his family and then finally, to Aerion. You played with your hands as you watched, frozen on the spot. His eyes fluttered back to you, lingering just long enough to make you feel a gaping hole deep in your stomach. On the field, he was in his element. Valarr was the knight to conquer.
Valarr fought Ser Jonell Barbaeron first. You picked at your nail beds nervously as you watched Valarr, dressed in ethereal black armour. He made the first run. His speed picked up faster than Jonell's, his lance angled perfectly, knocking him immediately and cleanly from his horse at the first hit. The crowd erupted into cheers and jeers. It was almost boring for Valarr.
As the stewards helped Jonell back to his tent, the next knight readied. Ser Petyr Taro. You scratched the inside of your wrist, watching nervously, every time Valarr's horse picked up speed you wanted to be sick. The two came to blow, both knocking each other from their horses precisely at the same moment. You gasped as Baelor leaned forward, watching Valarr fall to the floor and crashing into the mud. It was a first. Valarr had not yet been knocked like this before.
Ser Petyr managed to roll over onto his back and slowly tried getting onto his feet, but Valarr was faster. Just as Ser Petyr was almost standing straight, Valarr threw him to the ground. Your family gasped, it took all of your will to not stand up. Valarr let out a wild, guttural shout, his armour splattered with mud. Ser Petyr flew backwards into the mud and Valarr was on top of him, using Ser Petyr's own shield and crashing it down into chest. Baelor pressed his hands into his knees, tilting his head. You heard Aerion let out a raucous laugh of approval and clap.
That night you managed to slip away to visit Valarr. You had been thinking of him since he had knocked Ser Petyr unconscious. He won, though he finished the tournament bloodied and bruised. Limping.
In bed he was propped up to rest, a cut on his lip, another below his eye. The maester had said it was nothing a few days in bed wouldn't heal. Nothing life-changing nor scarring. The rest were bruises and superficial. His dark hair was messed from the day's chaos.
Valarr was half asleep, but knew it was you as you rested your hand on top of his.
"I'll never make sense of it." He managed, tensing his jaw again.
Baelor
Baelor lives with his torment of knowing he will never be yours. He watches you at dinner, though he's careful not to linger his gaze for too long. If Maekar notices, he will never hear the end of it. During ceremonies, events, nameday's, he's most curious to see what you look like, what colour gowns you are wearing. How your hair will be styled, if you will be seated near him. Just the scent of you fills him with delight. But he knows to watch you from afar.
Your nameday, before you wed Maekar, he gifted you a gorgeous, antique pin decorated in ruby stones. It had quickly become one of your most prized possessions, one you wore almost every day of your life. Every time Baelor regarded you, he looked down at the pin. His heart ached.
The time passed only added to his yearning for you, it never eased. As your hair grew more platinum over time, and your brown hair disappeared, Baelor drowned himself in work, distraction. Father pressed him to find a Lady to become his Princess. No matter how beautiful the woman, how gorgeous the smile, fair the hair and stunning the gown, they were simply not you. Matters of the realm could only ease his yearning, his desires.
Maekar had to leave for Seven Sisters as per the King's instructions. There was unrest, and only Maekar knew how to deal with them. The dinner's became painful for Baelor, and you wanted his company thereafter in the most innocuous ways. You found him curious, how someone born from the same womb as Maekar could be so different, yet so similar in the smallest of ways.
You paid him a visit late after dinner, keen to give him some company, but you felt like you had disturbed him more than anything.
"Pardon, Prince." You smiled at him as he lifted his gaze to you briefly, then immediately back to his book. "I just came to fetch some parchment." You lied.
"Verily." He said indifferently, his hand gestured to the chair opposite him.
"Oh I don't mean to intrude." You said, wondering if you should have just told him the truth.
"No, please. The castle is big, many empty a room." Baelor said, his fingers adorned in gold rings turned the page of his book.
"Yes." You managed and sat, without any writing tools, hoping Baelor would soon provide.
Baelor cleared his throat. You were dressed in just a dark purple gown, a gold necklace he had not seen you wear before. Your hair was completely down, no braids, no jewels or garish accessories. His eyes fell to it, and his hand gently flexed into a fist. The pin.
You noticed him regard the pin. Baelor had gifted it to you after all, it became routine to wear like the shoes on your feet. Your hand fell to it, twirling it in thought. Nerves. Baelor's intense eyes drifted away as he leaned back to open a drawer.
"I am relieved to see you like your pin, Princess." He said in his rich but gentle tone.
Baelor looked at your fingers playing with it, your chest taking quick shallow breaths that you were trying to conceal. You were nervous. He could see this now. If he could have his way, he would reassure you, have you on this very desk, lift your dress slowly until your thighs were exposed. He would bend to his knees and put his face between your legs, allow his tongue to come between your folds and enjoy your taste. Enjoy hearing your cries of pleasure, flinching underneath him.
"Oh, I do. I really do." You smiled and put your hands in your lap; you didn't know what to do with them.
Baelor handed you a roll of parchment, a quill. He then pushed forward a pot of ink and sat upright in his chair. Baelor tried not to, but your exposed collar bone, the tops of your shoulders appeared soft and he willed himself not to imagine kissing you from left to right. He willed himself not to imagine his hands squeezing your shoulders and massaging you, reassuring you. It made him despair, to know he could never. He would not ever.
Daeron
You sat on your side of the carriage as Daeron willed himself not to vomit from the motion. He closed his eyes tightly, his face pale.
The journey had just begun, no more than two hours in, to Seven Oaks. Daeron was not deemed fit enough to ride, and had been ordered to sit with you in the carriage.
“Do you need to vomit? I can call the steward-” You finally asked, noticing his pained expression had not eased.
“No,” He lied, pressing his lips together tightly and waving his hand nonchalantly. He opened his eyes. “I just need some water.”
“Your canteen.” You advised, it was beside his thigh. “I retrieved it before the journey.”
Daeron looked down at it and felt a tightening in his chest - of course you had sought it out beforehand. It pained him to no end, the extent of your thoughtfulness. He patted it then drank from it with a dramatic groan. Daeron had not a peaceful night sleep since the dire night of your wedding. Last night was no different, irregardless of the journey today.
Daeron swallowed and loudly sighed, letting his head fall back against the carriage wall.
"Too much wine last night." You did not ask, you knew.
Daeron was not well enough to ride with the others. You could see a patch of dried blood in his scalp as he moved, gesturing the obvious with his hand. Your heart sunk and you bit the inside of your lip.
"I hate journey's on the road. What may I say?" Daeron flashed you a look that caught you off guard. You were unsure if he held you in contempt, or himself.
He then made a sound as if he were about to throw up, then Daeron sat forward, making you lean away.
"Daeron, please, you must be sick. You will feel so much better." You almost begged him. The maester's always begged him this.
"No, no I don't."
Indeed he did. You pulled Daeron back into the carriage once he was finished, and slammed the door shut as the horses still continued. The guards had not noticed nor had they heard. Daeron drank his water and sat on the floor of the carriage, blinking slowly.
"You hurt yourself last night?" You asked him after a while of silence; you did not want to smother him with concern and attention, but he was, well, a mess.
Daeron wondered, he had no memory of the night prior. He touched his face for any cuts, bruises. You came to join him on the floor, unbothered your dress would get dusty. Daeron watched you, unsure, as you lifted your hand towards his hair. He flinched away from you like you were going to hurt him. As if your touch would singe his skin.
"Daeron." You almost tutted.
"Please, stop, just stop." Daeron angled his head away from you before you could touch him.
From his inside pocket he pulled a small canteen and took a long drink from it. It smelled sickly sweet, and left a trickle of dark liquid on his bottom lip.
You exhaled then regarded the canteen as he put it back away, hidden in his jacket.
Maekar
Maekar was overwhelmed with lust for you the day he met you. Instead of being intimidated by him, you regarded him with intrigue and even laughed at him when he tripped on one of the steps. You brushed the top of his arm with your hand and pulled back, suddenly unsure to touch him in front of your Prince, Baelor.
He felt an irrational anger that you were betrothed to Baelor, not him. It consumed him to no end, wondering, even to the point of asking the King himself, "why?". Through the ceremony he was poised as if there were a foul smell around him at all times. He was pleasant despite his true feelings, even hugging Baelor during the feast. You had tripped up the step to the table, and Maekar, instead of guffawing, helped you to your feet. Aware of how nervous the entire spectacle made you. Maekar could not make you stay away from him, despite your love for Baelor, you were too intrigued by him.
You were sobbing one evening, Baelor nowhere to be found. Maekar was almost asleep in his bath tub, alone, and the doors opened at once, your hand at your face. He flinched in the tub, the water splashing from side to side. You were not supposed to see him in such a way, but you were too upset, it did not matter. No one was around.
"God's, Princess, what is the meaning of this?" Maekar tutted, spat, as he gripped the sides of the tub.
You collapsed down in the chair near him and put both hands against your face. Your face wet from your tears, cheeks red.
"Forgive me, I'm just so-" You took a deep breath to try to stop crying. "Oh, I'm just not feeling myself today, Maekar."
Maekar attempted to cover himself to prevent you from seeing, but you were not looking his way entirely.
"Princess, must you tell me this now, if Baelor saw you here I would be-"
"I know, my Prince. I know. But where is he?" Your bottom lip wobbled as you dropped your hands to your lap. "I see him as often as my family." You were being dramatic.
Even the way you said "My Prince" to Maekar, it was like nails across his back.
Maekar scowled in thought as he looked for his wash cloth, but it was on the floor beside your feet. You stood up to fetch it and leant forward to give it to him, seeing Maekar fully in the flesh in the tub. It was certainly a sight.
"And what am I to do of this?" He covered his crotch with the cloth and sat upright, wiping his hot face with a wet hand.
"I don't know." You sniffed and took a deep breath. "I didn't know who else to see."
Maekar scoffed and then looked to you, your eyes glossed from crying, swollen, your face reddened. Your hands were trembling slightly in your lap, as you tried to look anywhere but Maekar.
"Well, turn, maybe. Don't sit there facing me like this. If you are to stay." Maekar was stern but there was no sting in his tone.
He watched you shuffle in the chair, moving it so you were facing the same wall Maekar was. Though you could not help yourself, looking to him again when he did not see.
"You may stay, but you will need to leave soon so I can get out." Maekar almost sighed at you but pressed his lips together and nodded.
Though, unfortunately for him, you were Baelor's wife, he had his duty. He would comfort you when you were upset, he would be there if Baelor could not.
Aerion
You were searching for Aerion though you did not wish to see him alone. At times it were as if he were actively avoiding you, though when you saw him, it felt like he was revelling in the engagement, the sight of you. It had been a relief you were to wed Daeron, and not this cruel creature who had burned you once as children. Whenever you saw him, the scar on your collar bone twitched.
Maybe you were being presumptuous, though you had seen him with it. Or at least you thought you had. Your bracelet gifted from Daeron. You wanted it back desperately and did not want to make a bigger deal out of it than necessary. You knocked on his door and when there was no answer you opened it cautiously, stepping in to his chamber.
You felt like a serpent sneaking into his chamber, and as you leant forward curiously you heard the sounds. They were unmistakable. It was a giggle, then an enchanted moan, a slap of skin. You stepped forward again, curiosity had taken over you now, and then, a gasp.
Aerion had her, of all women in the seven realms. Her. Your Lady in Waiting. Georgina. You were staring - but of course you were - your mouth had fallen open at the sight of Aerion fucking her from behind, on all fours. His white hair messed, hers wild. His hands were tightly holding her hips from behind, hers dug into the bedding. Knuckles almost white.
“Well, God’s. This is where you’ve been all this time?” Of all things to say this is what you managed.
“In, my chamber?” Aerion asked flatly, somewhat confused. He was surprised by your appearance apparently.
“I’m not talking to you.” Your eyes flickered from Aerion back to Georgina, whose face was flustered red.
She attempted to leave his bed but Aerion kept her in place, his hands still gripping her waist. He was still inside her.
“Is there something we can help you with? You are intruding something here.” Aerion spoke slowly, almost condescendingly to you.
“My bracelet. From Daeron. He says you have it here…with you.” You partly lied. You were distracted, embarrassed, trying not to stare at their naked, sweating bodies. Daeron was not remotely aware you had "lost" it.
You were being honourable. Like the noble women. Princesses. You were saving yourself for Daeron, and Daeron only. Your Prince. Aerion looked at you confused still, and that's what frustrated you most. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was slightly panting, and he twisted to look at either side of his bed. Georgina tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and avoided eye contact with you. There would be a time to discuss this all, now was not it.
“Ah this little thing?” Aerion lifted it up in his hand as if it appeared from thin air. "I found it the other day."
You scowled at him, and rubbed the tip of your tongue at the sharp point of your incisor in thought. His masculine torso was perspiring, toned and strong. Hairless.
Aerion was not moving from his bed to give it to you himself. You knew this. The faster this was all over, the better. You gathered the skirt of your dress with one hand as you marched to the bed, climbing onto it on your knees. It was ludicrously capacious. Of course it was.
As you extended your hand to take your bracelet he pulled away, like it was a game.
“Aerion, please, I do not have time for this foolery.” You sighed as he moved to hold it in his other hand.
“Are you certain this is yours?” He asked and you rolled your eyes.
“Of course it is, stop being a child.”
You leant forward to take it from him again but he moved quickly, and before you knew it you had fallen onto your front on his bed. Georgina had moved out of the way, to avoid your scuffle with Aerion. He turned you over onto your back and straddled you. You tried not to, but couldn’t help but look at his body on top of yours. It was humiliating.
“I’m being a child?” He repeated sarcastically, wiping the space above his top lip against the back of his hand. “You are the only child here, Princess. Yet to become a woman, are you not?”
“All this just to get my attention.” You scowled at him and squirmed underneath his naked body, almost with tears in your eyes.
Aerion looked at you as he tried settling his breathing. His violet-blue eyes blinked in thought, almost regretfully. You had always known he was not capable of being considerate. He did not speak for a moment, only panting loudly down at you. Georgina began to move from his bed but he grabbed her by the wrist, his eyes still on you.
“No. You stay where you are.” Aerion instructed her. “You may have your bracelet back, cousin.”
Aerion let go of Georgina and took your wrist tenderly. As if you were made of glass. Taking his time, he put your gold bracelet around your wrist and locked the clasp carefully. Slowly. You watched his hands at your wrist, gently, and for a moment he held your hand.
"You promised yourself to me, Princess, you remember?" Aerion's voice was low, careful, it scared you more than when he shouted.
The memory came screaming back to you. You had been no more than ten, visiting from Dragontone. Aerion taking you out of bed, telling you he needed to show you something, something you had to do together.
You squirmed and dragged yourself off his bed, rushing out of the room to forget it had ever happened. It had all just been a horrible nightmare.
"Get out." He told Georgina as he collapsed on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
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Maekar watched as you rode back into the camp with a smile on your face. Baelor helped you down from your horse and removed his gloves, his face pink from the adrenaline rush of riding. Your braids had remained well enough, but some of your hair was sticking out loose, your cheeks flushed pink also. Ser Roland stepped back to let you move around and you caught Maekar's eye. He had not joined this ride, you had mistakenly believed he was busy being entertained by a Lannister.
"You have put me to shame, Princess." Baelor exhaled with a broad smile on his face.
You began walking to your tent, keen to remove your boots and riding gear. Your skin felt hot with perspiration and as you looked to your side, through a crowd of celebrators, Maekar was marching to the same destination. You entered your tent and exhaled, a bowl of water and a cloth were waiting for you.
The tent was cool, sheltered from the early summer sun, and you smiled at your maid, Pia, who had been most excited to leave the castle grounds. A gown was laid out ready for you near your bed; summer-gold with maroon embroidery.
You heard the front of the tent open, quickly, and Maekar's voice cut through the peace in your tent.
"You are excused." He was telling your maids, Pia looked behind you but you did not turn. "You too." Maekar said brusquely and Pia nodded, following his orders.
The two of you were alone now in your tent, and as you turned, Maekar stepped closer towards you. His gait was heavy, loud. You had started to undress from your riding gear but paused, deciding to unbraid your hair.
"Did you enjoy your ride with Baelor?" Maekar almost spat.
"He is a slow rider." You shrugged your shoulder as your fingers loosened the braid, though it had been entertaining ride and a nice way to start your day.
"And you did not wish to invite me on this excursion?" Maekar said and as you turned to face him he took your hair with his hands, ensuring you were facing away from him. "Don't look at me."
"Baelor asked me. I assumed you were also joining." You felt his hands pull you gently, and you realised then he was unbraiding your hair, rather heavy-handedly.
"You assumed." Maekar repeated, lowering his voice. "And at what point did you realise I was not?"
You didn't answer, because you had quite enjoyed some time alone with Baelor. You were never alone with Baelor. Only his personal guard had joined you on this ride. Maekar noted your silence and pulled your hair until you were looking up at the tent ceiling.
"You stink of horse." He said, his lips pressed against your cheek.
Your hands held the lace at the front of your riding tunic, and slowly you loosened it until you could shake it off from your body. Maekar looked down at you, watching you undress. Once you were down to your underclothes, he twisted your hair around his fist and put his other hand down your body, between your breasts and across your stomach. You flinched from the ticklishing sensation and Maekar moved you, shuffling towards the bed.
Maekar moved his hand to your face, squeezing you by the cheeks, as he leaned his groin into your backside. It hurt only slightly, though the sensation of him pulling you turned you on. Now your arse was pushing back into his groin, all you wanted was for him to free himself and fuck you mad.
"Did you enjoy making me jealous?" Maekar mumbled, releasing some of your hair slowly, but just as you thought he was going to let you go, he tugged harder - you hadn't answered fast enough for him. "Hm?"
"Only a little." You confessed and Maekar bent forward, his hand moved to the top of your legs. Upward, his finger teased you, circling your clit. "Let me wash-"
"No, you're dirty. How I want you." He panted.
"Maekar, let me-" You insisted but so did his finger, entering you slowly, as he pulled your hair. You moaned softly it was almost inaudible.
Maekar kept a tight hold onto your hair as he fucked you from behind. With your legs tightly together, his fat cock felt thicker and deeper. Your moans of pleasure grew louder and he put his free hand to cover your mouth. Maeker groaned as he fucked you hard, his body slapping against your backside. He let go of your mouth and pushed deeper until you cried out, squeezing your eyes shut. The moment Maekar pulled away you moved, your back resting against the side of your bed. You looked at him, red faced, hair messed.
Before you could stop yourself you slapped him across the face and panted. Maekar took it and licked his lips, he stepped toward you, pinning you into the bed. As you raised your hand again to push him away he took you by the elbows.
"Get on the fucking bed." Maekar told you.
aerion
Your chamber had been peaceful, quiet, until Aerion came to bed. You watched as he undressed, wiping his wet mouth on the back of his hand. He flexed it as if he had hurt it, and came towards you, the bed.
Aerion climbed on top you, straddling you, with his knees either side of your torso. In the candlelight he looked menacing, his platinum hair almost glowing.
"You enjoyed yourself tonight, little lamb?" Aerion asked you calmly, then you knew instantly. "Dancing with those rats?" He stroked the side of your face, twirling a long strand of your hair around his index finger.
"Dancing with them because you wouldn't." You answered sweetly and softly, lifting your chin slightly.
Aerion released your hair from his finger and traced your collar bone with it.
"I don't dance, my Princess." Aerion muttered.
"And I must." You felt his hands at your breasts, squeezing them tenderly until you hummed underneath him. "I would be most judged for refusing all offers to dance."
"Hm." Aerion studied your face and gazed downward, his eyes drifting to your neck, your shoulders. He put his hands to your neck, but he did not squeeze. His thumbs grazed over your hyoid.
"Even your father danced." You spoke as his hands moved down again, down your body, to your waist, he began massaging you hard and squeezed you. Aerion lifted your dress upward, revealing your nude body underneath, your waist, your stomach, your breasts. He pulled it from your arms as you lifted them, and tossed it away from the bed. Aerion pinned your arms into the bed, by your wrists, completely at his mercy.
"I'm surprised you did not dance with my father." He muttered and you laughed underneath him.
Aerion's eyes trained on you, lingered down, squinting in thought; you could only wonder what was rolling through his devilish mind. Your chest heaved as you panted in anticipation. He began to kiss you intensely, tongue first, angling his head to push his tongue as far into your mouth as he could. You moaned and lifted your hips into him as much as he would allow, still straddling you hard.
He pulled back with a groan and kept his mouth open slightly, he squinted. Aerion shuffled his waist and you could feel him hard, rubbing against your groin.
"Why do you not dance with me?" You asked and he squeezed your wrists. "Is it so you can watch me with others?"
A smile crept on Aerion's face, and you had your answer. In that moment you had expected him to release you, and leave you. He had not slept with you for some days and you had gotten used to it once again.
Aerion pushed his hands to interlink his fingers with yours as he kissed you again, his tongue rapid and energetic, you were desperate to keep up. He dragged his nails across your palms, running his hands down the inside of your arms, to your shoulders, then at your neck.
Aerion pushed his fingers up into your hair across your scalp, down to the sides of your neck messily. He held you, then squeezing enough to make you arch your back. Aerion resisted his urge and caressed your face. He came back to your face, his tongue energetic and hot, rolling into your mouth against your tongue. You moaned and lifted your hips underneath him. You wanted him to choke you again, only if he fucked you whilst doing it.
You helped Aerion undress, almost tearing his clothes from him. A faded scar on his chest had fully healed from play-fighting with Valarr just weeks ago. Each time you kissed it, he became ravenous. You went to put your hands to his bare chest but he stopped you, with both of his hands at yours, Aerion guided you down to his fat erection sat just on top of your pussy. He didn't want to fuck you just yet. Not while he was having his foreplay fun with you.
valarr
You arrived to your chamber after Valarr. He was already sat in his chair by the fire, his legs spread lazily wide. Some of his clothes were strewn on the floor; his boots tossed, his unbuttoned jacket.
Valarr shifted in his chair as you closed the door behind you, locking it tentatively. He huffed and curiously you looked towards him.
"You are too beautiful tonight. Which makes it all the harder for me to be mad with you." Valarr looked like a wounded puppy, as his soft eyes looked from you, down your body, then to the fire at his side. You were dressed in your favourite light blue gown, lined with pearl-white stitching. It was Valarr's favourite gown too.
"I misspoke." You lowered your head and he nodded. "I only meant to help."
"It made me feel weak. My own wife could not side with me." He clenched his jaw; you hated when he did that because you only wanted to kiss and bite his jawline.
"I'm sorry." You bit at the inside of your bottom lip and decided it was not worth arguing... "Though I was asked."
"You were asked?" Valarr rested his hands flat on his thighs. His tunic was long, but his black velvet breeches were still visible. He had gotten bigger over the months, his body had become strong, his muscles defined.
"Baelor- your father-" You began and he smiled, tilting his head in thought.
"Of course."
"I thought agreeing with him would, would-" You paused in thought, no matter what you said you were trapped now. You had wanted to agree with your life, your Prince, your husband. You wanted to agree with Baelor, because you agreed with him and his stance on the Battle for Morley.
"Would what?" Valarr almost sat up but he leant back against his chair, making it creak.
"Might improve my relationship with your father." You were being only partly honest.
"And what of ours?"
You knew he was more upset over Daeron's reaction than anything. How he had chuckled at Valarr because his wife of all did not agree with him. The entire situation annoyed you to no end, and they were discussing a battle that would likely end many lives, with the attitude that it was some tedious joke, a game.
"You are right." You nodded and ran your clammy hands flat across your front.
"What am I to do with you, hm?" He raised his eyebrow suggestively and waited for your reaction. Your eyes met and he glanced to the bed, drumming his fingers quietly on his thigh.
"Do with me?" You repeated, following his gaze to your bed. You looked back to Valarr and played with your hands. You couldn't help but smile, though you tried hard not to.
"Go to our bed. Lean over the edge." Valarr spoke softly and lifted his chin towards the bed.
Slowly you stepped towards it and removed your shoes. It was the perfect height, with the top half of your body bent over, you rested your elbows into the bed. Valarr got up from his chair and came to you, his hand caressing your backside. The satin material was soft, as was your plump backside sticking out, ready and waiting for him. Valarr caressed you, then you felt the smack. You looked over your shoulder at his face. His cheeks were pink from the fire, hair somewhat ruffled. He had caught the base of your backside, where it almost met the top of your thigh. It tingled.
Valarr's lips parted just a little and for a moment you thought he was going to speak. Instead he spanked you again, a little harder this time. You turned away, looking ahead, across the bed, as you took in the sensation. It rippled through you and you looked down, pressing your lips together. Valarr lifted up your gown to expose your lower half. Another spank. You groaned and bit your top lip, wondering if he had been waiting to do this since you had opened your mouth to Baelor earlier. Valarr exhaled and spanked you again, much harder this time. You gasped and kept your legs tightly together, you could feel yourself becoming wetter with each spank.
"You take it well. Like you know you deserve it." Valarr sighed as he raised his hand.
daeron
Daeron had not spoken to you in two days. It didn't sound long, but by the hour it felt heavier, and his determination to ignore you hurt more and more.
Until you started crying. The notion of him denying you communication was overwhelming, Daeron had succeeded. It was more than unfair. You were not home, but guests at Lord Danbridge's horrifyingly dark and twisting castle. Daeron had not cared that you were lost the night previous, and you were left to your own devices tonight. Until he found you first.
Daeron looked most-handsome, his hair washed and styled well, dressed in navy velvet with gold stitching. You both were. The hallway was empty, and you stepped back, knowing that's where he was heading. Your chamber had to be in that direction. Since he was ignoring you, you decided to ignore him twice as hard. Holding your gown up from the floor, which was several inches too long, you were able to march quickly away. Around the corner, and up the stairs you went, and you heard his quick steps following after you. Where was everyone in this castle hidden? You wondered, angered, that even your personal guard was nowhere to be found.
At the top of the stairs you hesitated; you hadn't been up this staircase before, and Daeron was close behind you. You turned left, hoping you were correct, though how were you to tell which chamber was even yours?
"You're going the wrong way." Daeron spoke to you, his voice carried along the hollow hallway, but you persisted until you heard his steps get closer to you, and then his hand at your elbow.
Daeron guided you to your chamber and slammed the door behind you both.
"Do you have any idea how long I've been looking for you?" He said but you ignored him, relieved you were safe in your chamber. You began to ready for bed, ignoring him now. "Ah, I see."
You faced him as you undressed, keen to see his expression. His intensely blue eyes watched your every move. Daeron took a slow, deep breath, as you remained in only your underskirt, your chest bare. He began to undress but you stepped back, climbing onto the ludicrously large bed Lord Danbridge had afforded you and Daeron. On your knees, you watched Daeron undress messily, frantically, and as he pulled his undershirt over his head he joined you on the bed.
"You're not ignoring me anymore." You spoke quietly, and Daeron nodded, his fingers immediately going to your waist. He shook his head and tore at your underskirt, desperate to have you completely nude.
Daeron threw your skirt away to the floor and you pushed him onto his back, climbing on top of him. His pink mouth salivated at the sight of you entirely, as he watched you move your long dark hair from your face. Daeron squeezed your waist and felt you massage him, though he was already hard and throbbing. As you sat down slowly on top of his never-ending length, he opened his wet mouth, watching your face erupt in sensual pleasure. Daeron's size always sent ripples through your body, like fireworks, and the slightest of moves made you moan. You adored that he knew moving slowly for you turned you on most, the tenderest of actions could soon make you come.
baelor
Baelor summoned you to his study late in the evening. Ser Roland had knocked on your chamber door sheepishly and walked with you, not saying a word the entire walk. You rubbed your eyes, and cleared your throat as you stepped in, only the room was empty.
You exhaled and closed your eyes, squeezing hard, and opened them again. It was a blur of a night previous. As you paced the room you tried to recall it, and you had not seen Baelor all day to confirm the events, shake it off. Maybe apologise, but what for? You wanted to vomit but instead you paced and followed the bookshelf along the perimeter of the room. The door opened and you flinched, turning to see if it was Baelor. He turned as he shut it behind him and faced you again. Silent.
All you could hear was your own heartbeat. Your shaky breathing through your nose. Finally, you swallowed and cleared your throat again. Baelor kept his hands at his sides, his eyes never breaking from yours. You remained as you were, your hands behind your back, and watched as Baelor took several steps closer to you. Still no words came to your tongue, you couldn't think of a thing. Your mouth opened but, silence.
"I know why you called for me." You managed, but as he tilted his head at you, you questioned yourself. "Though not, specifically."
Baelor stepped towards you again and you began playing with your hands, twirling your wedding ring. Your back was against the wall, or rather the corner of the room. Until Baelor was two steps from you, he spoke.
"You outdrank Daeron. To my surprise." He raised his eyebrows for a moment then put his hands behind his back. You couldn't tell if he was somewhat impressed or deeply troubled by it. "You sang, then vomited on the King."
Baelor stepped closer to you, cornering you in the room. You couldn't possibly get away from him.
You pressed your lips together and squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head gently. Baelor took your chin and you opened your eyes immediately. It was difficult to maintain eye contact with him, but you persevered.
"I am deeply sorry." You whispered. "And embarrassed."
"You did share some surprising knowledge on King Jaehaerys I, just before." Baelor looked down at your body and raised his eyebrow as he recalled the anecdote.
"I can never show my face again." You felt your face scrunch slightly as if you were about to cry but you turned away from Baelor, into the corner, putting your hands to your face.
"My love," Baelor spoke softly. "I have spoken with the King, he is understanding."
"I shall never forgive myself. You will never forgive me." You huffed, you had seen the look of disappointment in his eyes.
"That is not true." Baelor exhaled. "Turn. Face me." He sounded stern now.
You did as he asked and gradually moved your hands away from your face so Baelor could see you.
"Mayhaps, you apologise to him, in person. Tomorrow. But all is forgiven." Baelor tilted his head as he gazed at you.
You nodded in the silence and rubbed your lips together, your eyes darting from Baelor's eyes to his mouth, then his eyes again.
"I will go first thing." You whispered, and he nodded.
"I shall make it up to you now."
Baelor watched you curiously, your bright eyes glossy and looking at him endearingly. Almost like a puppy. Your hands found his crotch, untying his breeches slowly, analysing his face, his eyes locked on to yours. In your hands you felt him, not so soft, but neither hard. Until you began massaging him, he slowly grew, and hardened. You slowly lowered to your knees and gladly put his tip against your lips to kiss him. Baelor gazed down at you as you kissed him, slowly taking more of him against your tongue, towards your throat. You wanted to show him how much you loved him. How sorry you were. Baelor lifted his chin as he slowly inhaled; your mouth was magic to him. You choked against him, his thickness, and ran your hand up his thigh, caressing him as you sucked him felicitously, moaning. Baelor rested his hand on the bookshelf to his left, attempting to keep himself stable as he felt your warm mouth around his cock, your tongue reaching the base of his shaft. Your hand crept around his firm balls and squeezed enough to make him moan. Baelor heard you choke against him again, a pleasured hum escaped your mouth uncontrollably. He didn't want to come, not just yet.
"You are forgiven." Baelor exhaled shakily as his fingertips brushed your head, your long hair, gently pulling you up. "Now kiss me."
warning: nsfw, 18+ smut, high female sex drive, female gratification, male gratification, various positions, light begging, drinking/tipsy, spanking, spitting.
a/n: slightly longer than usual, but hope you gals like :)
daeron
You had caught Daeron drinking with Aerion and his personal guard. This one was younger than most guards you saw traipsing around the castle grounds, and his name you did not know. You did not care to know it.
Before the bottle could reach Daeron's lips, you snatched it from his hands. For a moment his mouth quivered into a pout, stunned at the sudden lack of wine. It took him a moment to realise it was you.
There was an empty chair opposite Daeron, and as you collapsed into it, Aerion's eyes dragged from you back to Daeron. You looked across to your Prince, with his shirt several buttons undone to reveal his hairy chest. He was sat slack and whilst you took a swig of wine, you noticed his hair had gotten slightly longer than usual.
"I thought I would find you here." You took a larger swig than you had originally anticipated, but it was sweet and not as strong as you thought. It was enticing, you were keen to keep the bottle for yourself.
"You crave some wine, my Princess?" Daeron regarded you, his eyes drifting down your body, and you took another swig.
"I crave you, my Prince." You spoke carefully though you knew Aerion and his guard were not paying attention; especially now you had sat down to join them.
Daeron's face turned pink and abruptly Aerion stood, in his hand a bottle of his own wine, half full. He stepped towards you, the neck tightly in his grip, as he clinked it against yours.
"See you at the bottom." He said, with a wink.
"Aye?" His guard looked at Aerion as if he had spoken an unknown language.
"She must drink the rest in one go." Daeron glanced to his brother then back to you, as you gladly lifted the bottle to empty it.
Daeron helped you back into your shared chamber, though he was stumbling just as much as you were. He cackled as you sighed, putting a bottle of wine on the table closest to you both. You took your boots off, watching Daeron struggle to undress himself. You laughed as you stepped back towards him, desperate to kiss him, have him.
Daeron's mouth was sweet and wet, making him even more compelling to you. It was an urgent greedy desire overwhelming you, and you could only sigh endearingly into his mouth whilst your hands did the rest.
On the bed, Daeron collapsed against the headboard as you straddled his lap, the pair of you only in your small clothes. Daeron gazed at you with his mouth slightly open, his hands, his fingertips just skimming the skin of your breasts. You gathered your platinum hair with one hand and threw it over your shoulders, exhaling at the sensation of Daeron touching you. In the other hand, you held the bottle of wine, swirling it teasingly at Daeron.
"There are few things in life I enjoy more than wine." Daeron sighed, his hands caressing your thighs slowly and sensually. "Your thighs, your breasts." He listed as you took a long swig of sweet wine. "Your lips."
You swallowed half of the wine in your mouth and leaned in to kiss Daeron. The remaining wine in your mouth slowly fell into his, and he accepted it, swallowing with a delighted moan. He gripped onto your body tightly.
"What's come over you, my love?" Daeron rubbed his lips together as he grazed his nose against your jawline, kissing your neck laboriously.
"You." You exhaled, adoring every sloppy kiss, every touch of his.
Between the top of your legs, you felt Daeron's erection harden against your crotch. You rolled your hips over him slowly as you took a gentle sip of wine.
"Would you lick me clean, of this wine?" You looked down at your body as Daeron pulled back from your face.
You lifted the bottle and slowly tipped the neck, allowing a little of the wine to spill down from your collar bone, across both of your breasts. Daeron watched, then pushed his hands up the sides of your torso, across your ribs, as his mouth fell to you. He kissed you, his tongue rolling out to lick your body, the wine. Every inch of it.
"Does that taste good?" You asked and a pleasureful hum escaped Daeron's mouth against your skin.
He worked his way up from your breasts, his tongue dragging across up to your collar bone, neck, back to your mouth, kissing you overzealously. Daeron tore your small clothes from your waist as if they were made of paper. You positioned yourself to sit down slowly on his wet, thick cock. He groaned relievedly , watching you as you cried out softly and taking in the sensation you never grew tired of. Daeron was large for you, filling you just to the verge of trembling. You sat into his lap, your hips rolling into him and then away from him slowly. Daeron gripped the bottom of your waist, where it met your backside, his voice trembling.
"Princess, I'm going to come."
valarr
Valarr was trying to read the letter that had arrived for him that evening. Beside the fire he sat, as you sat back on your bed, watching him curiously. His mouth pouted in thought, his eyes swivelling across the lines he read.
"Valarr." You hummed sweetly, trying to get his attention.
Every single thing about your Prince made you blush. His tousled dark hair, that strip of platinum that always intrigued you. The freckles on his face that only emerged after some time in the sun. The way he walked with such assurance and commanded a room's attention without requesting it. His strong hands. Even his cleft chin you were desperate to bite whenever you saw it.
Tonight he made your insides purr. You couldn't keep still. Dinner had been torture, as you sat across from your Prince, watching as he ate, dragging his fork out of his mouth slowly, gazing at you as you watched him. You had tried not to stare, but it were as if Valarr wanted you to.
"Yes, my sweet?" He asked, without looking up from his letter.
"Look here. I have something for you." You spoke softly, almost as if you were singing.
Valarr glanced to you, as you traced your fingernails down the space between your breasts. You were hot for Valarr. You had to let him know it. Valarr tilted his head in thought and gestured the parchment in his hand.
"Can't it wait?" You pouted to him, caressing your breasts at him, hoping he would throw the letter down and pounce on you. "Valarr?"
"This is most important." He reluctantly looked back to his letter and you exhaled to yourself, collapsing onto the bed on your back.
"Oh Valarr." You sighed, running your hands over your body.
You were a Princess. A Noble one at that. Valarr was your Prince, and the need for him was overwhelming, you did not care about any 'shame' of desiring him so. Valarr had been desperate for you since you had met, even months after your ceremony he took you in the castle garden maze of all places. It had caught you entirely by surprise but it was most thrilling. Most passionate. And you needed more of it.
You hummed as you touched yourself, your breasts, down your stomach, the apex of your legs. You began to slowly hitch the hem of your satin nightgown upward to feel yourself better. Finally, Valarr looked back to you.
"Princess?" He stood up from his chair, the letter falling from his hand. It no longer existed to him.
It had not taken long, but your hums, your coo's had bewitched Valarr. He was standing beside the bed, looking down at your writhing body, your hands roaming and touching yourself so freely, it almost concerned him.
"Oh, won't you join me?" You almost singed as you opened your eyes, seeing him watch you.
You kept one hand at your breasts, the other massaged yourself slowly at the top of your legs, middle finger circling gently around your clit. As you rolled your head against the furs and blankets, your long light hair swayed in your movements. You loved the feeling of fur against your skin, but that of Valarr's hands on you was impregnable.
"Or are you just going to stand there and watch?" You fluttered your eyes, your long feathery eye-lashes his way. "Maybe fetch your helmet my Prince."
A smile washed across your face as you closed your eyes again.
You had not slipped a finger inside yourself yet but you were close to.
You moved your middle finger down to your entrance and then you finally felt his hands at you.
Valarr grabbed you by the wrist and waist, pulling you down towards him. Instantly your eyes opened and looked up to him, watching his pink face admire you, his hands roaming your body. Across the silk gown he felt your breasts, your stomach, the ridges of your ribcage, down to your plump waist. Before you could say another word he flipped you over onto your front. He was no brute, but he was swift, his fingers digging into your soft delicate skin.
Your breasts pushed into the bedding from the weight of your body, as Valarr's hands kneaded your backside. You moaned into the furs, smiling to yourself, finally getting what you had so craved. His touch was divine, his hands knew so well how much pressure to put onto you without hurting. You stretched out your arms to feel the furs underneath you, your senses heightened by his sensual touch.
From the base of your backside, Valarr squeezed upward, massaging you. You pushed your backside into him slowly and he spanked you, hard. The fat on your backside jiggled and it only spurred you on, humming into the bedding with that unbreakable smile.
"Not my Princess touching herself, without me?" Valarr exhaled, his hands squeezing and massaging your backside like dough.
"Mm-mm, of course not Valarr." You hummed into the bedding, sticking your backside up for him a little higher, your legs still together. Valarr's hand glided between your legs, up to your wetness. You were practically on fire.
Valarr spanked you again, as two fingers on his other hand slipped inside you until you were crying out sweetly into the bedding. It was too delicious, too intimate and you were close to writhing again.
"My fingers feel good, my sweet?" He asked softly and you nodded, turning your head to the side, your cheek resting against the fur.
"Yes, Valarr." You hummed again. "Oh God's yes."
A final spank and Valarr dragged you down closer to his body, gripping you by the waist. You rubbed your lips together tightly, biting the inside of your plump bottom lip. Your legs hung over the side of the bed, and as Valarr undressed the lower half of his body, your hands roamed the furs beneath you. As you began to beg for Valarr's cock, you felt his tip against your folds; a delicious sound confirming how wet you were for your Prince.
Valarr fucked you from behind, his hands holding you in place by the waist. You clenched your thighs together, your pussy. He could feel everything, groaning breathily at the sensation. He was most energetic, slapping against the back of you, his hands grazing down your spine, desperate to touch you in any and every which way. You lifted your backside a little more for him and pressed your hands into the bed to keep still, the position was perfect, the sensation. If he continued you knew you would be coming for him any minute. But he knew all too well, to not let you do so. Not that quickly.
"Mm- Valarr!" You cried out into the bed, almost laughing, your knuckles turning white from your strong grip.
Valarr turned you over, his hands pushing up to move his messed hair from his face. You pulled him down to you, grabbing the tops of his arms, his strong biceps. His cock pushed into you harshly and you let out a high-pitched gasp. Valarr rolled his tongue into your mouth painfully slowly, as you both locked eyes on to each other. You could feel him hesitate, a smile formed in the corner of his mouth and you grazed your nails down the sides of his body.
"Do that again." You asked softly, your lips still pressed against his. You could feel his hot breath against you, a glimmer of goosebumps washed over the top of your torso.
Valarr rocked his hips into you, enough to shake you and grip onto him a little tighter. He blinked as he watched your expression carefully, his tongue moving back against yours, slowly and tasting of pistachios. You cried out softly as he felt hm, deep inside you, his torso coming down onto your breasts.
Valarr kissed you hungrily as he picked up a rhythm, his hips thrusting and breathing quickening. You gripped onto his downy chest, trying not to dig your fingernails too deep into his skin. The harder Valarr fucked you, the tighter you held onto him, even biting down on his bottom lip. He grunted as he thrusted, and suddenly sat up, looking down at you. Your gorgeous full breasts dotted in perspiration, your hair sticking out in every direction on the bed. Valarr took you by the neck and slowed down, fucking you slowly, knowing how mad it would make you.
"Would you still like that helmet, Princess?"
aerion
Aerion smirked at you from across the tent, across the sea of people. Men drinking, women laughing. You could feel your toes flexing in your boots, your breathing slowly rising and falling. Lord Myron was discussing something to you but it was too loud to hear him, even with him standing at your side. Aerion's eyes wandered over you, as he raised a cup to his lips. As Lord Myro continued speaking, you watched Aerion carefully, licking your bottom lip slowly in thought.
"No, Lord, I had no idea, no no." You muttered back to him without thought; a tall knight stopped before you, breaking your line of sight with Aerion.
You seized the opportunity, disappearing before Aerion could see where you had gone.
"Excuse me, I'm so sorry, I shall be right back." You began to lower your head to Lord Myro then zig-zagged your way through the crowd.
You shuffled the long way around the outside of the crowd and came to Aerion's side; he was still looking out curiously for you. You took his hand and pulled him with you, away from the crowd, the music, the tent was soon in the distance. He gripped you tightly back, squeezing you hard for worrying him.
Once you became totally alone, in your private tent, you turned to Aerion, your lips at his neck. He smelled of sweet wine and his natural musk; it had you like a moth to a flame. You felt him tense for a moment, unsure at your sudden candor. Taking lead. Aerion enjoyed it.
"Aerion." You hummed into his neck, moving up to his jaw, working your way to his plump lips.
As your lips reached his, you looked up at his face; his cheeks pink from the heat of the tent, his hair fluffed. You kissed him and held his face tightly, your tongue rolling into his mouth to seek his. Aerion moaned and you grazed your fingernails across his scalp, through his hair as if he were to disappear at any moment.
Aerion's hands move to your waist, gripping you tightly. Enough to make you smile at the sensation. You began to twist, angling him to walk with you towards your bed, and his fingers dug into your body, even over your gown you could feel him tense. It made you moan and pull away noisily from his mouth.
"Undress me." You told him, trying to remain somewhat composed.
Your hands fell to Aerion's jacket, determined to have him undressed. You wanted to see his nude body as much as you wanted him to see yours. You were so overcome with desire for him you couldn't wait. But Aerion removed your hands from him and spun you around, making you face your bed. You gasped at the suddenness of it and felt his hands at your back, loosening your dress desperately. Soon you felt the air on your bare skin and Aerion could not stop you from turning back to him.
Aerion was undressing himself but he was too slow. You helped him take his jacket off, and before it had fallen to the floor you were removing his breeches. You moved down to your knees, in only your small clothes, looking up to Aerion as you took his cock in your hands. As you licked his tip slowly, you watched his expression change. His eyes closed briefly, his nostrils flaring in thought. You took him entirely in your mouth, your throat, licking him as you pulled back, trying not to choke. Aerion sighed and lifted his chin as you licked his shaft from the base to the tip slowly. His cock twiched as you took him in your mouth again, fully, he moaned as you hummed in agreement. Your hands massaged him, squeezing him just enough to drive him mad.
"Come here." He grabbed you by the face and pulled you up onto your feet.
Aerion wanted you on the bed, but you wanted him on top of you. As you moved back you brought him with you, so Aerion was laying on top of you. He kissed you, his lips overtaking yours, his tongue melting into your mouth and rolling against your warm tongue that tasted of cider and honey.
Your chest heaved as you squeezed his bicep with one hand, the other running through his platinum hair, nails grazing his scalp again. You were desperate for his cock, his hands, there was a sudden urge to bite him. Devour him. Aerion parted your legs with his knee and then, you felt his fingers between the apex of your legs.
His index finger parted your small clothes by the gusset and you flinched, holding your breath at the sensation. Aerion was intentionally moving slow, he wanted to have you begging for his cock. Begging to be fucked. He wasn't going to give you what you wanted at the click of your fingers.
Aerion gazed at you as he massaged you, revelling in the way you were fixated on him in the darkened tent. His middle finger tickled your clit then down between your folds.
"How wet you are, little lamb." Aerion's voice was low, his lips pressing down to your cheek slowly.
Aerion kissed you and felt your legs spread wider apart underneath him. He ran his tongue up the side of your face, tasting and enjoying you. You smiled as he squeezed your face with his other hand, as his other hand enjoyed feeling your wetness.
"Do it again, Aerion." You almost begged, with his face against yours.
Aerion moved your face to look at him as his finger continued to tease you, anything but move inside inside you. He studied your pink face, your messed hair, your quivering wet lips as you anticipated his next move. Aerion let a smile creep in the corner of his mouth. He squeezed your face, his thumb at one cheek and his fingers on the opposite, and made you turn your head. His tongue licked you from the base of your neck up to your ear, he sucked your earlobe then took over your entire ear until you cried out in pleasure. You shivered underneath him and his finger finally entered you.
"Mm, God's. Another, Aerion, another." You hummed as you closed your eyes, taking in fully what was happening.
His finger pushed deeper inside you, curling upward slowly into you. As you writhed on the bed underneath Aerion, he did as you asked, slowly. His ring finger.
You pressed your lips together as you stifled a loud moan, but Aerion let go of your face and was kissing your neck. He ran his warm wet tongue over your skin noisily, moaning as he tasted you. His other hand moved into your hair, holding tightly onto a handful as he kissed your lips again.
"Oh God's." You moaned into him. "Harder."
Aerion pulled his mouth from yours and his fingers came away from you. He turned you over on your front and put your legs together. Aerion wanted you trembling and shaking.
He slapped your backside, hard, as he watched you from above, your hands running across the material of the bedding beneath you both. You did not flinch, only humming in enjoyment as the sensation. Aerion bent down, kissing down the curve of your spine, all the way down to the top of your backside. He squeezed the fat of your backside until you moaned into the bed, smiling.
Aerion's tongue slipped between your legs, your cheeks, upward, until you squirmed, your fingers digging into the bedding.
"Mm, Aerion, please." You hummed, as he did it again, his tongue slowly lapping you up.
Aerion smacked you hard again and you arched your back, resting your forehead into the bedding. You moaned, aware you were pushing back into Aerion's face but his tongue felt overwhelmingly good, you had to let him know it.
"Stop squirming, or I will spank you again." Aerion spoke into you, but you could not stop, like an entity had taken over you.
"Please." You begged.
Aerion pulled his face from your backside and you felt his hand smack you again. You cried out and lifted your backside again, his tongue returning to you, licking you from bottom to top.
"Oh God's, Aerion, do it again." You encouraged him, your hands squeezing more of the bedding beneath you. If only you could see his face.
Aerion spanked you harder and smiled as he watched you squirm, a gasp escaping your mouth. He grabbed you by the waist and lifted you slightly, your backside rubbing against his throbbing erection. Aerion positioned himself, looking down at your fiery body, his tip rubbing against your wetness. And you sopping-wet for him.
It was what you wanted, Aerion was going to give it to you ten-fold.
maekar
Maekar was still in his study, resting his fist into his temple as he read a roll of parchment. The sender, from the Seven Sisters, had written so small it was taking the entirety of his concentration to focus and read it fully.
You found him, alone, and closed the door behind you. Resting your back against the door you watched him, your breathing tempered, focused. His broad shoulders extended beyond the chair in he sat, his hands made the parchment look child's sized.
"You are not in bed, my hard-working Prince." You clenched between your legs as his mouth pouted in thought, he glanced up to you then straight back to reading.
"No." He exhaled, flaring his nostrils. "Soon."
It had been a long day.
"I think I've heard that before." You hummed, pressing your hands flat agains the door. "Come. Nothing will be solved this night."
"But it can be looked into." Maekar snapped back.
"And what if I told you, I must be looked into?" You spoke slowly so he'd understand. "I have not felt you between my legs in almost a moon cycle, Maekar. I need y-"
"I have only so many hours in a day. Princess. You will have me when I-"
You threw a book Maekar's way before you thought it over properly. It flew past his head without hitting him but he flinched as if it had. His eyes scowled your way but you kept one hand at your chest, you whimpered in thought and immediately left the room, rushing back to your chamber.
There had been a time you could not get Maekar off of you. Not his lips, nor his hands. You needn't beg. If anything you had begged for a night off. That expectation wilted, but your body, your core needed it so desperately. You wanted to show him how much it pained you to be left to your own devices without him for such a time.
It didn't take long for Maekar to reach you back in your chamber, only moments after you closed the door and began pacing. You threw back your open shawl to let some air against your body. You flicked your hair to get it off your skin for just a few seconds of relief. Everything irritated you suddenly.
"What the fuck was that?" Maekar growled as the door flew open, though you did not flinch as he had secretly hoped.
For a moment you stood looking at him, only blinking, and then your eyebrow raised.
"Pardon, Prince. I thought you only had so many hours as one is so busy-"
"You threw a book at me?" Maekar scowled again, making his face scrunch up as he slammed the door behind him. He did not care about the noise he made.
You continued to pace, flaring your nostrils in frustration at his density. Oh, how he still did not understand.
"It didn't hit you. I threw a book that just happened to be in your direction." You were gesturing with your hands dramatically, as you did when you were incensed. This he knew.
"What the fuck has gotten into you?" Maekar grunted, scowling still.
You could only pace as your chest was still rising high and falling sharply.
"Oh stop pacing." Maekar exhaled, but you ignored him and threw back your shawl again.
You strode to the open balcony and took a sharp deep breath. The skyline looked unsettled, the horizon surely to bring a storm. Ironic. Your eyes focused on the storm clouds miles away, and as you exhaled loudly, lifting your chin to the sky, you felt his hand curl around your neck from behind.
"I've neglected you." Maekar spoke into the side of your neck as he squeezed you gently. His other hand gripped your waist tightly, moving around across your lower stomach, up to your breast.
You closed your eyes hard. You were still mad but Maekar's touch made you want to melt to the floor on your knees. Pressing your lips together tightly you did not answer, and Maekar could feel you tense. Your anger remained but you turned to face him, letting him watch you as you undressed yourself. As you stepped forward, he stepped away, you were leading him to the bed, his face gazed in wonder. Maekar was speechless. You did not speak, only undress and watched Maekar relax into the bed, undressing himself then.
Once he was nude enough for you, you joined him on the bed, climbing on top of him slowly and straddling him by the waist. Maekar's thick and hairy thighs were the perfect place for you to settle. You gazed into his eyes and no longer felt anger, but a fervent desire to have this man. Your man. His lips, his tongue. His throbbing cock inside you and his thighs smacking against yours. You helped him remove his undershirt, almost ripping the material with your fingernails. Maekar was breathing heavily and blinked watching you take lead. He let his head sink back into the pillow as your lips followed him, melting into a kiss.
Your tongue rolled into his mouth, your warm breasts pressing against his hairy bare chest. Between the tops of your legs, against your crotch, you felt his erection stiffen, twitch, against you. You were already wet, soaking, for Maekar. Your arms bent at the elbow, one hand grazing through his scalp around to the back of his head to keep him where you wanted him, your other hand at his face, your fingers brushing against his beard. He growled into you, a noise most enjoyable to hear come from him.
Maekar moved his hands to your waist, squeezing you as you straddled him. He caressed you from the top right down to the base of your backside, as you took control of his mouth. Kissing him as you so desired. The need to breathe was less important than having his lips. A moan escaped you into his mouth, as you rolled your hips, your crotch grazing his erection teasingly. You angled your face, turning to kiss him from the other side, your tongue circling the tip of his, then rolling against him fully. He moaned into your mouth whilst his hand drifted, finally, adjusting his erection against you. You closed your mouth on his top lip, trying hard not to bite him as you felt his thick cock enter you determinedly.
It had been some weeks. The sensation almost rendered you speechless.
"Oh God's." Was all you could manage.
Maekar groaned in agreement, his facial hair grazing against your face, almost soothingly. Your hips rolled on top of his body, feeling him almost fully inside you, as you rolled back his tip almost slipped out of you. You knew when to push him back inside you, just at the perfect moment, his tip stretching your entrance, parting your wet folds. Maekar grunted into your mouth at the sensation, gripping you tighter, wanting to go harder, faster, but you wouldn't allow it.
You had no desire to let go of Maekar's face, messing his platinum hair as you held him, plumping his lips with yours and reddening his face from the intense pleasure. You moaned into him again and felt his fingers dig deep into your skin. He had missed this as much as you had. Maekar was desperate to have you satisfied, screaming, trembling in pleasure.
The bed creaked as you turned sides again, moving your head to kiss Maekar from the other side, sighing sweetly at how good his mouth felt on yours, how divine he felt between your legs, to be on top of him, holding him as you so pleased.
"My love- you wish to devour me?" Maekar panted against your face; you kissed along the side of his cheek, towards his ear. You knew tonguing his ear would drive him wild.
"Oh let me. Let me devour you." You sighed, sucking his earlobe gently, you licked his ear and Maekar made a noise, almost like an animal. He smacked your backside as hard as he could before squeezing you tight.
You could possibly never be too much for Maekar.
baelor
You had seen Baelor earlier yet in the night hours, his whereabouts remained unknown. During dinner his eyes had flashed your way, lingering just long enough to make you purr between your legs. A look that only you shared, only you both noticed and felt. It was all the more tantalising, and wickedly delightful.
You peered into his study, to only find it empty. The candle just extinguished, its smoke still gliding upward from the wick. You could smell him, you thought, maybe you just needed him desperately enough you imagined so.
"Princess, are you searching for someone?" A voice trickled into your ear intimately.
You grasped your chest and flinched backward, your back and head hitting the door loudly. Baelor frowned at you concernedly, his hand lifting to caress the back of your head but you were already rubbing it yourself.
"Forgive me, I did not mean to startle you so." Baelor's voice was so soft, so eloquent, you forgot where you even were.
You scrunched your face up with your eyes shut, the back of your head throbbing.
"I was looking for you." You managed, and finally opened your eyes as you felt Baelor's hands at you; one at the back of your head over your hand, the other at your waist.
"Come, let's retire."
Baelor walked with you to your shared chamber and closed the door behind you both. As you stood, twirling the ring on your index finger around and around, you felt his hands at your hair, checking the back of your head. The sensation of him playing with your hair sent ripples through you, a blanket of comfort and tingles. You closed your eyes and scrunched your toes in your shoes.
"There is no injury. 'Twas only a knock luckily." Baelor confirmed post inspection, but he was still playing with your hair. It was enough to send you into a daze.
"Thank goodness." You laughed softly, relieved as you gazed around your chamber, and Baelor gripped the back of your neck, massaging you.
"You were searching for me?" Baelor asked, his voice low; you nodded.
"I was."
He continued massaging you but you wanted to see his face, you wanted to touch him. The desire for him could not be maintained. Baelor seemed surprised as you turned to face him. You rubbed your lips together as you studied his face, his aging beard, his glistening eyes.
"I needed you." You were quiet, almost whispering, as you lowered down to his waist.
Baelor watched you carefully, as your fingers loosened his breeches, pulling his semi-erect cock free. You kissed him and gently rolled your tongue across his tip, glancing up you were curious to see his expression. Baelor was silent, his mouth slightly open, as he concentrated on you; your face, your beautifully styled hair half-up in braids.
You hummed as you sucked him, taking him entirely in your mouth now he was rock hard for you. Baelor exhaled and lifted his head, as you caressed thigh with your free hand, the other massaging his shaft. It took all of you to not moan out into him. You adored the way he felt in your mouth, the size of him, his balls.
"Princess." He exhaled as you continued, pulling back to push him back into your mouth, to your throat again. "Princess."
Baelor took your face with his hands and lifted you up back onto your feet. You put your mouth to his face, kissing him, almost possessed with a desire for him. He gently pulled at your face to come apart from his lips. As he held you he stepped forward, forcing you to step blindly backward, allowing him to lead you. His expression was determined, his eyes boring into you, and you felt the bed at the back of you.
Baelor rubbed his thumb against your pink cheek, your breathing was trying to settle but your heart pounded in your chest.
He fucked you without fully taking your gown off, nor his clothes. You felt his hands on your body, at your face, as he thrusted into you, making you cry out in delight. As you felt him stretch you, fuck you deeply, your fingers fumbled to loosen your gown yourself. You were desperate to be rid of any material, oh how it needed to be your bare skin against each other.
"Oh, Baelor." You exhaled. "Harder."
Baelor sighed almost impatiently, undressing you from your gown. You helped him remove his clothes then pulled him up onto the bed fully with you. He settled between your legs and fucked you harder, squeezing your waist, taking in your cries of pleasure.
"Oh God's." You bit your bottom lip as you felt his every movement, his cock burying deeper into you beautifully. "Harder, Baelor."
Baelor pushed into your lower stomach with his hand, as he fucked you faster, harder, his thighs hitting the back of yours. He lifted your left leg up, turning it over so you were almost laying on your side. The sensation made you tremble; it felt tighter, he felt bigger. Deeper.
You wanted his lips but you couldn't have both in this position, he watched you claw for something to grip on the bed; he knew the effect he was having on you.
Baelor's eyes wandered across your sweating body, your bouncing breasts, he caressed your hips tenderly, and gritted his teeth. He was determined to have you coming on his cock as he came inside you, pleasing you as you so desired.
"That deep enough?" He nodded as he looked at your pink face, your hair beginning to mess from laying on the bed. You nodded at him and ran your fingers through your hair as he thrusted into you harder, until you cried out again in pleasure.
It was not long before you and Baelor had your wish; you were coming and digging your nails into his hairy thighs, trembling beneath him. He watched your back arch and felt you clench against him, but he was not finished with you. Not yet.
Baelor turned you back over flat onto your back, looking down at you with a smile creeping on his face. He bent forward to kiss you, his beard grazing your skin gently. Baelor kept his cock inside you, rolling in and out slowly. He watched as your eyes rolled back in their sockets, and coming back to him eventually.
"You like that, don't you?" Baelor was not smug, he was delighted and determined to keep going until you unravelled underneath him.
"I love it, Baelor- oh please."
As his tip just came out of your pussy, slowly pushing back in, stretching you, you released, unbothered by how loud you were. You cried out in unwavering delight.
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maekar
Maekar maintains a stern temperament with all except you. You see how he scolds the Ser’s, maesters, his brothers, the stewards, all who test his patience. A stare, a smack at the back of the head, a shove. He towers above them all. There is only an infinity of love and patience for you.
In the moments shared just between you, when he thinks no one is watching, nor can they see, he pats you on the backside, grazes his hand against the side of your neck. Maybe even a peck on the cheek. A tug by the wrist into a dark corner to embrace you and kiss you. Though, even when he is in one of his impatient mood's and feeling argumentative, with you, he never is cruel, nor is he vicious.
The two-hour ride to the woods to celebrate Rhaegal's Nameday, a great hunt and feast. Maekar joined you in the carriage instead of riding with the others by horse. He had been well-behaved initially, but you knew better than all, that it started with a little bicker. A little teasing. And then heated contest.
"I told you to wear your red gown today." He started with, a mere fifteen minutes into the journey.
"Darling this is my red gown." You answered immediately, as you tried looking out through the cracks in the window. You could just about make out the blur of the green trees.
"You know which gown I meant. That is maroon." Maekar was playing with a tassel on his tunic as he watched you ease back on your side of the carriage.
"Maroon is red. You should have been more specific." You hummed and after a beat. "Oh I thought you meant this one anyway. It is the newest one."
"Hmm." He grumbled something incoherent, you never tried to ask what he was saying - there was no point. Maekar flickered his eyebrow up in thought.
"Why don't you leave me out a gown specifically. And I can please you as you so desire." Only you could say something so waspish to Maekar and make him semi-hard. Especially with that teasing smile on your face.
"They all come off you the same." He tore his eyes off you for a moment, trying to calm himself. Just watching you red-faced from the heat in the carriage made him hard.
"Please do free me of it.” You exhaled as you used your hand to fan yourself. “It's frightfully hot today Maekar."
He watched in silence, a bead of sweat rolled out from the bottom of your hairline, down the side of your next and across your collar bone. You caught his eye, watching you, then, and he launched off from his seat.
His hands grasped your face first, and you felt his lips crashing against yours desperately. Maekar kissed you, a gentle grunt escaping him as your hands held his face mostly out of support. You had not been intimate for some time; Maekar had been busy assisting Baelor with all matters across the realm. He would not say specifics, he never did, so you learned quickly to never ask. By the time Maekar would get to bed you were fast asleep. He couldn't bring himself to wake you when you looked so peaceful, so angellic.
"Mm- fuck Maekar." You groaned as he bit your lip in the intensity. He pulled away slightly hoping he had not made your lip bleed.
Maekar's tongue soon pushed against yours until you laughed. You spread your legs so he could rest against you, but you both slipped from the seat to the floor of the carriage when it rocked unexpectedly. Maekar pushed his groin into you as he kissed you, he was an unstoppable force sucking your tongue unabashedly loudly. His torso pressed into you to make sure you would not roll around the carriage.
"We cannot- we cannot do this here." You panted between kisses, breathless almost, and he finally tore his mouth from yours, instead planting kissing across to your neck, down to your collar bone.
Maekar groaned as he sucked at you, kissed you, moving all over your body. He bunched up the skirt of your dress, burying himself in material to get to your body.
"Oh yes we can." Maekar grunted as you felt his facial hair against the bare skin of your inner thigh. He kissed you slowly, intimately, and you sighed at the sensation. His hands massaging your thighs warmed you like the summer heat could never. You could not see his face, nor anticipate what he was going to do next.
You felt a single finger at your entrance, making you flinch and grab the door handle to the carriage. Maekar tickled you, as he parted your briefs slowly, his middle finger slipped against you slowly, separating your hot wet folds. You bit your lip as he then rolled his tongue between your legs, the tip of his tongue moving cruelly but deliciously slowly. You moaned with your lips pressed together, your brow tensing, almost frowning down as you watched Maekar's hulking form below, half hidden under your skirt.
"You're going to make me come in this carriage if you keep doing that." You whispered, though the sound of the horses, the carriage itself were loud enough to cover the sounds of you both.
"That's the intent." Maekar spoke against you, his tongue continuing to lick you, flick you.
You arched your back as you felt the sensation build and erupt, as you clenched your thighs against Maekar's head. You were unable to keep your cries of pleasure quiet, gripping whatever you could that was in reach, with Maekar ensuring your legs were spread wide for him.
"God's, Maekar, you're-" You stammered, panting, sweating, chest heaving below you. "Oh Maekar!" You cried and the carriage stopped to a halt.
You froze as did Maekar, his tongue had flicked your clit to an inch of her life. He kissed you between your legs and emerged from your skirt, red faced and flustered. Maekar sat in his seat as you were flustered, desperately trying to get back into yours.
The carriage door swung open as the guard, Ser Link emerged from the sunlight. He blinked, regarding you both. Maekar smoothed down his messed platinum hair as you tried to regulate your breathing, your full chest heaving.
"Is everything okay my Prince, Princess? I thought I 'eard crying."
valarr
Valarr kept his distance from you initially and you thought he was upset with the arrangement once it had been officially announced. It was both out of your control but as you began to spend more time alone with him he warmed to you, and you couldn’t get him off of you. The night of your ceremony was exhausting but passionate, and a sign of things to come.
Valarr had many obligations and as the First Born Son to the First in Line to the Throne, there were many duties for him to perfect. Especially under Baelor. He returned to your chamber late into the night often, but he always woke you in the best of ways.
You woke to his lips against yours, the sweetest way to be stirred. Valarr knelt into your bed and climbed in to join you under the sheets, already stripped and ready for you.
"Where were you this night?" You asked quietly, stretching a little as Valarr ran his hand up the side of your body across the ridges of your ribs, to the base of your arm pit. You shook from the ticklish sensation.
"There's much unrest at Iron's Spear. Father wanted my ear on the Small Council this eve." Valarr spoke so eloquently. Women were not for council meetings, or many things for that matter. He knew it intrigued you to no end and kept you informed of all that he knew. It reassured you, to know he entrusted you with such information.
As Valarr spoke he lifted your night dress slowly from the hem, bunching the material up as he pulled it over your head. Valarr rested his body onto yours and kissed you lovingly, running his fingers through your hair as you became free of clothing. You felt safest under the sheets with Valarr, it were as if nothing could harm either of you. Your hands worked their way up his body, from his plump backside, up his smooth back, around to his downy chest, up to his shoulders. Oh how the others had no idea how hairy Valarr truly was. This was all for you. Over the past few months he had grown strong from his training, on the horse, sword play, archery, to name a few. You took to watching him fight Aerion in the courtyard despite the trainer being very much much against it. You imagined it when Valarr was away from your bed, and you were alone, under the sheets as your fingers explored your body - the vision pleasured you deeply. Endlessly.
Valarr rolled his groin into you teasingly as you kissed, enough to make you gasp involuntarily into his mouth. His tongue melted against yours, almost becoming one. You couldn't help but smile as you felt him pushing down into you. It had been some months since you wed and through experimenting the many positions with Valarr, you found riding him on top was not only your favourite but also his. He would start on top of you, to get you wet and ready for him, then gently hold you as he rolled onto his back, and you were straddling him. Valarr did the same that night, each time becoming more smooth with his movements.
You rested your hands, your fingers into his hairy torso, kissing him and running your fingers up the side of his neck, through his luscious soft brown hair. Valarr sucked at your bottom lip noisily, groaning as you positioned his eager cock inside you. You were impatient. Once Valarr initiated, you unravelled so easily and happily. You felt no reason to play hard to get when you wanted it as much as he did. If not more.
Valarr held securely onto your waist, ensuring he was deep inside you and rolling you back and forth, rather than moving out of you. You sounded impossibly wet, as always; this was the effect he had on you. It was all enough to make you hum and bite your lip. You sat up and held your breasts; he loved watching you play with yourself, touch yourself. Valarr maintained the pace and felt your thighs clench against him as you finally came. You lifted your chin to the ceiling but he pulled you to him, taking your face so he could kiss you, his Wife.
daeron
You had convinced yourself Daeron hadn't been paying attention to you, listening to the conversations you engaged in whilst walking the gardens of the castle. And as you finally resigned to accept that he was too preoccupied with the thought of wine, or ale, when his next cup was, he surprised you in the most glorious of ways.
A painting of a view from home you had talked about missing dearly. A dress you had grown fond of, seeing another Lady at the Keep wear; only it was unique and embellished, more in line with the shades you wore. A necklace he believed you would adore, and right he was. You would wear it to sleep, you even wore it in the bath. As Daeron came into your chamber to surprise you with it, you were overcome with emotion, gaping at him as if he were your shooting star.
"Daeron, you-" Your bottom lip wobbled as he unhooked it and draped it around your neck, hooking the clasp back into one of the loops. You regarded yourself in the mirror momentarily before wiping tears from your eyes. It had been a hard few days; you had hardly seen him and worried he had gone missing.
"Only the best for my Princess." He gazed at you as his fingers gently grazed the skin of your shoulders, squeezing you encouragingly. "My light."
You had pounced on him, taking him by total surprise. The pair of you collapsed onto the bed and your mouth was all over him. Your sweet high pitched moans echoed around the room and Daeron clasped onto your face tightly, his tongue diving into your mouth, rolling across your tongue. He moaned back, as your hands explored his body, right to his crotch. You smiled at just feeling the size of him. One of the biggest in Westeros, no? You had posed many a night to yourself.
Daeron panted as you massaged him over his maroon breeches. You were overcome with love, passion for this man. Your Prince. He twirled your hair around his fingers as you slipped your hand into his breeches, the base of your palm stretching down his length, fingers around his solid balls that were almost as big as the palm of your hands alone. You helped him remove them from his waist, and freed his cock for you to enjoy. Daeron leant back against the bed, your lips kissing him, rubbing against him. He closed his eyes, but was desperate to watch your every move.
"Do you like your new gift?" He asked you, and you nodded without word. You released your tongue against him and licked him from base to tip slowly, and then pushed him as far as your throat could take.
Your afternoon was a heated mess of moans, tearing at clothes, rolling on the bed until you were almost dazed and dizzy, sweating and trembling. Daeron was on top one moment, his toned torso sliding against yours as he fucked you. You were then on top of him, digging your fingernails into his chest, leaving crescent-moon shaped indents in his pale skin. You cried out as he pushed his hand against your lower stomach. Daeron had pulled you into his lap as you wrapped your arms and legs around him, your mouths, your tongues unable to move apart from one another.
You had finished on the floor by the balcony, enjoying the sea breeze against your sweating bodies. Though he had come, he remained inside you, panting and exhaling loudly on top of you. You kissed the side of his face, running your hands through his soft dark blonde hair. This Prince, so unassuming, so endlessly loving.
aerion
The first few months of being married to Aerion were a lustful, passionate blur. You had barely left the castle and initially struggled to walk down the hallway without adjusting your underclothes. Your small clothes. Aerion was determined to keep you satisfied and all to himself, like at times the two of you were inseparable. Bound by an unbreakable, unseen tie.
Aerion was called to join his father on a trip to Mistwood, which made you distraught and alleviated simultaneously. Your body yearned for rest, but as you slept soundlessly on the first night, the second you gazed up at the ceiling of your bed, wondering how you would get through the coming seven days. The nights were hot and made you restless, as you lay with the sheets kicked down to your feet so you could feel the breeze against your neglected skin.
Supper's were peaceful, with most of the men away in Mistwood, except Baelor, who had come from Dragonstone, and Rhaegal who had always matters to attend to. His presence reassured you and you enjoyed his company, especially as he spoke so infrequently. On the fifth night he informed you Maekar had sent correspondence; they were delayed and would be back in a week. In your chamber you kept busy until you could no longer keep your eyes open, reading or sewing, or even painting when you had the patience for it. Only one night you cried, you allowed yourself to look up at the night sky and wonder if he were looking up at the moon, thinking of you too.
When the day finally came, you joined the others at the gate, anticipating their return. A rush of adrenaline riddled your body as you watched the procession, and felt your heart race at the sight of Aerion, gliding up on his horse and dismounting at ease. He came to you first, his platinum blonde hair fluffed from the wind.
"Princess." Aerion kissed you once, his cheeks flushed pink, as you tried maintaining your excitement. You had put on your new black and blood-red embroidered dress for it. Even seeing Maekar, you smiled at him until he rubbed your shoulder encouragingly.
You returned to your chamber at Aerion's side, your hands behind your back as you walked slowly, listening to Aerion describe the journey home, Mistwood, the tedious Lord's.
"It sounds wonderful." You said, intrigued by how Aerion had recalled it.
As you stepped through the door, Aerion closed it behind him and had started undressing before you. You watched for a moment, curious at his eagerness, as he undressed until he remained in only his red undershirt. His throbbing cock was desperate to come out.
"Take your clothes off. Or I will tear them from you." He exhaled as if he had been running uphill.
You stripped slowly for him until you were in only your stockings. As you stood up straight Aerion was at you, taking your face in his hands so suddenly you almost fell back.
Aerion's lips were forceful, passionate, as he took over your mouth, his tongue rolling into you, making you moan for him.
"Aerion."
He lifted you up onto the bed and climbed after you, guiding you back with his lips still attached to yours, determined not to break.
"My Princess." He exhaled into your mouth, as you felt his hands over your body, around your waist, down to your backside to bring you closer to him. Aerion smacked you gently and pulled away noisily from your mouth. "Turn around." He grazed his index finger across your wet bottom lip.
You turned away from him and knew then how Aerion wanted to have you. His hands grasped your backside tightly and pulled you back into him hard. You felt the tip of his erection glide over your wetness, separating your folds, as you rested your elbows into the bedding. It sent goosebumps across your back, and you pressed your mouth against the back of your forearm.
"Did you hate waiting for me?" Aerion asked, and you nodded, your platinum hair tickling your back.
As he thrusted his hard cock into you, the time apart had evaporated and it were as if he had never left you at all. The sensation of him filling you so determinedly, feeling his hands over your soft supple skin made you grab fistfuls of your bedding, squeezing tight enough you thought you may break your nails. You cried out into the bed as he spanked you, hard enough until the room filled with the sounds of smacking of skin. You arched your back like a cat as his rhythm picked up and he pounded against you harder. Aerion very rarely was gentle with you in these intimate moments, but it worked. You adored him for it.
"Did you miss me?" Aerion panted loudly, his hands both at your backside, squeezing hard, .
You lifted your head up and nodded, flexing your hands out of fists.
"Every minute."
Aerion smacked your backside again and turned you over, desperate to see your face again as he teetered on the verge of coming. He spread your legs as he settled between them and massaged your breasts. You gazed up at his face, his steely eyes as he pushed his hard cock into you again. You held your breath until you knew he was fully inside you, and finally you cried out, as he hit that spot that you could never determine if it hurt, or was painfully good.
He scrunched his nose as he thrust into you, his platinum hair messed from the intensity, the physicality. Aerion thumbed your clit as he fucked you relentlessly, as you had dreamt of since he had left. Your hands scratched his hairy thighs gently, your fingernails leaving pink lines in his skin. You knew it wouldn't be long before you came, especially when he had you this way. Seeing his face look down at yours, knowing he was pleasuring you so intensely. You bit your bottom lip, your chest heaving. Aerion had tried to make it so you both came at the same time; he usually was first, but it was never due to his lack of trying. This time you came first, clenching around his thick cock, lifting your chin up to cry out in relief as that indescribable feeling washed over your body. Within a minute Aerion released inside you, his fingers digging deep enough into your hips to leave bruises that would emerge later. Aerion ran his hands through his hair then and collapsed on top of you, his lips keen to still have you, kiss you, taste you. He licked you, from bottom lip to the tip of your nose.
As you panted against one another, you held the back of his head as it rested on your collar bone. Aerion was still inside you, and unbeknownst to you both it was in that moment you conceived your first.
baelor
Even before your ceremony you knew how busy a man Baelor was. There was much weighing on his shoulders, and an unfathomable amount on his mind. Baelor enjoyed sharing a space with you at Dragonstone, even if you were doing separate things. As you embroidered, he read and responded to letters, but when you yawned and stretched in your chair, his eyes lifted to admire you in the peace you two shared.
"Late is the hour." Baelor's rich voice was lax at this time, and you knew he only spoke when it mattered. "You should return to our chamber. I will join you soon."
You gazed up at him from your book sleepily and slowly inhaled, wondering how much longer he would be up for. You rose from your seat and moved to stand behind Baelor, hugging him gently with your arms wrapped around his shoulders. He squeezed you back then turned to kiss you, holding your face with his hand.
You settled into bed, the pillow cool against your cheek, just as you liked. On your side, turned away from the door too anxious to face it. As you began to drift to sleep, a creak in the bed stirred you back, the bedding shifted to Baelor's weight as he joined you.
His hand caressed you from behind, at your waist, he squeezed you reassuringly. The air smelled of extinguished candles, his body of his natural musk. You felt his hand at your hip, massaging you, moving down your thighs between your legs. Smiling, you pushed your face into your pillow, enjoying the sensation of his hands on you. You liked not having to do much when it came to foreplay, Baelor was all over it. He initiated mostly, and he would touch, kiss you like his life depended on it.
"You are still awake." Baelor spoke softly, you could feel it against the side of your ear.
"As are you." You smiled though he could not see your face.
You felt his body against your back, his groin gently moving against your backside. A sweet almost inaudible moan escaped your mouth as you felt his hands on you. His fingers grazed your backside, sending goosebumps rippling over you. Baelor lifted your leg to rest on him, and he found your sweet wetness, his fingers tickling you. You lifted your chin at the sensation, as he then slipped his finger inside you.
"Mm." You exhaled as he put his other arm underneath your neck to support you.
Baelor was unable to keep himself from you longer, putting your legs back together, he adjusted his dark veiny cock, sliding against the back of you, his tip gently pressing against your entrance. He wanted to fuck you from behind, you felt tighter, you moaned sweeter, more intensely. As he pushed into you, you gripped the side of the bed and felt that familiar but overwhelming wave of pleasure wash over you. Baelor held you by the waist with one hand and slowly bent his other arm underneath your neck, gently bringing it in as if he were to strangle you with his forearm but he stopped. He let you rest against him, kiss him. You resisted the urge to bite him as Baelor quickly built up his pace, fucking you harder and more adoringly. He exhaled against you, feeling you tremble, your pussy clench around him. He felt you press your backside into him and he couldn't help but smile.
"You like that, hm?" He told you.
"I love it." You sounded as if you were in pain, but it couldn't be further from the truth. Your cries rippled against his forearm.
Baelor grunted against you as he thrust harder, deeper and you gritted your teeth, stifling a high pitch moan as best you could.
"Moan for me Princess." Baelor spoke. "Don't hold it in."
You nodded, you did not care to keep it inside you any longer. You did not care his guard could hear, or your daughter in the next room may wake from the sounds. Selfishly, you wanted to make the castle walls vibrate from the moans of pleasure.
Baelor pulled out from you and guided you onto your back as he collapsed on top of you, his hands moving your messed hair from your face to see you properly. He spread your legs to rest against your body, your hands got to his wet cock before he could, massaging him and pulling him to be inside you once again. As he entered you again, you closed your eyes and tried to lift your chin, a high-pitched moan emitting from you. Baelor took your face as he began to fuck you, squeezing you just enough to make you open your eyes again.
"Look at me, my darling." He panted as he then finally kissed you.
authors note: req by @wooceanic <3 I'm sorry this took so long!!!!!
maekar
Maekar maintains a stern temperament with all except you. You see how he scolds the Ser’s, maesters, his brothers, the stewards, all who test his patience. A stare, a smack at the back of the head, a shove. He towers above them all. There is only an infinity of love and patience for you.
In the moments shared just between you, when he thinks no one is watching, nor can they see, he pats you on the backside, grazes his hand against the side of your neck. Maybe even a peck on the cheek. A tug by the wrist into a dark corner to embrace you and kiss you. Though, even when he is in one of his impatient mood's and feeling argumentative, with you, he never is cruel, nor is he vicious.
The two-hour ride to the woods to celebrate Rhaegal's Nameday, a great hunt and feast. Maekar joined you in the carriage instead of riding with the others by horse. He had been well-behaved initially, but you knew better than all, that it started with a little bicker. A little teasing. And then heated contest.
"I told you to wear your red gown today." He started with, a mere fifteen minutes into the journey.
"Darling this is my red gown." You answered immediately, as you tried looking out through the cracks in the window. You could just about make out the blur of the green trees.
"You know which gown I meant. That is maroon." Maekar was playing with a tassel on his tunic as he watched you ease back on your side of the carriage.
"Maroon is red. You should have been more specific." You hummed and after a beat. "Oh I thought you meant this one anyway. It is the newest one."
"Hmm." He grumbled something incoherent, you never tried to ask what he was saying - there was no point. Maekar flickered his eyebrow up in thought.
"Why don't you leave me out a gown specifically. And I can please you as you so desire." Only you could say something so waspish to Maekar and make him semi-hard. Especially with that teasing smile on your face.
"They all come off you the same." He tore his eyes off you for a moment, trying to calm himself. Just watching you red-faced from the heat in the carriage made him hard.
"Please do free me of it.” You exhaled as you used your hand to fan yourself. “It's frightfully hot today Maekar."
He watched in silence, a bead of sweat rolled out from the bottom of your hairline, down the side of your next and across your collar bone. You caught his eye, watching you, then, and he launched off from his seat.
His hands grasped your face first, and you felt his lips crashing against yours desperately. Maekar kissed you, a gentle grunt escaping him as your hands held his face mostly out of support. You had not been intimate for some time; Maekar had been busy assisting Baelor with all matters across the realm. He would not say specifics, he never did, so you learned quickly to never ask. By the time Maekar would get to bed you were fast asleep. He couldn't bring himself to wake you when you looked so peaceful, so angellic.
"Mm- fuck Maekar." You groaned as he bit your lip in the intensity. He pulled away slightly hoping he had not made your lip bleed.
Maekar's tongue soon pushed against yours until you laughed. You spread your legs so he could rest against you, but you both slipped from the seat to the floor of the carriage when it rocked unexpectedly. Maekar pushed his groin into you as he kissed you, he was an unstoppable force sucking your tongue unabashedly loudly. His torso pressed into you to make sure you would not roll around the carriage.
"We cannot- we cannot do this here." You panted between kisses, breathless almost, and he finally tore his mouth from yours, instead planting kissing across to your neck, down to your collar bone.
Maekar groaned as he sucked at you, kissed you, moving all over your body. He bunched up the skirt of your dress, burying himself in material to get to your body.
"Oh yes we can." Maekar grunted as you felt his facial hair against the bare skin of your inner thigh. He kissed you slowly, intimately, and you sighed at the sensation. His hands massaging your thighs warmed you like the summer heat could never. You could not see his face, nor anticipate what he was going to do next.
You felt a single finger at your entrance, making you flinch and grab the door handle to the carriage. Maekar tickled you, as he parted your briefs slowly, his middle finger slipped against you slowly, separating your hot wet folds. You bit your lip as he then rolled his tongue between your legs, the tip of his tongue moving cruelly but deliciously slowly. You moaned with your lips pressed together, your brow tensing, almost frowning down as you watched Maekar's hulking form below, half hidden under your skirt.
"You're going to make me come in this carriage if you keep doing that." You whispered, though the sound of the horses, the carriage itself were loud enough to cover the sounds of you both.
"That's the intent." Maekar spoke against you, his tongue continuing to lick you, flick you.
You arched your back as you felt the sensation build and erupt, as you clenched your thighs against Maekar's head. You were unable to keep your cries of pleasure quiet, gripping whatever you could that was in reach, with Maekar ensuring your legs were spread wide for him.
"God's, Maekar, you're-" You stammered, panting, sweating, chest heaving below you. "Oh Maekar!" You cried and the carriage stopped to a halt.
You froze as did Maekar, his tongue had flicked your clit to an inch of her life. He kissed you between your legs and emerged from your skirt, red faced and flustered. Maekar sat in his seat as you were flustered, desperately trying to get back into yours.
The carriage door swung open as the guard, Ser Link emerged from the sunlight. He blinked, regarding you both. Maekar smoothed down his messed platinum hair as you tried to regulate your breathing, your full chest heaving.
"Is everything okay my Prince, Princess? I thought I 'eard crying."
valarr
Valarr kept his distance from you initially and you thought he was upset with the arrangement once it had been officially announced. It was both out of your control but as you began to spend more time alone with him he warmed to you, and you couldn’t get him off of you. The night of your ceremony was exhausting but passionate, and a sign of things to come.
Valarr had many obligations and as the First Born Son to the First in Line to the Throne, there were many duties for him to perfect. Especially under Baelor. He returned to your chamber late into the night often, but he always woke you in the best of ways.
You woke to his lips against yours, the sweetest way to be stirred. Valarr knelt into your bed and climbed in to join you under the sheets, already stripped and ready for you.
"Where were you this night?" You asked quietly, stretching a little as Valarr ran his hand up the side of your body across the ridges of your ribs, to the base of your arm pit. You shook from the ticklish sensation.
"There's much unrest at Iron's Spear. Father wanted my ear on the Small Council this eve." Valarr spoke so eloquently. Women were not for council meetings, or many things for that matter. He knew it intrigued you to no end and kept you informed of all that he knew. It reassured you, to know he entrusted you with such information.
As Valarr spoke he lifted your night dress slowly from the hem, bunching the material up as he pulled it over your head. Valarr rested his body onto yours and kissed you lovingly, running his fingers through your hair as you became free of clothing. You felt safest under the sheets with Valarr, it were as if nothing could harm either of you. Your hands worked their way up his body, from his plump backside, up his smooth back, around to his downy chest, up to his shoulders. Oh how the others had no idea how hairy Valarr truly was. This was all for you. Over the past few months he had grown strong from his training, on the horse, sword play, archery, to name a few. You took to watching him fight Aerion in the courtyard despite the trainer being very much much against it. You imagined it when Valarr was away from your bed, and you were alone, under the sheets as your fingers explored your body - the vision pleasured you deeply. Endlessly.
Valarr rolled his groin into you teasingly as you kissed, enough to make you gasp involuntarily into his mouth. His tongue melted against yours, almost becoming one. You couldn't help but smile as you felt him pushing down into you. It had been some months since you wed and through experimenting the many positions with Valarr, you found riding him on top was not only your favourite but also his. He would start on top of you, to get you wet and ready for him, then gently hold you as he rolled onto his back, and you were straddling him. Valarr did the same that night, each time becoming more smooth with his movements.
You rested your hands, your fingers into his hairy torso, kissing him and running your fingers up the side of his neck, through his luscious soft brown hair. Valarr sucked at your bottom lip noisily, groaning as you positioned his eager cock inside you. You were impatient. Once Valarr initiated, you unravelled so easily and happily. You felt no reason to play hard to get when you wanted it as much as he did. If not more.
Valarr held securely onto your waist, ensuring he was deep inside you and rolling you back and forth, rather than moving out of you. You sounded impossibly wet, as always; this was the effect he had on you. It was all enough to make you hum and bite your lip. You sat up and held your breasts; he loved watching you play with yourself, touch yourself. Valarr maintained the pace and felt your thighs clench against him as you finally came. You lifted your chin to the ceiling but he pulled you to him, taking your face so he could kiss you, his Wife.
daeron
You had convinced yourself Daeron hadn't been paying attention to you, listening to the conversations you engaged in whilst walking the gardens of the castle. And as you finally resigned to accept that he was too preoccupied with the thought of wine, or ale, when his next cup was, he surprised you in the most glorious of ways.
A painting of a view from home you had talked about missing dearly. A dress you had grown fond of, seeing another Lady at the Keep wear; only it was unique and embellished, more in line with the shades you wore. A necklace he believed you would adore, and right he was. You would wear it to sleep, you even wore it in the bath. As Daeron came into your chamber to surprise you with it, you were overcome with emotion, gaping at him as if he were your shooting star.
"Daeron, you-" Your bottom lip wobbled as he unhooked it and draped it around your neck, hooking the clasp back into one of the loops. You regarded yourself in the mirror momentarily before wiping tears from your eyes. It had been a hard few days; you had hardly seen him and worried he had gone missing.
"Only the best for my Princess." He gazed at you as his fingers gently grazed the skin of your shoulders, squeezing you encouragingly. "My light."
You had pounced on him, taking him by total surprise. The pair of you collapsed onto the bed and your mouth was all over him. Your sweet high pitched moans echoed around the room and Daeron clasped onto your face tightly, his tongue diving into your mouth, rolling across your tongue. He moaned back, as your hands explored his body, right to his crotch. You smiled at just feeling the size of him. One of the biggest in Westeros, no? You had posed many a night to yourself.
Daeron panted as you massaged him over his maroon breeches. You were overcome with love, passion for this man. Your Prince. He twirled your hair around his fingers as you slipped your hand into his breeches, the base of your palm stretching down his length, fingers around his solid balls that were almost as big as the palm of your hands alone. You helped him remove them from his waist, and freed his cock for you to enjoy. Daeron leant back against the bed, your lips kissing him, rubbing against him. He closed his eyes, but was desperate to watch your every move.
"Do you like your new gift?" He asked you, and you nodded without word. You released your tongue against him and licked him from base to tip slowly, and then pushed him as far as your throat could take.
Your afternoon was a heated mess of moans, tearing at clothes, rolling on the bed until you were almost dazed and dizzy, sweating and trembling. Daeron was on top one moment, his toned torso sliding against yours as he fucked you. You were then on top of him, digging your fingernails into his chest, leaving crescent-moon shaped indents in his pale skin. You cried out as he pushed his hand against your lower stomach. Daeron had pulled you into his lap as you wrapped your arms and legs around him, your mouths, your tongues unable to move apart from one another.
You had finished on the floor by the balcony, enjoying the sea breeze against your sweating bodies. Though he had come, he remained inside you, panting and exhaling loudly on top of you. You kissed the side of his face, running your hands through his soft dark blonde hair. This Prince, so unassuming, so endlessly loving.
aerion
The first few months of being married to Aerion were a lustful, passionate blur. You had barely left the castle and initially struggled to walk down the hallway without adjusting your underclothes. Your small clothes. Aerion was determined to keep you satisfied and all to himself, like at times the two of you were inseparable. Bound by an unbreakable, unseen tie.
Aerion was called to join his father on a trip to Mistwood, which made you distraught and alleviated simultaneously. Your body yearned for rest, but as you slept soundlessly on the first night, the second you gazed up at the ceiling of your bed, wondering how you would get through the coming seven days. The nights were hot and made you restless, as you lay with the sheets kicked down to your feet so you could feel the breeze against your neglected skin.
Supper's were peaceful, with most of the men away in Mistwood, except Baelor, who had come from Dragonstone, and Rhaegal who had always matters to attend to. His presence reassured you and you enjoyed his company, especially as he spoke so infrequently. On the fifth night he informed you Maekar had sent correspondence; they were delayed and would be back in a week. In your chamber you kept busy until you could no longer keep your eyes open, reading or sewing, or even painting when you had the patience for it. Only one night you cried, you allowed yourself to look up at the night sky and wonder if he were looking up at the moon, thinking of you too.
When the day finally came, you joined the others at the gate, anticipating their return. A rush of adrenaline riddled your body as you watched the procession, and felt your heart race at the sight of Aerion, gliding up on his horse and dismounting at ease. He came to you first, his platinum blonde hair fluffed from the wind.
"Princess." Aerion kissed you once, his cheeks flushed pink, as you tried maintaining your excitement. You had put on your new black and blood-red embroidered dress for it. Even seeing Maekar, you smiled at him until he rubbed your shoulder encouragingly.
You returned to your chamber at Aerion's side, your hands behind your back as you walked slowly, listening to Aerion describe the journey home, Mistwood, the tedious Lord's.
"It sounds wonderful." You said, intrigued by how Aerion had recalled it.
As you stepped through the door, Aerion closed it behind him and had started undressing before you. You watched for a moment, curious at his eagerness, as he undressed until he remained in only his red undershirt. His throbbing cock was desperate to come out.
"Take your clothes off. Or I will tear them from you." He exhaled as if he had been running uphill.
You stripped slowly for him until you were in only your stockings. As you stood up straight Aerion was at you, taking your face in his hands so suddenly you almost fell back.
Aerion's lips were forceful, passionate, as he took over your mouth, his tongue rolling into you, making you moan for him.
"Aerion."
He lifted you up onto the bed and climbed after you, guiding you back with his lips still attached to yours, determined not to break.
"My Princess." He exhaled into your mouth, as you felt his hands over your body, around your waist, down to your backside to bring you closer to him. Aerion smacked you gently and pulled away noisily from your mouth. "Turn around." He grazed his index finger across your wet bottom lip.
You turned away from him and knew then how Aerion wanted to have you. His hands grasped your backside tightly and pulled you back into him hard. You felt the tip of his erection glide over your wetness, separating your folds, as you rested your elbows into the bedding. It sent goosebumps across your back, and you pressed your mouth against the back of your forearm.
"Did you hate waiting for me?" Aerion asked, and you nodded, your platinum hair tickling your back.
As he thrusted his hard cock into you, the time apart had evaporated and it were as if he had never left you at all. The sensation of him filling you so determinedly, feeling his hands over your soft supple skin made you grab fistfuls of your bedding, squeezing tight enough you thought you may break your nails. You cried out into the bed as he spanked you, hard enough until the room filled with the sounds of smacking of skin. You arched your back like a cat as his rhythm picked up and he pounded against you harder. Aerion very rarely was gentle with you in these intimate moments, but it worked. You adored him for it.
"Did you miss me?" Aerion panted loudly, his hands both at your backside, squeezing hard, .
You lifted your head up and nodded, flexing your hands out of fists.
"Every minute."
Aerion smacked your backside again and turned you over, desperate to see your face again as he teetered on the verge of coming. He spread your legs as he settled between them and massaged your breasts. You gazed up at his face, his steely eyes as he pushed his hard cock into you again. You held your breath until you knew he was fully inside you, and finally you cried out, as he hit that spot that you could never determine if it hurt, or was painfully good.
He scrunched his nose as he thrust into you, his platinum hair messed from the intensity, the physicality. Aerion thumbed your clit as he fucked you relentlessly, as you had dreamt of since he had left. Your hands scratched his hairy thighs gently, your fingernails leaving pink lines in his skin. You knew it wouldn't be long before you came, especially when he had you this way. Seeing his face look down at yours, knowing he was pleasuring you so intensely. You bit your bottom lip, your chest heaving. Aerion had tried to make it so you both came at the same time; he usually was first, but it was never due to his lack of trying. This time you came first, clenching around his thick cock, lifting your chin up to cry out in relief as that indescribable feeling washed over your body. Within a minute Aerion released inside you, his fingers digging deep enough into your hips to leave bruises that would emerge later. Aerion ran his hands through his hair then and collapsed on top of you, his lips keen to still have you, kiss you, taste you. He licked you, from bottom lip to the tip of your nose.
As you panted against one another, you held the back of his head as it rested on your collar bone. Aerion was still inside you, and unbeknownst to you both it was in that moment you conceived your first.
baelor
Even before your ceremony you knew how busy a man Baelor was. There was much weighing on his shoulders, and an unfathomable amount on his mind. Baelor enjoyed sharing a space with you at Dragonstone, even if you were doing separate things. As you embroidered, he read and responded to letters, but when you yawned and stretched in your chair, his eyes lifted to admire you in the peace you two shared.
"Late is the hour." Baelor's rich voice was lax at this time, and you knew he only spoke when it mattered. "You should return to our chamber. I will join you soon."
You gazed up at him from your book sleepily and slowly inhaled, wondering how much longer he would be up for. You rose from your seat and moved to stand behind Baelor, hugging him gently with your arms wrapped around his shoulders. He squeezed you back then turned to kiss you, holding your face with his hand.
You settled into bed, the pillow cool against your cheek, just as you liked. On your side, turned away from the door too anxious to face it. As you began to drift to sleep, a creak in the bed stirred you back, the bedding shifted to Baelor's weight as he joined you.
His hand caressed you from behind, at your waist, he squeezed you reassuringly. The air smelled of extinguished candles, his body of his natural musk. You felt his hand at your hip, massaging you, moving down your thighs between your legs. Smiling, you pushed your face into your pillow, enjoying the sensation of his hands on you. You liked not having to do much when it came to foreplay, Baelor was all over it. He initiated mostly, and he would touch, kiss you like his life depended on it.
"You are still awake." Baelor spoke softly, you could feel it against the side of your ear.
"As are you." You smiled though he could not see your face.
You felt his body against your back, his groin gently moving against your backside. A sweet almost inaudible moan escaped your mouth as you felt his hands on you. His fingers grazed your backside, sending goosebumps rippling over you. Baelor lifted your leg to rest on him, and he found your sweet wetness, his fingers tickling you. You lifted your chin at the sensation, as he then slipped his finger inside you.
"Mm." You exhaled as he put his other arm underneath your neck to support you.
Baelor was unable to keep himself from you longer, putting your legs back together, he adjusted his dark veiny cock, sliding against the back of you, his tip gently pressing against your entrance. He wanted to fuck you from behind, you felt tighter, you moaned sweeter, more intensely. As he pushed into you, you gripped the side of the bed and felt that familiar but overwhelming wave of pleasure wash over you. Baelor held you by the waist with one hand and slowly bent his other arm underneath your neck, gently bringing it in as if he were to strangle you with his forearm but he stopped. He let you rest against him, kiss him. You resisted the urge to bite him as Baelor quickly built up his pace, fucking you harder and more adoringly. He exhaled against you, feeling you tremble, your pussy clench around him. He felt you press your backside into him and he couldn't help but smile.
"You like that, hm?" He told you.
"I love it." You sounded as if you were in pain, but it couldn't be further from the truth. Your cries rippled against his forearm.
Baelor grunted against you as he thrust harder, deeper and you gritted your teeth, stifling a high pitch moan as best you could.
"Moan for me Princess." Baelor spoke. "Don't hold it in."
You nodded, you did not care to keep it inside you any longer. You did not care his guard could hear, or your daughter in the next room may wake from the sounds. Selfishly, you wanted to make the castle walls vibrate from the moans of pleasure.
Baelor pulled out from you and guided you onto your back as he collapsed on top of you, his hands moving your messed hair from your face to see you properly. He spread your legs to rest against your body, your hands got to his wet cock before he could, massaging him and pulling him to be inside you once again. As he entered you again, you closed your eyes and tried to lift your chin, a high-pitched moan emitting from you. Baelor took your face as he began to fuck you, squeezing you just enough to make you open your eyes again.
"Look at me, my darling." He panted as he then finally kissed you.
You had been watching Aerion and Valarr duel in the garden, their teacher Tor had been at his wits end with the pair of them, constantly trying to one-up the other. You were sat close by and as Aerion threw his sword down to rest, you smiled, taking the opportunity. You took his place as you picked up the sword and challenged Valarr.
"Princess, you should not-" Tor began but Valarr smiled at you.
"No, let her try." Valarr was red-faced from duelling Aerion already, his hair flicking at the ends with perspiration. He wiped his forehead with the back of his arm and encouraged you.
Valarr advanced one step, extending his sword to clash yours without hesitating. His eyes sparkled in the sunlight and you could feel the strength he held in his sword. You felt exhilarated to hold Aerion's sword, it felt otherworldly. He advanced again and you stepped back, holding your skirt with one hand so you didn't trip on the material. You defended yourself well, turning as Valarr guided the duel, the sun was soon in your face again. You batted his sword away once more and saw the mocking smirk on his face; the sun was bright, but you were determined.
Valarr stepped forward quickly, pushing his sword against yours, it was almost at your face. You dropped your skirt and held your sword with both hand's, desperate to not let Valarr push you over. You dug your heels into the floor and glanced to the side, almost as if someone were catching you duelling. Valarr followed your gaze, and for a moment his concentration buckled, you pushed him away from you, almost sending him off his feet and on his back. He chuckled and wiped his chin with this back of his hand.
"Smart move. Better on your feet than you look." Valarr glanced to Aerion and then back to you. "What do you think Aerion?"
Aerion watched with his tongue curled to the corner of his mouth, he was tired, sweating. That night Aerion was besotted with you. As you undressed one another, climbing onto the bed, he pushed you against the head of the bed. Your hands rested against the wall as he took you by the waist. Aerion gripped your doughy skin tightly, as you arched your back, your backside moving against his groin.
"You know how to enchant me, my Princess." He sighed as he slapped your backside.
You hummed with your lips pressed together tightly, and the sound only spurred him on. Without being able to see Aerion you were unsure what he was going to do next, but it turned you on.
"You know behaving like that arouses me so?" He asked you and you nodded; he slapped you hard again. "Is that why you do it?"
"Of course." You hummed again and he thrust into you, catching you by surprise. "I prefer your sword." You exhaled.
Aerion put his thumb to your asshole, pressing down into you. His other hand smoothed across your breasts, to your neck; he squeezed gently. Aerion felt glorious inside you, stretching you and thrusting deep. You moaned against the wall as he picked up speed, griping your waist tighter. Aerion brought you closer to his body, he slapped your backside hard, enough to make you moan again.
"Harder, Aerion." You moaned softly, lifting your chin. Aerion smacked you harder as you asked, hard enough to make you bite your bottom lip. Seeing you with a sword, fighting Valarr, as innocent as it was, was enough to turn Aerion hot unlike anything else. He turned you over, pulling you down the bed so you were looking up at him.
"I want to see your face." Aerion exhaled, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand as he looked down at your hot body, your heaving chest.
He grabbed you by the hips, pulling you closer to his body as he rested on his knees, positioning himself to fuck you again. You held onto your breasts, tugging gently at your nipples as he watched, blinking slowly. When you felt him enter you again, you lifted your chin, moaning gloriously.
"Oh fuck," He grunted, bending forward to kiss you. You took his face with your hands and held him in place as his rhythm picked up. You moaned into his mouth, across his tongue. Brightflame was ablaze.
valarr
He sat pouting in bed, knocked from his horse earlier. Jousting. Valarr chewed the corner of the inside of his lip as you read by the fire. He was lucky to be not severely injured; only his ego bruised. You closed your book up and set it on the table.
Valarr drank his tea as the maester advised, though it really was just to calm him. You removed your slippers as you stepped slowly towards the bed, playing with your hair at the back of your head, trying to remove the clip pinning half of it up.
"It really was quite a spectacle." You reassured him as his eyes lifted up to you. He huffed to himself as you kicked your slippers to the side. Valarr had dropped most of his clothes to the floor, his mind still on the field.
"Spectacle." He repeated and shook his head gently. "Aerion will not let me forget this one."
"Fuck Aerion." You spoke softly as you climbed into bed, straddling Valarr at the waist - it turned him on in ways he couldn't verbalise. "The brat never wins fairly. You're their favourite."
Something clicked and he finally gazed up at you, his hands holding onto your waist as you settled. Valarr pouted as you gently rolled your hips into him.
"Does it hurt terribly?" You asked, putting your hands gently atop of his. He nodded, his doe-like mismatching eyes looking up at you. You moved your hands slowly to your shoulders, pushing down your nightgown by the straps. Valarr watched, his mouth slightly open. Slowness mattered in these moments, you understood with Valarr, he took in every moment, every second.
The air in your chamber was warm, but the sensation of your nightgown falling down your body to your waist made your nipples hard, and Valarr's hands soon found them. He massaged them as you moved your hair back over your shoulders and out of the way.
"Took him nine lances." You exhaled, to reassure him. "Even then he fell off his horse too."
The sensation of Valarr's hands at your full breasts eased you, sending goosebumps across the skin of your back. He knew well enough to massage you firmly enough without hurting you too much. You shuffled closer to him, your knees almost against the headboard.
"I feel your lance, Prince." You smiled down at him as he put his mouth to your breasts, taking over each one passionately, his tongue circling your nipple, then sucking you fervently. His teeth grazed you, just enough to make you laugh and flinch away from him. Valarr pushed them upward with both hands, pushing his face fully into them. He groaned in relief and you rolled your hips over his crotch, feeling his lance grow stiff. You rested your hands against the head of your bed, sinking against him. You hummed at the sensation of his mouth enjoying your nipples, his hands massaging your breasts.
Valarr pulled his face from you, blushed pink and lips plump. As you gazed down at him, breathing heavily in anticipation, he removed the sheet that blocked your two bodies. Valarr rolled his tongue over your breasts again, your nipples, one at a time, leisurely but slick from his saliva. You could feel his thick erection emerge from under the sheet, and as he helped you shift to sit down on him, he groaned loudly.
"Oh God's, Valarr." You cried as you slowly settled, feeling him fill you up. He pulled his face from your breasts but his hands remained, squeezing, his finger tips digging in hard.
"You’re mine." Valarr exhaled and he wrapped his arm around you, flipping you onto your back as he growled.
baelor
Baelor was a Lord who spoke with effortless knowledge and insight; it was one of his specialities and why you loved him so. It took him a moment, at times, as if his mind were trawling through, like a library for a life of knowledge. Baelor found his words and spoke not of condescension but respect.
The room had emptied and now just the two of you sat, as Baelor scribbled away at his desk, you drank your wine slowly.
"My love, would you check this?" Baelor's soft voice floated through the warm night air. It made you feel honoured, needed, when he involved you with correspondence. He held up his letter to you as you stood, almost floating across the room to reach him.
You gently took the parchment from him, your fingers grazing his. The letter was to Lord Danbridge, a close ally of the Targaryen's, one you had not had the pleasure of meeting yet. You initially scanned the letter before fully reading, but you spotted the name before anything. Castle Jeyne.
"Lord Danbridge is not dwelling in Castle Jeyne. That's the name of their first-born." You paced the room as you read the letter, without looking his way you can sense him shuffling in his seat. The name of the Castle is on the tip of your tongue, you just needed to continue reading for it to come to you.
"Castle Jeyne was named after Lady Jeyne Danbridge, his great grandmother". Baelor rested his knuckle against his forehead in thought.
"Castle Mersei is Lord Danbridge." You continued pacing, reading the letter. The name had come to you. "But there is a Castle Jeyne. In the North I believe, seized by the Starks. It had been under Lord Bridgend."
The recollection surprised you secretly, but you kept it to yourself as you returned to Baelor with the letter. You placed it back on his desk and turned to head to bed, but your wrist gently tugged back by Baelor. It was just enough to make you step back towards him, and he guided you onto his lap.
"Right you are." He smiled impressively as you straddled him in his chair in your velvet nightgown. "Shall I suggest a law to the King, a ban to all Castle's named Jeyne?"
"For the best maybe." You wrapped your arms around your Prince's neck as he felt your hips roll against him.
"My oracle of knowledge." Baelor groaned as he looked at your body, down to your waist
He ran his finger gently across your chest, down to your nipples, grazing your skin gently until they hardened. Baelor massaged you slowly with his finger tips and took your mouth with his, kissing your top lip first. You kissed him back and rolled your hips again, ensuring he felt how wet you were. Then you felt him; his beating erection.
Baelor ran his hands to the bottom of your dress, along your stocking-laden legs, up to your smooth soft thighs. He moaned into your mouth, low and guttural as he reached the top of your legs, the patch of your pubic hair he so enjoyed to play with. He pulled from your mouth and regarded your face, as his finger tickled your clit. He wanted to watch your expression change as you twisted in his lap, as it sent ripples through your body. His fingers tickled you and could hear how wet you were already, Baelor could feel it. He inserted his finger without further teasing, curling inside you. You groaned uncontrollably, closing your eyes at the sensation. Baelor kissed you again and took your bottom lip with his teeth, keeping you in place. With his other hand he loosened his bottoms and released himself; he didn't need to ask you a thing as you shifted in his lap, sitting slowly down on his thick cock.
You put both hands to Baelor's torso as he glowered at you, slowly rolling your hips into him. He moved both hands under your gown, to your bare thighs, there he could move you as he pleased. Baelor kissed you noisily, moaning uncontrollably as you pushed yourself deep into him. It sent ripples across your skin, goosebumps covering you like a robe itself. You bounced on him gently, feeling his hands squeeze you, his eyes burying into you.
"Oh Baelor, fuck." You moaned, it came from deep within you, as his hands moved to your waist, one stayed at your front, the other moved around to your back. At your lower belly, his hand pushed in slightly, making you quiver on top of him, clenching your thighs.
The wooden legs of the chair scraped against the stone floor as you rolled against Baelor harder, he groaned against your neck. He thumbed your clit as you rested your hands at the top of the back of the chair for balance.
"Roll your hips again." He said and kissed your neck, sucking at you gently, then biting.
You rolled your hips and his groaned, jerking his hips uncontrollably until you cried out. Baelor took both of your hands and pinned them behind you against your lower back; you were completely at his mercy as he took over. he held your wrists with one hand and the other held your backside to guide you.
"Does that feel good, my sweet?" Baelor asked, close to your mouth; you nodded, and he nodded. "Good girl. Good girl."
When you came on top of him you trembled, your cries shaky and a laugh escaped you finally - the sensation was always overwhelming but in the most delicious way. He felt your thighs wobble and your chest heave as you tried to gain composure, straddling him, but he didn't want you to do anything of the sort.
daeron
What does it take to make a man like Daeron crumble?
You found yourself caught in the rain, after taking a stroll through the castle's maze. The sun had been shining as you left, almost giddy with excitement after a solid week of rain. And then it came. A thunderous clap high above, as the sky had suddenly turned grey. Before you had a chance, the showers released. So you ran, faster than you ever had in your entire life, and gasped as you made it inside. The castle had grown quiet, and as you reached your chamber you dripped in the doorway.
Daeron had been sat reading in your chamber, and as he looked up to see you trembling and dripping, he scrambled to his feet and came to you.
"God's, Princess, what happened?" He stuttered as he came to you, closing the door behind you - part of your dress had gone see-through from the rain.
"It was sunny when I stepped out." You managed, feeling your teeth chatter against each other.
"Well," Daeron put his hands to your shoulders, initially unsure. "Come here. You're cold."
He began to undress you and swallowed, as you could only tremble in front of him. Daeron untied your dress and twisted you around as he removed your clothes. The fire in the chamber was running low, as it had been sunny outside, but the doors were now closed.
"I got caught in the maze." You whispered as Daeron pulled part of your dress from your arms, freeing you of heavy soaked material.
"The maze?" Daeron repeated. "No wonder you're so wet."
You felt the air against your cold, wet skin, as Daeron draped your clothing over the back of a chair. He took a blanket and wrapped you in it tightly, embracing you close.
"Thank you." You spoke into the blanket but Daeron could still understand you, as he used his body to warm you up.
"This should not arouse me so." He exhaled; he smelled of raspberries, fruits, and as he held you tightly, you gently rubbed your wet pink cold cheek against his chest.
You opened your blanket, wrapping your arms around Daeron's torso to bring him into the blanket. You exhaled softly against his body and he shuffled you both towards the bed, drawing the covers back. Daeron settled you down and began undressing himself, allowing you to watch him. He gazed down at you as he removed your blanket and climbed into bed with you, pulling the covers over both of your heads. Under the sheets, you smiled as you could just about see his face as he settled on top of your body. You were still cold but he didn't mind it, he was desperate to warm you up by any means.
Daeron parted your legs and rested against you as he ran his hand over your face. You leaned into his hold and closed your eyes, as you felt his lips against yours. It was soft, and tender, and soon you felt his tongue almost melt into yours; all you could taste were raspberries.
"Are you still cold?" He asked into your mouth, kissing you gently.
You tilted your head; it was neither no, nor yes. Daeron put his hands into your half-braided wet hair and pushed it upward, out of the way. He continued kissing you and put his hands to your cold breasts, his wide strong hands taking over them completely until you moaned into his mouth, you legs wrapping around his body.
Daeron sucked at his two fingers before stroking you at the top of your legs. You were already wet but he yearned to add to it, any excuse to feel you intimately. Daeron adjusted himself before he slowly fucked you, his hips rolling forward under the sheets. You soon forgot why this had happened in the first place as Daeron's mouth enchanted you so. He kissed you as if this were his last day with you, barely pulling away from your mouth to even breathe. You moaned against his tongue as you felt him stretch you, his body fully against yours to warm you now.
maekar
Maekar is a stern, fortified man, but when it comes to you he falters instantaneously.
There is nothing Maekar will instinctively do more than protect you, but you know how to protect yourself. Lord Ferrier caught your attention as you headed to the dining hall.
"Good evening Lord Ferrier." You gently tilted your head to acknowledge him and he blew a raspberry instead.
For a moment you were unsure of his attitude; then it came to you. The night prior you had declined his invite to dance, or rather pretended you had not seen it. Your heart sank, as he widened his eyes at you.
"My Lady," He said and his chest rose as he took a breath. "I'm unsure which hole of a castle you were raised in, but it's not custom to decline highborns in a formal setting."
"Lord Ferrier, forgive me, I simply-" You began but he lifted his hand gently and you felt a fire inside your chest.
"As I said. Maybe your Prince simply only see's what is between your legs, your countenance. I'm a guest after all, similarly as you." Lord Ferrier continued and you exhaled quietly to yourself; if you spoke it would make the plight more woeful.
But as you remained silent, it only agitated him more and his moustache twitched.
"I can understand why, as ungodly as it is, the Targaryen's kept it within their family... Now whore's roam the castle." He said and your hand moved before you could think to stop it. You struck him across the face and he flinched, just as you heard the footsteps.
Lord Ferrier's eyes darkened as he looked to you, then the figure behind you approaching.
"What the fuck is going on?" Maekar asked flatly, his voice low, you turned to look at him, your eyes glossy from anger.
"Nothing, my Prince." Lord Ferrier regarded Maekar, unflinching.
"Nothing?" Maekar looked between the two of you, towering above. "And might who be these whores you are referring to? My wife?"
You glanced to Lord Ferrier who suddenly appeared very uncomfortable. Your heart raced in your chest, feeling Maekar's eyes on you.
"Has Lord Ferrier insulted you, my love?" His eyes softened at you and gripped your shoulder.
You still did not speak; he had heard what escaped Lord Ferrier's lips. Your eyes said it all. Maekar turned to him and took him by the shoulder, walking him down the hallway in long strides. You watched as they disappeared round the corner, the squeak of boots against stone.
Supper had been long and uncomfortable for you, but Lord Ferrier was seated far from you and barely spoke. Baelor's eyes marked you, as had Maekar's, and you were much aware of your heart pounding in your chest, barely touching the food on your plate. There would be consequences for laying hands on a Lord.
After supper you paced your chamber in your nightgown and robe, part of you wanted to leave and speak with Baelor yourself, to clarify the situation. As you stopped by the fire, close to burning your hand to punish yourself, the door opened hastily. Maekar emerged with his brow tensed. Your heart drummed in your chest again as he closed the door and stepped towards you.
"Did you strike Lord Ferrier?" He asked as he stopped in front of you beside the fire; you nodded. "Did he refer to you as a whore?" You nodded again. "And he insulted the Targaryen name?" You nodded once more. "Verily."
Maekar took you by the face and kissed you, taking you by surprise. You took hold of him by the biceps, feeling him take a sharp intake of breath. His lips, his mouth overtook yours as he held your face gently, a gentle grow escaped him into you. Maekar pulled back slowly from your face, looking at you carefully.
"You are not angry with me?" You rubbed your wet lips together as you studied his eyes; you knew you had acted justly, but the consequences could still be dire.
"Why the fuck would I be mad at you?" Maekar looked confused for a moment as he stroked your red cheek with his thumb.
"What happened?" You asked, hoping you would not be subjected to a strike across the back, feet, or hands.
"Baelor is taking governance of matters." Maekar sighed and kissed you again, squeezing you and bringing you into him. "My love, you've made me proud. And hard." He grunted into your mouth, as you rose to your tiptoes you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly.
Maekar lifted you up by the backside as you wrapped your legs around his body, walking you both to the bed. You kissed him passionately, tilting your head to access his mouth better, your tongue pushing against his. Maekar collapsed onto the bed on top of you, his hands at your gown, pulling it from your body, as you then desperately tried to undress him. He growled into your mouth as he pulled away, to see your breasts come free from your gown, your belly, your waist. Maekar ripped it from your legs and threw his undershirt off, along with the rest of his clothes. He rested back against your hot body as you wrapped your legs around him again, his erection digging into you like a sword were at his belt. You exhaled sweetly against his face and he kissed you, groaning into your mouth. His hands moved through your soft long hair, his fingers at your scalp.
"My Princess defended herself as well as our Targaryen name." He spoked into your mouth.
There was a creak in the bed as Maekar shifted, his hands moved from your hair down your body, one at your wetness between your legs. You wriggled beneath him, feeling his fingers graze you teasingly until you moved your body into him. Maekar took his cock and grazed his tip against you, his eyes focusing on your face, watching your expression as he teased you. He rubbed, up and down, as you lifted your chin to the ceiling, and slowly pushed into you. A gasp escaped your lips and his face was at yours again, unable to be away from you any longer. He was sloppy-wet and passionate but it turned you on even more, as his hands were desperate to touch all of you. You ruffled his platinum hair, as he thrust fully inside you. He felt exquisitely hard, and didn't stop until you came, clenching and unravelling around him.
Sorry for the silence - I've been super busy with work! Hope you enjoyed - I tried to make them slightly longer & shoutout to anon, I used quotations this time and I agree it's MUCH BETTER!!! :)
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baelor
Baelor watched you as you slept peacefully. Your eyes fluttered as morning sun came through the curtains. He had been home a mere two hours but only just settled in your chamber. The sight of your face made his body relax, his shoulders, his breathing. He stopped tensing his jaw but remained playing with his wedding ring, twirling it around his finger..
You stirred in your sleep, something pulled you awake and as you rolled over in bed your eyes slightly opened. You saw him. It was a bright early morning and the warm sun on your face eased you into consciousness. Your Baelor was sat watching you, as if he had never left you.
"If you don't come to bed and kiss me, I will never forgive you." You sighed sleepily, and Baelor followed your request. He always did.
Baelor sat on the side of your bed and kissed you, his lips taking your top lip first. His facial hair brushed you gently and he pulled back slowly to begin undressing himself.
"I missed you." He sighed as he pulled his clothes from his body, discarding them to the floor without further thought.
Underneath the sheets you removed your light summer nightgown and kicked it from your legs. Baelor joined you underneath, his mouth melting into yours, his tongue pushing deep as he settled on top of you. He moaned gently and felt your hands over his body, squeezing him, as if you were checking to make sure he was really there.
Baelor massaged your big breasts until you moaned into his mouth, softly, sleepily. He turned you over onto your front and gathered your hair, playing with it tenderly. You rested the side of your face against the pillow, and though you wanted to see Baelor's face, you knew what was coming. You adored him playing with your hair, it sent goosebumps rippling across your body like a wave at the shore. His fingers drifted, down your back and at your backside, he squeezed. You moaned against the pillow and lifted your ass up for him; he loved it when you did that.
Baelor dug his fingers into the fat of your backside, massaging and pushing upward until you moaned again. He lifted your cheeks up and you felt a trickle of wet slide down between the top of your legs. Then, his cock. He pushed slowly into you until you stretched your arms upward, lifting your chin. Baelor felt glorious; with your legs together he felt bigger, deeper. He knew going as slow as he was, it would drive you crazy, feeling every inch of him. Baelor gripped you by the waist, his fingers digging into you again now, his speed picked up and you were awake now, he was sure of that.
"Oh God's." You moaned into the pillow and tried sitting up, feeling Baelor stretch you and fill you.
"My Princess. So wet." He panted, watching as your body moved beneath him, your back arching, your arms, your hands reaching for the headboard, anything to hold onto desperately. He ran his fingers down, across the shape of your spine and with one hand, he took your hair and wrapped it around his hand to bring you up slowly.
"I missed you dearly." You exhaled shakily.
This position was your favourite, as much as it was his. It felt more intense, deeper, and something about being on your hands and knees for Baelor, your backside sticking out for him, made you feel like a goddess. Baelor put his free hand to your lower stomach, pushing inward slowly, enough to make you flinch. He felt deeper, hitting a spot that made you quiver inside.
"And I'm back now." Baelor said as he pulled out of you and turned you over. He had gone long enough without seeing your face.
You looked up at Baelor as his eyes took you in, his hands roaming your body. He put his fingers to your wet entrance and you smiled as you watched him, your hands playing with your breasts. His fingers tickled your clit and he slowly slipped his middle finger inside you, only briefly, as he then brought it to his mouth.
"Oh my god's." You swallowed and pressed your lips together, pulling him down to kiss you again.
maekar
They were a day late home, of course. You accepted that now, it was too late for them to be back, they likely stopped off somewhere for the night outside of King's Landing.
"Could you have someone let me know as soon as they arrive back tomorrow? I'm keen to be at the gates when they-" You were speaking to Ella, your serving lady who was walking just as fast as you were. "Oh my God." Your eyes darted to the figure you knew like the back of your hand now, the way his footsteps sounded.
Maekar was home, marching down the hall towards you with such determination you stopped on the spot. Ella had continued a few steps and paused, watching Maekar make his way to you like nothing in the seven kingdoms could stop him.
"You're home? The raven said you wouldn't be back until the morrow." Your heart fluttered like a butterfly trapped in a cage.
"I'm home my love." Maekar nodded, his eyes fixed on you. In one swift motion he lifted you off your feet and over his shoulder. You shrieked out in surprise, delight, as you looked down at Ella.
"But you haven't had supper." You gasped but he continued walking with you over his shoulder.
"I've got supper right here." Maekar said, smacking you on the backside encouragingly.
Maekar shoved your chamber door open and slammed it shut as quickly as he opened it. He took you to your bed and threw you down, watching you bounce on the blankets. Maekar was all over you before you could speak a word, his hands at your body, his mouth on yours. You hummed against him as he clawed at your back, unhooking your gown piece by piece. His mouth devoured you, as his tongue pushed against yours, and he groaned.
"I thought of you night and day." He exhaled, pulling his mouth noisily away from yours.
Your gown was loose enough now for him to pull down your body, and you watched as he undressed you to your underclothes. Maekar began removing his clothes and you sat up to help, almost tearing his tunic from his body, his black breeches. You licked the corner of your mouth as he undressed and ran his fingers through his messy platinum hair. Maekar watched as you shuffled away from him on the bed, smiling teasingly at him. He smirked.
Maekar grabbed your ankles and dragged you back to him; he snarled like an animal capturing its prey. The sensation made you giggle, and his hands were tearing at your underclothes, desperate to see your naked body. Maekar pushed his face under your shirt and began kissing your body, your stomach up to your breasts, he sucked loudly at your nipples and moaned in delight. He was finally home with you, his Princess.
The sensation of his mouth at your skin made you close your eyes, and pull up your shirt. You were desperate to be free of your clothes, anything that was stopping your body from being against Maekar's. He took your breasts in both his hands and squeezed with a long exhale; you were his completely.
Maekar pulled his undershirt off and tossed it to the side, gazing down at you, as you looked up at his body, your fingers gently grazing his lower torso just where his pubic hair began. Without further thought, your hands found his growing erection and massaged him slowly as he watched from above, his chest heaving.
"What a sight you are." Maekar wiped his mouth with his thumb and the side of his index finger. A gentle groan escaped him as your hands worked their magic.
"You grew bigger whilst you were away?" You smiled up at him as one hand extended further down, massaging his balls and gently running your nails over them until he closed his eyes briefly, tilting his head.
Maekar held your spread thighs and pulled you closed to his body. He was desperate now, hungry. He didn't need to but he spat against the tips of his fingers and massaged you gently. You were already so wet for him. His fingers at the top of your legs made you flinch, and release his fat cock from your grip. Maekar took himself in one hand and pressed his tip into you slowly. You took a slow deep breath as you watched his face, his eyes were on you like a hawk. He nodded then collapsed onto you as he thrusted into you, making you cry out in pleasure. Your hands grasped his strong forearms as your body took him in.
"Did my Princess miss my cock?" Maekar asked you, his lips against the side of your face, his breath hot. You nodded, pressing your lips tightly together to stop yourself from moaning out even louder.
"Mm, God's- Maekar. I missed you." You lifted your chin as you opened your mouth, a heat rippled through your body, as you felt your chest redden from the intense pleasure. He put two fingers into your mouth and you sucked them, humming at the sensation of his fat cock stretching you, fucking you senseless.
Maekar didn't stop until he knew you had come. You unravelled, clenching around his cock you pulsated and a sweet wetness emerged. Maekar remained on top of you, panting, his breath against your face; you loved every second of it.
"I'm not done with you yet." He huffed against you and flipped you over onto your front.
valarr
Your Prince was home. You couldn't help but beam a smile as you watched him dismount his horse so effortlessly. He removed his riding gloves from his hands as the stable boy took his horse without word. With Baelor was at your side, you could not greet Valarr the way you had dreamt the night prior. It involved less clothes, more candles. A cup of wine maybe.
"My love." Valarr came to you as he held his gloves in the crook of his elbow so his hands were free to hold yours.
"Valarr." You smiled at him as he held onto you tightly. Just as he leaned down to kiss your hand, Baelor's voice halted him.
"Come, son, you have missed much on the counsel." Baelor said, patting his back.
Your heart had leapt seeing him return, and already Baelor was taking him away again. The moment had passed, Valarr brushed his thumb over the inside of your wrist and you watched as he was lead into the castle, Grand Maester Kygan, Ser Link and Ser Roland following with haste.
Dinner came and went and you returned to your chamber, unsure what could be keeping Valarr for so long. What had Baelor needed to inform him so desperately of? You paced your room as you were left in solitude, now in your nightgown.
You did not wish to read, nor sleep, not with your Prince home now. A gentle fire crackled and you exhaled, lying down on the fur rug beside it. On your back, you looked up at the ceiling and rested your hands on your chest, your fingers intertwined. You had made it this far, what were a few more hours?
"Princess?" A gentle voice cut the silence and you rolled slightly as you lifted your chin, looking towards the door behind you.
Valarr closed the door after him and came to you. He removed his jacket and stood over you, one foot either side of your waist. Valarr bent down until he was straddling you.
"What are you doing on the floor?" He asked curiously and you began to rub his thighs, right up to the top where you could feel his natural bulge.
"Waiting for you my love." You rubbed your lips together and looked up to his face. You craved his cock, just as desperately as he craved you to sit on his face.
It was a mess of hands tugging, pulling at clothing, lips crashing against each other and sharp intakes of breath between kisses. Hands in hair, grazing, tugging, pushing out of the way. You felt as if you were wrestling each other at one point, and then you were suddenly on top of him, straddling him by the waist.
"Sit on my face, Princess." Valarr asked breathily, his hands reaching up to gently massage your bare breasts, down to that ticklish spot at your stomach just above your hips.
You pushed your hair back behind you, over your shoulders, and stroked his dark downy chest hair with your fingernails. Valarr's chest hair aroused you to no end; a Prince with such a clean shaven face was so hairy from the neck down, no one else to know but you. Valarr looked most handsome when he was dishevelled, overcome with desire for you. You turned around, eager to go down on Valarr first, but as you moved he pulled at your thighs, bringing you back to sit on his face. The sensation of his wet tongue at your entrance made you moan uncontrollably against his body, as you took his veiny cock in your hand.
Valarr wanted you to suffocate him; an honourable death with your legs around his face. Your tongue licked his tip as you felt every movement of his tongue between your legs, licking you from entrance up to your clit. His hands gripped your backside, squeezing encouragingly as his tongue worked its magic. You dug your nails into his hairy thighs, sucking him carefully and lovingly. The sound of you choking against his cock made him groan into your body, the tip of his tongue flicking against your clit in ways that made you tingle head to toe. You took him entirely in your mouth and he groaned into you, squeezing your harder, his fingers digging into you. Your hand massaged his balls and he pulled away from you momentarily to look up to the ceiling, taking in the sensation. At moments, it was like you both knew what the other was thinking, what they needed.
As sweet as you tasted, as beguiling as your mouth felt around his cock, Valarr wanted you at his face, he wanted his mouth on yours. He wanted you every which way, but you would not leave his cock. You moaned into him and grazed his hairy thighs again with your finger nails, making him exhale loudly.
Valarr focused on your clit with his tongue as his two fingers entered you. You closed your eyes and paused to enjoy the sensation, knowing it wouldn't take much longer to make you come, even orgasm. You massaged him slowly, putting your mouth gently to him again, and you tensed, your thighs clenching around his face as that sensation rolled through you, like nothing in the realms mattered, everything in you released around Valarr. He knew to not stop, you were so close, and as you cried against his body, and he felt it. You released that tension and trembled against him, your cries softening into a gentle laughter. You always laughed when he made you orgasm.
aerion
The late summer-night air was perfect. You had left the balcony door slightly ajar and a warm breeze rolled through the room to keep you from over-heating in the night.
You felt the weight at the bottom of the bed by your feet, and as you woke you looked up to see Aerion climbing into bed. On top of the sheets he climbed up your body and you gasped out of surprise.
"Aerion." You pressed your lips together as you watched him move up your body, his nose dragging up along the sheet almost as if he were smelling you. You were still half asleep and tried sitting up but he was over your torso now, his body digging into yours.
"My Princess." He exhaled and reached your chest, your neck. His nose nuzzled into your neck around your hair, taking in your scent. "How I missed you."
Aerion kissed your neck and dragged his tongue across your skin, across your jaw and his lips found your mouth. You moaned into him as his lips met yours; it had been too long. He had undressed prior to climbing into bed, and your hands caressed his body, his strong torso. Aerion kissed you ferociously feeling your hands all over him. He pulled back and studied your face before pulling his undershirt off and over his head. You helped him remove it, then began lifting your nightdress up from the waist, shimmying your hips to get it off. Aerion lifted it over your head and fell to your breasts, kissing you and sucking you. He bit your nipples each, hard, until you squirmed underneath him, moaning softly.
You watched him move around your body, his plump wet lips moving across your body, engulfing you, devouring you. His hands massaged your breasts, squeezing them overzealously. Aerion returned to look at you, blinking slowly. You secretly begged for his cock, and he could see it on your face; the hunger. Aerion put his hand at the top of your legs, and you flinched. He stroked you with his middle finger and smiled down at you; you were hot and wet for him.
Aerion pushed your knees up and took his cock in his hands, dragging the tip across your wet entrance. It only felt like moments ago you were dreaming of this moment, maybe you still were. Was it a cruel dream? You wondered, but as he entered you hard, you knew then that you were awake.
The sensation forced a pleasureful moan from your throat, your chest lifting and hands grabbing your breasts. Aerion looked down at you as he fucked you hard, how your breasts bounced to his movements even with you squeezing them. You were so wet and hot, your skin almost on fire. He ran his hand through his hair and leant forward to kiss your mouth, sucking at your lips, your tongue loudly. Aerion removed your hands from your chest and instead stretched them out to the sides, pinning your wrists into the bed.
Aerion loved looking down at you when he had you pinned, wholly at his mercy. He smirked as you looked into his glistening intense eyes, taking him in and unable to look away. Aerion kissed your breasts, biting you just enough to make you cry out. That sensation began to build, deep down, you held your breath knowing it was coming, you were coming. Aerion didn't stop. He wouldn't now.
"Breathe, my love." He tightened his grip around your wrists, but you pressed your lips together as he continued to fuck you hard, relentlessly. "Breathe."
"I'm going to come." You managed, still holding your breath. You tensed and the sensation washed over you like lightning sparks, but Aerion refused to cease. Aerion was spurred on by your pleasureful cries, knowing he was making you come. He could feel it on his cock and the wet sound as he fucked you harder. He scrunched his nose and his thrusts hardened.
"Good girl." Aerion panted as you took it. He released your wrists to run his fingers through his platinum hair. As you licked your bottom lip at the sight of your Prince, Aerion then leant forward to hold your face. He put his thumb to your mouth, rubbing your bottom wet lip, slowly pushing it into your mouth against your tongue. "Good, right?" He said and you nodded; you couldn't help but smile.
daeron
Daeron had returned with Maekar and Aerion with the grand procession, as routine. Maekar's expression was that of disgust, as routine. Aerion seemed bored and glanced to his father as they dismounted their horses. Without word Maekar grabbed Aerion by the scruff of his shoulder and pushed him into the castle.
"Princess." Maekar nodded to you and disappeared inside as you remained in place for your Prince. "Move." He grunted.
Daeron dismounted his horse and exhaled, removing his cloak before he came to you. His hair had been trimmed whilst he was away and you were stunned speechless at how it turned you on. He appeared handsome, Prince-like.
"My love." Daeron kissed your hand as you lowered your head to him and he began walking into the castle, leading you the way.
"Your back early." You were sure to sound relieved in your tone and Daeron slowed down, allowing you to keep up with him.
"Brother insulted our hosts. Are you surprised?" He cocked an eyebrow suggestively at you and you shook your head.
"Not at all."
In your chamber, Daeron closed the door and locked it from within. He took you by the face and kissed you intensely, your muscles relaxed and hands fell to your front. For a moment you could not recall your own name.
"I missed you. More than words can convey." Daeron gasped when he finally pulled his mouth from yours. You looked into his deep blue eyes and nodded.
"From the moment you got on your horse." You exhaled, pressing your lips together tightly.
You lifted your hands to run them through your messed hair as Daeron began to kiss your face; around your mouth, your cheeks, down to the sides of your neck, he groaned in relief. Your smell reminded him of home, of comfort; lavender, honey. You were intoxicating to him, like a fine wine.
"Undress me. Please." You exhaled softly as he kissed your neck down to your collar bone. You were both still standing, somehow.
Daeron turned you and loosed your gown from the back, until you felt it come away from your body. You turned and held it up by your hand; he looked at you, confused.
"Get on the bed. Undress." You swallowed and he nodded without question.
Daeron removed his clothes, his boots, and settled at the head of your bed. You took several steps towards him and let your gown fall to the floor, he watched your every move, as you removed your underclothes until you were completely nude, as he was.
You noticed the carafe of wine and cup to your side and you poured a glass, slowly. Daeron rubbed his lips together and you could see, he was becoming hard already.
With the cup of wine in your hand, you joined him on the bed and straddled him by the waist.
"There are no breasts as exquisite as yours in all the kingdoms." Daeron sighed and watched you take a long sip of the wine.
He caressed your thighs, rubbing you amorously and swallowed, licking his pink wet lips. Daeron held your waist securely as you bent forward. You pouted, close to his mouth, and let a dribble of wine fall from your lips into his mouth. He took it all and swallowed, a small gasp escaped him. You took another sip of wine for yourself and felt his fingers dig into you gently.
"Did you enjoy?" You asked him as you wiped your mouth on the back of your hand, Daeron nodded, his mouth slightly open still.
"More." He managed, and you acquiesced; his blue glossy eyes were too endearing to say no to.
Daeron's erection dug into your thigh and you were desperate to have him inside you. You sipped more wine and bent forward, letting it fall into Daeron's mouth again. He swallowed and grabbed you by the waist so suddenly you dropped the cup of wine. It fell onto the bed and rolled onto the stone floor. Daeron had pulled your face to his and kissed you, your tongues both sweet of wine. He took a handful of your hair and pulled gently, so he could put his tongue deeper into your mouth. You moaned into him and put your hand to his hard long cock, massaging him and squeezing him.
You finally positioned him and sat down slowly, moving your backside backwards, feeling him enter you deep and slowly. Daeron groaned, gripping you tightly as you took control. He loved you on top of him, how he could watch you, touch you, let you move as you desired.
Your breathing trembled as you sat down on his cock fully. Your hand moved to his hair, your fingers pushing through it and you took a deep breath, closing your eyes momentarily. Daeron held you by the waist, and moved his hands around to your backside, smacking you encouragingly as you rocked forward, rolling your hips back then. He exhaled, lifting his chin again and looked back to you. You pressed your hands against the headboard of your bed and Daeron picked up the rhythm, fucking you harder and faster.
"God's Daeron." You cried out as he kept one hand at your waist, one hand now at your face, caressing you.
You kissed him, rolling your tongue all over him, his tongue melting against yours. Daeron moved his hands through your hair messily, his fingers grazing your scalp. He tugged at your hair until you moaned into his mouth. Daeron nibbled at your bottom lip and you pushed your backside back, feeling him stretch you sweetly. He groaned and pulled your hair so your chin lifted, and he could kiss your exposed neck.
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