Lyonel Baratheon

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I do not write OCs, the word Y/N or your name.

Will not include Grape 🍇

harsh or gross kinks

tears in a sad way during intercourse (only pleasurable or soft tears), sad tears are for the angst stuff

For the Targaryen’s I am fine with Targcest except when it comes to Parent x Child (NO WAY!!)

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About me:

Name: Leah

Age: 19

Nationality: Australian x Irish 🇮🇪

Favourite colour: Red, black, pastel blue

Favourite food: Steak, roast potatoes, cheesecake

Favourite drink: Coffee or banana milk

Favourite shows: AKOTSK, HOTD, Merlin,

The Falcon and the winter soldier, supernatural

Favourite movies: Lord of the rings, thunderbolts, Dracula

Favourite sports: Figure skating, F1, Ice hockey

You snapped out of your needy thoughts from the sound of your father Maekar discussing something with your uncle Baelor. It was boring, nothing to help your ache.

Your eyes moved across the table to Aerion who was fiddling with his blade. His fingers wrapped around it, a tight grip.

His hands always looked so good wrapped around things, in your mind.

Aerion ate another nut and glanced over at you, catching you staring, once again. His eyes focused on you. Looking over your cleavage, taking in your dress, then to your lips, and stopping at your eyes. Then back to his knife, as if he didn’t just make you wet as fuck.

You pressed your thighs together, trying to get rid of the pulsing ache calling for attention.

But it was no use. So you excused yourself and wondered down to stone corridors. You were headed towards your temporary chambers, for the tourney, then your eyes stopped on Aerion’s chambers. The door open.

The large bed was practically begging for you.

So you peaked back and then walked inside, closing the heavy door behind you. Walking across the room, towards the large bed.

It’s already been a full day here. So when you sat down on the bed, it smelt of Aerion. The smell of Tahitian Vanilla on the sheets, followed by hints of smoke.

It was so him, the smoke for his obsession of believing he is a dragon, that the dragon lives strong inside of his blood.

You never truly understood that part of him. But that didn’t matter right now.

The sounds of your dress ruffling up was all that was heard.

Except for the only light in the room, the small fireplace crackling. As you discarded your undergarment somewhere on the floor.

Your dress all the way up, showing your hips, downwards. Your fingers moving down. Finally touching the aching spot that has been begging to feel anything at this point.

Aerion’s familiar smell in the room made you close your eyes, while your fingers teased your clit, then slide between your folds. Imagining what it would be like if it was his fingers instead, or even his tongue, anything.

You slipped one finger inside of yourself, moving slowly, then slipping inside a second. A moan leaving your pretty lips.

This felt good, but no where near to what your body ached for. You have touched yourself multiple times recently, trying to numb to ache for Aerion. But it never lasted.

You laid back on the bed fully, legs spread, knees up, fingers moving inside of you.

Unaware that the very man who made you feel like this, came to his chambers. Wondering what he was hearing inside.

Aerion opened the door and spotted you like that, a mess on his bed, in his chambers. Like an early gift.

He closed the door quietly and walked over, watching you at first. Before he saw enough.

“Having fun are we?” He sounded as if to mock you

You nearly yelped out loud at the sudden voice.

Your finger pulled out and you sat up faster than anyone could blink. Your cheeks flushed.

“Aerion.. I..” you tried to say something, anything, but it was no use

“I, think you should do something. Since you want to come into my chambers and pleasure yourself,” he sighed

“You might as well pleasure yourself for me to watch.” He continued his words

Then he pulled his long knife out and stepped closer to the bed, stabbing the blade into the mattress.

You almost jumped at the sudden action. A soft whimper leaving your lips.

Aerion noticed the mixture of fear and desire in your whimper and in your eyes.

His dick now pushing against the fabric of his pants.

“I want you to ride it.” He ordered

You should have run off or something, but instead your pussy basically quivered and ached to feel something inside of you.

So you didn’t deny him. You wanted to see how it felt.

You felt nervous but moved, holding your dress up only slightly. It would definitely cover his view, so you shouldn’t have been so shocked when he calmly spoke another order.

“Remove it.” Aerion pointed at your dress

Aerion watched as you managed to slip your dress off slowly. Painfully slow. It was your only way of teasing him in such a moment.

Once off he nodded, watching. Ready to watch you ride his knife. And he would definitely enjoy it, like the sick and twisted man he is.

You gulped at the sight. Your inner muscles clenched with anticipation.

You took in the sight of the thick, rounded tip of the handle. Wondering if that would even fit.

Aerion watched you, your eyes glanced up at him, seeing the look in his eyes and giving in.

You kneeled, then spread your legs further apart.

The rounded tip of the knife handle pressed against your folds, just shy of your entrance. You shifted forward enough that you were properly lined up.

You took a deep breath in and then lowered yourself onto it. It was cold. Making your walls clench tighter, expecting warmth. A whimper leaving your mouth.

Trying to adjust to the new feeling and size.

Slowly you pushed yourself down, taking it in until you nearly reached the bottom of the handle. Stopping there.

You let out a shaky breath as you adjusted to the full length and size inside of you.

You rolled your hips forward, moaning at the feeling.

Aerion watched, he was aching at the sight.

He pulled his clothing low enough to free himself, wrapping his own hand around his shaft.

Aerion stroked himself as he watched you ride not just any knife, but his, on his mattress.

It was perfect in his eyes.

“Fucking ride it like a dragon..” he groaned

“Be the whore I know you are.” He breathed

Your hands moved onto the mattress. Your hips moving not only forward and backwards, but up and down the handle length, fast.

It felt so good. Even better with the view of him before you. Touching himself from the sight of you.

You moved backwards, your hands behind your back on the mattress, holding yourself up as your hips moved. Taking the knife in and out at a fast pace.

Until you noticed Aerion stop his hand movements and move to the ground. Right at the edge of the bed. It looked like he was going to touch the knife, but he didn’t.

Instead he moved his mouth, his long, tongue flicking over your clit. Making you moan his name out loud.

Your hips bucking forward even more. His lips around your clit, sucking, his tongue flicking over it, over and over again.

“Aerion, I’m gonna-“ you whimpered

“Not yet.” He said, the pressed his tongue flat against your clit

He denied the idea of you having an orgasm right now.

You managed to wait, slowing your movements until he basically slapped your thigh, making you moan and move faster once again.

His tongue came back to you, moving perfectly.

“Aerion please” you begged

You were so wet at the sight of him gazing up at you.

The walls of your pussy squeezed around the handle, your orgasm not able to hold back any longer.

The mixture of your hips moving, the handle deep inside of you, his tongue and mouth on you. There was no way you could hold back anymore.

You let out a shaky breath and then a moan as your orgasm finally came crashing down.

Aerion watched you come undone, he looked pleased and turned on by the sight. Until he stood up and sighed.

“Not listening are we?” Aerion tilted his head for a moment

You froze at his words.

He stood right in front of you and he gripped onto your neck, his fingers tight around it.

His lips inches from mine as he leaned down.

Then without warnings our lips collided.

This was definitely not the end of this night.