The Assassin Princess Frye

All you had ever wanted was to be queen. You were regal in both looks and etiquette, you had studied every queen both before and after Aegon’s conquest. You were perfect for it, and though you had to go about it through certain means, you had won. You were engaged to Jace, a future king. Not your first choice but perhaps the best choice.

He had started as a means to and end and yet he seemed perfect. He was a gentleman, sweet and kind. Made sure you were happy and for the first time in your life you truly felt seen and that you truly had a friend. Not one of the vipers of the red keep vying for a boost in status.

Though you supposed you were doing what others had long done to you. Using him for position, security. But it quickly developed into something real.

You had always been kind, charitable. The perfect image of a queen. Just as you had studied. You would be the perfect queen and with you now on side with the blacks your mother and Ottos plot was deteriorating but so was your cunning.

You no longer felt the need to plot your every move, no longer carefully thought of your words before you spoke. You were relaxing and for the first time you truly felt like your own person and not the pawn your mother made you or the one you made yourself.

You were laughing without care for the first time in your life and all because of Jace.

He was always with you, his hands always on your waist, your leg or thigh. Always holding you too him. As if scared to let you go in case you may slip away from his reach.

Your betrothal had been announced, and the wedding planning started instantly. The twisted truth of a planned match since childhood working well to both family’s advantage. And to ease any suspicion or rumours. Though with the anger of their would be betrothed, you both had expected some suspicion or rumour to fly.

Baela had sent scalding gazes your way the past weeks, there was no lost feelings between her and Jace but you imagined she mourned what you converted. The crown.

But you had won more than that. Jace was more than you expected.

The letters you had exchanged from years apart had showed a kind gentlemen, eager to please and to do everything necessary to become a respectable and perfect prince.

And though knowing him in person showed little difference from that man you new in words, he was kind, sweet and a perfect gentleman. And with you by his side the perfect king.

One thing you hadn’t expected was his instable hunger.

His mouth feasted on your cunt like a man starved. You were on fire, your body filled with unending pleasure as his tongue dove into your cunt. Licking, tasting and overwhelming all of your senses.  

Your hand gripped his hair like a lifeline, moans slipping from your lips and his tongue slipped in and out your hot cunt.

your orgasm swept over you hard and fast, taking all energy out of you as you slumped back on the garden bench. Jace slowly removing himself from underneath your dress, not before placing a soft kiss to your legs, as he moved from kneeling to sitting by your feet. your hand still half wrapped around his hair as you began to sort the mess your pulling of it had done.

“it’s a surprise no one has caught us” you spoke playing softly with Jace’s hair still.

He turned to you then a grin on his face “perhaps I want to get caught” he mused moving to separate your legs and placing a kiss on your lips.

You laughed softly “us getting caught is the very reason we marry on the morrow”.

Kissing you once more before he spoke “and perhaps if we are caught, they may let us marry today”

You pushed him back playfully “only weeks ago you were betrothed to another” Jace groaned “and I was simply writing letters to my nephew and dreaming of marrying anyone but Jason Lannister”.

“Anyone?” Jace tilted his head “I thought you dreamt of marrying me” his voice was teasing, long gone was the nervous Jace who stuttered at the very sight of you. Though her was perpetually blushing in your presence and the puppy eyes never faded from his face.

“Perhaps you were a means to an end” you teased, though feeling of guilt rushed through you as you remembered the real reason you had first started your plan of seduction with him.

He titled his head, moving to sit beside you and pulling him into your lap “perhaps, but either way I won”.

“won?” “you sit here in my lap, my hand between your thighs and my name on your lips…do you really think this isn’t what I wanted all along” he spoke, his hand lifting your dress once more as his fingers edged closer and closer to where his tongue had been only moment ago.

“oh so you had a plan?” you tease, trying to hold back your moan as his finger slowly slips inside you.

“and you didn’t?” Jace muses, nibbling at your neck.

A smile graced your lips, slighty uneasy as you realised you were as much of a fool as you first made him.

Your plan had been simple, lure him into bed. Get caught and get married. And after tomorrow you would have done everything but received the title you always converted. But that would take time.

But his was long and far more genius than yours.

Jaceaerys Velaryon knew three defiant things from a young age. One was that he would one day be king, the second was that he was a bastard. The third was that he would marry you.

There were no doubts in his mind and though you had ignored him his entire childhood and only ever shown interest in him through gossip or rumours, he knew one day you would be his queen.

He had watched you obsess over every queen, how you knew what made a good one or a bad one. How you always planned everything to appear queenly and regal, from the way you dressed to how you talked and acted. You were given titles to show your charity and only ever began to show him attention when you realised, he was your best bet at becoming one.

He knew the second he saw your face greeting his and his family’s arrival what your plan was, to have him and he wanted to have you. He had loved you his whole life, dreamt of this plan for six years and though he never would of guessed what you had instore, he didn’t care as long as he got to have you.  

There were slight obstacles in the way, but you were as clever as you were cunning and knew how to get exactly how to get what you wanted.

You had focused your attention on him the whole night and just when he thought he had a chance to enchant you, you had left. Snuck out of the room unnoticed and causing Jace’s plan to slip through his fingers.

He had sulked all the way to his chambers, kicking the door as he entered only worrying to look up when he heard your angelic laugh.  

That night was a literal dream come true for Jace and being caught not only excited him but made you, his bride.

His plan to woo you had originally been different, he planned to court you like a gentlemen be a true friend to you, unlike your stiff ladies maids who whispered behind your back and would turn on you for any chance to gain an advantage to their station. To convince you to run away and elope and after that their families could say or do nothing. They’d be wed and bed and she his future queen.

He had manged to enchant you, made you love him as he loved you, as he dreamt of for years, and here he stood watching you walk down the aisle of the sept. your arm linked with your fathers and a blushful smile on your face.

You had never blushed until him, had always been perfect and composed.

He had only blushed around you. Been a fool, your fool and now you were as much as a fool for him as he was for you.

“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger.” You both said in unison. “I am his/hers and s/he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days,"

Your eyes never leaving the other Jace spoke, "With this kiss, I pledge my love" the kiss was filled with as much passion as the hundreds of others they had shared before. There love and devotion for one another of full display.

The wedding feast was a blur of wine, kisses, and dancing and before they knew it the happy couple was running through the halls of the red keep towards their now joint chambers.

The door to your chambers slammed shut with a loud thud.

Your breaths were heavy as you looked at one another.

With Jace leaning against the door and you sat on the bed. His eyes were on you like you were prey. A sharp difference from the first time. He hunted you down with his eyes, prowling forward ever so slowly.

He undressed slowly, his eyes on you as his clothes slowly fell to the floor.

Then he pounced. Ripping your dress from your body, he moved forward pulling you into a heated kiss. A moan instantly leaving your lips as he pulled you towards him, his hands gripping your waist and his hard cock rubbed against your cunt .

His mouth moved from your mouth to your neck as he moved you to his lap, his hands moving you atop his cock.

He didn’t enter you, not yet, just teased you as he pressed kisses to your neck, sucking on your neck, making sure he left a mark.

You were his now and forever and he wanted everyone to see the evidence of your love.

Moans fell from your neck as he kissed down to your breast, placing soft kisses to your nipples.

“please” you begged, pulling his face up to yours.

“please what?” he asked, placing soft kisses on your jaw.

“Fuck me” you begged.

Pushing you back onto the bed, his leg pushing your thighs apart as he lent over you, kissing your lips once before he entered you.

“Gods” he moaned, his hands gripping your waist.

His mouth took yours in a heated kiss as he moved. Your legs wrapping around his waist as he set the pace.

His face buried in your neck as he thrusted into you. His breaths fast and hot as he kissed the love marks he had left earlier. Moving to cradle you to him his face grew faster as he began to pound into you, your peaks fast approaching.

Clenching around him as you came, his name a scream as your peak washed over you, yours a loud groan as he filled you with his seed.

He collapsed fully on you, his breath hot as he held you to him.

He didn’t remove himself from you, instead letting his seed find purchase in your cunt, and hoping to fill your belly.

“I love you, Jace” you whispered in his ear.

“I love you” he said kissing you softly your name like a prayer on his lips.

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Before she could answer, he closed the distance and gently guided her back onto the bed. His hands moved over her with reverent fascination, tracing the soft curves of her body as though she were something sacred. “I do not deserve a gift as sweet as you,” he murmured, voice rough with emotion.

He kissed her deeply, then let his lips trail downward—along the delicate line of her throat, over the swell of her breasts. He lavished attention on each one, sucking and flicking his tongue across her hardened nipples until she was whimpering and arching into his mouth. Lower still he went, pressing open-mouthed kisses down her stomach, until he settled between her thighs.

The sight of her—pink, glistening, and entirely his—drew a low, needy whine from his throat.

“Daeron, what are you— you needn’t—” she protested softly, cheeks burning.

He brushed her words aside with a gentle shake of his head. “Trust me,” he murmured, voice husky against her skin. “I am being wholly selfish in this.”

Then his mouth was on her.

He groaned at the first taste, rich and sweet and utterly intoxicating. His tongue moved with slow, hungry strokes, lapping at her folds before circling her swollen clit with firm, deliberate pressure. He sucked the sensitive bud between his lips, flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue until her hips bucked and her fingers tightened desperately in his hair.

She gasped, thighs trembling around his head.

Daeron only growled in response, pushing his face deeper. His nose pressed firmly against her mound as he devoured her, tongue plunging inside her tight heat before returning to torture her clit. He slid two fingers into her slowly, curling them against that sensitive spot within while his mouth continued its relentless assault. She was soaking his chin, her slick arousal coating his lips and fingers, and he loved every second of it.

He worked her with greedy hunger, alternating between long, languid licks and fast, focused suction until her moans grew louder and her walls fluttered around his fingers. When she finally shattered, crying out his name, he didn’t stop. He kept licking and stroking her through every pulse of her climax, drawing it out until she was shaking and whimpering.

Only then did he rise, crawling up her body with a predatory gleam in his eyes. His cock was achingly hard, flushed dark and leaking at the tip. He settled between her still-trembling thighs, rubbing the thick head of his length along her slick folds, teasing her oversensitive clit.

He leaned down, brushing his lips against her ear. “Tell me, sweet girl… have you ever touched yourself here?”

She turned her face away, cheeks burning. Daeron smiled, soft and wicked, and gently turned her chin back to him.

“Don’t be shy,” he murmured, voice low and velvet-rough. “My cock will feel far better than those pretty little fingers of yours ever could.”

He held her hips with tender strength, fingers flexing against her soft skin as if afraid she might slip away. His cock nudged at her entrance, already slick and throbbing with need, and he pressed forward slowlyinch by inch into her welcoming heat. A low, broken groan tore from his throat the moment her walls enveloped him, tight and silken and perfect. His forehead dropped to hers, breath ragged, eyes half-lidded with barely contained desperation.

“Gods… look at you,” he whispered, voice rough and strained. “Taking me so beautifully already. Just breathe, petal. Let me in.”

She gasped sharply, nails digging into his shoulders.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he murmured, kissing her softly, almost reverently, while he stayed buried to the hilt. He was trembling with the effort of holding still, every muscle taut as he fought the overwhelming urge to drive into her like a man starved. “You feel like fucking heaven. So tight… so wet for me already. I’ve been aching for this—for you—all day. Don’t move yet, sweet girl. Just let me feel you.”

After a few moments, her body began to relax around his length. He rocked gently at first, shallow thrusts that had her whimpering sweetly into his mouth. But the desperation was bleeding through—his hips stuttered, a needy little sound escaping him as he fought to stay measured.

“That’s it… good girl,” he praised, voice husky and low. One hand slid down to grip her ass, kneading the flesh as he tilted her hips just right. “You’re doing so well for me. Letting me stretch this pretty little cunt open.” He pulled out almost completely, then sank back in with a smooth, deliberate stroke, savoring the wet, obscene sound of their bodies joining and the way her arousal already coated his shaft.

Her head fell back against the pillows, lips parted in ecstasy. Each thrust dragged the thick head of his cock against her inner walls, rubbing that sensitive spot that made her clench and flutter around him. the slick sounds growing louder as her juices dripped down to his balls.

Daeron’s control frayed. “Fuck… I need you,” he groaned, the words slipping out like a confession. He hooked one of her legs over his arm, spreading her wider, opening her up completely for him. His pace quickened, thrusts growing deeper, harder, the bed creaking beneath them as skin slapped rhythmically against skin. Yet even as he took her with mounting urgency, his touch stayed reverent—thumb stroking her hip, lips brushing her temple, forehead still pressed to hers so he could drink in every expression.

He leaned down to capture a breast in his mouth, sucking on her nipple while pounding into her with deep, possessive strokes. “Let me hear you, sweet girl,” he growled softly against her skin, voice edged with raw need. “I can’t get enough of how perfectly you squeeze me…”

He shifted slightly, angling his hips to hit that spot inside her with every desperate thrust. His free hand slid between them to circle her clit with firm, practiced strokes.

“Come for me,” he pleaded, the softness of his tone undercut by the hunger vibrating through his body. “I need to feel you fall apart around my cock. Please….”

His words and the relentless pressure on her clit pushed her right to the edge. Her thighs began to shake around him, her walls fluttering and clenching tighter with every deep thrust.

She cried out, back arching sharply as her orgasm crashed over her. Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails as she came hard around his cock, pulsing and gushing wetly.

Daeron groaned deeply, the sound guttural and raw. “Fuck, just like that. So perfect—milking me so sweetly.” His hips stuttered, losing rhythm for a moment as her climax nearly dragged him over with her, but he held on through sheer will, taking her through every wave of pleasure. He kept rubbing her clit in slow, soothing circles until her tremors began to ease, never once stopping the deep, claiming strokes of his cock.

Even as she came down, he didn’t slow. His desperation had only grown. Sweat slicked his skin, his breathing ragged against her neck as he buried his face there, kissing and nipping at her pulse point.

“Not done with you yet,” he murmured, voice thick with need. “Need to feel you come again. Can you do that for me, sweet girl? One more time?”

Without waiting for an answer, he pulled out just long enough to flip her onto her stomach. He covered her body with his own, chest pressed to her back, and slid back inside her in one smooth, hungry thrust. The new angle made her moan loudly into the pillow. Daeron’s hand slid under her, fingers finding her clit again as he began to fuck her with deep, powerful rolls of his hips.

“Take it,” he whispered hotly against her ear, the softness of his dominance wrapping around the raw edge of his hunger. “Take every inch like the perfect little thing you are. You feel so good… so fucking good. I can’t stop—need you so badly.”

The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder, the bed slamming against the wall with each thrust. Every stroke dragged against that sensitive spot inside her, his heavy balls slapping against her with every desperate plunge.

He could feel his own release building, a tight coil at the base of his spine, but he fought it, teeth gritted. “Come with me, petal. Please—let me fill you up while you’re squeezing me so tight.”

His pace became frantic but still controlled, each thrust precise and deep, groaning her name like a prayer as her second orgasm began to build.

When it hit her, he followed right behind—burying himself to the hilt with a broken, desperate whine as he came hard, pulsing thick ropes of heat deep inside her. His hips kept rocking through it, slow and lazy now, as if he couldn’t bear to pull out.

He collapsed carefully over her, mindful not to crush her, and turned them both onto their sides so he could stay buried inside her warmth. His arms wrapped around her tightly, one hand stroking her hair while the other caressed her with reverent touches.

She lay in their great bed, propped against the pillows in a thin silk nightdress, her hair loose and gleaming in the candlelight. The moment the door clicked shut behind him, Daeron crossed the room in unsteady strides, shedding his cloak and outer tunic as he went.

“My sweet petal,” he rasped, climbing onto the bed and crawling over her like a man starved. “It has been hellish without you.” His mouth found her neck at once, peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses along the delicate column of her throat, tasting the warmth of her skin.

She stirred, tilting her head to welcome him—then froze. Her eyes widened as she took in the fresh scar cutting across his cheek, raw and angry, ending where half his ear had been neatly sliced away.

“Gods, Daeron—what happened to you?” Her fingers lifted instinctively toward the wound.

He caught her wrist gently but firmly, pressing a kiss to her palm. “I wish not to discuss it right now, my love. I’ve had enough of blood and shame for one lifetime. All I want is to reunite with my sweet lady wife after days of pure torture without her.”

“You were hardly gone that long,” she murmured, though her voice had already softened. Her fingertips still traced the edge of the scar with careful tenderness. He winced at the contact but did not pull away.

“Going even a single day without your smile and your cunt is like a month without wine,” he muttered against her skin, voice rough with need. His hands tugged impatiently at the laces and silk of her nightdress, clumsy in his haste. “I crave your cunt greatly, my love, and I intend on having my fill of it now.”

With a low growl of frustration, he gave up on delicacy and simply shoved the silk up and off her body in one rushed motion. She gasped as the cool night air kissed her bare skin, a pretty flush blooming across her chest and cheeks at his blunt words.

Daeron’s mouth followed the path of his hands, hot and eager. He kissed down her throat, across her collarbone, then latched onto one breast with a needy groan. He filled his palms with the soft, heavy mounds, squeezing gently as his tongue swirled around the stiffening peak. She let out a sweet, breathy moan that went straight to his cock. He switched to the other breast, sucking harder, scraping his teeth lightly until her back arched off the bed.

Lower still he traveled, lips brushing over the gentle roundness of her stomach, hands caressing the plush flesh with open reverence. When he finally settled between her thighs, he hooked his arms beneath her legs and spread her wide, earning a startled little squirm.

“Ah… look at her,” he murmured, breath ghosting over her slick folds. “Weeping so prettily for me already. Poor thing missed me just as badly as I missed her.” He pressed a reverent kiss to her mound, then another just above her entrance, before his patience snapped.

He dove in with a hungry groan, tongue dragging through her folds and tasting her sweetness. “Fuck… sweeter than the finest liliac wine,” he rasped against her, the vibration making her hips jerk. He held her down with strong hands on her thighs and feasted—lapping, sucking, circling her swollen pearl with relentless devotion. Her fingers tangled in his silver hair, tugging hard as broken whimpers and gasps spilled from her lips.

“Daeron—oh gods—”

Her thighs began to tremble around his head. He redoubled his efforts, sucking her clit between his lips and flicking it mercilessly with his tongue until her whole body seized. She came with a sharp cry, flooding his mouth with her release. He moaned like a man tasting ambrosia and drank every drop, licking her through the aftershocks until she was twitching and oversensitive.

Only then did he pull back, lips shiny and breathing ragged. In one frantic motion he tore at his own remaining clothes, kicking breeches and smallclothes aside until he was as bare as she was. His cock stood hard and flushed, already leaking with need.

He crawled back up her body, settling between her still-trembling thighs. His scarred cheek brushed hers as he kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

“Fuck… I’ve been dying to bury myself deep inside this sweet little cunny, petal,” he groaned, voice wrecked with need.

“Please, Dae…” she whimpered, hips rolling up desperately, trying to pull him in.

He kissed her again—slow, almost reverent—then notched the thick head of his cock against her dripping entrance. With one smooth, powerful thrust he sank into her tight heat, burying himself to the hilt. They both moaned, raw and relieved, as her walls fluttered and clenched around his throbbing length.

He stayed there for a long moment, savoring the perfect, wet grip of her cunt, letting her stretch around him. Then he began to move—slow, deep strokes that dragged along every sensitive spot inside her.

“Gods… feel how badly she needed me,” he growled, voice cocky and rough as his pace quickened. “Poor thing’s been neglected, hasn’t she? This greedy little cunt needs to be fucked at least once a day, doesn’t it, my love?”

She slapped his chest playfully, cheeks burning. “H-hush—”

Daeron smirked, wicked and bright. He caught her legs and folded them gently over his shoulders, changing the angle until he was driving even deeper. His hips snapped forward harder, faster, pounding into her with hungry, filthy need. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the chamber, mingling with her loud cries and his low groans.

Her nails dug into his arms, his shoulders, anywhere she could reach. Daeron’s head fell back, silver hair sticking to his sweat-dampened neck as he whined and cursed, chasing the pleasure only she could give him.

Daeron’s rhythm grew relentless, each powerful thrust driving deep enough to punch the breath from her lungs. Folded nearly in half beneath him, her knees pressed to her shoulders, she could do nothing but take every thick inch.

“I had intended to savor you,” he groaned, voice rough and strained, “but I so wish to fuck you right now, sweet girl…”

The confession seemed to snap what little restraint he had left. His hips snapped forward harder, faster, pounding into her with raw, hungry need. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the chamber, mingling with her loud cries and his low, broken groans.

“Fuck—yes, just like that,” he panted, sandy hair sticking to his sweat-damp neck. “So tight… so fucking wet. greedy thing.”

He drove into her with deep, punishing strokes, the new angle letting him grind against that perfect spot inside her with every thrust. One of his hands slipped between their bodies, thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight, slick circles.

Her back arched hard, nails digging into his arms and shoulders. “Dae— oh gods—”

“Come for me again,” he growled, voice wrecked with lust. “Milk my cock, petal. I want to feel this greedy little cunt squeezing me when I fill you up.”

The filthy words and relentless pace shattered her. Her walls clamped down around him as her orgasm crashed through her, thighs shaking violently while she cried out his name. Her cunt fluttered and pulsed wildly, pulling him even deeper.

Daeron’s rhythm faltered. “Seven hells— that’s it— fuck—”

With a guttural groan he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of spend flooding her clenching heat. He kept moving through it in shallow, greedy thrusts, riding out every pulse until he was spent and trembling above her.

He carefully lowered her legs, then collapsed half on top of her, face buried in the crook of her neck. His cock was still nestled inside her as they both caught their breath.