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baelor rolled his eyes, dropping his cutlery onto his plate with a clattering of the metal. he had anticipated that telling his brother of his intimate endeavor while breaking fast would be a more positive experience. he thought, perhaps, maekar would feel proud that baelor had finally ventured into uncharted territory. after all, maekar had been encouraging this very thing for some time.

maekar began to laugh again. it had been so genuine, baelor could not truly be bothered by it. the corner of his own mouth pulled into an amused curve before he fought against it, scrunching his nose to conceal the impulse, “i am not in love with anybody. i did not even go to the whorehouse to fall in such hilarious love, she was brought to me— and, in any case, i meant only to tell you that i-”

“finally got your cock wet, yes. it is not that i am japing you over. that is truly long overdue. it is… this look you have in your eye. like you are far too excited about it.” maekar explained, mouth unceremoniously muffled with bread he had taken a bite of, “it’s the sort of look that says you are dumb enough to fall in love with a whore.”

the brothers were dining alone. their sons were already off, bonding in the training yard after they swiftly finished their meals. baelor knew his eldest son was eager to show his cousins his improved skill with sword and shield. “well, i am excited, i suppose. i thought you would be as well. it has taken me years to get here, you’ve been pestering me as much as aerys.”

“yes, yes. that is true, and we should all thank the seven in prayer. the realm should be throwing a tourney of celebration in your cock’s honor, my beloved brother.” maekar uttered in a tone so mockingly sincere, it had almost been believable. baelor couldn’t help the silent chortle of disbelieved laughter that escaped him. “in seriousness, i am relieved you allowed yourself some fun. you've been so dreadfully dull without. tell me, should i be concerned that some royal bastards are going to be running around king’s landing with multi-colored eyes, attempting to usurp the throne from valarr in the many decades to come?”

baelor answered without thinking, “surely not. they wouldn’t be mine.”

“how could you be so sure?”

“i didn’t—” baelor paused, but he already began to speak. it had been too late, so he reluctantly finished the confession. “well, i am not as vulgar as you can be, brother. but there is no chance of bastards… in a very literal sense. we didn’t, uh… it was only...”

maekar stared at him blankly, and after he blinked, he asked him seriously, “you spent coin on a whore, but did not actually fuck her? and proceeded to make such an ordeal of it? is that what you're saying to me?” the pause continued until baelor reluctantly nodded, in which the juvenile howl of laughter started again.

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it had been weeks since baelor had seen her, longer than a full moon’s turn. he should have been ashamed to admit that his youngest brother’s teasing—which was in good nature as is—had bothered him enough to act upon the urges he experienced in her absence.

the carriage had been sent to sylwa’s hours after he had sent his request for her, to give the woman time to ready herself. this time, baelor had prepared a bedchamber.

it might have been embarrassing that it was a brother's jest that gave baelor the nudge to venture further in intimacy. in truth, the desire had been there— planted likely from the moment she guided him to fuck into her palm, the desire only blooming ever since, and reaching a new height at the hand of such childish teasing.

on some mornings, baelor woke to dreams of it: her lips, her touch, her voice. the praise, the encouragement. he required more of it in the flesh, beyond his imagination.

the knock on the chamber door did not rattle him so intensely this time, but a moisture on his palms indicated baelor was in the very least a little nervous to see her again. however, the nerves did not remotely outweigh the desires. "you may enter."

the bit of nerves baelor felt faded when she crossed the threshold. she smiled at him with familiarity as the door shut heavy behind her, and she curtsied effortlessly, "your grace. i am so honored you have sent for me once again." the way she carried herself had been impressive. while she had needed to adjust to being in the rare presence of a targaryen prince in their first encounter, she hardly seemed bothered before him now.

"i am delighted you are here." baelor smiled. somewhere in his mind, he heard the insult of idiot from his brother's voice as he fought his mouth's urge to stretch into a wider smile.

she observed him with polite curiosity. baelor wondered if she sensed the boost in his confidence, or the eagerness for her to be in his presence having had a taste of her and gone for weeks without another.

she must have. she walked to him with ease, both of her hands gently resting on his chest. not a shred of anxiety had been found in her own demeanor. "how may i be of service to you tonight, my prince? i can provide the same experience as before, if it please you."

baelor hadn't answered with words. instead, a gasp escaped her when he connected their lips, his hands lifting to cup her jaw. while she had been surprised by his unexpected assertion, she recovered with ease. her lips, soft and sweet, handled his own with a matching ferocity. their tongues tasted one another, and tasting turned to an eager lapping.

"you are hungry, your grace." she exhaled with a smile when baelor briefly parted from her. it was unmistakable, the tingling sensation that shot from the base of his skull to the tail of his spine when he saw the satisfaction in her face. it caused the heir to the throne to grow a shy smile, acknowledging his urgency so plainly.

"i've dreamt of you." baelor confessed without prompt, his hands sliding down her body to hold her at the curve of her hips. "since that first night. i've dreamt of your mouth. your touch. your body. i've craved it." idiot.

she extended to press her lips to his neck, a whimper escaping her when his hand slid from her hip to hold her ass. baelor hadn't hesitated, nor even second-guessed himself for following what his body had been urging him to do. it did not matter that it had been so long since he had done such things. he did not need to feel so uncertain. "it pleases me to hear, your grace. i only hope i will exceed these fantasies you've had of me."

"i should have sent for you sooner." he muttered in a breathy exhale, words almost slurring together, and they were silenced by their lips connecting once more.

it was her own feet and her hands on his arms that guided baelor to the bed in the center of the room. his doublet fell—had she removed it without him even noticing?—leaving him in only a tunic and breeches when he felt her hands on his shoulders to lower him into a sitting position at the mattress edge.

"i dreamt of you too, your grace." she spoke sweetly. baelor was hanging onto her every word, leaning his head into her hands which cupped him around his short beard. she only held his face in such a way to angle his head back, and he released a breath at the sensation of her warm tongue licking a wet stripe up the column of his throat. she stood between his parted knees. one of her hands released baelor's face to brush over her shoulder, allowing the fabric that had been draped elegantly over her frame to fall from one side. baelor had done the other side for her, the dress pooling silently at her feet, "it is not often that a man will sneak back into my thoughts after an evening we have shared."

her voice tantalizing, her words expressing such a lust for him, and yet baelor felt a brief tightening in his jaw at the thought of another man sharing an evening with her. idiot. "even so," she continued. her skilled fingers moved to his tunic, removing the expensive garment with more care than her own clothing. baelor was infected by silence, enchanted as she moved, entirely bare, to hang the tunic onto the back of a chair close-by. "i still find myself thinking of that evening often. how good you were for me, your grace. it was such an honor to experience a dragon's obedience."

baelor felt his lungs expand with pride as he felt a rush of warmth under her praise. she smiled knowingly. she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

"will you continue to be so good for me, my prince?" the question was gently asked when she returned to stand before him. her hand rested on his bare chest, and as she bent her knees to kneel between his legs, her palm slid down his firm, scarred abdomen, then landed on the swelling at the top of his breeches.

a moment passed. she remained still, looking up to him expectantly. he did not realize that he had not yet spoken, and she was waiting for his response to proceed. "yes." he nodded quickly, and she smirked in approval, her touch to his cock becoming more firm despite the barrier between skin.

"i took such pleasure in baring witness to you losing yourself to such desires." she was practically purring, squeezing his thickened length just enough, "if you would continue be so generous, i would be most eager to guide you in such a way tonight."

"yes." baelor agreed quickly, perhaps too quick. it elicited a giggle of laughter from the whore. it was only human to feel even a modicum of embarrassment, being the cause of such amusement without intention, and yet the flushing of his cheeks had been due to the excitement he felt rather than any true humiliation.

how many whores could ever be bold enough to laugh at a targaryen prince? why did it exhilarate baelor to find a woman so bold, to treat him as though he had not been of high royal status?

baelor watched as she slowly—painfully slow—loosened the fastenings of his breeches. the cold air felt numbing against his warmed, sensitive skin once she had tugged the pants down.

"it is my mouth that craves you, your grace." she whispered. her head lowered, eyes remaining on his, when her tongue mimicked what it had done to his throat: licking a wet stripe from base to tip of his cock.

baelor jolted. his hips shifted sharply from the contact, one hand holding her shoulder and the other gripping the duvet he sat upon. once again, she giggled at him. "in the way that you fucked my hand previously," she began, tone soft in contrast to such vulgarities, "you will use my mouth in such a way, if it please you, your grace. i would be most pleased."

his throat had grown dry, and he nodded his head. her eyebrows rose patiently, and baelor realized he was being silently prompted to use his voice once again, "yes."

"very good." she praised.

she was kind enough to start with caution. while it was true that baelor was growing more eager, she kept in mind that he had still been the man who previously felt the need to apologize for his lack of experience and drink wine to calm his anxieties.

it was almost with a curious eye that baelor watched her work against him. her pink tongue licked him leisurely, making a show of it as she had been entirely aware that he was observing her. he was hardly cognizant to the quiet noises leaving his lips, nor to the way he had been squeezing her shoulder when she hollowed her cheeks around the tip before lowering to entirely take in his cock.

she had done this at that torturous pace a couple of times before looking to him, waiting. without verbal command, baelor understood: he should do what he had done previously, lose himself to his pleasures the way she had wanted.

the hand he had pressing into the mattress kept him stable as baelor moved his hips. he smoothly rolled, watching with mouth agape as his cock disappeared past her lips. she hummed when her lips stretched around him, the sight obscene as he remained buried their for a brief moment before he relaxed his hips.

she released him, mouth popping, before she smiled. "perfect, your grace. please, do not worry yourself with being so delicate. i am not fragile."

it was the praise that fueled him. baelor's hips rolled again, then again, then again. the hand that had been holding her shoulder had slid against her skin, holding the hair at the base of her skull in a fist.

what began as a fluid movement devolved into something more primal. the first time that baelor had harshly pressed her face against his body from a particularly sharp bucking of his hips, he swore an apology, "fuck— i did not intend-"

she loudly moaned around him to silence the needless regret. he felt her fingers squeeze his thighs to instead encourage him. baelor caught his lip between his teeth in his focus and repeated himself.

it was becoming quite indecent for the prince. baelor was grunting every time he had fucked into her mouth, only breaking his gaze when he lost the strength of his neck, chin tipping up to the ceiling. he could feel that he was close to release. the more relentless his hips had grown, the less he had cared of anything other than reaching the peak he had been working towards.

he lost the contact all at once. it was a shattering frustration. she had used the moments of him inching toward such distracting bliss to yank her head back, the hand that had been holding her hair not at all prepared to have encouraged her to remain where he needed her. baelor's groan might have been better described as a whine, "i— no. w-what are-"

"my prince." she lowly spoke, mouth dripping of saliva and arousal as she kissed his warmed thighs. baelor's chest had been heaving as he watched her incredulously, attempting to control his breath. "you have been so, so good for me."

"and yet you are still so cruel?" it was a dramatic reaction, he knew. the giggle that escaped the woman grounded baelor, who gave a breathy chuckle at his own behavior, despite the stinging of anticipation he felt.

the woman stood. another whine of a noise left him, his heavy cock leaking against his abdomen, no longer feeling her touch. "oh, i am not so cruel." she promised to silence his complaints.

baelor's torso relaxed backward only a few inches automatically when the woman climbed into his lap, and the sting of losing her mouth around him had vanished as quickly as it had appeared when her thighs settled on either side of him. "i must remind you how much it excites me to be at your use, my prince." she demanded.

he expected for his hand to be guided to her arousal. instead, baelor watched as as she grabbed ahold of his throbbing cock, lowering her body to drag the tip along her folds.

"you're surely torturing me." baelor dryly laughed. she mirrored his smile, connecting their lips naturally as she continued this teasing movement. she had already pressed him into her, just slightly, when she asked for consent to proceed, "would this please you, your grace?"

their mouths were parted, exchanging air between them as baelor coped with even this sliver of a sensation. the yes had been on his tongue before he had chosen his words more deliberately. "... would you think me good for you?"

the satisfaction of her expression was unlike any other he had previously seen upon her. baelor could have melted under her lustful eyes alone. "very much so, your grace. sit, be good, and allow me to do as needed." she instructed.

and so, baelor did. he remained still when the woman slowly sank onto him, his cock buried entirely within her warmth.

it was delicious. baelor harshly had the opportunity to revel in the stretch of her cunt around him before she was moving fluidly, desperately. his arm wrapped around her back to keep their bare torsos pressed together, and that had done nothing to hinder the way she had fucked him.

within minutes, the prince had fallen to his back. his hands had gripped the curve of her backside harshly, needlessly guiding her already skilled hips that had been bouncing on him. her hands were on his chest, stabilizing herself while she made use of his cock.

“gods, your perfect.” she sighed, body briefly losing her expert control to writhe on the length fully inside of her. baelor used the opportunity to fuck into her from his position, the mattress groaning from the quick pumping of his lower half, to which she gasped before clicking her tongue against her teeth in disapproval. her hand, which had been digging its nails into baelor’s pectoral muscle, slid to grip his throat. there had been an illusion of pressure, but no real restriction of his air, “did i say you could do that, my prince?”

“i— no.” baelor muttered, tilting his head back to provide her all access to holding his neck in such a way. “please, continue-”

“but it feels so good to keep you inside of me, like so.” she taunted, impossibly bearing her weight down, as though baelor’s cock could reach new lengths within her cunt. “don’t you enjoy it as well, your grace?”

“too much.” he choked out. she laughed at him, and she looked to him with darkened eyes before relenting in her tortures.

she continued to hold him like that, one hand on his throat and one on his chest to claim him, as she fucked him with revived vigor. they must have released simultaneously, if not close enough together for it to be redundant to distinguish otherwise.

baelor watched as her orgasm shattered her, having already released inside of her. the control she had possessed was entirely lost as her cunt tightened around him, her body stroking for to stretch the moment of bliss, until she had collapsed on top of him.

a silence settled, with the exception of the sounds of the pair catching their breath. her lips pressed gentle kisses on his neck. a hum vibrated against her mouth as he smiled at her, content.

idiot.

three women filed into the room. women. multiple. of course. he could not place blame on the keeper of the brothel for giving him the opportunity of choice, given the circumstances. he imagined that the thought of displeasing a man of dragon's blood was not a comforting one.

before he could break the short-lived silence himself in the manner expected from somebody of his station, one of the women spoke first. he politely smiled with lips pressed together, giving a short nod of acknowledgment when she bowed her torso with control. "your grace." she purred, "an honor to be in your presence, my prince. we are here for you."

not her. perhaps it was unfair to pass judgement so quickly; this was precisely why he had not wished to make the choice himself. in truth, it was her confidence that baelor found intimidating.

this was not his first interaction with women of such nature, contrary to his lack of recent experiences. he had been a young warrior once, earning great victories with his youngest brother. the hammer and the anvil, they were called. there had been no shortage of women offering such services to the celebrated princes of the realm.

but baelor had been an honorable man, married young and faithful to his wife. the interactions never strayed far from anything the man would have been ashamed to confess to his lover.

baelor still spoke to her. even now. even after so many years. he hoped she would forgive him leaving tonight out of the next conversation.

“yes. i thank you for responding to the request with such haste. i hope you might pass the gratitude to sylwa upon your return.” his voice was friendly, and yet it carried the solemn weight of a man expected to become one of the greatest kings the realm might know.

"y'may have yer pick of any one of us. or perhaps we might all give our company for the evenin', yer grace." a second woman spoke, hardly able to conceal a girlish giggle of anticipation as she bowed.

not her. so it was not any fault of her own; baelor had made his choice before she had opened her mouth. it was the woman standing in the center who had taken his interest, a woman who appeared to be just as nervous as he had been. what caused the nerves, he wondered?

she was a whore, just as the other two had been. this could not have been a new experience for her. and yet she seemed just as rattled as he had been. humbly, he wondered if he had caused it— not him, but rather his name, or status, or the hand of the king pin fastened to his black velvet doublet.

his eyes lingered on her briefly. she was beautiful, truly. the other women had been beautiful as well, but their blatant desires almost felt overwhelming for a man who required patience.

baelor spared the other two glances, recognizing a flicker of confusion and expectation in their expression. i'm being too quiet. they’re waiting for my answer.

"you must forgive me." he acknowledged politely, standing to his feet. he walked around the desk that had separated himself from the trio, “i will ensure you will all be compensated for your efforts, but i will only require the company of one. i… um-" a bashful smile grew on his lips suddenly, adam’s apple bobbing with a thick swallow, “i am, we could say, out of practice.”

he didn’t explain further, hoping that in itself would prevent any wounds when he made his selection. baelor stood in front of the woman who had taken his interest. he rose a hand, silently requesting to take her own. before saying anything to her directly, baelor nodded his head to the other women to dismiss them, “you may go."

it had taken a few seconds for the words to register, as the three women looked between one another in some silent communication he did not understand. on the left he heard a soft, "..i-" before the woman caught herself. she seemed to be considering an argument, to insist the wrong choice was made, but before anything else, the woman on the right spoke with a bow, "as y'wish, yer grace."

she had taken the other, and they soon disappeared from the study. baelor was left alone, holding the hand of the woman he had chosen. he lifted her hand and pressed his lips to the back of her palm. his neat beard of black peppered with flicked of grey and white brushed her skin. his eyes—one of cool toned violet and one of deep brown—found hers, “what may i call you?"

a swallow in her throat was audible before she politely uttered it. now, without any other distraction, baelor was conscious of an apparent difference in age between them. the woman’s face not yet touched with the lines the years had given him.

of the few requests made in his letter sent to sylwa, baelor did request a woman grown. still, he could not help but ask for his own comfort, "you are what age?"

"six-and-twenty, my prince."

certainly a woman grown, but still years younger than him. a timorous chuckle escaped him, "you must think me an old man. my greys do not help—though i've always had the white strands in the black even in youth. i'd be lying if i said they have not become more evident in recent years." his free hand ran over his short hair as he explained the multi-coloring.

baelor noticed a flicker of nerves in the whore, as she was unsure if she should agree or not, or laugh along or not. he would not take any offense for such a thing, but he realized she was worried for possible punishment if he did feel insulted. baelor gave a reassuring smile.

“i am making this more difficult than need be.” baelor acknowledged his stiffness. it was his hope that making light of himself would ease his tensions, that getting it all on the table would relieve pressures or expectations for them both.

“i have not been with anybody since the passing of my lady wife many years ago. nor did i ever indulge in the pleasures of a brothel before then.” the confession left his mouth easily as he stepped a foot backward, only to lean on the firm table in the center of the room.

"you did not?" she asked, surprised. she quickly apologized for... speaking, it might be? "forgive me, your grace. it is only a surprise to hear."

"there is nothing to forgive." baelor insisted, a reassuring shake of his head accompanying it. "i will feel more comfortable if you are comfortable." in the moment, the prince was aware that he should not feel a need to explain himself to any person, especially somebody he was paying to be with him.

yet, it had still left his lips, and it had been entirely genuine. “though,” baelor continued, amused, “i recognize now that it might be strange to have brought you here to my study rather than a bedchamber. this is not exactly a place to make ourselves comfortable. i… had believed there might be things of import to discuss beforehand. it seems rather silly now. i can hardly form any cohesive thought to discuss as is.”

the woman giggled. she giggled. baelor exhaled in relief as the tension did finally begin to ease. he scratched the top of his nails beneath his chin, casting a glance aside at a bottle of dornish red and two chalices he had prepared at his brother's suggestion. "may i offer you a drink?"

"please." she said with urgency, and this time, baelor gave a small laugh. he crossed the room to pour them each a small amount of wine, "i hope you do not think me inexperienced, my prince. i only... well, i've never been sent to a targaryen before. it's rather intimidating, being in a dragon's presence."

baelor smiled with his back turned to the woman. the honesty was more than appreciated if it alleviated tension, but he also believed it to be terribly ironic. you're intimidated by me because of who i am, and i intimidated by you because of who you are.

after handing the woman her serving of wine, baelor watched in quiet amusement as she drank it all in one go. he opted to do the same. their eyes connected once again as she sat her cup down, “maybe, your grace, you can tell me what you recall enjoying. we can start there?"

she took his empty chalice from his hand, placing it down to be forgotten beside her own. there had been a subtle look of determination in her eyes, something that read: i can do this. baelor was envious of this newfound resolve, and told himself the same: i can do this.

of course, there were many things he recalled enjoying. memories of himself tangled between sheets with his wife flashed through his mind. unfortunately, hesitance came with those memories— what if he no longer enjoyed such things in specifics? what if he only enjoyed it with jena? could his tastes have changed so much with the years?

she must have been aware of his thoughts tormenting him in his lack of immediate answer. her hand fell delicately onto his firm chest, slim fingertips pressing a gentle pressure against him. "perhaps, my prince, i could lead. all you must do is tell me if you'd like for me to stop?"

"yes, i think... that would be preferable." baelor nodded, as though he was giving himself approval as well.

he must have been closer to the stone wall of the study than he had realized. his back pressed firm against it when she stepped closer, guiding him to do so. she was not so much shorter than he had been, only needing to push up onto her toes for their faces to become level with one another.

with a slow inhale, baelor caught her scent. some sweet, clean fragrance oils that must have been freshly smoothed onto her skin before her arrival. his mouth parted slightly, obediently, just as it met hers.

there was something natural about intimacy. even something as simple as kissing. baelor had gone without for years, and yet his lips moved to follow her lead with ease. his hands lingered thoughtlessly at his own sides until he felt her own guide him by the wrists, placing them to rest at either side of her hips.

a tingling feeling spread from the small of his back, shooting up his spine, when their tongues began to massage one another. his hand took a fist of the fabric that had been around her waist, grounding him.

her lips left his. if he had any complaint, it was forgotten when he felt her lips exploring, traveling down to the exposed skin of his neck. her own hands had been pressed against his torso, and he recognized now they were unfastening the clasps of his doublet.

“is this alright, my prince?” “yes.” baelor exhaled, too quickly. he felt her lips curve into a smile against his skin. she was pleased by his reaction.

her hands were slightly chilled when they slipped beneath his coat. she felt around his abdomen before her hands lowered. a groan escaped baelor when her palm landed on his breeches, a skilled touch over his thickening length to provide a perfect amount of pressure.

an exhale from the woman let baelor know that the indication of his arousal pleased her. perhaps it instilled confidence, as she kissed him on the mouth once more with the same fierce determination he had taken note of seeing in her eyes.

already, it was overstimulating. baelor felt like he was melting into a puddle under the woman, fighting with a strength he had not needed to use in many years to keep up.

the kiss ended as she needed to look down. her fingers began to loosen the laces of his breeches, and he watched in lust-filled anticipation. "my prince likes my touch, hm?" she whispered. baelor noted a hint of excitement in her voice. he was not foolish enough to believe she would not sound excited even if she did not feel it true, but for the sake of immersing himself in the pleasure, he would allow himself to think it genuine. "would his grace like to fuck my hand? i would be most pleased to watch you use me in such a way."

seven hells. on second thought, baelor believed she had been enjoying this. perhaps it had been the control; how many women could say they had the heir to the iron throne panting at their hand, behaving like an untouched boy from her manipulation?

"please." baelor whispered. her lips were parted against his own, an expression almost sympathetic to his pleasures when she shoved his breeches down. his cock was thick, arousal leaking at the head as she caught it. he watched her, the way she examined him. he could have sworn to seeing the corners of her lips pulling into a smirk at the sight of him.

her fist around the base of his length caused a real moan to escape him, his head falling forward automatically. their foreheads rested together, and before she could instruct him to do so, baelor's hips drew backward to smoothly roll forward. he felt the squeeze of her hand around him from tip to end, and he released an uncharacteristic, "fuck."

"does that feel good for you, my prince?"

"yes." baelor strained. his hips were moving at a rhythm now, keeping a steady pace as he fucked into her hand.

"you're doing so good for me, your grace. let yourself go. do not worry of anything else." her voice was somehow soothing while enticing, gentle while erotic. he heard her, truly. he must relax and enjoy the service he sought in full regardless of his natural apprehensions.

there had been moments where baelor lost himself entirely. his hips would move unsteadily, with a fierce desire to maintain the numbing pleasure he felt his body pushing towards. he would succumb to it soon, he knew.

her praises and encouragements never failed. between their mouths interlocking, he would hear a, "just like that, your grace." between her wet lips suckling against his neck, there would be a, "so, so good. so fucking good." baelor had not known that he was the sort of man to enjoy such praises. she even almost sounded believable. like she wasn't simply being paid to say such things.

it occurred to baelor then that his desires could not be quenched in this way alone. when he thought back to the intimacies he had shared with his late wife, the aspect he most enjoyed was providing her with such pleasures in return. the question left his lips suddenly: "may i touch you, my lady?"

a look of confusion on her face (it might be that she was not accustomed to being asked rather than told) before a smile grew, "touch me, your grace. i'd like you to feel how much it excites me, to have you like this."

then, baelor did not hesitate. his hands grabbed the skirt of her gown, bunching the fabric up to slip his fingers between her thighs. a moan left her lips when his index finger swiped her wet folds, her head falling briefly on his chest as she briefly lost her resolve, "oh, yes, your grace. please, do not stop."

the pair rutted into one another's hands obscenely. baelor, bucking his hips into her fist; her, grinding her cunt into his roughened fingers while she whimpered at the sensation. there was a mutual desire for more that neither acted upon— the prince had not felt ready for it, and the whore did not want to push the prince's boundary to a point of discomfort. it left them needier, hungrier for the possibilities.

it ended without expectation. well, to an extent. it had been more and more obvious to them both that baelor was reaching his peak, and yet, he heard a soft gasp of surprise from her upon his release. it was without thought that his free hand gripped her wrist, as though he was worried of her retracting it, when he desperately fucked into her palm. his back against the wall was used to hold himself up as he spilled his seed onto her skirts, noises from his mouth echoing in the study as he bucked his hips.

she must have finished at the same time. baelor had been too lost in the bliss of his orgasm to notice, but then, he was aware of a warmth trickling down his hand. her body had nearly collapsed against him, spent from her own hips having lost control.

his chest rose and fell quickly as he panted, looking at the mess he had made on the woman's gown. she did not seem to mind, stroking his sensitive cock slowly, causing a sharp inhale from the man like a wince from an injury being prodded. he watched when she lifted her hand, tongue flattening against her palm to lick up his spilled arousal. she guided his hand to do the same, bringing his fingers coated in her arousal to his mouth. he sucked compliantly, eyes not once leaving hers, as she gave a praise with finality, "so good for me, your grace."

for baelor or maekar - he hasn't been with anybody since the passing of his wife, and is seeking out the discrete company of a working girl from a brothel in flea bottom. things will get complicated when feelings grow.

i have an open starter for baelor which you can see by clicking here, if you'd prefer a short-term tumblr rp over long term on discord. you can also just get a glimpse on what the starter will look like! (:

for aerion - he's arriving with his family to participate in the tourney at ashford meadow, and he's meeting his betrothed for the first time. (i imagine that he, despite being very arrogant and cruel, will develop a soft spot for her) (bonus points if you make her just as cuckoo as he is and that's why he gets so infatuated heheh)

i have an open starter for aerion as well, which you can see by clicking here!

okay so i'm a bit of a liar.... i don't really have an idea for duncan yet LOL. but listen we can work it out together i would love to write a big soft boy.