Visenya went alone to the godswood, knowing her mother had already met with Rhaenys and discussed matters, but Visenya felt she needed to speak with her grandmother, and perhaps reason with her using whatever shred of familial care still remained in the Queen who never was. She wore one of her most conservative gowns, a rather simple black dress with long sleeves and even a sheer black hood for her hair. She came to Rhaenys slowly as she stood below the tree, tentative to speak at first.

“Do you mean to speak? Or just to linger, Girl?” Rhaenys asked without even turning her head,

“To speak, grandmother,” Visenya answered,

But Rhaenys shook her head, “Princess.”

“Of course, forgive me.”

“Last I saw you, you were a shivering little girl in the damp halls of High Tide. You stand before me now, a stranger, and act a princess,” she said as she turned to face her, “... you have grown.”

“Thank you.”

“It was not a compliment,” she scoffed, “I have heard word, your dragon accepted you at last?”

“He did, it took time, but I found what works,” she nodded,

“Sometimes bonding is not as simple as it seems. Meleys was a formidable beast, hard enough to bond, much less tame to any will but her own.”

“I can imagine you were brave to seek her so young.”

“And yet it took you so long to find such bravery.”

“I am not you. Princess.”

“No… You aren’t.”

“I feel compelled to ask about my cousins.”

“They are well, Baela and Rhena are as they have been since they lost their mother,” Rhaenys said as she turned back to the red leaves of the tree,

“Understandable, I know grief had no mercy when I lost my father.”

“Ummm… they haunt me. There is no greater loss for a mother… no harsher pain than to farewell her children. And now even my husband makes brief waves to the gods call.”

“I am sorry you suffer so.” Visenya nodded as she came and stood beside her, “Laena… I had never met her, and that saddens me. I would have liked to have known my aunt.”

“Perhaps if Daemon had heeded our advice, he’d have brought her home, where our maesters could have assisted her.”

“Perhaps…”

“And perhaps then Laenor would not have felt the need to drown his sorrows.”

“Laenor was… a drunken accident, nothing could have been done.”

“So your mother likes to say.” Rhaenys sighed,

Visenya gulped and looked up to the bloody leaves of the werewood tree. “I always hated it here.”

“Why?”

“I felt like the eyes were watching me… listening to me… it frightened me.”

“I find it comforts me. I am reminded of all I’ve lost.”

“It is the most southern still in soil.”

“It is, who knows for how much longer… it is growing sicker.”

“It would be a shame to lose it, something that connects us to the world before. And to our ancestors.”

“What is it you desire? I know it is not this small talk.”

“... I know what my mother asked of you.”

“Yes. To propose the marriage between your brothers and my granddaughters.”

Visenya straightened herself and spoke again, with less polite, proper tone to her voice, “We are all your grandchildren.”

“Are you?” She asked as she turned to fully face Visenya,

“You would give breath to foolish rumour-”

“I do not need to. Half the kingdom sees you for what you are. I cannot deny the word of my husband and my son, that you and your twin brother are children of Rhaenyra, as both were witnesses to it. But I cannot for a moment entrust that you are of the seed of my son. Much less so, your other two brothers. Baela and Rhena are children of my Laena, my grandchildren…” she explained, “You… you are my cousin’s daughters' children, and no more.”

And with that declaration, any hint of proprietary vanished. “What does it matter? Regardless of whose seed, whose cunt, Laenor took Jace and me as his own. He loved us, he was kind to us, he taught me so much and without him… I may never have been brave enough to climb on Shadowflame’s back. I did not come here to plead with you to align yourself with my mother and my brothers for armies, dragons and politics. I came to ask it of you, because even if my brothers and I are not the seed of your son, he raised us if we were, and we are the only children he gave you. Because they are the only grandson’s you have. Because Laenor would have wanted those boys to rule his father’s castle after him. And because if Jacerys and Baela wed, and Lucerys wed Rhena, our family remains together, strong and unimposable. And it keeps Hightower blood another step back from the throne.”

Rhaenys laughed, actually laughed with a warm smile, “And here I was to call you a puppet.”

“A Puppet?”

“Because you opened your mouth, and yet your mother’s words came out.”

“Were?”

“I was… but it seems you have more dragonspines than I first believed.” Rhaenys told her, “But you are right… It does not matter.” She sighed, “You sound familiar when you speak like that.”

“Far from the first time I’ve been told that.” Visenya answered, “Seems everyone likes to compare me, usually to my mother… sometimes to you.”

She scoffed, “No… I was going to compare you to my own mother.”

“... Jocelyn Baratheon?”

“Ummm…” she nodded,

“She was the daughter of Alyssa Velaryon, wife of Aenys the first?”

“She was,”

“In what way do I remind you of her?”

“My father used to say there were two of my mother. The first, the dark-haired doe in the bright yellow dress… the second, the rageful queen of the godswood who would charge a dragon without fear.” She explained, her hand coming up to move a strand of Visenya’s jet black hair streaked with Valyrian silver blonde that had fallen from the hood and pushing it behind her ear. “She was not fire and blood… but she had her title her own and ensured that even if she was a doe in a cove of dragons, she would not be their feast.”

“I see your meaning.”

“If… I do not support you and your mother; I do not see it as a slight against yourselves. I believe Rhaenyra would be a good queen… as I believe you would be.”

“Then why not support her? And I? You do not want Hightower blood to rule through Aegon, so why would you lend your support to his claim?”

“I do not support Aegon.”

“Silence is support of Aegon.”

“The lords of this land had a chance to crown a queen before… they chose against it. They went against the accepted laws and agreements of succession to pass over a woman and place a crown upon a man. The realm does not want a queen… There are lords in this land who back Aegon, even when they know he will be a terrible king; they know of his darkness, know of his illegitimacy, but back him still because he is a man… because that is the way of things,” she explained, “The realm will not accept your mother, that enough is hard to swallow, but then to know her heir is another woman.”

Visenya nodded, “The lords passed you… The Queen Who Never Was. I cannot right that wrong, I cannot give you the crown they stole from you, but why would you not support my mother… and I? Once one queen wears the crown and sits upon the throne, this rule will no longer be so. And no other rightful Targaryen woman will have what she is owed ripped away and handed off to a man.”

Rhaenys gave the faintest of smiles, “And if the realm is not ready? The two of you would rip it apart for the sake of that seat?”

“... Do you think, Visenya the First, was enraged? To know her brother held the crown, not her. She was the firstborn. She was the one to fly across the seven kingdoms on Vhgar gathering the crowns and bent knees of the rulers before them.”

“I imagine it made her… the vengeful woman she was.” She nodded,

“I like to believe she tried… that she too was told the realms would not serve a Queen.”

“And your point?”

“... The realm will never be ready for a Queen. Until a Queen makes them see her as the one to be served.”

“And you believe you are that Queen?”

“I believe my mother is. And the rest of us serve her.”

“We can… if we choose to.”

“I know I chose to.” Visenya nodded, “You may do as you wish. But we stand at a fork, to choose to splinter this family again and deny another queen what she is owed, or to band together under the banner of a queen, as a family,” she said, before she took grip of her gown and turned away to head back inside.

“Visenya,” Rhaenys called out,

“Yes, Princess?”

Slowly, she turned so they met eyes once more, “Words only have the power you give them. What is seen matters more. You’d be surprised what you can drown out without a single word spoken. And there are far more signs of legitimacy than whose seed and whose cunt. Right Granddaughter.”

Three fucking moons. That’s how long Cregan Stark had spent at Castle Black, for a routine visit that was only supposed to take four weeks, travel time included. An unexpected snow storm had come and prevented him and his men from leaving on time. He had practically worn holes in the floor of his Castle Black quarters, the wall, the training yard, as he paced, anxious to get back to you. After a break in the storm, he and his men ride hard home to Winterfell. No rests, only home is on his mind. It's almost midnight when he sees the tourets of Winterfell castle on the horizon, and Cregan could almost cry with relief.

Inside the castle's walls, he dismounts and grunts at the stable boy taking his horse. No one else is there to receive him and his men at the castle entrance. But why would they? He had not told the anyone when to expect him back. He had merely shown up as quickly as he could. “Where is my wife?” He barks, to no one in particular. Before the stable boy can reply and apologize that he has no idea of the whereabouts of Lady Stark, Cregan is already making his way inside the castle doors.

You sit by the fire reading, but your attention is pulled from your book by the abrupt bang of the bedroom door opening.

“Oh my gods!” You scramble out of the armchair, letting the book thud to the ground, and run over to your husband - hulking mass of fur standing in the doorway.

“You’re here” kiss “you’re here” kiss “I didn’t get a raven-“ kiss “telling your arrival!"

“I’ll tell you the whole story later, pup” his fingers frantically fumbling with the ties of your dressing gown “Want to tell you all of it, but I need ya first”

He mouths at your jaw, chest heaving and panting as he backs you towards the bed, never coming up for air. Your legs hit the mattress and you sit “Wait, let me take my nightgown off” you giggle at his forwardness. This is unlike your husband, usually so self discipled. But these are not normal circumstances.

“No time” he mumbles and is climbing on top of you, hauling you onto the middle of the mattress like you weigh nothing at all. He hikes up your dress above your hips and knees your thighs apart. Pressing his whole body weight into you, he kisses and mouths at your cheek. “Too long. Was gone too long”

“You were, my love” you agree. He shucks his pants down just enough to free his cock, aching and leaking precome down the side. He thrusts all the way in, not even bothering to test your entrance at all. You both gasp at the intrusion. “-’m so sorry pup.” He babbles into your neck, you don’t know if he apologizing for his prolonged absence or lack of foreplay “Missed you so bad. Gods, so sorry.” Your body remembers him all the same, his familiar body weight and scent pressing down on you like a warm blanket. His cock reaches deep into your belly, and each thrust reminds you how well you fit with your husband. His voice has lowered to a deep gravelly pitch as he curses. Arousal coats his cock, and the sounds of your combined wetness fill the small space you two share.

“Husband, I think-“ you sigh. You feel totally spaced out and at complete surrender- senses totally comforted by the return of your protector. He looses all his thoughts, understandable for a man not had release in three months, and pays no mind to the fact that he is crushing you with his body weight. He only presses you deeper and deeper into the mattress with every thrust.

“I know, I know. Me too, pup” he comes quickly, and desperately chasing the warm feel of your cunt. You feel his whole body shudder as he releases for ages, filling you with bursts of spend. He is out of breath as he reaches in between your bodies still connected, and works your clit with his fingers. He messily circles your most sensitive nerves, while snaking his large forearm under your head you bring you closer to him. His fingers and your thighs are getting messier by the second as spend leaks out. Neither of you speaks, as you both feel too blissed out to form words as he brings you over the edge of orgasm. He rocks his cock, still semi hard inside you, through your peak as your cunt clenches around him. Mouths slot together, swapping saliva and incoherent promises.

When his breath returns to him, he finally speaks “We had a break in the storm. Didn’t have time to send a raven. I jus' rode here as fast as I could.”

“Thank the gods you’re home safe.” You press your forehead into his. “Don’t get up. Stay.”

“I’m not going anywhere” he promises. But he eventually needs to get up from the bed and remove himself from you after a deep growl bellows from his stomach.

"Send for the servants to bring something from the kitchen?" He suggests as he removes his heavy cloak.

"Nonsense. It's late. I'll go down and get something for you myself." You press a lingering kiss to his lips, and then tighten your dressing grown around you. "I'll be right back." You assure him as you are putting on your fur lined slippers.

You return with a plate of meats, cheeses, honey cakes, and a mug of ale. You set it down in his lap as he sits on the bed, the look of relief visible in his face as he strokes the furs covering the bed - the relief of being home. "But this one's for me" you say as you pluck a honey cake off the plate and take a bite. He watches you flit around the room, lighting candles, fixing up the mess you had made of books and papers on the desk while he eats and drinks. He notices the way you carry yourself in Winterfell has changed. You go down to the kitchen without hesitation. You maneuver the room as if it were now your own space, which it was, but before you had been shyer and scared to make your mark on the place. This place is your home now. You operate more as the lady of Winterfell. And he can tell that you have more confidence around him, no fear of his brutish, towering northern stature. "Finished?" you ask, as you take the plate away and climb onto the bed and crawl between his outstretched legs. "Your hair!" you exclaim taking some strands into your fingers "It's grown since I last saw you!"

"Has it?" he asks, half listening as he stares at your face, it seems impossible but over those three months you got prettier "No mirrors at Castle Black, pup." His cock is definitely getting hard again. He pulls you closer, savoring the soft fabric of your nightgown as it brushes against him. "You can help me cut it on the morrow" He rubs his hand gently back and forth over the curve of your arse. How he missed doing that.

You take his other hand and press a small, light kiss onto the knuckles. "You said in your ravens that you missed me."

"Every day I did." He watches you in adoration as you wrap your lips around his thumb. Your tongue rolls around his thumb, wetting it with your saliva, teeth nibbling at the skin ever so gently.

"I'm so proud of you how you handled everything here. Maester Lupin wrote that you advised on matters of coin and he valued you opinion. And Maester Lupin doesn't have anything nice to say about any one."

You remove his digit from your mouth to speak. "Thank you. Let me be closer to you."

He wastes no time unting his pants once again to free his aching cock. He helps you up to your knees and guides you down on top of him. He groans as you sink down his length. "Better." He sighs, letting his head fall forward on your shoulder. The strerch is easier this time, you feel anchored and full, a subtle pulse settling at the base of your stomach. "Yes, better." You agree, and take hold of his hand again. You run your teeth down the meat of his palm, canines gently digging in occasionally.

"And you wrote that you made a friend when the Lord and Lady Dustin visited." He says, tucking some hair behind your ear.

"Yes" you pause, choosing your next words, "I wanted to talk to you about that. You know Dyanna Dustin, their daughter? Who visited last week?"

"Aye, I know of her."

"Well we hit it off. She's so much fun to talk to! And she helped me with my embriodery too." You suck in a breath. "And we kind of.. lay together.. too." Before Cregan can say anything you begin again. "It is only friendship, nothing more than that. And I will end it immediately if you wish it. You are my priority and I love you alone." You speak the words without taking a breath, and only let out an exhale when you finish.

His expression is unreadable, and this scares you. Neither one of you speaks for a while. He just stares at the fire, thinking and processing. After a long time, he asks "There is no other man?"

You wrinkle your nose at the thought. "Gods no!"

"And this is something you want?" He looks at you with slight concern.

"I like having a friend. Someone to write to. You are so busy and I want someone to converse with when you are unavailable. And I like doing... things with her." Your face heats with embarrassment at the admission- shy nature flaring up again at this conversation.

He pauses to think again. A stern look crosses his face when he is deep in thought. You take his hand once more, running his thumb over your lips to spread saliva over them, then press it into your mouth. He watches you intently, deciding what his next words should be. But inside pride flares within his chest. You are coming into your own, making this place your home, having mature, honest conversations, and giving affection freely to him.

"You are the Lady Stark of Winterfell. You may take what you want. I see no reason to deprive you of this." He tells you.

"My love" kiss "Thank you" kiss "Thank you" kiss "A million thank you's" you say, grinding down into his lap to be even closer if it's possible.

He huffs a groan at your movement, finally proiving some friction to his aching cock. You hand him his ale from the bed side table "Thirsty?" and watch him drink.

"Oh I almost forgot. Dyanna said you could join next time!"

Maekar was supposed to be yours. It was supposed to be you, Baelor, and Maekar together, a family together until the King had decided that he could not just allow that to happen with all the whispers already surrounding his family. 

Which had led to the downfall of his plan. Maekar would not join your relationship, instead having to find a wife of his own, and for his brother to claim his own son. You had helped with selecting his bride having known the woman from childhood. 

Dyana was absolutely lovely. You adored her, more than you think you ever had a woman in your life. You held absolutely no resentment for her. She was a friend, a staple through your life. 

The Dayne had been the first person you had kissed when you were four and ten both wanting to understand why your brothers kept doing it with random girls in the corridors, and not wanting to do it with some random boy. Then again before she married Maekar as she was afraid of looking like a fool in front of half the realm. 

It was her idea to travel down to Dorne in your husband’s absence, an extended stay away from the capital. 

A vacation away from the vultures of court.

You currently lounged on the bed, the silks pulled tightly over your bare chest as you watched your husband dress for the trip ahead. The sun had barely risen, but he would have to leave within the hour, “I cannot believe you will be gone for so long,” you whined. 

He chuckled slightly, “I will be home before you know it,” he tried to assure you, but you both knew it was a lie. Since the day you had wed the pair of you had hardly been away from the other for more than a fortnight. 

“Mayhaps I should just come with you instead.” 

He sighed moving to the bed, as you watched him approach you, “You could not be away from the boys that long. Dorne will be nice with Dyanna and Maekar. Besides if you get…” Baelor tilted his head searching for the words, “Lonely. Then you have company to use in my absence,” he told you. 

Your eyebrows drew together searching his face, “Are you suggesting what I think you are?”

Your husband shrugged, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, his hand moving to your neck as he dipped your head back to stare up at him, “You know me better than I know myself I am sure you know exactly what I am saying.”

You only nodded, “We shall see,” was all you replied. 

The Dornish sun beat down on your face, and it made an excitement fill you, to be back home in a climate that finally felt right. There was no whispering gossip about that you did not fit in or that you did not deserve to be Queen one day. 

It was almost pure bliss. Dyanna sat next to you, watching as Aerion, Valarr and Daeron ran around enjoying the warm weather as each clutched a small dragon in their hand pretending to make them fly. 

“I could kiss you for suggesting we come home instead of staying at the Keep,” you confessed, turning to look at her. 

She let out a laugh, a smile spreading across her beautiful lips, “I would accept that form of gratitude,” she told you. 

The pair of you stared at each other a moment, and it was as if there was a shift in the air. There had been something different during this visit. Something that was not there in the Red Keep, but neither of you could quite place it as it was. 

Dyanna was a safe space, you hand long decided. One that has made you feel like your best self. She was there to hold your hand during your labors, and tell you how beautiful you look when your body did not look the exact same after two children. 

She in a very sense made you feel along the same way Baelor did. What you were unaware of is that she felt the same way. 

“You look very pretty today,” you then complimented, your eyes taking in the dark purple of her dress. She seemed to have a weight lifted off her away from the prying eyes of the capital, adn you were the same way.

Things were different here than in the Red Keep. Neither of you had to be the perfect wives married to a Prince of Realm. You could just be yourself. The person you were once able to be all the time before husbands and children had changed everything. 

“Maekar, does your wife not look gorgeous today?” you yelled out turning toward him. 

You watched him flinch as if he did not. You were aware that he stood so closely behind the air of you, but he should have. You were not one to miss things and he was not one to not linger especially in an unfamiliar place. 

This was your home, but he was still protective at his very core, over all of you. His eyes blinked as they locked onto you then slowly turned to Dyanna as he finally came closer instead of lurking, “She always looks beautiful. Both of you do,” he finally decided, but cringed as if the words were not meant to be spoken aloud. 

You hummed, “Did you know Dyanna was my first kiss,” you then confessed casually. His eyes widened as a blush spread across Dyanna’s cheek. “When were what… four and ten?” you asked, turning toward the woman. 

“Yes…and then again before I married Maekar, because I was nervous about looking a fool.”

You grinned, looking from the woman to her husband, “Better keep her close tonight, Maekar or I might let her keep me company,” you whispered to him patting his chest, before you stepped around him, “Come on, Valarr and Aerion, we can go sit in the water gardens.”

The words caused a reaction to fill both of them, their bodies going warm as they stared at you watching as your eyes flickered between both of them, as the statement was for both of them. They watched you turn away, each of your sons gripping your hands as you swung them lightly receiving a loud laugh from both. 

“Maekar,” Dyanna whispered, causing him to turn toward her. He hummed in reply, “Why did you end up giving her up?” she questioned, but knew the answer. 

“I am not going to dishonour you,” he stated, but his voice sounded rough as if there was vice wrapped around it, getting smaller by the minute. 

Dayne thought about it for a moment. Her husband was honorable, and for that she was most appreciative of, but she was not sure she would call what he was referring to as dishonourable. Especially when they both wanted the same thing that came in the form of you. 

She nodded, “If you do not…I will cross that line for us both,” she then started patting his chest, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

“Come along Daeron let us join your cousins,” she then called, wiggling her hand out to the door. 

Maekar still stood his mouth opening and closing, wondering what the fuck had just happened. 

The hour was late, and you both should have been asleep, but yet here you were. “He does not wish to dishonor me. Which I understand and am grateful for, but it seems like it is killing him slowly.” 

“He loves you,” you assured her as if that was what she needed to hear. It was not, because she already knew. 

“Just as he loves you… I know the thing between Baelor, yourself and him had a…complicated ending.” 

“That is one way to put it,” you laughed shaking his head slightly, “Baelor gave me permission to fuck him in his absence,” you declared. 

She did not reply at first and you wondered if you had accidentally offended her, “Just him?” she then asked. 

The moment switched in an instant. Your eyes trailed over her form, “Well…his exact words were I would have company if I got…lonely,” you recited with a grin. 

She hummed, her eyes dragging over your frame. You leaned forward giving her a clear view down the front of your dress and you watched her violet eyes darken almost instantly, “If you want me to make the move, Dy, you’re going to have to say the words,” you told her plainly. 

Dyanna nodded, her head going back and forth as if the decision had not already been made. You waited patiently sitting back watching her with a large grin, “I see it now,” she admitted. 

Your eyebrow drew together, “See what?” you asked, as you stood to your feet, the thin silk of your dress whispering against the floor as you approached her slowly. 

“Why Maekar is the way he is. You are…some else entirely.”

“As are you,” you assured her, your hands finally touching her, resting on her neck as you titled her head back to look up at you from her chair, “Say the words, Dyanna.”

The pupils of your eyes no doubt were entirely as blown as her, “Make your move,” she finally whispered, closing her eyes in preparation. 

You leaned down carefully as if you were going to press your mouth to hers, but you stopped just before you gave in to what you both want, “I can’t hear you,” you teased, your breath fawning her face causing her lips to part instinctively. 

Her eyes fluttered opening, meeting yours, “Please,” she said louder, voice a little rougher with need. 

You finally gave in, pressing your mouths together, your tongue instantly moving into the warmth of her mouth as you gave yourself the proper exploration this time. The pair of you moaned into each other’s mouth, each being swallowed as your tongues mingled against the other. 

She stood pushing herself to her full height as you kept your mouth connected, your hands moving up her sides to the strings at the back of her dress pulling them free with quick fingers. The thin material pooled at her feet. 

“Your turn,” she muttered against your mouth, her lips trailing down the column of your throat as she stepped back a moment waiting. You did as she said, freeing yourself as the material went falling down showing your form to her. 

You let her take her time sweeping over your skin, taking in everything she could with her eyes before you moved back toward her, with a grin. 

You guided her back toward the bed, stopping her for a minute before you sat back against the mountain of pillows, waving her forward. She crawled up the bed as you smirked at her, and you could see the confusion on her face. 

“What are you doing?” she asked, slightly confused as you guided her to straddle your thigh. 

She was not sure what she had been expecting, but it hadn’t been this, but she trusted you. “Grind down against me,” you whispered, your mouth moving to latch to her throat as you sucked against it hard enough to leave a mark. 

“Oh,” she muttered, as she rolled her hips against you, a wave of pleasure running through her as her clit rubbed against your flesh. 

“Do it again,” you instructed, as your mouth worked, trailing down her chest, to the heavy mounds. 

Dyanna let out a loud moan as you wrapped your mouth around the hardened peaks, your tongue flicking causing her eyes to practically roll back as she continued to rock her hips down against your thigh just like you had told her too. 

You could feel her drooling down onto you causing it to feel easier as she humped against you, gliding repeatedly as your tongue dragged across her chest to the other suit continuing your pursuit of her other breast. 

“There ya go. Take what you need.” Your hands planted on her hips to help guide her as she rode your thigh. 

She did exactly that as her nails dug down into your shoulders, pressing small crescents into the skin as she chased her own high, using you just like you had suggested moments ago. You knew exactly the moment she finished, her nails digging further, as her entire body seemed to tense as she cried out your name causing you to grin against her chest. 

You pressed a tender kiss to her breast, as she moved forward, her head resting against your shoulder as her ragged breaths filled the air, “What now?” she asked, as she sucked in a deep breath trying to regain her composure. 

You shook your head, grinning up at her, “I am giving you Baelor’s rule of curiosity tonight,” you told her. 

She sat up looking down at you, confused, pulling at her features, “And what is that?”

“You get to finish twice before I do,” you told her, your hands snaking up the smooth skin of her spin before you wrapped them around the nape of her neck pulling her back down to your mouth once more. 

Her hands moved cupping either side of your face as your mouths moved against each other. She bit at your lower lip causing you to groan slightly, your hands moving down to grip her ass tightly in your hand as she began to slowly grind against you once more. 

You sat up slightly, turning her over onto her back as smoothly as you could manage, now hovering over her.  You simply held yourself above her for a moment eyes scanning her face as you tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, “You are so so so beautiful,” you whispered to her, pressing a kiss to her lips then to her cheek, then her neck slowly trailing down her body til her womanhood. 

You leaned forward not wasting another moment as you licked a long strip up her folds. She let out a loud moan, her hands shooting forward to interlace in your hair giving you a harsh tug as you entered a digit inside her, your tongue flicking over her swollen clit. 

Maekar let out a sigh as sleep evaded him, and he had no clue where his wife had gone off too. He had decided to go off in search of you. He was not entirely sure what had led him to this decision, his body moving before he could talk himself out of it. 

He let out a sigh, lifting his hand to knock against the door, but he did not get that far when he heard a loud moan carry through the wood. He could instantly feel his bones go cold, before it was quickly released by a warmth that resembled a dragon’s fury. 

Who could you have been in there with? Was someone taking advantage of you in his brother's absence? He could feel his anger rising with each thought worse than the one before finally he pushed the door open ready to stop him, but he paused. 

What he was expecting was not 

Both of you turned toward him. You for half a second, your brain registering it was him before diving back into his wife’s cunt. Dyanna’s eyes tried to say to him, but her head turned back in a loud moan instead, not able to hold his gaze. 

He did not know what to take in from the sight in front of him. His body instantly had a reaction that he could not quite control as he heard sounds coming from his wife that he was typically earning, but it was not him this time

It was you. 

You who he had such a guilt, because you were constantly invading his thoughts. You who was currently slotted in between his wife’s thigh devouring her as if it was your last meal. Then he realized he had been standing there too long, observing, watching and suddenly he felt as if he was intruding. 

He moved to turn away, “Maekar,” Dyanna called out, causing him to turn back slowly, “Come here,” she beckoned him forward as you pulled away your head resting against her thigh watching him. 

The Dayne stood to her feet as you lounged back against the bed watching them. She pressed herself into him, as her hands went up to cup his cheeks forcing him to meet her eyes. Neither said anything for a moment, only staring at the other. 

Then she turned back toward you, and you offered her a single nod, “You can join us. You can have what you want,” she assured him, her thumbs rubbing gently against his bearded cheeks, giving him her attention once more.

“Dyanna,” he warned, though it lacked any bite, as each of you knew him much better than that. 

“Maekar, please,” you then whined, causing his violet gaze to shit toward you. 

“It is okay, Maekar,” Dyanna assured him. 

He swallowed harshly looking to his wife once more, searching her face for any hesitation, but he found none. You stood to your feet and he finally allowed his eyes to drop down taking in your appearance. 

You looked different from what he could remember, but it was better than any recollection he could make. He did not have long to admire you as your hand wrapped around the nape of his neck forcing his mouth down onto yours. 

Dyanna smirked to herself moving herself to the bed, watching you both, not quite knowing where she wanted to keep her eyes. 

Your hands trailed down, rubbing against his hardened cock causing him to groan. Then you gave him a harsh shrug, “Take off your clothes,” you instructed, moving to sit down next to his wife.

He began to take off the layers, but you did not watch, instead turning toward the Dayne beside you once more. You moved forward reconnecting your lips to her guiding her back toward the mattress causing Maekar to begin to quicken shedding his clothes. 

You hardly paid him any mind as you could feel him move behind you, the mattress dipping further under his weight. You trailed open mouth kissing moving back down toward her still soaked womanhood. 

You settled yourself in between her legs once more, the cushion of her thighs feeling something close to heaven, 

You could feel the tip of his penis, run through your folds collecting your slick, “You are fucking soaked. Is this all from devouring my wife’s cunt?”

You did not reply, only grinning against her, before sucking harshly on her clit letting her moan be only the reply he needed.  Though you could not see his face you had known him long enough to feel the satisfied expression boring into you. 

He notched himself at your drooling hole, before pushing himself in with one fluid thrust, “Seven fucks,” Maekar groaned at the feeling. 

You could only moan, which sent a vibration up Dyanna, causing her to curl further into you. Your hand moved inserting two digits into her, with ease, her walls adjusting to you without complaint, as you began to fuck her with your hand. 

You had already fingered out exactly what caused her toes to curl before Maekar’s interruption. Maekar had the same advantage with you. Though it had been years since he had the pleasure of touching you he remembered you like the back of his hand, thrusting into you with the same brutal rhythm he knew made you cock drunk. 

The room filled with the obscene sounds of the three of you. The wet sounds and cries of pleasure that no doubt could be heard in the halls if anyone had dared based by the doors, but none of you cared too wrapped in the other. 

Maekar fucking you like a man possesed, as you continued to devour his wife as if she was the only source of water. It felt like something overcame you all. Such need. Such want. Making you all wonder how it had taken this point in the trip to get here. 

It quickly turned into a game as if you were all waiting to  see who would topple over first, each waiting intently to see who was able to make the other finish. 

It was Dyanna. 

She cried out your name as her fingers tightened around your hair 

You used her tongue fucking her through it, until she was pushing you away as she fastly approached over stimulation. You moved resting your head onto her thigh as Maekar continued to brutally thrust into you from behind. 

His hand trailed down your front until it moved, pinching your clit. You groaned slightly, nipping into Dyanna’s thigh as she moaned slightly watching the pair of you with a hazy expression still as if she was high from before. 

“Cum,” he demanded, needing you to go next. 

“Fuck you,” you grit out, but you could feel the coil in your belly threatening to snap. 

He whispered your name, as he began to circle your swollen pearl as you squeezed around him. You could not see his face, but you could feel his triumphant grip knowing you were close. 

“Be a good girl and cum on my cock,” he instructed. 

It was your undoing. 

The white-hot pleasure traveled down your spine as you finally tilted over the edge crashing into the deep end of relief. You clamped down around him like a vice causing him to cry out your name when he finally joined you and his wife moments later. 

Maekar came with a guttural groan, peeling forward to press his mouth into the place where your shoulder and neck connected. All three of your ragged breaths filled the air, before you let out a laugh, “I bet that’s not how you thought our trip to Dorne was going to go.”