Nagasaki†

The groan he heard had his eyes straining to adjust, he could see an extra figure in your bed and his heart pounded. What was happening-

“shut the fucking door.” Aerion’s tone, unmistakably, cut through the silent moment.

Daeron complied instantly forhead pressing against the heavy oak door when he latched it closed. Taking a moment to breath. What exactly had he come here for? What exactly had he walked in on?

“Aerion what are you doing in here?”

He hissed at his older brother using normal speaking volume.

“she’s asleep, how would you explain your presence if she woke?” It was a bold to suggest that Daeron simply entering her chambers would be an action worthy of explination when he was laid beside her. Fingers already having undid the tie of her shift at her chest. He’d already half undressed himself as well and You hadn’t stirred once.

He was quite good at easing into your bed and carefully getting you positioned as he wanted. He had to be patient, which was as a trail for him but he liked touching you, molding you into what he wanted, when you were still truly asleep. He liked getting to see you without any well placed pillows and hands to sheild bits of yourself from him. Eventually you always woke up, he wasn't gentle enough when his peak came for you to ever fully sleep through the encounter.

Daeron blinked, his eyes were adjusted, though his mind was having trouble understanding what he was seeing before him. You had fabric over your chest but it was pulled aside, he could see your small breasts, little tear drops laid against your small frame. You and Aerion had such similar shades of hair and skin that it was hard for him to tell where one of you end and the other begins.

Aerion pressed a kiss into your neck, his teeth just barely grazing the center column on your neck and he smirked kissing your skin again but looking at Daeron this time. Tracking where his older brother was looking.

“come warm them brother,” he clearly had no shame in what he was doing, and did not think that Daeron should have any either. The drunkard was pratically drooling as his eyes gazed at your breasts, At your impossibly hard dusky nipples. “You’ve come for this? I’m presuming?” It was the middle of the night, propriety offered no explanation!

Daeron stiffened, all. of. him. The concept that he sought the same thing from you that Aerion did? It affirmed that this want was not only a queer one but deranged! His eyes closed tightly and he attempted to will himself to leave, but the stiffness that was suddenly growing in his breeches made finding the will for that very hard.

He hadn’t been able to find any release in a while…the whores just weren’t providing him with what he needed! Apparently you were what he’d been vying for.

You made a small whimpering noise and rolled over onto your side, reaching for the blankets but not finding any. Aerion had pushed them off the foot of the bed already.

You kept tossing and trying to find more warmth in the mattress and pillows, only going still when suddenly there was a warmth in front of you. Temperature similar to Aerion’s behind you but it was coming from somebody with softer angles. Daeron had quickly gotten himself into bed when you started to show signs of discomfort from the cool air. He diddnt want you to be uncomfortable. That it what he told himself at least, he wanted to keep you warm. That was why he was here, why his prick was throbbing in his pants and why his hand had come up to cup your tits.

Aerion swallowed as he watched the scene.

“her cunny is wet already.”

Daeron looked from you to his brother and then blinked as he followed the length of Aerion’s arm to see that His fingers were already rubbing between your legs. That he’d had his cock laid out against his stomach and and placed one of your delicate hands there so you could feel him grow hard.

Daeron swallowed tensely but when he heard the sound of Aerion’s fingers pushing into wetness he froze. You were aroused?

”her nose scrunches up when she cums like this.” He shared. “It’s beautiful.” He would only say a compliment that genuine when you were legitimately asleep.

“try it.” He pushed and before Daeron could question anything more his hand was replacing Aerion’s between your legs.

The first climax came quickly, you whined once, attempted to roll over and then it just happened. Your nose wrinkled and lips twitched and then Darrin’s fingers got substantially more damp.

His stomach twisted at the scent that accompanied it and he couldn’t help but take those coated fingers and undo is trousers. He was half hard by this point and a few fists of his cock while his fingers were coated by you had him quickly becoming fully erect.

Aerion had wrapped your limp fingers around the base of his shaft and was jerking himself off using your warm soft hands. He was groaning to much to tell Daeron to do something more.

It was fully his own idea to return his hand to your cunt. gently brush his knuckles over your pearl, which was growing more sensitive the longer this attention went on. It had you breathing fractionally faster, had little whimpers getting lost in your throat and your face scrunched a bit more. His eyes watched every twitch of your brow, tracking to see how you were handling his touch. He was, perversely, curious about how welcoming your body was to him even while you slept.

“hmm?” You whined and a hand flew up to rub your face when two of Daeron’s long fingers plunged up into your weeping core for the first time.

“it’s a dream…” he whispered kissing over your ear once. “It’s okay, you’re asleep.” He promised you. Hand brushing your hair back from your face. You were so beautiful, any lord would be lucky to have you…he tucked your face down into his neck at the thought of that.

His words would be very hard to believe when you truly woke up the next morning and undressed. The bruises would be real, you would be able to see the purple and green skin and feel how tender the spots were when pressed against. How would a dream cause those?

Selfishly he did not want you leaving this hall. Leaving them all here and taking your smile and shy sweet remarks with you. He did not doubt Aerion had taken what you’d offer any worthwhile lord on your wedding night. Aerion was not one to deny himself, and he hadn’t. Not for many years now.

You woke the day after a nameday celebration held in Aerion and yours honor, with bloodied sheets but strangely there was no cramping and no moon blood.

Aerion had woken completly stated in his own chambers. He kept your blood on his prick for close to a week, admiring the stain of where he’d taken you maidenhead. It had been so easy, especially because you’d been so throughly drunk. He thanked Daeron, some time ago, it was oddly timed and from Daeron’s perspective without any reason. But he had been the one to sneak you an entire extra flagon of wine. You’d wanted more and father had correctly put a end to it, but what was a good elder brother around for if not to give his younger siblings what they want.

“turn her onto her side.” Aerion had sat up on his elbow and was watching, his fist furiously working his prick until it was stiff again. He wasn’t a big as his brother but he knew he was stiffer. He could see by how your thighs losely squished Daeron’s semi soft cock that he was far harder, that veins leading up his shaft and the angry red throbbing of his cockhead gave it away.

“I was here first-“ he growled when Daeron did not instantly turn you up onto your side. “I’m being nice and sharing.” He reminded.

Your core clenched at the concept. Aerion was being generous, giving Daeron access to you in such a vulnerable way. He was giving your brother things that he himself should never of gotten to experience.

You whimpered and your fingers dug into the side of Daeron’s ribs. You wanted to stay hidden in his neck. Stay pliantly laid next to him while he bucked himself up against your side and taunted your sensitive pearl. He was warm and soft and his hair smelled like ash in a way that was comforting to you.

“she’s not a toy-“ Daeron whispered with groan, though he did comply and gently turned until you were propped up on your side, one of your legs draped over his knee so you’d be tucked to him.

“Daeron?” you whisper with sleepy eyes and he kisses the corner of your mouth to hush you. Pressing kissed to both your eyes making them close again. Your eyelids wrinkle when there is more warmth pressed to your back. Heated lips against the shell of your ear and the oddly familiar feeling drags against the cleft of your arse.

“She gets so wet when I use her little asshole.” Aerion smirked. Proud and gleeful. He took great pleasure in knowing his supposedly pure and proper twin sister was fucked like a whore, and for free no less! He found that paying for women’s company in the brothels had lost its allure for him. It did not feel needed when he knew you laid In bed, thin lacy shift on and a damp cunt just waiting for him while you dream.

He liked how small you were, that you have pale hair just like him and high cheek bones and that you were thin, but all the edges that he had sharpened through training, were smooth on you.

Daeron hated himself for the pulse of life his cock had when he processed his brothers comment. He’d enjoyed your bottom with his prick. Gods what has Aerion not touched? And gods, what a great many things that he could explore within you. Some level of guilt was, for the moment at least, lifted off of him as he realized that nothing he did to you, with you, would be territory that Aerion had not already charted and therefor destroyed. Your undoing wouldn’t be because of him. Aerion had been in here when he entered…he would of done all this anyway.

”sister, do you wish to train that pretty arsehole tonight?” He bit at your ear and his hand grabbed your hips and squeezed the joint until you pushed back into him to ease the ache.

“mm, yes brother.” You turn your head some, presenting more of your neck to Daeron and giving your twin access to your lips. He kisses you. It was searing and violent and such a strong contrast to Daeron’s soft hesitant ones that now laid wet pecks against your neck.

“yes…see, she’s filthy.” He smirked breaking the kiss to glance at Daeron for a moment. “Tell him.” He growled in your ear. “Tell our brother that you beg and whimper for me in your backside while you sleep.”

“I love his hard length-I dream of it stretching me.” You are breathless by this point. From the intensity of it all, from your body and mind exhausting you for being so disconnected and because Daeron’s squishy fat tip was dragging over your slit with ever unrestrained rut he made.

“going to be good for me?” Aerion questioned as he pulled his lips from yours and quickly made a fist with your hair dragging your face from Daeron’s chest and pushing it to the pillows. You squirmed up over your oldest brother more, hands grabbing his side.

You gasped against the fabric of your feather stuffed pillows when Daeron’s cock just nudged at your core. He hit to low so he did not actually enter but your whined regardless.

“please…Plesse Daeron-“

He was already rushing to fix the placement of his manhood, he did not want to enter you, did not want to hurt you. He’d understood your plea differently than you’d intended him to.

Sighing a bit when he managed to lay his length against your slit correctly. His cock held in place but your swollen folds and his gentle humping started then.

“I won’t hurt you, I won’t.” He repeated in your ear kissing over the teeth marks Aerion had left on your shoulder.

“She wouldn’t mind, if you did.” Aerion explained while spreading your cheeks apart and spitting down at your puckered hole. You moaned as if to punctuate his point.

Maybe you were? Or mayhaps he had just pushed your pelvis down and made your clit grind against Daeron’s being shaft more directly.

“just wait, she’ll get more wet brother.” He smirked and pushed his hard prick down so it was directed towards you instead of flush against his toned stomach.

You tensed at first, just the feeling of his tip pushing against a spot it shouldn’t be had your heart racing. But another frantic rut from Daeron beneath you made your body relax and it gave Aerion just enough give to feed his cockhead into your ass. He groaned at the uncontrolled clenching and pulled at your hair a bit.

“take me.” He demanded and you nodded frantically lifting your hips back to prop your bottom up more.

Daeron let you, his hands were holding your waist tightly but it wasn’t for control it was clearly just because he was quickly getting to that state of feeling overwhelmed by his own pleasure and needed something to ground him. His hips chased your velvety warmth even when you lifted from him to meet Aerion’s pressure.

“fucking hells.” Daeron panted and he laid back soaking in the feeling of you, the way your clit started to twitch some as Aerion got deeper.

“mmm-gods-“ you let out a pinched groan when finally all of your twins length is sealed within you. He spit down at your agains and pulled his narrow hips back to watch his own spit coat the base of his cock.

“There you go.” He nodded. He was groaning from how tight you were around him but your ass was not what had him mesmerized. It was seeing little glimpses of your cunny. Seeing how your back arched your your breath hitched when Daeron would move. It was already a mess between your legs and though some of it was likely his brother pre, he knew most of the glistening mess that was causing the squishing wet sounds was your own arousal getting spread around.

Your body loved this.

He pushed you down so Daeron’s cock was almost fully hidden by your folds and he smirked when the rutting got more frantic.

“you can finish in her next time…if you bring moon tea.” He informed. Offering you up again.

When Aerion started to pull his hips back you shook your head and whinned. “Wait-no…”

“stop-quiet.” He bent over you, pushing himself back in fully and your yelped against the pillow. “Going to be quiet?” He growled in your ear and you nodded weakly so he would let his weight off your back, let your body relax a bit from not having him pressed in further than it wanted to allow!

“don’t ruin our bothers fun.” If you got to loud somebody might come. Quiet was important. Quiet meant you would be safe. Nobody could know about this!

Aerion pulled out fully when you agreed to behave. He hooked his thumb inside of your clenching hole and felt how your ass attempt to relax after the intrusion. Just as it did he happily pushed himself back in with a single forceful stroke. His chest was red from how good it felt and the veins going up his neck were engorged as he did the same movement over and over again. Fully out, and then intruding again the moment you calmed.

Though at one point in the soft grunts and sweaty movements Daeron’s hand wrapped around your body and pushed down the small of your back. His high was right there and he was not about to let it get away.

“fuck fuck fuckkk…” he slurred into your shoulder his hips clapping hip at you as his cock pulsed and you suddenly felt the stick warm coat your skin. The change in position ruined Aerion’s normal projected enterence point and instead of his cock sliding between your butt he glided down against your slick pussy. His fiercely hard prick rubbing against Daeron’s softening one as both of them rutted at you.

Your head could turn to look back at them slightly because the moment Aerion move against your cunt and Daeron’s length, his spend was mixing with Daeron’s making a complete mess between you thighs.

You blinked, tired eyes trying to read his face. Was he mad? Was this okay? He’d gotten his release, that was what he cared most about so he should at least be content? You hoped he was. Some deep twisting part of you always wanted to make sure your twin was happy after.

When Aerion pulled back, off of you and the bed you rolled onto your back and shivered at the loss of heat. Your hand trembled as you covered your mound and looked up at the ceiling.

“clean her up.” Aerion ordered, tossing Daeron, who was much slower to sit up, the cloth he’d just used to clean himself.

You whined when he touched your thigh, trying to part your legs a bit more so he could actually wipe up all the cum from your flesh.

“Let him.” Instantly your legs parted and your felt Daeron gently clean you up.

“Good, now when you wake up in the morning and feel how wet you are you’ll know it’s because you enjoyed this little dream so much sister. Right?”

“yes.” You nodded and laid back against the pillows as Daeron retrieved your blanket from the floor.

“close your eyes.” He said rubbing your cheek after tucking the quilt around you. You did. “Goodnight sister.” You felt his lips touch your temple. Then his weight lifted from the bed. The door opened, and shut a moment later and you were alone.

You kept your eyes closed, and eventually true sleep did come back and bring you into its still embrace.

“that will have you sleeping quite peacefully I imagine, goodnight brother.” Aerion clapped Daeron’s shoulder and went to go down a different passageway after leaving your room.

“hardly-“ Aerion had no understand of how the dragon dreams worked, they did not just cease to occur if he wore himself out enough. It wouldn’t been his dreams that haunted him tonight, it would be the action he’d just committed. Real tangible regrets and worry not future concerns for events that had not yet transpired.

Aerion laughed when he saw the shame and worry all over his older brothers face. He would be filled with guilt, he should have anticipated that!

“she doesn’t remember it…”

“she was fully awake Aerion, how could she not remember it?!”

“Well she’s never mentions it in the morning before.“ he groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Mayhaps she thinks it is a nightmare…”

Did she think herself mad for having such vivid dreams of her own defiling? Now he couldn’t stop thinking about her waking up with wetness between her legs, and bruised on her hips…Aerion’s teeth marks embedded into the side of her chest. How did she reason that their got there?

“-or a lovely dream, brother.” Aerion smirked, pride dripping from the corner of his grin as it got wider. “Of course our sweet sister could just be a whore, glad to let sleep be a mask to her desires. Too ashamed, too desperate for it to happen again that she must continue on pretending?”

Daeron blinker at his younger brothers statement. The cruelty of it… and the possibility that he genuinely was correct. He felt his head throb as he attempted to decipher if you craved more of that attention or just had disassociated from it entirely.

You were not even sure which was the truth anymore.

“and likely to be cursed with some ugly name. Thought nothing rivals Maegor.” Daeron shuttered at the memory of that naming announcement.

“You should go,” you said coming to sit beside him on the lounger and took the cup from his hand taking a sip of your own. It was only right that you’d been there to help with the labor. Daenora was your cousin, and you’d very much grown up with her. Offering your support to her was not only right but equally expected of you. Even now that your father was gone, that you no longer were burdened by the expectations that came with being daughter to a man that was set to be king you still held yourself to a high standard. You thought that was what your father would want.

“my brother cares not if i gawk at his new babe.” Daeron assured you and reached to take the cup back.

“I care. The child is your niece. It is not hard to show your face for a moment.” You cared less about what Aerion thought and more about the whispered you’d hear at court the next day.

You could hear them now. “He was too drunk to walk. Likely burried in a whore. The brothers don’t speak…not after the transgressions.” People enjoyed to gossip. It frustrated you more when the information they had regarding Daeron was true.

“always the perfect princess.” He did not mean it cruelly. He used it as a term on endearment but at times it did grind at you. You weren’t trying to be perfect-and you did not expect him to be perfect either. But you did want him to try, even a bit!

“Please.” You reiterate sitting down with your needlepoint project now in hand. “For me-not for him.” You attempt and that had cousin, turned husband standing up from his comfortable spot and finding his shoes.

“For you alone.” He said pointed at you standing in the doorway “you cannot claim me a bad husband for the rest of week now!” It was half jesting. Half showing he did process your frustrated remarks that you thought were said only for your ladies ears to hear.

Daeron rubbed his face as he went down the halls of the keep in search of his brother’s wife’s chambers. Then he figured that Aerion, likely had healed from the wound of having a daughter already and was showing his new dragon off to court.

“She’s strong, pratically tore her mother in two according to the maester.” Aerion smirked as he spoke about it and that made Daeron a bit queasy.

He knew his brother was man. Only Aerion would see that as a good thing…thinking it meant his child was strong and not just that his wife was likely going to need to drink milk of the poppy for the next moon!

“brother,” he cut into conversation holding out two cups of wine for celebration. Aerion easily took one because a nurse maid currently held his newborn while he peacocked around faulting of the achievement he had very little to do with.

“you’re awake?” He took the cup and looked around at the other men gathered and said lower, but not at all low enough to make it seem like he was even trying to prevent his brother for hearing this. “Shocking, they must have sent him home early from the brothel!” He smirked when the men let out half stifled chuckles.

“My wife wishes me to express my congratulations to you.” Daeron took a sip of wine. Mulling over his brothers comment about the whore houses and his presence within the keep. He never claimed to be perfect. Never promised his wife he would be anything close to a decent man. He supposed she was not really in a position to accept or deny him based on how she felt about that admission. It had been the last marital arrangement her father had thought up for her and when he was killed her mother, lady Jena thought he would have wanted her to see it through.

He assumed that his uncle had likely rescinded the possibly of a marriage between his only daughter and him rather quickly into the entire Ashford debacle. Though lady Jena had no way of knowing that.

“I think an apology to your daughter may be better use of my time though.” He stepped to the babe and his long fingers tickled her little belly. “I’m terribly sorry you’ve a terrorizer as a father. Gods bleed you that your mother is kind.”

Aerion’s cup was put down with a loud clank and the conversations in the room went silent when he approached his older brother and pushed his shoulder back harshly.

“you’ve quite the stones to pass judgment on me!” He snapped. Hauling Daeron back into a bookshelf and grabbing his collar. “Failures do not normally speak so boldly!”

“I’m hardly a failure.” Daeron attempted to push Aerion back. Despite his brothers smaller size his rage did help with his strength.

“you’ve been married longer than I.”

Daeron said nothing. That was true…and he struggled to find the relevance of insult?

“married the almost king Baelors only daughter and let her womb grow cobwebs?” Aerion snarled with a laugh. “I’ve done my duty as a husband. Twice!” He smirked.

Daeron shoved his brother with more effort and this time it did send Aerion stumbling back.

“What is it that keeps her stomach empty brother? We have all been curious.” He looked about the room and then back to Daeron. “Is she broken?” He watched how Daeron reacted to each accusation closely looking to see which one cut the deepest into his side. “Is your cock too diseases from the whores that she refuses you?”

Those did not grate at him enough so Aerion tried again. Getting close this time and rubbing his brother shoulder.

“can you not preform?” Mocked sympathy. “If she wishes for a babe I could, well I could assist brother.” He offered. “I’d even make sure she enjoyed being fucked for once!”

The insult landed somewhere very deep in Daeron’s chest. He was frozen. Blinking. Any sharp joke he would normally make at his brother’s expense was lost. The only thing playing through his mind, over and over, was that Aerion said he would fuck you. That he could bed and breed you better than he did.

Daeron finished his glass of wine with one large gulp and then left the room without defending himself. He would prove it. To his brother, to court, to you! He was a fine husband. He did care for you, did love you. He could have a child! He would!

You looked up when the door opened and then glanced back to your embroidery when you saw it was Daeron.

“I thought you’d last a bit longer.” You chuckled. “Did you even get to see her little eyes open-“ the question seized in your throat when suddenly Daeron was as grabbing you by the hair behind your head. Lifting your head up enough that he could kiss you.

“what-“ you spoke against his lips “Daeron what are your doing?” Your hands grabed his shoulders to try and settle him but he just bit at your bottom lip. “Uh! Gods-“ but the gasp had given his tongue ample opportunity to slide into your mouth.

You found yourself melting into the kiss the longer it went on. The more he remained there seeking you out. Tasting your tongue and grazing his own against all your teeth between the warm slow movement of both of your lips moving together.

He was climbing over you now and your hand, which had been gripping tightly to the embroidery loop finally let it go in favor of grabbing onto him. When his lips tore from yours to kiss your neck, sucking harshly against it you whinned. Catching your breath.

“Daeron-you’ll leave bruises.” You warned him. He’d done it early on when you two wed. When you did not yet know what all his suckling on your neck would cause. You’d learned to shoe him away whenever he came at your neck with his mouth…he hadn’t attempted in a while. Maybe you’d been too deterring?

“you’re my wife.” He muttered into your skin while finding a new sport to suckle at. His hands gathering your skirts up and brining them up to your waist.

“yes…”you grabed the back of his hair to pull him back a bit as he managed to bully his hips between your now spread legs. “I am quite aware of that!” You laughed some and he cut the sound off with an ever hungrier kiss. You’d never felt him this eager before, this urgent.

Your lips faltered a bit when he pressed himself against you and you could feel something that you’d not felt in quite a long time. He was hard. The buldge in his trousers firm and it tented the material.

“Daeron…what’s happened?” You were concerned now. He’d properly laid with you only a handful of times since you’d been married, and that was over the course of a few years! You knew he saw whores, he got satisfaction from somewhere other than your bed. He drank, enough that laying with you wasn’t actually an option most evening. This interest in you…in this way felt sudden and honestly alarming.

“you are my wife,” the possessive tone dripped from his throat and you nodded softly.

“I’ve never claimed you werent-“

“I can be a better husband, I can put a babe in you.” He interrupted and your heart pounded faster in your chest.

“yes…yes. Please.” You’d wanted one. Desperately. But getting Daeron to attend a feast was like pulling teeth so trying to convince him to give you a child seemed like a pointless endeavor.

That beg, the admittance that a child was something you had wanted from this marriage sent Daeron even quicker into action. You’d starter to try and get your arms out of the top of your dress but apparently there wasn’t time for that. Not on Daeron’s mind. He needed to prove himself now! Right now! Prove his capability to you, to Aerion, to himself!

You gasped when he tugged down the neckline of your dress and buried his face there. You whimpered when his mouth sucked at whatever warm soft flesh he could get at you moaned when his tongue found a nipple and licked over the hardening bud.

You were finding yourself still under him, squirming but not trying to direct anything as you normally did. You need not preform for him today, he wanted you already. He was already heated and hard for you.

“gods above!” You gasped loudly when the tights ripped, you hadn’t even realized that his hands were down there pulling at the thin fabric until you heard the tearing sound. “Oh-ngh Husband!” You gasped louder, the feeling of his fingers even just pulling your small closes to the side, ever so slightly grazing your womenhood in the process, had you coming apart.

“it’s been too long.” He kissed your lips again and burried his face in your neck right after as he pushed his trouser and small clothes down to the back of his knees. “I won’t neglect you again, wife.” He sucked hard over a spot he’d already laid claim of and it made you purr for him.

It was a soft almost vibrating sound as it hummed out of your throat. But your airway opened up significantly when his fat, warm, and leaking tip dragged against your puffy folds.

He groaned at the feeling of it. You wet, needy, making such pretty sounds at such simple movements. He should not have waited this long. You deserved better, or at least just more from him!

“hmm, Cousin-fuck!” You swore when he lined himself up with your sopping core and then pushed forward with his hips. He did not shallowly thrust. He made sure he got burried fully into you.

“You said we should curse less.” He smirked looking up at you. Wrinkled brow bone, slack jaw, closed eyes. This felt good to you.

“D-don’t toss my guidances back at me right now husband.” You warned and he smirked wanting to make you swear again. Wanting to make his wife, the perfect princess lose more of her composure.

“gods, you’re so tight.” His hips snapped forward. Stone slapping into the wet fabric of your small holes that covered your bottom still and he made sure he grinds against you when he was seated to the hilt of his cock. Letting your clit enjoy the stimulation from his pelvis.

“Ahh!” Your gripping at his shoulder as the pace intensifies and he holds on to your hip with one hand and the other gets lost in your hair to bring your head up to meet his. He kisses your. Pants into your mouth, growls out claims of your body.

“It’s too much!” You whimper. The climax building up inside your stomach, deep, twisting and low. It’s made your brain throb and you feel suddenly very overwhelmed. Especially when his cockhead thumps bluntly against your cervix with every thrusts. “Fills me too much-“ you groan out.

“no…no I’ve got you.” He breaths in whatever you exhale and pounds into you a bit harder. Not faster, it was just more intentional more complete, like he was willing your body to take more of him. “So perfect for me.” He droned out, lost in how good you felt clenching around his throbbing prick.

“I’m going to…oh fuck Daeron I’m about to-to!” You couldn’t even finish the sentence properly before the chain winding up in your stomach got to tense to turn any more and just broke. The climax making you grab onto him as you shook through the waves of intense pleasure.

“my perfect princess.” He growled into your jaw as his hips stuttered and he spilled his seed deep inside you. Not leaving until your twitching stopped and he was sure your womb had accepted every drop he had to offer.