My Sweet Peach
Romance - Gwayne Hightower X Reader Targaryen (Daeron's Twin) Rating - 18+ (Nudity / Virgin Reader / Stripping / Breast Play / Nipple Play / Nipple Sucking / Feet Kissing / Worship / Groping / Eating Out / Squirting / Forced Orgasm / Fingering / Finger Fucking / Cum Tasting) Reading Time - 23 min 30 sec (3054) Requested - Anonymous asked: hello!! can i make a request for gwayne? i miss reading your fic about him. what about this: gwayne is a master and he need to examinate his niece’s purity before she wed. so she is laying on bed while she look at her pussy and breast with the excuses to examinate but he is really enjoying himself😩😩
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON HYPE WEEK
The city of Oldtown felt the heat of the summer’s day, the waves met the port with delicate kisses, the wind blew with a soft, gentle breeze, and even the sun seemed to glitter in the sky above the beacon of House Hightower. The Princess Y/n walked the aged stone passageways on her way back from the Citadel, after once again being denied entrance by the Maesters for her lack of cock. But she had not returned to the keep empty-handed, as she’d bought a few ripe peaches to enjoy when she returned to her chambers. Her little shoes made barely a sound on the ancient stone, her green dress shifting and swishing around her developed body, which drew many a man’s eye, since the gown was more akin to one for a young girl and not the curves of a woman flowered. Her hair, silver-blonde and bright, was intricately braided down her back, with ivy woven from fabric and thread.
But it was the strings of the lute that caught her ears and attention, and she soon found their source. As her twin brother Daeron sat perched on the stairwell's windowsill. His feet up on the stone, the window open to allow in the breeze. Dressed in his fine green velvet, with his silver blonde hair half up and half left to hang down to his shoulders. His lute in hand as he stummed and sang,
“I loved a maid as fair as summer… with sunlight in her hair… I loved a maid as red as autumn… with sunset in her hair… I loved a maid as white as winter… with moonglow in her hair.-” But he stopped short when he spotted her, “Hello, little sister,”
She playfully rolled her eyes, “Little seems unneeded, we were born but moments apart.”
“And yet I emerged first, little sister.”
“Did you speak with the council of Grandmaesters?” Y/n changed the topic,
“I did…”
“And their answer?”
“Is the same as it always is, no maiden may study at the libraries of the Ciadel,” he chuckled, “Princess or no.”
“Tis a foolish rule…” she grumbled,
“And yet still a rule,” he chuckled,
“You are of no help! brother,” she sighed, continuing her way up the stairwell,
“Big brother,” he teased,
“Don’t make me toss a peach at your head,” She called back,
“Awww… I want a peach, please? Pllleeeeeaaaaassseeeee?”
She rolled her eyes and picked up one of the peaches from her basket and tossed it down to him,
“Hey! Don’t bruise my peach!” He complained,
“I don’t hear a thank you?”
“Thank you, Y/n.”
“You’re welcome, Daeron,” she answered,
“Ohh! Uncle Gwayne needs to see you!”
“Why?”
“How should I know?”
She scoffed, and she went on her way.
Y/n opened the windows of her chambers, allowing the wind to billow her curtains. She sat herself on her bed, feasting on peaches and reading her books on history and geography, learning all the lords and keeps of Westeros. When the doors of her chamber opened, her uncle Ser Gwayne Hightower, dressed in his usual green doublet and tunic, his light orange hair catching the sunlight. He had the Grandmaster of Physiology and a scribe boy with him.
“Ohh, Good afternoon, Uncle.” She smiled,
“Good Afternoon, my Sweet Peach,” he smiled as he came over, fixing a stray lock of her silver blonde hair behind her ear, his hand lingering to trail down and wipe some of the peach's juice from her jaw, “How are you today, Y/n?”
“Well, as ever,” she answered, “Daeron said you needed to see me.”
“Your brother does so love to tell you everything, doesn’t he?”
“He did not tell me why,” she said, her eyes flicking to the Maester and scribe who had accompanied him.
Gwayne nodded, “I am sure you can guess.”
“You’d be surprised, but I cannot.”
“You are a woman flowered, Y/n,” he said, “It is high time we began to search the land for a husband worthy of you.”
“I always assumed Mother would wed me to Daeron? Or Aemond, as she did Aegon and Haelena.”
“That was strategic, you and your brother’s hands are too valuable to be linked together, there are too many great houses your mother needs to show favour to.”
“So I’ll be handed off to some… Baratheon? Lannister? Or Tully boy?”
“Perhaps,” he nodded, “But that is not our concern for now, that is your mother’s matter.”
“Then why are you here, Uncle?”
“We need… to ensure your mother has the most accurate information about your body and its changes into womanhood. We need to take measurements and ensure everything is as it should be.”
“Oh… I see,” she nodded,
“Now, the Maester can do these checks; he is a grandmaster with health and physiology as his main link… or I can do them, whichever will make you the more comfortable, ”
“You, please, Uncle.”
“Of course,” he smiled, “You may go, Maester.”
The Maester nodded and headed out silently,
“Must he stay?” She asked, glancing to the scribe boy, a young lad from the libraries barley older than her,
“Not if you don’t want him to, My Sweet Peach.” Gwayne cooed,
“I would prefer not.”
“Of course,” He nodded, “You may go, boy. Leave your parchments.”
The boy nodded, leaving the parchments on Y/n’s table and scampering away.
Gwayne smiled smugly and picked up her books, setting them to the side, and collecting the parchment, quill and ink. “You are not frightened of me? Are you My Sweet Peach? You trust me?”
“Yes, Uncle.”
“Good, now lie down.” He said, “Get your pillows so you're nice and comfortable.”
She nodded and adjusted her pillows to lie atop her sheets. She lay down soon after with the pillows under her waist and neck to support her body, looking up to the intricately painted ceiling of her chamber.
“Perfect, such a good girl,” he cooed, “I’ll be as gentle as I can be, if you want me to stop, just say the word. Alright, Y/n,”
“Yes, Uncle,” she agreed,
Gwayne began slowly, at first fixing her hair, ensuring no strand lay on her tender skin. He ran his fingers softly over her jaw, tilting her head from side to side. “So very beautiful, a Targaryen Princess of true, undeniable magnificence.”
She giggled and blushed hard at his words, but kept her lips closed.
He slid his hands down the curve of her neck, pushing her head back to bare her throat, “Swan like,” He cooed, as his hands moved lower and lower, but froze up as his fingers brushed her collar bones. He, instead of heading down, moved across her shoulders and worked down her arms, taking a soft grip of her hands and kissing them. “Perfect,” he cooed,
“Thank you, Uncle.”
“Shhh… be still and be silent, my sweet peach,” he told her, as he laid her hands back down on the bed. He returned his hands to her shoulders, gliding this time down her collar bones and over her chest. He inhaled a deep breath through his teeth as his palms felt the soft movement of her breasts. The gown was thin between their skin, and since it was still a gown designed and fitted for a younger lady, there was no boning, structure, and only a thin cotton underdress rather than a tight supportive corset. Which left her flesh to move freely at the pressure of his hands, he had no shame in massaging her breasts, cupping one in each hand and squeezing them with gentle attention. His gaze was glued to the bounce and jiggle of her breasts, and he licked his lips with dark desire as he felt the sensation begin to cause her nipples to harden from their insane sensitivity, beginning to pucker her gown’s fabric and press against his hands.
The movement and sensation made her giggle, the soft amount of pleasure from the rough fabric of her dress moving against her now perked nipples caused her to feel small sparks in her lower stomach, her thighs mindlessly clamping together with desire she hadn’t known before.
“Be still,” he reminds her, his hands sliding down past her breasts, over her stomach and down her thighs, taking a soft grip on her knees and pushing them apart, so her knees lay flat against the bed, her legs completely open.
“Yes, uncle,” she nodded,
“Good… such a good girl… such a sweet peach,” he cooed as his hands slid down her legs, capturing her ankles and pressing tender kisses to her feet as he slipped off her shoes, and peeled down her stockings to reveal her bare feet and legs, “Try not to fidget now,”
“I will try.”
He scoffed smugly before his hands slid back up her legs, taking his time to run his fingers over her inner thighs, pushing up her gown inch by inch. Until he reached the laces at her waist, where he stopped and looped his fingers around them tightly, looking into her eyes with a deep satisfaction, before he untied the laces.
Her gown fell loose and tumbled to the bed around her, still on her arms, but the rest of her open and exposed, the thin excuse for a girl's underdress all that concealed her. A thin white cotton that reached only her knees and cut away at the chest to allow her breasts to grow in. But she was fully grown now, and her large breasts were fully open to the air, her skin glistening in the sunlight from her windows, her nipples perked up and sensitive with need for attention. Her breaths made her chest heave, even if they were only light and tender breaths; the rushing of her heart caused them to tremble with her every heartbeat.
Gwayne forced himself to be silent, even if all the blood in his mind rushed south to swell his desperate cock, his gaze moved slowly over her, but her breasts took all his attention and desire. He licked his tongue over his bottom lip before he captured it between his teeth. His hands moved without thought as he slipped his hands over the soft cotton that still concealed her. Without warning, he ripped it off her, breaking the threads that had sewn it together and leaving it as shredded fabric on the floor.
The sudden jolt and rip shocked Y/n, but she giggled, feeling the breeze of the day touch her every inch. She was utterly exposed now, with the soft curve of her stomach and hips untouched and unhandled, and her cunt fully revealed, with her small soft patch of silver blonde hair gracing her soft mound, her lips puckered and swollen with blood and excitement, her clit beginning to glisten, and her hole yet untouched by man or maiden. Touched only by the gods who had blessed her with her blood and the promise, then, after, of her fertility.
“Ughh-” Gwayne moaned, unable to resist the urge. His eyes were fully on her cunt, ensuring he knew every curve and swerve. He kept his hands settled high on her thighs, ensuring she would not tremble or close her legs and hide this view from him. He briefly squeezed his eyes shut and muttered a prayer to all seven gods to forgive him for how he looked upon his niece and the unholy feelings it was bringing up in him.
“Aren’t you meant to take notes, Uncle Gwanye? To send to my mother?” she innocently asked,
“Yes- Yes… thank you for reminding me, Y/n,” he smiled, taking the chance for a moment of distraction. He took the parchment and quill, making notes on the page even if none of this would ever reach Y/nnt’s eyes. He noted about the shape of her throat, of the arc of her hips, of the thickness of her thighs, of the swell of her breasts and the utter masterpiece that was her cunt. All notes he himself will use later, when alone in his dark chambers. Once he had noted enough about her bare body, his hands trembled with the need to touch her. He slid his hands over her ankles, hoisting them up and kissing her feet and ankles like she was a goddess.
The kisses tickled her, causing her wide smile and her feet to mindlessly kick.
But he grabbed her wrists hard, like his hands were tight cuffs to force her stillness. He was slow and sensual as he kissed down her legs, keeping her ankles on his shoulders as he slid deeper and deeper between her legs, pressing kisses as he went. He stopped and shuddered when he was within gasping reach of her cunt, “Ugh- My sweet… sweet peach…” He groaned, “You will… make some lord very… very happy,” he cursed that it wouldn’t be him, and forced himself to skip her cunt, kissing instead over her hips and stomach, wrapping her legs around his waist as he crawled up her body, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat as he kissed up her sternum, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt her breasts against his face, but he stayed strong and forced himself to keep going, kissing up her throat until he reached her face.
“Hello, Uncle,” she blushed,
“Hello, Y/n,” he cooed back,
“Am I doing alright?”
“You… are doing… so perfectly,” he groaned, fighting his urge to press his throbbing cock against her cunt, “Just… just a little more, is that slight?”
“Mhm,”
“Good girl,” he cooed. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and began to move back down her body, but this time he didn’t restrain himself; he took her left breast in his hand and began to squeeze it hard, while his lips kissed a circle around her right nipple.
Y/n giggled and began to squirm her hips, but Gwayne pinned her hips down with his own, knowing she’d feel his hard on through his britches. She silenced herself, keeping to soft little whines.
He soon captured her nipple between his lips, pinching softly with his teeth as he began to suckle on her, licking on the very tip of her nipple with fast and feverish movements, while his hand pinched her other nipple as he groped and squeezed,
“Uncle Gwayne!” she whimpered,
“Shhhh… shhh…” He groaned, forcing his mouth away, “I am just checking, how easy it will be… for your future babes… to latch on your… soft and… succulent breasts,” he moaned, cupping the left nipple and being just as attentive to it.
She moaned, and her hips squirmed under him with pleasure,
Which made him cut himself off with a groan of need, but he forced himself down, grabbing her thighs and wrapping them around his neck, his hands holding her hips as firmly against the bedsheets as he could manage, “And now… I… I am checking how you will taste… for whatever lucky lord will get to be your husband, and how… ughh- easy it will be for you to birth your sweet babes.” He groaned,
“Yes, Uncle Gwayne,” she nodded,
“Be a good girl now… a good… good sweet peach,” He moaned before finally closing the gap he had long lusted over. He locked his lips around her cunt, licking, nibbling and suckling as he let out all his desires. He gripped her hard as she began to squirm with pleasure, her soft moans echoing off the high walls, but he was too lost in lust to even care for a moment about anything beyond her softness. He suckled hard on her clit and licked up the squirt that came flooding out of her, his tongue sliding down to slip inside her as deep as his tongue would go, moving back and forth with intense thrusts. “Ummm, you taste so good… my sweet peach, so sweet and succulent.”
“Ughhhh! Ughhhhhhhh! Uuuughh uuuuuuughh!” She moaned, her hips bucking up towards his lips,
“Ummm… good girl…” he moaned back, returning his lips to her clit and bringing one hand down to begin to test her cunt, sliding the tip of his index finger inside her just a tiny bit up to his first knuckle given how tight her virgin cunt was, “Ughhh fuck- your still so tight… still so… innocent and virtuous.” but that wouldn’t last for long, he sucked hard and licked on her clit as much as he could pleasusing her, and with every lick she allowed his finger another centimiter slowly but surely sliding deeper and deeper until his whole finger was inside up to his last knuckle, he pulled his finger all the wat out and then dove back inside again, over and over loosening her more until he could slip in his middle finger beside it.
“Aaaahhh! Uncle!” She screamed in pleasure,
“Ummm, just a little more.” He groaned, speaking more to himself than to her, since his throbbing cock was becoming too hard to ignore and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer himself, so he thrusted his third finger inside her, shoving his index, middle and ring fingers all inside her as deep as they would go.
The second she felt all three inside her, filling her so utterly along with his desperate sucks and licks, her first ever orgasm rushed through her body. From her head to her toes, waves and waves of pleasure melted over her, her toes curled, her body trembled, her hips bucked and spasmed, she squirted down his face, her eyes rolled back, and as soon as the wave had crashed, she collapsed in a panting mess against her sheets and dress.
Gwayne watched with unrestrained desire, keeping her hips flush and his fingers deep, he sucked on her clit while she rode out her orgasm, moaning softly against her skin as her own release caused his own, and he came in shivering loads into his britches. He licked every drop of squirt that had fallen from her body before he slid his fingers out and sat up, licking his fingers clean. “Perfect, my sweet peach,” he cooed, fixing some hair that had stuck to her face with sweat, “You are pristine and pure.”
“Thank you, Uncle…” she panted,
“I will inform your mother,” he lied, leaning up to kiss her forehead before he tossed the covers over her bare and panting body. “Rest up,” He told her, even if he knew she was already passed out, he smugly scoffed, taking his parchment and leaving her chamber, ensuring to seal the door tightly, as he headed up to his own chamber to relish in the memory of his perfect, naive niece.
