#hotdluke

Corlys dragged Luke unwillingly to a few other castles, trying to let him at least meet some other options, but it was very clear he had no interest in any of them after meeting Y/n. So they married almost exactly a week after their meeting.

Today, Lucerys lay in his most favourite position in the world unwilling to move even a single inch.

Y/n sat with her back against the wooden headboard of the large bed. The fire crackled happily across the chamber, moonlight casting shadows across the floor. She held her embroidered in hand working carefully in the many beautiful details. She wore only her soft white chamise nightgown with her hair pulled up into a braided bun.

Lucerys laid beside her, his head against her chest, arms around her waist, he was in only his thin cotton britches with the covers tucked around to make him cosy and warm.

"Comfortable, my love?" Y/n asked, glancing at Lucerys.

"Mhhmmmm…" Lucerys mumbled, pressing himself against Y/n, his head resting on her breast, so he could hear her heartbeat in his ear, "Very comfortable," he said with another small content hum, burying his face against her cleavage.

Y/n laughed with a cheerful smile. "Such a silly boy." She cooed, bringing her hand up to coil in Lucerys's hair.

"Mhm… I'm your silly boy." Lucerys mumbled, he leaned into her touch, he closed his eyes and sighed with content. He pulled himself even closer to her, pressing his head back against her breasts and planting little soft kisses on her warm flesh.

Y/n chuckled, tugging on his hair a little. "Excuse me? Where do you think you're going?" She teasingly asked,

He tilted his head up, his eyes looking up at her. He gave her a cheeky little smirk as he continued to kiss her soft breasts, "Nowhere special, just exploring…" He whispered before licking across her skin, his hand coming up to cup the other breast in his palm.

Y/n playfully rolled her eyes, "Oh? Just exploring? So you don't want putting to sleep?" She cooed,

Lucerys's smirk widened, "Oh, I think I'd like some help getting to bed yes…" he nodded, his hand giving her breast a firm squeeze, still licking over the valley between her breasts now as he pressed his hips up against her thigh and rocked them slightly towards her so she could feel his desperation.

Y/n laughed and set her embroidered down on the bed, she gently and slowly unlaced her chemise and tugged it down enough to fall from her shoulders and loom around her elbows. Baring her neck, shoulders and breasts to the cold air. Immediately, her nipples began to harden from the cold air. She leant back comfortably with a pillow picking up her embroidery again, ensuring Lucerys had the space he needed.

Lucerys cock immediately grew fully hard and twitched in his cotton britches at the sight of her. He moaned as he moved closer and wrapped his lips around her nipple as he began to eagerly suckle. His hand moved up to cup her other breast, his fingers squeezing and pulling at her nipple. After a moment or two of this he switched to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment. "Mhh… love you."

Y/n laughed. "I love you more…" She cooed keeping her tone soft. As she cradled Lucerys in her arms and stroked his hair. "My sweet boy…"

Lucerys moaned. He leaned into her touch, he began to buck his hips, grinding his crotch against her thigh, trying to get some friction.

"shh shh shhh." She cooed soothing him a little by rubbing his hip tenderly trying to calm his bucking. "There we go… That better, yeah? That feel nice and cosy." She cooed keeping her tone slow and soft as she palmed his throbbing cock through his cotton britches.

"Mhh…" he moaned loudly and started humping against her hand like a needy puppy. He pulled away from her nipple with a loud pop, "Y/n… please."

"Shhh, no need to beg sweet boy, you just relax. Mama will take care of you." She cooed letting him settle back into his sucking her hand slipping his britches down so she could begin her slow and gentle touching.

Lucerys almost whimpered, his head became a little fuzzy, and he moaned around her nipple as he began to suck again. He was hard and aching in her hands, and he bucked his hips again trying to get more. "Mama, please… it feels so good…" he whined,

Y/n softly chuckled, speeding her hand up a little more.

"Mama…please, I need more." He whined again,

"ummm more? What do you want then sweet boy?"

He pulled away from her breast again, panting with his forehead pressed against her collar, "I… I don't know, I just… need more, need it."

She chuckled, "You are so cute when your desperate." She smiled pressing a tender kiss to his lips. "Would you like to fuck mama? Would that make it all better? Give me a nice little baby?"

"Oh… yes," he whined, his cock was twitching and leaking precum just at the thought of it, "Please, mama!"

She chuckled again, rubbing her thumb against the dribble that leaked from his cocks head. "Ohh my poor Lucerys, your so desperate tonight. Alright, if you want to you just have to say the magic words for mama."

Lucerys moaned, his hips stuttered when her thumb swiped across his leaking cock head,

"Come on, just three little worlds for mama," Y/n cooed purposely squeezing him a little harder in her hand.

He groaned loudly into her neck, “Please…. please, mama….I love you!"

"Awww, good boy." She cooed pressing a soft kiss to his lips again, she quickly took her hand from his cock and put a little space between them, she turned over to her stomach, keeping her embroidered work in hand against the pillow, shifting in such a way that allowed Lucerys to hump her like a begging puppy.

He watched with big wide eyes eagerly as she turned over, he moaned again when he settled himself between her legs, his cock pressed against her ass. He moaned when his hips bucked hard, starting to hump against his wife’s skin, "Oh… mama…" he moaned a bit pathetically, desperate.

Y/n chuckled a little,

His hands rested on her waist as he shifted his hips slightly to get the optimal spot for him to hump and grind against. He was already moaning and whimpering as his cock slid over her ass. He buried his face into her neck, pressing small desperate sounding kisses over her neck, "Please…. please, mama."

"Please, what? Use your words, Lucerys?" She teased.

"Please…. ah… don't make…. mm… make me beg… please mama," he whimpered against her neck,

"Alright, go on just be gentle." She cooed, petting his hair,

Lucerys moaned and nodded against her neck, "Thank you, mama… I'll try." He reached down, taking his throbbing cock in hand and rubbed the head through her folds, he rubbed against her for a few seconds before finally catching her entrance, he gripped her waist a little tighter, with a shaky hand as he began to sink into her, the feel was just so overwhelming that a choked moaned ripped out of him, "Ah!…. mm… mama"

Y/n choked back a giggle, listening to Lucerys's utter devotion and clear obsession with her body, biting her lip a little at the sensation of him inside her.

Lucerys moaned loudly as he sank further into her and bottomed out, his hands held on to her waist tighter, his fingers digging into her waist, he pressed his face against her neck, pressing his lips against her warm skin, "Mama…. oh… feels so good…."

"umm so do you sweet boy." She cooed, trying to bite back her soft moan.

He started moving, he started with slow little rocks of his hip, still clutching onto her waist, he let out another needy moan, "Mama… I love you…."

"umm love you more Lucerys…" She softly moaned.

A pathetic little needy-sounding noise was ripped from Lucerys's through when she moaned his name; it felt so good hearing her moaning his name. He started moving faster, no longer able to take it slow, "Ah…. mama… more…. please…" his moans were getting desperate and whiny, "Mama… I'm…."

"I know, I know, it's okay sweet boy. You can make a little baby if you want to."

Lucerys moaned, those words going to his head and getting him even more needy, but he managed to form a response. After a few more desperate and needy moans, his face buried against her neck, he finally hit his release. His nails dug into her waist and he gave one last loud moan, his hips stilled, he slumped against her back, "Aaaahhhh…. Y/n!"

Y/n chuckled a little gently guiding Lucerys to pull out and turning onto her back again, she happily cradled him in her arms letting him relax and cuddle her as needed. "Ummm there my sweet boy all happy and ready to sleep."

He hid his face against her chest again, he let out little puffing breaths hot against her neck, he wrapped one arm around her waist, "Mhm… sleepy…" he mumbled, he was clearly already starting to doze off,

"Goodnight, Lucerys. Love you." She cooed, giving him a soft goodnight kiss as she tucked him in.

A rain fought the battlemants of Dragonstone, the volcanic island feeling the brunt of an intense storm that had come down from the north of the Narrow Sea, bringing with it ice-cold winds strong enough to rip linen from the hands of maids, rain heavy enough to be heard inside the deepest, darkest chambers of the stone castle, the clouds hung low, dark enough to block out whatever stars and moon lingered in the sky.

So the castle had been sealed, as best as it could be. Doors and windows were tightly closed, curtains drawn, courtyards emptied, and even the guards on the grates were brought under the protection of the castle walls. Even some rooms in the more Valyrian style without glass in their windows were emptied and sealed off until the storm had passed. Every room had fires built as tall as the hearths would allow, with stocks of wood to keep them burning long into the night.

Many had chosen not to be alone in such a storm, partly to mean fewer rooms needed to have fires and candles burning, but also for the security of the family's protection. Daemon and Rhaenyra had kept Joffrey, Aegon and Viserys in their chamber, giving the children their toys and blessing them with stories of Targaryen history right from the book. Baela and Rhaena had sealed themselves away for a night of gossip, hair braiding and journal righting by candlelight. And as usual, Jacaerys was alone in his room, pouting.

Which left Lucerys to, of course, use the storm as an excuse to see his favourite sister.

The flames crackled and hissed in her fireplace, the flames roaring high. Few candles were lit, just barely enough to see and move about the chamber. A single window open, so as not to make things as stuffy and because she rather enjoyed the briskness of the cold.

Lucerys sat close to the fire, cross-legged on her rug, often tossing on logs, stoking the flames, and keeping the metal guard against it in case the wood spat its embers towards them. But the flames were just mere busy work to keep his mind and eyes away from his beloved big sister.

Y/n herself sat on her wooden couch with red upholstery, her silver blonde hair pinned up into a braided updo with none of it hanging lower than her jaw, she wore a very thin black dress little more then a single draping of black cotton loosely sewn into a flowing gown, so thin infact the cold of the room was causing her nipples to harden and poke through the cotton dress. But her eyes were only on the embroidery hoop in her lap, and the needle looped with thread in her hand, as she worked adding beads and stitches onto Lucery’s doublet in the artistic shape of two large, intimidating and yet graceful seahorses, the sigil of their father and grandsire of House Velaryon, that Lucerys will one day inherit. Every so often, her eyes would flick up from her work and catch Lucery’s stare.

But he always turned his head away, back to the flames in hope she wouldn’t notice the flush of red across his cheeks, regardless of how many times she’d caught him even in just the last hour.

“How is the fire doing, Luke?” she asked, not looking up from her work,

“It is… it’s doing well, hot and burning… good.” he nodded sheepishly,

“Good,” She chuckled, as she looked up to see his blushing face, “I’m glad you can keep such a good eye on the flames, when you’ve been staring at my breasts all day.”

He froze up, a shiver running down his spine, he forgot how to breathe for a moment, the redness on his cheeks flooded across the rest of his face from his forehead to his collar bones as bright red as the three-headed dragon on the Targaryen sigil. He dropped the metal fire stoker, and it hit the fireplace with a clank. He could feel the sweat gathering on his palms, turning them clammy and feel beads of anxious sweat running down his forehead. “I- I- I wasn’t… I wasn’t staring, Y/n.”

“Mhm?” She raised a brow smugly, “Of course you weren’t.”

“... Maybe I was staring,” he admitted,

“Umm… like when you sneak into my chambers at night?”

“I- What!” he jumped around to face her, “I - I have no idea- what your even- how your even- I was NOT!”

“Do you think your big sister is foolish, Lucerys?”

“No,” He grumbled,

“Then explain to me, please, how I was waking up uncovered and soaked from squirt?”

“... Sleep… orgasms?”

“And how then did I wake with seed across my stomach?”

“I- I wiped it off!” he yelped, “I mean, I-I have no idea how that happened, but … if I had done such a thing, I am sure I’d have remembered wiping it off your skin.”

“And yet the scent remained,” she smirked,

“... Shit,” he cursed,

“You are a very silly boy,” she chuckled,

“I know…” He grumbled, sheepishly crawling closer and kneeling at her feet, “I just… you're so beautiful, and I couldn’t help myself.” he whimpered, laying his cheek on her knee, “I’m so sorry… Shijetra Nyke Y/n… Shijetra nyke Y/n…”

“I don’t mind, Luke,” she smiled,

“Yo-you don’t?”

“I would much prefer, you sneaking into my chambers, watching my body as I sleep and pleasuring yourself, then you going down to the dangerous docks and spending coins on some girl infected with gods only know what.” she explained as she set down her embroidery and began to pet his dark locks, “You are looking at girls, there is no need to be ashamed of your desire. You are welcome to look at me and touch me if it pleases you.”

“I can?”

“You can,” she smiled,

“May… May I now?” He asked, “Please? It would make me very happy.”

“Of course,” she cooed,

“Ummm… Kirimvose,” ‘Thank you’ he moaned, “Kirimvose, Kirimvose, Kirimvose…” he moaned as he kissed her knee and began to press his kisses up her thighs, sliding her legs apart so he could slither between the gap until he was as close to her as possible, he kissed up her hips and over her stomach, his hands coming up to take a firm grasp of her breasts, taking the weight of them in his palms, softly squeezing the soft jiggly flesh, his thumbs coming to rub small clockwise circles around her hard and perky nipples, all though the soft black cotton of her gown.

She giggled and continued to pet his hair, keeping her moans soft and gentle, “Shhh… enjoy yourself.”

Lucerys nodded and kissed her stomach, his lips running up between her breasts as high as he could reach to peck her collarbone, without even asking her for permission, his hands slid down off her breasts to pull on the neckline of the black cotton gown, each tug revealing more of her soft, bare skin. When he reached the point where the fabric would not move further, he slid his hands down to her waist and untied the laces with desperate, trembling fingers.

Once the laces of her gown were undone, the whole of the black fabric unwrapped from her body, revealing her from collar to ankle. Her bare breasts were on full display with her nipples still hard, and her pussy with its inviting trail of silver hair.

He was panting just at the mere sight of her, and instantly he moved up and captured one of her nipples between his lips, sucking on it hard, sliding his tongue in needy circles as he tried to resist the urge to pin her down to the couch, but his hands had a mind of their own, already rubbing his hard cock through his laced britches. 

She giggled softly and pushed his head down from her breasts, towards her glistening pussy.

He groaned loudly and found himself lunging at her, burying his face between her thighs without a moment of hesitation. His lips worked up and down her slick lips while his hands unlaced his britches, pulling out his throbbing cock, jerking himself in fast, needy pumps.

She softly moaned, keeping her fingers tightly in his hair, leaning back against the couch.

He didn’t care how much noise he made, how much of his own saliva and her juices were dripping down his face, his nose brushing against the soft hair, as he kissed, licked, nibbled and sucked in mindless desperation like a dragon feasting on fresh meat in the depths of starvation. His hips bucked wildly towards his hand, already close after only brief moments.

“Lucerys… Lucerys… Luke…” She moaned, her eyes squeezing shut and her head being tossed back as her legs began to tremble with desire and need,

He listened, sucking hard on her clit and bringing his free hand up to slip his index and middle fingers as deep inside her clenched pussy as he could.

Which in turn was enough to push her over the edge, she squirted on his face and let out a breathy moan of pleasure, her toes curling and hands almost ripping at his hair.

But he melted into it, loving every drop of her on his tongue and instantly coming himself, sending jolts of his seed onto the floor and his hand. Slowly, as they each caught their breath be pulled his fingers from her, licking them clean and laying his head on her thigh. “Kirimvose,” ‘Thank you’ he gasped,

“Humm your welcome,” She cooed, “Kirimvose,” ‘Thank you’

Lucerys was beyond terrified, his body trembling as he hid behind the cold stone walls. He knew if he was to get discovered, he would never hear the end of it from everyone in the castle. He would likely be sent to the farthest reaches of the kingdom or locked in his chambers, forced to be followed by knights if ever he moved an inch. But he couldn’t bear to stay away.

He watched and waited for the brief moment when the knights changed their shifts, as one left, he scampered around the corner and headed up the stairwell before another arrived. He hurried up the steps, counting them as he went, until he saw the wooden door that held his darkest secret.

He gulped before he pushed the door open and snuck inside. He found the dark chamber, warm and inviting despite the lack of candlelight. The thick curtains were pulled tight, blocking the sea and summer night air from the balcony. The fire was lit, but the flames were no more than soft flickers above the ember-laden logs. The grand furnishings were littered with jewellery, gowns, books and trinkets. But he had a much more desirable task.

Lucerys walked slowly, careful to ensure his boots did not echo on the stone floor. He held his breath as he approached the grand canopy bed, almost too nervous to get too close, but his body demanded it. His hands slithered slowly up the thick red velvet curtains, taking a tender grip in them as he steeled himself for the exciting sight. He tugged the curtain slowly, ensuring it would not make a sound, as he revealed it inch by inch.

The bed was large, double the size of the one in his own chamber, with black sheets made perfectly, and red covers over the top embroidered with beautiful silver dragon scales. Inside the bed lay the Princess Y/n, daughter of Queen Rhaynrea and elder sister to Lucerys. She was born a winter child, among the frosted Red Keep in the years between Jacerys and Lucery’s births. Of course, there had been whispers about all of Rhaynrea’s children and who their father may be, but Y/n had, for the most part, escaped such rumours, at least as openly, due to her looking far more like her Targaryen mother and less like her Strong brothers.

But regardless… that had not stopped the Targaryen feelings within Lucerys, and his passion for his elder sister, although discouraged… he could not fight his love and desire for her.

Y/n laid in bed, fast asleep, her long, flowing, silver blonde hair cascading on the pillows around her, her eyes closed, and her lips softly parted, the sheets lying over her torso with her arm over the top, but even just with her shoulders and arms exposed, it was clear she had already begun to sleep without her cotton slip.

Lucerys already felt the saliva flooding his mouth; he knew he would drool if he didn’t gulp it down. His hand began to tremble as he held the curtain, pure excitement and adrenaline flooding his body. His knees gave out, but he was able to catch himself and sit his hip down on the bed, his eyes never leaving her, even for a second.

“Shijetra nyke…” ‘Forgive me…’ He whispered like a prayer to the gods themselves, as his hand moved and slid over the soft covers, his fingers slipped between the folds of the fabric, taking a tender grip of them before he began to softly tug on them, each tug bared another inch of her pale Valyrian skin to his gaze.

First her shoulder blade, then her collar bones, then the soft curves and swell of her plump womanly breasts.

He whimpered softly but held his breath to keep himself silent as he tugged it down even more and left the covers lingering at her waist.

Everything from her waist up was now bare and exposed to him. But his eyes focused only on her bare breasts. They were round and full, ready for the acts of her future as a mother, her nipples stiff from the cold poking out with firm points dark against her icy skin. They moved softly, rising and falling with each of her breaths.

Lucerys could barely contain himself at the sight, already feeling his britches as his erect cock pushed against them without restraint. But he didn’t waste the little time he had. He unlaced his britches fast, almost ripping at the ties and pulling out his cock. He was already hard and stiff in his hand, precum forming across his head, and he trembled in his own hand, desperate for attention for the sights before him.

He began to pump, slow but attentive, ensuring every inch of his length felt the brush of his hand, his gaze only on Y/n and her breasts. He bit his bottom lip, desperate to try and keep himself quiet so he wouldn’t wake his sleeping sister, but that was easier said than done. His other hand fisted into the sheets, fighting his urge to pounce like a starved dragon.

He knew it was close, but he couldn’t take the sheets still lingering against her for a second more. He tugged on them once more, exposing her hips, her thighs, her knees, leaving them tossed around her ankles, and of course, the sight he had so desperately craved. He began to pant, his hand working in merciless movements as his eyes fell to the heavenly place between her legs, her cunt glistening with dew from her dreams, her curves perfect and pristinely inviting and a gentle flutter of fluffy silver blonde hair between her legs.

“Y/n… Y/n… Y/n…” he groaned, his hips bucking in desperation, but his hand shivered before he settled it on her knee, slowly sliding up her body and running his fingers over the soft hair, and down between her legs, gathering a pad of her arousal on the tip of his index finger and rubbing it softly over her clit,

“Hummmm…” She mumbled, shifting slightly from pleasure,

“Ughhh-” Lucerys moaned as he allowed his index finger to slide in and out between the lips of her pussy, brushing her clit each time he did, “Y/n…” He cursed,

“Ummm…” she softly moaned,

He groaned and forced his hand away, sliding it up her waist and over her stomach. He took a soft grasp of her left breast, squeezing the plump, heavy skin. He bit his bottom lip enough almost to draw blood, matching the speed of his hands to each other.

She gasped softly, and her hips squirmed slightly,

But he was too desperate to notice, his fingers taking a gentle pinch of her nipple just enough to force another gasp from her lips and ensure it was as hard as possible. As soon as he knew it was pleasuring her, he took his hand away and returned it to her glistening cunt, and leant down. He kissed down her neck softly and tenderly, slithering down her chest and between her breasts, before he moved to capture her left nipple between his teeth and began to suck softly. All while his hand slipped between her lips and rubbed her clit, and his other hand pumped and stroked his hard cock as his own breath demanded it.

Y/n moaned, her body squirming from pleasure, her lips parting more as the sounds of desire fell like water from falls, her hips bucking towards his fingers until the explosion of pleasure rushed over her body. She squirted just a little at the height of her orgasm.

Lucerys had been attending his lessons in the Dragonmount with the keepers and Arrax, but one of the Queensguard had come to collect him, without much word on where he was going or why. But he knew better than to bug the guards with questions, so he simply followed silently. He was taken up to one of the lounges, the one his mother so often resided in, with the grand balcony looking out towards King’s Landing; he assumed he’d find his mother, surrounded by her handmaidens, complaining of the weight of her stomach where her next baby grew.

But he didn’t; he instead saw the rogue prince Daemon Targaryen. The prince had been Lucery’s stepfather for several years now, but they had not warmed to one another, frankly he was afraid of him. But how could he not be! Daemon rode Caraxes, carried Dark Sister, and had killed more men than Lucerys had met in his whole life!

So once the door was closed, leaving them alone, Lucerys audibly gulped, “Good- uhh good day. Stepfather.”

Daemon stood facing the windows, dressed in black leather with red accents, Dark sister proudly on his hip, his hands on the table. “You’re mother, and I have made a decision.”

“A- A decision?”

“We are stronger together, without question or debate. Our line must persist in its most pure.”

Lucerys went pale and clammy; he knew he, Jace and Joffrey were… not as pure Targaryen as Daemon would have liked, especially compared to Daemon’s own daughters and, of course, the children he’d had with Rhaeynra. He was terrified that something had been decided, perhaps for his inheritance… or worse, his life. “Yes?”

“We are to wed her boys, to my daughters.”

“T-to your daughters?!” Lucerys asked in shock, “I uhh… are you sure?”

“No. I do not like it. But… it is what’s best. This way, the throne, Driftmark and Dragonstone will never fall to blood beyond our own. We have no fear of… Hightower cunts.”

“I understand, Stepfather.”

“Good.” Daemon finally turned and glared with intimidation, “Do you have any preference?”

“Preference?”

“Which of my girls?”

“Ohh!” Lucerys blushed, not wanting to admit he definitely had a preference, “Well, I uhh… Baela is very strong with moondancer,” he began, even if Baela was not who he’d choose,

Daemon laughed, “Far too strong for the likes of you, besides, Jacaerys laid his claim already.”

“I am not surprised…they are sweet on one another,”

“Rheana is lovely also, but… I fear… perhaps we are too far in age.”

“Speak plainly. Do not dance around complimenting each girl when we both know who you want.”

“… Y/n.” Lucerys said without hesitation,

“Ah, the carriage princess.”

“I… I would very much like to wed Y/n, if… perhaps I could be given such grace?”

Daemon scoffed, “I am not surprised. I have seen the eyes you give her.”

“She is sweet, kind, gentle, I… I hope I could make her happy.”

“It would suit her to be the lady of Driftmark. It is settled then, Jacaerys will wed Baela, and Rhaena’s hand can be kept for a political alliance, Y/n will be wed to you, and Joffrey will be betrothed to our next daughter for when she comes of age.”

“Good matches indeed,”

“Go on, tell her the news.”

Lucerys nodded and quickly scampered from the chamber, not wanting to be alone with Daemon any longer than needed. He at first wasn’t too sure where he would find Y/n. He mostly sort of came upon her without trying too. But after a while of pondering, he headed for the greenhouse on the top of a castle tower.

In the greenhouse, he found old Valyrian plants, many with strange and vibrant colours, or odd shapes given their unfavamable age and from the fact they thrived in the volcanic shadow of Dragonstone. And there he found his betrothed.

Y/n on the garden’s ashy stones, wearing a gown of deep red silk and handmade black lace, her long silver hair allowed loose with only a few small braids to keep it from her face, sat among the bright orange and red flowers commonly known as ‘Dragon’s Breath lilies’ they only grew on dragonstone in the heat of the volcanic vents, but she sat among them as she read an ancient tomb, humming a soft valyrian song to herself, the kind often sang to soothe the ancient dragon’s like Vermithor and Silverwing.

Even just seeing her made Lucerys feel all fuzzy, and not just from the heat. He slowly approached and bowed low, catching her attention. “Lady Y/n.”

“Ohh, good day, Prince Lucerys.” She smiled, “To what do I owe such pleasure?” she asked, closing her book,

“I uhh… I wanted to come and sit with you. If I may?”

“Of course,” she laughed, “But would you not rather attend somewhere else?” she asked, noticing the sweat drip down his forehead,

“No, no, I am… I am fine,” he answered,

She smiled and stood slowly, taking his hand and guiding him over to two metal chairs beside the glass frames of the greenhouse. She propped it open, allowing the gentle cooling breeze from outside, “Is that better, my prince?”

“Yes, thank you,” he nodded,

“So, what is it that brings you to me today?”

“I wanted to see you.”

“Yes, and what else? You do not make a habit of calling upon me socially?”

“Well, I uhh I spoke with your father today,”

“Ohh, well I apologise for whatever it was he said, or did… he… lacks people skills.”

Lucerys choked back a laugh, “I would never say such a thing about your father… but… You are right.”

“Whatever did he do?”

“He told me of his and my mother’s plans. To ensure our family remains strong and our titles remain in the family line.”

“Oh?”

“Well… they plan to wed us all. In the Targaryen tradition. Jace and Baela, Joffrey and the new baby girl… you and… you and I.”

“And Rhaena?”

“They will keep her hand for political sake,”

“I see,”

“Does this… displease you, my lady?”

“No, no. It does not displease me, Lucerys. I am merely surprised.”

“Surprised? In a good way?”

“Yes, pleasantly surprised. I had… I hadn’t thought my father would wed me to anyone of importance.”

“I am hardly of importance, Y/n.”

“Of course you are, you are the heir to Driftmark and House Velaryon, My prince.”

“Still, I do not feel important enough to be worth a maiden like you.”

“That is kind of you to say, but I am not but the carriage princess.”

“Regardless, you will be my princess if that pleases you.”

“It does,” she nodded,

“I am glad, I… I do not know when they plan to marry us, but I know I cannot wait,”

“Nor can I. I promise I will be a good wife.”

“You need not promise that, I already know you will be.” He smiled, setting his hand softly on hers, “I just… pray I can be a good husband to you.”

“I am sure you will be,” she smiled, squeezing his hand,

“Thank you, my lady Wife.” He cooed,

“I like that, certainly better than the carriage princess.”

“… why, do they call you that? I admit I have always been curious,”

“It was… a nickname my father gave me when I was little,” she began, “I am not sure how much you know of my sisters and me before our mother’s passing.”

“Little in all honesty, it was so raw when we first met, I never wanted to ask about it before.”

“Well, my beloved sisters are, of course, the dragon twins. My father loved them so dearly the moment they came into the world. He almost never left their cribs, or so my mother used to say. But he so desperately wanted a son, begged my mother to try again even after the stress that two babes bought on her. But… they did, and when I was born, it was… fearsome. The medics in Pentos claimed there were moments they worried I would take Laena from this world, but… I came regardless and left her bedridden for a month. My father he… he tried to do as he had for the twins, gifting dragon eggs in the cradle as per tradition, but… Baela’s had hatched well, Rhaena’s hatched but was too weak to survive longer than a year.”

“And your own?”

“Never hatched… not even a crack.”

“Ohh… I… I’m so sorry,”

“It’s alright, both my mother and father said it was no matter, that Rhaena and I could simply claim dragons once we were older, as they did. But… that was soon cast into the fire.”

“Why?”

“Well, when we were young, and Moondancer was too small to ride, our parents would take the three of us on grand dragon rides on Vhagar and Caraxes. But… whenever we flew, I would get sick, I struggled to breathe and would go pale and even blue if we flew too high. So… they stopped taking me, rode only with the twins.”

“And you were left as just… the carriage princess, unable to fly.”

“Yes, it broke my heart to be left in carriages and on ships while my family flew above,” she sighed, “It hurts less now, I have Rhaena with me now at least, since… since mother died.”

“It was childbirth, wasn’t it?”

“It was, father never pressured her after me, he knew the strain I was, he never asked for a son again, but… she wanted to give him one… in the end, he never made it to this world and took her with him.”

“I am so sorry, Y/n.”

“It’s alright, a long time ago.”

“Well…” He began, “When you and I are Lady and Lord of Driftmark, of house Velaryon. We will have the Velaryon fleet at our helm. I promise you, you will not feel the scorn and pity of being the carriage princess; you will be our lady captain. Mistress of the fleet!” he encouraged,

“You need not do that,”

“I want to! It will not be a pitiful nickname but a title in grand honour!”

“You mean it?”

“Of course I do, you will be the lady of high tide and no one will ever call you the carriage princess again.”

“Thank you, Luke,” she smiled, giving his cheek a small kiss,

“You’re welcome,” he smiled, “and… perhaps, if one day you’d like to try and fly again, I know Arrax would fly low and gentle just to keep you safe. I’d be happy to fly with you in my arms.”

“Maybe one day,” she nodded,

“Maybe one day,” He cooed, giving her knuckles a soft little kiss. “Now, did you want to retire? Perhaps we can read some Valyrian together? Somewhere… not so hot.”

“I’d like that,” she laughed, “You’re chamber?”

“My chamber sounds perfect,” he agreed,

His head rolled back against the bed as a hand moved to tangle itself in her hair. His fingers gripping gently, wordlessly communicating his want for her. "Mmm, someone's… eager this morning," he mumbled softly breathlessly.

Y/n pulled back softly, "Good morning, Lucerys." She cooed before getting right back to work

"Oh, gods…" His head tipped back more. His hand rested on her head, but not pushing. “Umm, good morning to you too…”

Y/n happily licked and kissed him in all the little spots she knows he loves. Softly sucking and gently bobbing her head at a slow but rhythmic pace, her hands on his hips to stop him arching too high off the bed.

Lucerys's free hand had gripped the sheets by his side, a little whine escaping him as she had gently kept him from arching his hips. His eyes closed as his breath came out in ragged pants.

She moaned as she simply got faster,

A shudder ran up his legs, His hand tugging a few times on her hair, silently begging her to go just a little bit faster. His breath now quick, laboured pants as his chest rose and fell. That familiar coil in the pit of his stomach was slowly getting tighter and tighter. His hand was tightly gripping her hair as he whimpered softly, "Y/n… I - nghhh… I don't think I can hold on much longer…"

Y/n hummed and nodded, getting faster,

Lucerys groaned as his hips began to twitch. "Oh gods… Y/n I'm—" before he could even finish the sentence, his jaw fell loose and a loud moan escaped him, his body trembling and shaking, his fingers gripped at the sheets so hard his knuckles had turned white. He gasped for air as he lay back against the bed, his eyes staying closed as he tried to catch his breath. "… You're gonna kill me one of these days."

Y/n giggled as she sat up and wiped her mouth. "Maybe, but still I like waking you up,"

Lucerys groaned softly, opening his eyes. "And here I thought you just liked the taste."

"Both." She smiled, taking a little of his spilt seed that still lingered on his now soft cock, picking it up on her finger and licking it off.

"You are a menace when you want to be, you know that?" he sighed, turning to put his feet on the floor, sitting up as he caught his breath and ran a hand through his hair.

“You still love me,” she cooed, lying down on his bed in her nightie,

He scoffed playfully, looking at her over his shoulder, before leaning down and capturing her lips in a deep, loving kiss, “Umm, I love you endlessly, my darling.”

“As do I,” she smiled,

“Now… I need to have a hot, steamy bath this morning,” he smiled, “You wanna come with me?” he asked as he stood up and slipped some britches on,

Without even saying a word, Y/n jumped off the bed and into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and arms around his neck,

Lucerys and Y/n had yet to be intimate as they were not wed, but that didn't help him get a little desperate. He once more inhaled the fabric, closing his eyes and picturing her in his room, cuddling as they had taken place last night. His body trembled, his desire growing by the second. He couldn't help but press his forehead onto the fabric, trying to capture more of that essence of her. Soft things always made Lucerys feel comfortable and cosy, his mother often telling tales of the blue blanket his grandsire had made for him that he carried around the castle until pried away from it at age eight. In some ways, since this morning her cover had in its own way become a new blanket he could snuggle, with comforting memories of his beloved.

“Ummmm…. Y/n….” he whined, he could contently snuggle with it all day.

Suddenly the door to his chambers opened and before he could even move, Y/n came in dressed in her black gown for the day. "Lucerys sweetheart? Have you seen my-" she suddenly stopped short seeing her betrothed laid on his bed all but humping the life of out her cover,

His head shot up, and his eyes wide as if he were suddenly awoken from a dream. His face flushed even more, mouth stumbling to find words. "I, um, I-I…"

"…what is going on?" She asked carefully a small smile growing across her lips,

Lucerys avoided eye contact, his usual rosy cheeks turning a deep shade of scarlet. He gripped the nightie tightly, desperately trying to come up with a good excuse. "I… I was just.." Luke muttered, looking down at the nightie and then back up at her. "I was…um…just seeing if it needed to be washed… or something."

“Mhm,” She laughed, "Lucerys? Are you snuggling me nightie?"

He felt embarrassed to get caught like this. His cheeks flushed even more, but he managed to crack a small smile. His fingers fidgeted with the fabric as he finally nodded. "I… might be." He admitted coyly. "It smells like you… and it felt… nice."

She smiled and sat on the bed with him kissing his cheek, "That is very sweet,"

Luke couldn't help but melt at her closeness and the soothing comfort of her touch. He leaned into her kiss, relishing in the moment. "I just… I like having something that reminds me of you…" He said in a soft tone, still holding her nightie in his hands. "Sometimes when you're not here… I like to hold it… and imagine you're here with me."

"It's okay, after we get married you never have to spend a night without me in your bed ever again,"

Luke's eyes lit up at the thought of that, his heart fluttering with joy. He looked at her with a tender smile, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and affection. "I can't wait," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "The thought of falling asleep with you every night, waking up right next to you…it's all I could ever want."

She softly kissed his forehead, "If it brings you comfort. Keep my it."

Luke was touched by her words, and he pulled the nightie closer to him, feeling a sense of security in its presence.

"Thank you," he said softly, his eyes meeting hers. "It means a lot to me." He then pulled her into a tight hug, nuzzling his cheek into her neck, taking in her scent, and wanting to be as close to her as possible. “I shall miss you, so terribly these nights we’ll be apart.”

"I know, I will too." She smiled giving him one final kiss before she got to her feet fixing her gown as she went to the door, "And Luke sweetheart? If you ever want… Something more intimate to sniff and snuggle with, let me know."

His mouth was agape as he got a good look of her binding where she always wrapped up for a dragon ride and the skin of her stomach, the sight alone making his heart race. He growled to himself, his face beet red as he ran after her.

She was getting further and further away, and his legs were getting tired. He had a competitive fire in his stomach, however, and the image of her in her dress and her exposed stomach was just too enticing to give up now.

finally he got into the castle and he knew it wasn't far to her chambers with almost everything he had he bolted to the chamber wheezing and gasping but finally he got there and saw her sitting on her bed waiting for him having tossed her archery equipment by the door,

He stopped right at the entrance to her room, panting and wheezing loudly with every breath, trying to suck in as much air as he can. He bent over, resting his hands on his knees as he tried to steady himself, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to recover from the sprint. The sight of her made him want to run and pounce on her right then and there.

"awww you poor thing, come here" she cooed as she saw just how much he was struggling, she took his hand and let him sit in her bed with her "come here my sweetheart," she cooed wrapping her arms around him and pulling his head to lay on her chest so he could match his breathing to hers, and her hand stroking his hair,

His breathing slowed as his head leaned against her chest, listening to her heartbeat and matching it with every breath. The sound of her sweet voice was soothing, and he found himself immediately relaxing in her embrace. Her hand stroking his hair felt amazing, and he began to melt into her. His own hand snaked its way around her midsection, grasping gently as if he needed to hold onto something to keep himself grounded and a satisfied sigh escaped his lips.

"Aww that better lucerys? All nice and snug?" She cooed kissing his forehead,

He nodded, a soft smile on his face as she kissed his forehead. He nuzzled himself further into her embrace, his hand still rubbing her stomach. He closed his eyes and buried his face against her chest, listening to the soothing sound of her heart beat, as if it were a lullaby. “Mhm. This is much better.” he muttered, his voice soft and raspy from the running.

"Good, well you snuggle as close and as tight as you want!"

He took her by her word and snuggled up in her embrace tighter. His grip on her increased, to the point where she was surprised at just how much strength he used to pull her close. Despite all his previous excitement and arousal, the exhaustion of running quickly caught up to him, and the comfort of her bed combined with her arms around him made his eyelids grow heavy as a wave of drowsiness began to overwhelm him.

"humm sleepy boy" she cooed,

Despite his eyes being closed, a small smile crept across his face. The sound of her voice was like honey to his ears and filled him with the feeling of comfort. As for all his previous excitement and eagerness from their race and the possibility of what they could do, now all he wanted to do was to lay in her arms and rest against her. ”Mhm,” he muttered in agreement, his voice still soft and raspy, “just for a moment…”

"how about this, you stay awake just a couple extra minutes while I get changed okay? I'm still in my riding clothes after all. And if you stay awake till I'm changed then I promise you get to cuddle up and snuggle with me while you have a little nap, and while you're napping those hands can wander wherever they like, that a deal?"

His eyes jolted open at her proposition, a feeling of excitement surging through him all of a sudden. He was tired of course, but the idea of being allowed free reign over her body while he got to rest was too enticing to ignore. He quickly nodded his head, looking up at her with wide eyes. ”Yeah,” he said quickly, practically stumbling over the word in his eagerness. “Yeah, deal.”

Y/n chuckled and gave his cheek another kiss before she climbed off the bed, "hummm what should I wear... Not really bedtime for a nightie, but we don't want anything too thick and heavy for laying in bed" she teased as she flicked though her wardrobe

Lucerys watched her, his eyes tracing her body from his spot on the bed. He noticed that her trousers and blouse were starting to cling to her body from all the sweat from their running, and it made his eyes start to linger in certain spots. ”I don’t know,” he said slowly, his eyes still traveling up and down her body, “if it gets me more time to look at you… I don’t mind what you pick out.” he added with a smirk.

"humm... I know the perfect thing" she smiled as she picked out a dress,

His eyes widened a bit when she pulled out the black and red summer dress. It was light and thin, the perfect thing for the warm summer nights, but it left little to the imagination. He smirked as he saw it laid out before her, his eyes already taking in the contours of her body beneath the fabric. “Gods, yes,” he mumbled under his breath, his eyes still watching her as she prepared to change.

"a gentleman would turn away if a lady was charging" she teased as she began by putting her foot up on the bed and slowly unlacing her boot

He chuckled as she teased him, although he didn’t turn away. He watched her intently as she unlaced her boot, his eyes raking up her leg in a not-so-gentlemanly way. He smiled deviously as he leaned back into the bed, his arms behind his head as he got a better view of her from his lying position. “You never said I had to turn away,” he shot back with a smirk.

"no, I suppose not. After all we are going to be married soon" she chuckled slipping off her boots leaving her feet bare

He chuckled along with her, his eyes looking down at her bare feet, admiring them for a moment. They were slender and slender and smooth, and he had the sudden urge to lean forward and kiss them. He quickly snapped himself out of that thought however as he smirked playfully at her once more. “Well if we’re going to be wed then, I might as well get used to seeing you change, right?” he taunted.

"true" she smiled as she unlaced the red trousers, they where almost skin tight for her curves given the trousers were made for men and thus didn't properly fit her, she slowly tugged them off exposing her bare legs but her little shirt dress concealing her intimates

He took in her bare legs almost like a starved man staring at a feast. His eyes feasted on her exposed skin trailing up each inch exposed to him, appreciating the view he had of her legs and what was hidden beneath her shirt dress. He could feel the growing excitement within him, a feeling that only increased as she turned away to throw her trousers to the side. ”You’re a tease,” he stated bluntly, grinning as he did so, “but gods, I love it.”

she chuckled as she lifted her shirt dress over her head and tossed it with her trousers leaving her with only the binding around her chest to keep her concealed, with her bare ass him but she glanced over her shoulder to watch him looking at her

His eyes widened, His cheeks went from rosy pink to dark red as he got caught ogling her, but he didn’t care. He shamelessly looked at her, his eyes roaming over her body from behind, taking in every inch of her smooth skin. ”Seven Hells… you’re beautiful,” he muttered under his breath, his voice a combination of awe and desire.

"does it excite you?" She asked moving her hand to undo the binding slowly but surely unwrapping it from around her chest each inch it unwraps her chest getting looser and looser,

His breathing began to quicken as he watched her. His eyes darted down to her hands, following the pattern they made as she unwrapped her chest, his imagination going wild as he thought of what she would look like without it and all those layers concealing her body. ”Gods yes,” he said, his voice a bit shaky as he watched her, “you have no idea how much.” His eyes never once left her body, not even to blink it seemed as he fixated on her every move.

she chuckled "I'm sure I have some Idea Luke" she teased her eyes meeting with the very obvious bulge in his trousers

He swallowed as her eyes flicked between his and the tent in his pants. He knew it was there, as it has been there ever since they raced. He could feel himself growing more and more excited the more her body was exposed. He wanted to pounce on her right there and then, and only sheer force of will and her promise of him being able to have free reign of her body held him back from doing so. “Tease,” he replied back, panting slightly as he watched her hands work the binding.

"maybe" she smiled as she finally Finished with her binding leaving her completely exposed her whole self to him,

He practically had to pick his jaw up off the floor as the last piece of her binding came off. His eyes widened, staring with his mouth hung open in awe. She was beautiful, he already knew it, but now in this moment, seeing her completely exposed, he thought she was the most beautiful thing in all of Westeros. It was as if he was staring at a work of art, he couldn’t bring himself to speak for a few moments. “Gods… you’re…” he started to say, but the words seemed to get stuck in his throat. His mouth hung open for a few more seconds as he stared at her, trying to work up the words to describe how he felt in that moment. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and he had to force himself not to jump from the bed and take her right then and there. But he stayed, letting his eyes drink in the wonderful sight before him, of her gorgeous hair, stunning face, sweet slender neck, perfect perky breasts, sweet waist, ravishing hips, an immaculate cunt, precious thighs, and long beautiful legs. "Gods, you're perfect," he finally whispered, his voice filled with reverence.

"awww your too sweet Luke" she laughed, As she stood with her arms behind her back making sure he got a good view of every inch of her body, "You excited? That this is the body you'll be married to?"

“I- I will thank the gods daily, for the honour of being married to you. And your… Captivating body,”

Y/n chuckled grabbing the dress she picked out and tossing it over her head slipping it on, the dress just met her knees, no sleeves, and was thin enough he could see every curve, she smiled and gave him a little twirl "this one nice?"

Lucerys couldn't help but watch her the way it hugged every curve of her body. His eyes practically followed her every movement as the dress went on her body, and when she spun around to show it off, he had to swallow back the lump in his throat and force himself to keep breathing regularly. "Gods yes," he said with an almost strangled voice, his eyes never leaving her body, "definitely this one."

"you ready for a cuddle?"

”Yeah, yeah, I’m ready,” he replied, a smile on his face, “and more than ready to have my hands on you.”

Y/n chuckled as she came and sat on the bed her back against the headboard opening her arms for him to come cuddle her

He quickly and eagerly scooted over to her, practically falling into her arms. His body pressed up against hers, his hand snaking around her waist as he laid his head against her chest. He wrapped his arms around her tighter, holding her body snug and close to his, his face resting just above her breasts.

she laughed a little at him "Egar aren't you, I see where Arrax gets it from when he's cuddled up with Silverspike"

He chuckled, ”Well it’s not everyday I get to cuddle against the most beautiful woman in Westeros, you know,” he replied, nuzzling his face further into her chest and taking a deep breath. Her scent was intoxicating, and it only increased his hunger to be even closer to her.

"awww your so sweet" she cooed kissing his forehead

He smiled at the feeling of her lips on his skin, enjoying the sweet gesture despite his own hunger. While his body was begging to ravish her right there and then, he found himself enjoying this moment of tenderness between them as well. He buried his face deeper into her chest, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the feeling of her body against his.

"you enjoying your little snuggle?" she broke the silence after a good while,

He nodded into her chest, his arms still wrapped tight around her, holding her body close to his. Her voice was soft and soothing, almost like a song that beckoned him to fall asleep, but he refused to give in just yet despite how tired he was. “Mhm. It’s perfect,” he mumbled against her chest, his face pressed into her flesh as he nuzzled into her.

"good, you enjoy it sweetheart. And remember our deal you can cuddle and kiss and touch whatever you'd like to have only to ask"

A feeling of excitement washed over him as she reminded him of their deal, and his mind immediately went crazy with thoughts of all the things he could do to her and where he would start. His hand began to wander, gently caressing her stomach as he mumbled against her chest. “I know,” he whispered, his voice still raspy and a bit shaky, “but I don’t know where to start first…”

"whatever you'd like too" she cooed "anywhere that might help this poor tense boy" she cooed stroking her hand across his hip and then over the bulge that had formed

He exhaled deeply, a shaky breath escaping his lips as her hand moved over his hips, now mere inches away from the tent that was already forming in his pants. His hand stopped caressing her stomach as he grew more and more tense, his muscles growing taut as his excitement began to build. “Gods, don’t tease…” he mumbled, his body practically shivering at her touch, “I don’t think I’ll last long otherwise…”

"I won't tease, I won't touch, it's all up to you" she smiled moving her hands to simply play with his hair

He practically groaned at her words, both in frustration and in anticipation. On one hand, he was already growing impatient with her gentle teasing, his frustration rising as she kept refusing to touch him where he wanted. But on the other hand, he knew that she was only doing this to drive him crazy, and the thought of her in control made him even more excited. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, and leaned into her touch as she ran her hands through his hair. “Gods you’re cruel…” he said with a hoarse voice. He closed his eyes as she continued to play with his hair, his body relaxing into her touch. But his mind was still racing, still consumed by thoughts of her body and the desire to touch her. His hand on her stomach had started to wander again, gently tracing the outline of her curves. “I want to touch you…” he muttered after a moment, his voice thick with desire, “I want to touch you everywhere….”

She went to head to her chambers, but he stopped her,

“Y/n?”

“Oh? Yes, Luke?” she smiled,

“Wo- Would Uhh would you maybe like to have a sleepover in my chambers tonight?”

She chuckled, “Awww, like when we were little?”

“Yeah, if uh if you're not too busy.”

“Of course not. I’d love to,” she agreed. “Shall we?”

He nodded, a flicker of surprise crossing his face at how easily she agreed without much persuasion. Internally, he let out a silent scream, grappling with the rush of emotions swirling within him as they began walking together.

The path to Lucerys’ chambers meandered through the dimly lit corridors, the flickering torches casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. As they walked, he couldn't help but steal glances at her, noting the way her hair shimmered in the firelight and the hesitant smile that played on her lips. Soon, they arrived at his chambers, the warmth from the large fireplace wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. Standing there, a palpable tension hung in the air, and both felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation as they faced one another, their hearts racing in unison.

“So, make yourself at home.”

“Thank you, I am rather tired though, I think.”

“Yeah, uhh, me too” He nodded. “Well, we can have fun in the morning. Do sleepover stuff, then.”

“Of course, but I should go and have the queensguard fetch my nightie.”

“Wait I uhh it’s okay, you uhh you shouldn’t bother them so late I’ll see if I can find something for you to wear for bed.”

She nodded and went about closing the curtains while Lucerys dug around for something for her to wear.

He soon found a short black tunic that he thought she could wear as a little nightshirt. It would be a little scandalous, but that was kinda what he wanted. “Y/n? I got some sleepwear for you,” he said, holding out the tunic as he peered around the corner of his bedroom, hoping to see her.

"Is this for me?" she smiled,

“Yeah.. I uh figure this would be more comfortable than your dress.” he admitted, holding the tunic a bit more out to her, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.

“Thank you, Lucerys.” She nodded happily, taking it and kissing his cheek before she went to get changed where he wouldn’t see her.

He blinked, flushing all over again as she kissed his cheek. He couldn’t help the small smile on his face. He quickly got down to just his shorts, and he flopped down onto his bed, waiting for her to get done changing.

She soon came to the foot of his bed in the little tunic, the sleeves rather long on her, and the hem hitting her mid thigh, Her hair up in a Bun. She raised her arms and happily laughed. "Hello!"

He looked up as she appeared at the door frame, and he could’ve sworn his heart stopped for a second.“Oh gods, you look adorable.”

"May I?”

“Ohh uhhh yes, of course.” He happily patted the bed beside him,

She happily hopped over and jumped into his bed,

He tried very hard to keep his blush under control, feeling his heart start to pound as he saw how she snuggled into the bed.

"Are you ready for bed?" She asked, getting as snug as she could,

He nodded, even though a part of him felt he was definitely not ready for bed. How could he be when she laid right next to him, looking perfect? His brain was on overdrive just from having her right next to him. He turned over, blowing out the candle as a blush dusted his cheeks. He felt the nerves starting to bubble up in his stomach. He tried to get comfortable, laying close to her but not touching her,

Y/ns eyes seemed to almost glow in the darkness. And she happily came closer, rubbing her nose on his. “What’s wrong? We used to share a bed all the time when we were little.”

“Yeah, well we’re not little any more, Y/n” He almost flinched as she snuggled closer, his heart pounding in his chest as the nerves bubbled up again. After a moment, he gathered his courage, and slowly, his hand came up to rest on her waist. “Well, not so little, I mean.”

She giggled, moving a little closer.

He felt some of the nerves fade. He felt another wave of courage hit him, taking his other hand and gently taking hers, intertwining their fingers together between them. His heart was pounding in his chest as the nerves returned but he honestly didn’t care. He was having his favourite girl. In his bed. Holding his hand. He couldn’t think of anything else he wanted right now.

She giggled again, squeezing his hand and giving his lips a tiny peck, "Night, night."

His hand squeezed hers in return. He swallowed, his voice feeling a little weak as he replied. "Night. Sweet dreams." He held tightly onto her hand, letting his eyes close, trying to get some sleep. But that was easier said than done.

Soon, dreams claimed him. But they were dreams that He'd not even been expecting. Lucerys had feared snuggling this close Y/n dark nightmares, fears of losing her or something happening to her, but in truth, He had the dirtiest. Lustiest. Dream of his life.

He woke up with a groan, the dream having really put him in a mood. He was covered in sweat, breathing loudly and heavily, his head spinning from how intense those dreams had been.

The gentle humm of Y/n caught his attention as she laid still asleep in his bed, his shirt clinging to her body,

He took a moment to watch her, his heart rate picking up again as he watched the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Then his eyes drifted to her bare thighs. He swallowed, feeling his desire growing even more from seeing this. He just sat there, his imagination running wild. His erection throbbing hard. He took in a deep breath, trying to gather himself. There was no way he could get up like this, or he at least couldn’t have her see him like this. He needed to take care of the issue he had right now. Usually, if he was ever blessed like this in the morning, he'd just grab himself and have at it, but she's laid next to him!

He sat there, feeling the heat growing in his pants. He swallowed, letting himself think about it. He took a deep breath and sat there, his hand moving down to his shorts as he tried to justify what he was going to do. He took one last glance at her, wanting to be sure she was still asleep. He moved his hand into his shorts, he moved his hand back and forth, slowly stroking his shaft, imagining his hand was Y/n’s, just this time she was only inches away from him. He wondered if he should try to be completely silent or if he could get away with being a little bit louder.

He took a deep breath, pushing away any last lingering thoughts of whether he did this or not. He was doing it. And with that thought, he started to move his hand faster, a shiver running down his spine. He was used to doing this alone, but with her sleeping just inches away from him. That realization was only making it harder to contain himself and keep quiet.

"hummmm" Y/n cooed in her sleep, wrapping her arms around the pillow to cuddle it,

His hand stilled for a second as he heard her. He swallowed, taking a deep breath as he waited to see what she did next. He waited, still breathing pretty heavily as his hand wrapped around himself, staying still in case she started to move at all.

She moved a little, rolling onto her side and snuggled with the pillow but she still stayed asleep.

He was in the clear. He took another deep breath and began moving his hand, slowly starting up a steady rhythm up and down, his breaths getting heavier as pleasure started to course through him.

Y/n hummed softly again, rolling a little as the pillow was not cuddly enough for her. But she found Lucerys wrapping her arms around his torso to cuddle him.

He wanted to stay still, to make sure he didn’t move and wake her up. But he wrapped one arm around her, pulling her close to him. The heat built as he tried to still keep his breaths normal, but he failed, his breaths getting heavier and more ragged as he got close. He bit his lip, wanting to groan as a small whine escaped him.

He didn’t even care or think about the fact that she was hugging him as he was getting close. Pleasure was pulsing through him as he moved his hand as fast as he could without jostling her. He tried to be careful as he did, not wanting to make any sudden movements, but he was getting close and there was only so much he could do. Breathing heavy, almost whimpering as the pleasure built, he knew he was close to finishing, and all of a sudden, it hit him. His hand stopped moving as he came, trying to keep quiet as his seed filled his shorts and coated his hand.

Breathing heavily, he tried to slow down his breaths. He felt relieved as the exhaustion and sleepiness set in, and he carefully tried to move his hand out from his shorts, not wanting her to realize what he had been doing. It was hard to move without spilling any thought so he had to be careful, but eventually, he managed to lay his hand next to her on the bed. He tried to relax and catch his breath as the pleasure slowly faded away, replaced by exhaustion.

"hummm, good morning"

He froze, his eyes wide as he heard her voice. He took a deep, somewhat shaky breath, trying to relax before he looked at her.“M-morning.”

"ummmm, you're so cosy to cuddle," she whined,

He swallowed. “Um, yeah. You’re pretty cozy to cuddle with, too.”

She rubbed her nose on his neck a little, her hand sliding around hi,m looking for his own to hold. And she happened to find. That hand. "hummm" She said, squeezing his hand in hers a little very much noticing the mess between their skin, "whwhat is-" her eyes fluttered open and saw his red face, "did you?"

“I-, I yeah”

"Oh." She nodded "Okay"

He sat there, his heart racing, He could feel himself start to sweat a little, his mind racing with all the possible terrible things she could be thinking. That he was gross, that he was a pervert, and other. Even worse stuff.

But she did nothing; nothing changed. She just stayed as she was, all cuddled, not even moving her hand. "What is it?" She laughed, noticing his tension and confusion,

“Aren’t you mad?”

"No. Why would I be?"

“Um I just I thought you would be. I thought you’d be angry with me or hate me.”

"No, I don't mind."

He stayed still, his mind still trying to catch up to her words. He couldn’t wrap his mind around it. He was sure that she’d at least get upset that he had done that. She had been right next to him as he finished, and she didn’t even care.

She did slowly take her hand away from his but only to bring his hand to her lips and with little tender kisses and soft kitten licks. Cleaning his hand.

He sat there, his eyes widening. He took a deep, gasping breath as he watched her lick his seed from his skin.

"All clean?"

He stared down at her, his breaths getting heavier as he tried to get himself together. He swallowed, still breathing heavily as he slowly nodded.

She nodded and licked what little ended up on her own from their hand holding. "Anywhere else?"

He watched her, his eyes fixated, shivers down his spine, his face flushed, and his breaths getting even heavier as he shook his head at first,

"You sure? I don't mind cleaning up."

He swallowed, his face flushed as he let out a ragged breath, unable to stop himself from nodding his head

"Yeah?" she cooed,

He could do nothing but nod as he heard her sweet voice.

She giggled. "Well tell me where then, use your words, I can't just lick all of you can I."

He could. He felt himself growing aroused again. He took a deep breath, working up the courage to tell her where that was. "M-my shorts, there’s still a bit of a mess", he managed to say.

Y/n nodded and gave his lips a little peck before she moved down the bed, helping move the shorts away exposing his cock to the warm air and starting her work, kissing and licking to clean all the spilled seed. She leaned forward and gave him a peck and then started to move down.

The way her lips caressed his skin felt heavenly. This was so much different than what he had done earlier. It was just the right amount of pressure, the right amount of tenderness, just everything. It felt so good, he couldn't help himself from squirming as her lips cleaned the last of it from his skin.

Once he was cleaned up, she worked and began to nibble slightly on his skin, getting closer and closer before nibbling on the tender skin between his hip and shaft. "can I?" She asked sweetly

He could do nothing but nod,

Y/n giggled again, "Not until you use your words."

He took a few ragged breaths, getting some control before he Can the words out, "Yes, please."

"Please what? What do you want?" She cooed,

"Please kiss me. There."

"Just kisses?" She asked peppering little kisses down his cock,

"M-more than that, please?"

"Oh? What more? Do you want me to kiss you? To nibble? To lick? To Suck?” she whispered,

A small pleading whine escaped him as his words failed. It was almost physically painful to be this close to what he wanted and not get it. "Yes, yes to all of that. Please."

"all of it?" She cooed, "hummm Only if you ask nicely and say please."

He nodded vigorously. "Please, please do it. I need you to do it. I’m begging you, please. Please, please, please, please."

Y/n happily got to work, taking him into her mouth,

He let out an immediate, choked groan as her lips enveloped him, a shiver going down his spine as he felt that intense pressure, that incredible warmth and. That incredible. Amazing. Feeling, feeling of pleasure. His breath caught in his chest as he felt so many emotions and sensations flood his body. He gasped out a moan, his breaths getting harder and harder to take. He had to force himself to stay still, to resist the urge to push into her mouth as the sensations rushed through his body. He threw his head back, feeling his breaths quicken and his body start to shudder. It was overwhelming, so much was happening at once, sensations and feelings of bliss overwhelming him as he felt her lips do what he hadn’t even dared to imagine.

She felt his desperation and moved her lips further around him, not a single inch of him neglected as her lips wrapped around his hilt.

He gasped out another loud, ragged moan. He let out one more, shuddering. Choking moan, and it was too much. He gasped a little and desperately tried to hold on, to keep from giving in to the bliss. “I-I-“ he tried to warn her, to tell her he was close, but it was so hard to keep control. His breaths became ragged, his whole body shuddering as pleasure overwhelmed, building up. And he tried to fight it but he couldn’t. The overwhelming sensation of her mouth around his sensitive tip was too much. He gasped and couldn’t hold on any longer. He shuddered, his body jerking as his seed shot into her mouth, his whole body shuddering as he finally gave into bliss.

His whole body felt overwhelmed, trembling from how hard he’d just come. He was left panting and shuddering, his heart racing so fast in his chest he could feel it. It felt like he might pass out or something. He had to take a few seconds just to regain his breathing. He felt boneless in his chair. He was so incredibly overwhelmed by it all, and it had been amazing yet, so intense, and it had been too much, and he had no words. Eventually, once he could start to gather his thoughts, he managed to rasp out a few words. “That that was incredible. You, you’re amazing.” He managed to gasp out, and he reached out, his hands gently stroking her cheek as he gave her a blissful, happy smile, trying to catch his breath

Y/n swallowed everything and pulled back, looking down at his utterly spent state. She giggled, wiping her mouth clean and licking her lips, "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

She had left him absolutely wrecked. He still had no idea what to say. After a few moments, he took a deep breath and found the words to say. “That was amazing.”

She hummed with a wicke,d evil little smile. As she moved to the little lines on his lower stomach that lead down to his cock. She traced one line with her tongue before she picked the spot that would be just above his shorts waistband and right on a sensitive spot, to bite down and suck giving him a hard hickey.

He managed a soft whimper, a groan escaping him as he felt her teeth and her lips. It felt good, he could still feel the overwhelming sensations that had been his orgasm just moments ago. But the way she had chosen the perfect spot, this sweet spot on his skin. It felt amazing. And, he was surprised just how responsive he felt after. He felt sensitive. He let out a soft hum, his breath shallow as he relished the feeling.

She released leaving behind a dark hickey with her teeth marks around it.

He let out a soft, pleased-sounding sigh as he watched her release him. He was a little surprised at how hard she had bitten down. But he liked it. And the knowledge that he'd see it and remember this when he went to change or got in the bath.

"humm, mine." She happily snapped her teeth,