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Carol's awful Christmas sweater only partially covered her nakedness and to stretch to place another line of tinsel around the tall tree showcased the curve of her plump cheeks to the Man of Steel. ❝ It needs more tinsel, don't you think? ❞ She said over her shoulder before, purposefully, slowly the Captain bent over to rummage through the box of baubles and decorations.

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Christmas with someone was a bit of an adjustment. He had been by himself for so long his father’s death. Wandering the world. Trying to find his place again. His mother had recently passed and he had inherited the property. Smallville was home after all.

Falling for Carol Danvers had been unexpected but he found more and more that he loved her. He was still shirtless from the night before. Only left in his pajama bottoms. It had been Carol’s idea to set up the tree. Truly make the place home again.

                   Their relationship had begun as something purely sexual … but it had been a chance conversation when they both lay tired after several hours of pleasure when the Second Professor had voiced her wise opinion on something he had casually mentioned in passing.

And so what lay between them changed.

They had returned to Dragonstone with the plan to stay for a few weeks, and he couldn’t be without her for such a period of time. His wife left behind in Aegonfort while the Second Professor rode beside the Conqueror in the place of Queen.

And Queen’s sit upon a throne.

Except this one was Aegon Targaryen’s long, thick cock on the beach of the Targaryen House seat. Hips thrust powerfully up into her, again and again, and each lewd moan she gave only further added to his desire. Fingers gripped tightly at her hips, holding her in place.

Purple gaze noticed her hand move to cover the gasps and groans from her sweet lips and he grabbed it tightly in response. ❝ No, let everyone hear you, ñuhon raqnon. ❞

Alone on the beach of Dragonstone, the Professor rode Aegon up and down. She could feel his thick cock throbbing inside her, causing her the utmost pleasure as she did so. It caused her to moan louder and louder and she instinctively placed a hand over her mouth to stop her, so other people couldn’t hear her - should they walk past. But Aegon stopped her.

                    "It’s called a pen. It’s basically the less messy version of a quill.” Not daring to look up while she wrote effortlessly away across the parchment, Amelia in all honesty wasn’t too sure who’d questioned her on her use of chosen instrument of writing. It wasn’t a voice that she was familiar with, so she made the attempt at least to keep her tone friendly. Still, her lack of attention raising her gaze up made it clear she didn’t want to be disturbed. 

                   Many, many ways had the Second Professor taken the Conqueror’s cock. Many ways had her sweet once-innocent mouth been ravaged by the King’s thick length. But this brought his senses to an entirely new level and his eyes remained wide for the entire time at the blissful sight.

From this angle, he could witness the gulp and spread of her throat and her lovely mouth as she fought valiantly to take more and more of him down. The Professor gagged slightly, saliva dribbled from the edge of her mouth down her cheek. With each bob of her head, more of his cock is taken down her throat and Aegon groaned loudly in response. Her mouth was a gift from the Gods.

The King’s rough hands reach forth and grope at her full, soft breast and kneaded it between his fingers, savoring the feeling of her smooth flesh. Trickles of sweat bead at his lover’s throat and to help her, Aegon rolled his hips forward slightly with each gulp of his cock she took.

❝ Fuck … do you want me to cum down your throat, hmmm? ❞ He asked, but Aegon believed he overestimated having the ability to make a choice because there’s already that familiar heat in his balls and tighten of his stomach, and he knew that soon his cum would spurt down her throat.

It had taken ages for the Professor to get used to Aegon’s long, thick cock down her throat. When she first took it in her mouth, she used to gag on it quite a lot, where she had to take breaks and a breather before continuing again. But, with all the practise he had given her (and with what she had given herself), she had gotten quite better at it, and could withstand the cock for great periods of time now.