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You’d never even met Prince Oberyn, but you’d heard the stories. Everyone had. They called him the Red Viper. He was ferocious, they said, his silver tongue coated with venom that he spat at any who displeased him. They said he was just as sly and ill-tempered as the beast he was named for, but worst of all, they said he was a beast!

A monster, born from the unholy union between a man and a dragon, his heart as cold as his blood. You'd heard that his skin was covered in horrible, slimy scales, and that his teeth were long and jagged. Someone even said he might have a tail. His hideous, malformed body was why he stayed hidden in the wasteland city.

The thought of being his wife made you sick to your stomach, but it wasn’t like you had any say in the matter. You were the third daughter of the lord of Blackhaven, the last to be wed, and your father had deemed you to be the olive branch bridging the gap between your hometown and Sunspear. Your eldest sister had gone to Highgarden, and the middle one had crossed the great sea to Storm’s End, leaving you with Sunspear.

Yippee.

Your father didn’t care that you didn’t want to marry, especially to such a loathsome creature as Oberyn, but he wouldn’t hear a word of it. To him you were nothing more than a pawn on his political chess board, another bargaining chip in the game of thrones.

When the rumble under the carriage changed from dirt road to cobblestone, you pushed your face against the ‘window’ –a carved wooden cross hatching to keep a lady from getting too much sun, though from inside the carriage it looked more like prison bars to you. From your poor vantgage you could see the sprawling desert, russet and ochre sands baked golden in the high sun. Farther away there were palm trees growing up near a river that drained into the sea, strategically placing Sunspear on a fertile valley. The city was well known for its citrus fruits, lemons, oranges, grapefruits, but you’d never had a fresh one. The only way they could reach Blackhaven was if they were dried, and fruit jerky just isn’t the same.

Hopefully your new husband would allow you to eat them.

A shadow passing overhead distracted you momentarily – the archway into the city. Immediately there was a change in the air, the tangy aroma of orange and clove, the sound of people in the market square, palm fronds whispering secrets to each other with the wind. The townsfolk paid no mind to your carriage, but you couldn’t take your eyes off them.

They were beautiful, in every sense of the word. They wore brightly colored clothes of ruby reds and orchid purples decorated with bits of gold and turquoise, their kaleidoscopic attire bringing out their very best feature: their smiles.

The people of Sunspear looked… happy! Big smiles, wide gestures, groups of families coming together in the market. Merchant stalls went past you as your carriage continued down the lane, selling all manner of exotic merchandise; well, exotic to you.

Fruits you’d never seen heaped out of gilded crates next to impossibly-high towers of spices. Silk scarves and dresses billowed in the brilliant sunlight, glittering with interwoven filaments of silver and gold. Chirping caught your ear from the other side of your transport, and you nearly jumped across the carriage to look out the other window. Cages of strange animals, with fur and feathers and scales galore, made all kinds of racket as you passed by. The merchant held up a sapphire blue snake for you to see that was so pretty you wanted to reach out and touch it, but the bars of your own cage kept you from doing so.

Could this gorgeous city really have a monster for a prince?

The market passed and gave way to a beautiful courtyard lined with sandstone arches and colorful fruit trees. Marble pathways decorated with colossal urns and delicate floral arrangements cast shadows on your carriage they were so tall. In the center of the green was a three tiered fountain bubbling joyously as water sprayed from its serpent-shaped spouts.

From above you the carriage driver called the horses to a halt, and your heart tried to lurch right out your throat, but maybe from the sudden reality of the situation more than the sudden stop.

It was time to meet your husband.

You wished you were more presentable, the journey having done a number on your clothes and hair. A bath would be nice, but if prince Oberyn really was the monster everyone claimed him to be then maybe he wouldn't mind if you smelled a bit like horse. You stood up in the carriage, trying not to bump your head, and smoothed out your clothes as best you could, adding a spritz of perfume and one of your family brooches to your dress for good measure.

When the door opened you were nearly blinded by the Dornish sun, much brighter here than in your neighboring fiefdom. A sturdy hand reached to grab you, and the spike in adrenaline – plus standing up too fast – nearly had you falling out of the cart. Could this be him?

"Easy there, young lady." Came the familiar voice of the carriage driver. Nope, not him. "Ya nearly toppled! Are ya alright?"

"Fine, thank you." You let him help you down from the carriage, thanking him several more times for the ride here. He was quickly overrun by Dornish teamsters, the palace staff making fast work of your luggage. After them came the handmaidens, and you couldn't help but gasp.

They were beautiful, though apparently so was everything else in the city, so really you shouldn't be surprised. They wore dresses of the finest lavender silk, and gently-fitted collars made of golden filigree bearing the sigil of House Martell: a serpent coiled around a spear passing through the heart of a sun. It matched the coiling snake arm bands they wore quite nicely.

Smiling and perfectly moisturized, the gaggle of sweet ladies welcomed you with open arms like you were coming home, and in a sense, you were. Sunspear would be your home now, and if the city and the citizens were this wonderful, maybe having a monster of a husband wouldn't be so bad.

Speaking of which, you didn't see the king-to-be anywhere in the crowd of onlookers. Surely such a brute of a man would stick out, and truthfully why wasn't he greeting you at the door? He really must be hideous.

The wonderful maidens led you through the palace entryway and through the halls made of the same sandstone you'd seen when you'd come through the market; though these were infinitely more ornate. Carved with intricate geometric patterns, the walls towered high above you towards vaulted ceilings painted deep velvet blue and illustrated with gilded constellations. Lanterns with panes of stained glass hung from long, seemingly delicate chains, swinging gently in the warm summer breeze that passed easily through the wide open archways.

And this was just the front damn door.

Eventually you were brought to a small bath chamber, though its size did nothing to diminish its ornateness. It was just as regal as the rest of the halls you'd seen: a copper, clawfoot tub was the centerpiece here, crouching over hot coals like a dragon making its nest. Incense wafted lazily from censers in the corners, the clean white smoke drifting lovingly through the leaves of countless potted plants native to the Dornish desert.

A hot bath was exactly the thing you needed, but instead of leaving you to your own devices the handmaidens insisted on undressing and washing you. You'd never had anyone offer to wash you before, Blackhaven was too small and too poor for such frivelties, but they wouldn't take no – or the fact that you've been traveling for a week and stank of horse dung – for an answer.

Rose petals and orange slices floated temptingly on the water's surface, and that was just the start to your pampering. The ladies lovingly scrubbed you from your head to your feet, exfoliating away your travels like they'd never even happened. Your hair was washed, dried, brushed and done up pretty, and by the time you stepped – radiant and glowing – out of the bathtub, you finally felt like the royalty you were meant to be.

"Let's get you dressed, my lady." stated a handmaiden that had introduced herself as Yrell. "Prince Oberyn is very eager to meet you!"

oh shit right.

"Why haven't I seen the prince yet? And why haven't I seen any arrangements being made for the wedding?"

"The prince likes his guests to get a taste of Dornish culture before they meet him. It makes it… easier."

"So he is a monster, then?" You asked as two of the other maidens presented you with your clothes.

Wait, no those are definitely not yours.

A ruby red silk dress with gold inlay seemed to flow like wine in the maid's hands, so ethereal in its craftsmanship that it almost didn't look real. Certainly nothing even remotely like it had ever passed through the gates of Blackhaven.

Once again, gorgeous. Everything in Dorne was abso-fuckin-lutely gorgeous. And that's when it hit you.

It's a distraction.

The perfect promenade, the wonderful bazaar, the kindhearted handmaidens were all orchestrated to fill your eyes with stars so you couldn’t see the truth.

"Yrell… tell me the truth. I deserve to know! Is he really a monster?!"

"My lady," she whispered, eyes downcast. "With all due respect, you'll have to make that judgment for yourself like all the others."

"Others?! What others?!"

"I'm sorry, my lady, I don't mean to offend, but… you're not the first lady promised to the prince…"

Standing there, naked and dripping with your jaw on the floor, you waited with bated breath for her to explain herself. It was clear she was uncomfortable, but obviously this wasn't the first time she'd had this little chat.

"None of the other ladies have been able to… uh...stomach him."

You listened in horror as Yrell told you of four other ladies who had been betrothed to the prince while you were dressed to prepare to meet him. All four had found the prince so horrible and repulsive that they ran for the hills before the wedding could commence, preferring exile to a lifetime with him. The finery fit you like it had been made for no other, and though it should have made you feel like a goddess, it made you feel like you were being dressed for your own funeral.

The beauty of Sunspear seemed tarnished now, more so even than when you had been stuck in the carriage imagining all the insidious scenarios awaiting you before your wheels had even hit the sand. Now it was real, and really happing, and really really fucking awful. No amount of false grins or gilded treasures could change reality for you now.

“It’s alright, my lady,” soothed Yrell, trying her best to be comforting. “Perhaps you won’t mind him so much.”

She patted you gently on the shoulder, avoiding your wet, glistening eyes that threatened to spill at any moment. The door to the prince’s chambers was heavier than the few others you had seen in the wide open palace. Imported oak bound in iron, decorated with shields bearing the mark of the Martells, it could easily be mistaken for the entry to the dungeon.

Maybe it was.

The door creaked ominously as it swung open, spilling firelight across the mosaic tile floor. Torches crackled in sconces on the wall, snapping and biting at you as if the prince would let them eat you before he got the chance. Wide stairs vanished into the dark, and for a moment you contemplated tripping yourself down them rather than face the beast in the cellar.

Slowly you descended into the void, the velvet slippers you’d been given making almost no noise. Your dress trailed behind you, pouring like blood in your wake. At least if you died today, you would die beautiful.

As you neared the bottom of the stairwell, you caught the first glimpse of the princes’ chambers, causing you to pause a moment. Just like the rest of the city, the palace, the everything, this room was ornately decorated, though it was much bigger than any other you had seen.

The ceiling towered so far above you that it was partially obscured by the billowing incense smoke as if it had its very own weather system. Light filtered down through the haze from the stained glass dome covering the room, thousands of panes in a kelidoscope of colors casting geometric rainbows across the sandstone columns holding it up. Coiled around the pillars, enormous gold snakes seemed to slither to life under the dancing hues, their jewel-set eyes winking mischievously back at you.

Velvet on wool scuffed quietly as you crossed the enormous floor rug between you and the far area of the room, your heart thundering in your ears as you scanned for the beast that would certainly jump out and eat you. But why would a beast have such a beautiful enclosure? That’s just how Dorne is, it’s all a beautiful faca-

“Lady Blackhaven, I presume?”

A voice, rich and dark as sunsoaked amber, sang your name from what seemed to be a pile of crimson and gold sequin throw pillows. The lovely voice was followed suddenly by a man standing up from the plush pile, and oh, everything is gorgeous in Dorne.

By the Seven, there couldn’t possibly be any way that he was the ferocious Red Viper you had heard so much about, and certainly couldn’t be the beast of Sunspear. Though he was still somewhat too far away to make out clearly, your eyes couldn’t help going wide, and your cheeks couldn’t help going hot.

His lower half was obscured by the ridiculous collection of sparkly red pillows – must be his favorite color because wow there were a lot, like a fuckin nest or something – but his visible top half was worthy of being immortalized in marble.

Skin sun-bronzed gold matched the serpentine sigil of his House, rich and healthy from a lifetime in the sun. You could see so much of it with him only covered by a blue and silver sash draped around his neck. Is he even wearing pants?! Onyx-black hair framed his face from the top of his curly head to the bottom of his razor-sharp jaw, with a few stragglers making their way down between his bare pecs that led to a thicker treasure trail running over his muscular abdomen. All that was partially obscured by a long gold necklace with a square shape on its end, the chain reaching all the way to his naval.

That was definitely a prince.

“P-prince Oberyn?”

“Were you expecting someone else, little mouse?” He purred sweetly, leaning his weight on the closest pillow, which surprisingly didn't squish under his weight. "Come closer, I will not bite you. Unless you ask me to."

You found that strange enough to halt in your tracks. He wouldn't even stand to greet you? His own future queen? Must be a trap, maybe the beast is kept under the floor or something. Also, rude.

"That's not very gentlemanly of you, my prince. A man should greet a lady, not the other way around."

Oberyn seemed taken aback by your forwardness, but not offended. “A lady who knows what she wants, I like that. Since you insist.” As he moved, the sequined pillows moved too, and the very silly notion that the prince had made himself a pillow fort popped briefly in your head.

But they kept moving.

And moving...

No…

They were slithering.

The illusion of the crimson finery dissipated like incense smoke on the Dornish breeze as the once-pillows followed the prince up, up, up, and revealed themselves to be what they really were.

His tail.

Oberyn’s lower half hadn’t been obscured at all, it had been coiled around him in long, undulating waves of scaled flesh; and the serpents decorating every square inch of Sunspear now made more sense.

He rose slowly from where he had been awaiting your arrival, reaching the height of a tall man, then a horse, then a giant, until he was practically looming above you from the far side of the room.

And then he was coming towards you, just like you had demanded. Great idea, asshole. Scales on his belly caught the cathedral of lights sparkling from above in their iridescent shimmer, luring your gaze until you were almost hypnotized. But fear kept you focused on the approaching creature that had snaked right out of your nightmares, your heart a rabbit in your chest that he could probably hear like prey in its burrow waiting to be eaten.

The moment you took a step back to retreat from the encroaching serpent, he lunged for you, owning up to his namesake in a blink of an eye. Crimson scales flashed threateningly around you as he coiled, putting you in the eye of a bloody hurricane before you were face-to-face with the man himself.

“Welcome to Sunspear, Lady Blackhaven, I am Prince Oberyn Martell.” Up close now, you could see him more clearly. His eyes were the color of antique brass, split down the middle with slitted pupils. They flashed coin-like when he smiled, though his grin was that false, people-pleasing kind that develops from being in a place of political power. His teeth were white and perfectly flat, and truthfully you found that odd. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, but I was expecting you to run the moment you laid eyes on my horrific body. Am I not as beastly and terrifying as the ravens make me out to be?”

You found yourself transfixed by the prince, unable to tear yourself away from his face. His eyes, his pouty, slightly-sneering lips, his coarse dark hair. You followed that trail you’d spotted earlier down, following the chain of Dornish gold to where his hips should be. His scales started here, first small and tightly packed, then wide and broad where they continued down his front. His belly scales were like plates, but his body scales were like spears. Triangular and razor sharp, they covered him in impenetrable scarlet armor that any warrior would be honored to wear into battle. Along his spine, however, they were thicker, taller and almost pyramid-like, giving you a crystal clear view of his draconic heritage.

“No.”

The single syllable brought the muscular coils to a sudden halt, the prince suddenly frozen in his confusion. “No?”

“No. I mean, well, yes. You are a beast, but I’m not scared of you.”

“You must be lying.” He accused, but you shook your head. “Have you been drugged? Bribed? Are you sick with moon madness?” He could not believe that you weren’t afraid, his beautifully angular face growing more and more confused. “But… I am a monster!”

A flash of pearly white snapped from his mouth as his fangs distended, hidden daggers folded up against the roof of his mouth. They were as long as your thumb each, their needle-like points glistening with venom and spittle. Behind those, his long, forked tongue snaked out to lick the air inches from your face, and you could swear his jaw had come unhinged.

The blood in your face drained, but only to pool somewhere else.

“No, I’m still not scared of you.” You said softly, reaching your hand out to him slowly. He saw it and recoiled with a jerk, but when he saw no blade hidden in your sleeve, he allowed himself to be touched by you.

His breath left his lungs with a shudder at your touch, the tip of his tail twitching nervously. You cupped his jaw, feeling the scruff against your palm and ever-so-carefully angling your thumb toward a fang.

“No!” he shouted, snatching your wrist with lightning speed. “I mean, I’m sorry, but I’m venomous, and I would hate for you to get hurt.” The fangs disappeared the next second, vanishing into the sheaths hidden behind his teeth. His grip on your wrist lessened, but didn’t let you go. Instead, he brought the back of your hand up to his lips and kissed it, like a gentleman should when greeting a lady.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Prince Oberyn.” Against your skin the bristles of his mustache tickled you when he smiled, and you of course smiled back. “Can I touch your scales? They’re not venomous, right?”

“You may touch anything you like except for my fangs, my lady.” He gestured to himself with a strong, broad hand. A hand that looked so wonderful and rugged that you decided to start there.

Taking his hand in yours, you traced the inside of his palm, the tips of his fingers, the ridges of his knuckles. You trailed up his lean forearms through the dusting of dark hair, circled his elbow, and rode the hill of his bicep towards his wide shoulders.

Oberyn watched you like he was witnessing the sun rise for the first time, awestruck and mystified. You wanted to touch him? Touch the serpent of Sunspear that had horrified so many outsiders before? Surely this must be a farce.

His thoughts were cut off by your return to his face, gliding your fingers over his edges and curves. With no fangs to threaten you now, you gently brushed your thumb across his lower lip, and he snapped at you playfully. “Are all Blackhaven women this brave?”

“I’m not brave, you’re just not as scary as I thought you would be.” He hmph’ed in disbelief at that. “Ok yeah you’re pretty terrifying, but you’re also just… pretty.”

“Pretty?” He chewed the word, his face going flush with it.

“Yeah,” You met his eyes, flicking your gaze down to his lips, trying to convey your desire. “Pretty.”

He took the hint, albeit slowly, and leaned down to kiss you. At first he was tentative, gentle and maybe a little bit still in shock, but when you hummed your pleasure at the pillowy softness of his kiss, he let it deepen. Strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into him so you were flush against his bare chest, the warm metal of his medallion sharp against your sternum. You let yourself touch him too, lacing your fingers through the dark curls on the back of his head.

Around you the ruby coils tightened slowly, closing the room into just the pair of you. The heat of them was surprising if he was supposed to be cold blooded. Before Oberyn could brave a lick into your mouth, curiosity drove you to touch his serpentine tail.

“Oh!” You broke the kiss to exclaim, splaying your palm wide over the array of living blades. “I thought you’d be slimy, but you’re not!”

Oberyn’s laugh was rough but warm, like the crash of the ocean against the Dornish sands. “And I thought the first kiss was reserved for the wedding with these kinds of things. What other secrets will we learn about each other today?”

“Hmmm….” You pondered playfully, tapping your index finger to your lips. “Thank you for giving me this lovely dress, my prince.” Turning slightly, you swished the dress to entice him, a catty smile on your face. “But wouldn’t you like to have your gift unwrapped?”

The slits of his eyes dilated wide, a heat creeping boldy across his face. “So you truly aren’t going to run away screaming from me? You… want me?”

“Has nobody ever wanted you before? Are you-”

“No, little mouse, I am not innocent. I have loved and been loved by the women and men of Sunspear.”

“Is that why they all look so happy?”

“Do you want to find out?”

“Yes.”

Your given consent was the last barrier, one that not even a monster would dare to cross, but with that gate flung open by you closing the distance between your bodies, Oberyn knew that having to wait for the right queen had made all the difference.

Nimble hands crept under the hem of your dress, the exotic fabric falling effortlessly off your shoulders as the prince revealed your body. You attempted to return the favor by tugging off the celestial scarf draped over his neck, the single article of clothing disappearing behind the undulating waves of red scales.

“Look at you…” he mused, adoration dripping like a pleasant venom. The handmaidens hadn’t given you any undergarments, putting all of you on display for your husband-to-be. “Had I known the women of Blackhaven were so beautiful, I would have started there.” He kissed your lips roughly, then your cheek, your jaw, nipping at your pulse point gently as you started to melt into his embrace. “Do you taste as good as you look, little mouse?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, though as soon as his forked tongue laved across your collarbone you knew you couldn’t give him one anyway. The Red Viper dragged the elongated muscle up your throat, flicking at your ear with a pleased hiss. Your heart thundered, primal instincts kicking into high gear at the sound, drawing Oberyn's lust. “I frighten you, don’t I? But I can tell you like it. I can see where the heat is pooling between your thighs, and I want to taste it.”

Something thick and heavy pressed against your back, the serpent prince’s coils supporting you as he pushed you gently backwards, laying you out underneath him on a bed of ruby and gold. Laying on the scales was surprisingly not uncomfortable, the warm, muscular body feeling more like cuddling a well-beloved pet instead of a half-dragon lover.

You wrapped your legs around his ‘hips’, trying to grind against him as you would a human man, but as far as you could feel, there wasn’t anything there to grind on. “Um, my prince, where’s your-?”

“They’re there.” He said, lifting off you enough to look down between your pressed bodies. There was nothing there. Uh oh. He saw your puzzlement and laughed. “They’re inside.”

“They?? Inside?? I don’t understand.”

“Would you like to explore my body while I explore yours? I’m certain the lady of Blackhaven is as smart as she is beautiful, no?” Waves of crimson rose and fell around you, coils tightened around your body and turned you gently, though the man-sized tube of pure muscle could crush you like an insect if it wanted to. The prince moved you around like you were nothing but a play-thing, and soon you found yourself on top of him with your ass in the air and your legs framing his chiseled face.

“How did-?! Ah~!” Your confusion was cut off abruptly by the sudden intrusion of a long forked tongue, the inuman length of it fully capable of licking to your core. Oberyn hummed in delight, hooking his arms around your thighs and anchoring you to his hungry maw. He lapped at your cunt like a man starved, flicking hibus beastly appendage against your sensitive bundle of nerves before stuffing it back up your pussy. Wet with saliva and your juices, he happily tongue-fucked you into oblivion.

You fell forward against his crotch-but-not-a-crotch, coming face to face with where his skin began to turn to scales. Through the haze of your pleasure you saw where the first two big plates on his belly were parting, showing the first glimpse of a meaty fissure underneath.

Inside.

Mustering all your focus, you shifted forward against Oberyn’s grip, the prince smushing his face into your cunt like a greedy dog having his dinner threatened. He stiffened when he felt you push gently against the scales, attempting to splay them wider. As soon as you touched him, Oberyn bucked into your hands, a shiver going down the entire length of his snakey body.

Under your fingertips the slit opened wider, exposing his most delicate treasures. Between the silky wet walls of his snussy, two little nubs pulsed in time with his heartbeat, already swelling before you’d even touched them.

“Please, my lady,” he begged between your legs, kissing the insides of your thighs and the dip of your slit, asking you with his mouth for you to return the favor.

It was difficult with him licking your brain stem with his tongue so deep in you, but you managed to lean down and lap experimentally at the wound that never heals. Oberyn moaned into you at the contact, his rugged baritone sending a chill up your spine and a fresh gush into his mouth. You took the sudden opportunity to plunge your tongue into him as well, running your significantly shorter one over the two sensitive beans.

They throbbed happily, riding the princes’ tightening abs to be pressed harder against your mouth. Whatever they were, they were as needy as your clit, but soon grew much bigger in size than yours. As soon as you were able to, you suckled on one, tasting the familiar saltiness of precum; and that’s when you realized what you were sucking on were his two penises.

Oh hot damn.

A slight twist beneath you and the sudden weight of a coil on your back had your face pressed as deep into his groin as physics would allow, his almost-fully-hard first cock nudging at the back of your throat. Oberyn could snap your spine in two like this, but even lost in the bliss of your taste, and the sweet sensation of your lips around his dick, he was still cognizant enough not to hurt you.

You were not as strong, the familiar wave of pleasure creeping down your spine to where Oberyn had your pearl teased between the forks of his tongue, and you knew you were almost to the edge. The cock in your mouth rocked against your throat, the second one demanding your attention with an insistent throb. There was no more room between your teeth, so you wrapped your fingers around it and gently tugged on the velvet length; matching the movements of your hands with your mouth.

“Cum, little mouse,” he purred wetly, the thick meat of his tongue slithering against your deepest patch of nerves.You did as your prince commanded, letting his cock pop free from your mouth as your walls bore down around his thick tongue. He drank straight from your source, your fountain of vigor bringing his cocks to their full hardness. They were warm against your cheek as you rode through your orgasm, the pretty pink spires excited to know you inside and out.

Oberyn kissed and licked sweetly at your thighs and cunt, greedily cleaning all your juices off and claiming them for himself. “You are finer than Arborian wine, my lady. I could get drunk on the taste of you alone.” he said as the coil across your back slithered gently forward, coming up underneath you and pulling you up. You rode with it until you were straddling him like a horse, his cocks throbbing up between your legs. “Look how badly I want you, need you. May I pleasure you in the way only a monster can?”

“You’re no monster, Oberyn. You are my prince, and I expect you to pleasure me as such.”

His cocks jumped to attention, beads of shiny precum glistening at their pointy tips. They were both thicker than the average man, but Oberyn was far from average in every sense. His broad hands snaked down to your hips, digging his thumbs into the plush of your ass and sliding you forward until one of his cocks notched at your slick entrance. Stretched and soaking wet, you took him easily, mewling out the prince's name as he filled you. The second one jutted out in front of you as if it were your own, leaving a pool of slick on his broad belly scales.

“By the Seven, you are divine,” he groaned from behind you, watching with lust-blown eyes as your cunt swallowed his shaft. Your ass bounced when it came down on him, his scaly hips leaving indents in the supple flesh. Rocking forward you were able to grind yourself along his second cock, the meaty thing slipping between your folds as you rubbed your clit on it. It disappeared and reappeared under the crest of your belly as you danced the timeless dance of lovers, a shining patch of your slick catching the light streaming down from above with each pass.

“That’s it, my lady, grind yourself to completion on my cock. Let me feel you come undone so I can fill you all the way.” Precum drooled excitedly from his wanting cock, the one plunged inside you doing the same until it oozed back out; leaving your thighs and his tail slick with passion. The tip of his body – seemingly miles away, he was so long – flicked and thrashed, unable to hide his need to fuck you with both cocks.

You rode him diligently, feeling him stretch you from within. The thick veins that stood out on his second cock rubbed gloriously against your sensitive little pearl, beating in time with the thunder of his heart. Heat built threateningly in your chest, blooming like desert roses as your next crest loomed. Oberyn felt it coming, the way your walls throbbed and pulsed around him, making him curse and sweat until you came with a shudder and a scream.

“Thaaat’s it… that’s my good girl.” He purred –no, growled as you squelched around his cock, making a mess on his scales. “So wet… you can take all of me, can’t you, pretty mouse?”

Lust hazed and shaking, you managed the most pitiful little uh huh, breaking Oberyn’s last straw of resolve. Greedy as the dragon that birthed him, the serpent prince curled up against you, caging you in with his warrior-strong arms. Hands splayed wide against your ribs and over the fat of your breast, taking hungry handfuls of you for himself until his chest was flush with your spine, hot breath fanning against your ear. The cock within you slid out until just the tip was caught between your slick folds before it was joined by it’s twin.

Stars exploded behind your eyes as Oberyn stuffed both his cocks into you, stretching you so wide you thought he would tear you in half. A silent scream caught in your throat when he bottomed out, every muscle in your body tight and quivering with pain and pleasure. Your cunt gushed damningly around him as if it were starved, salivating hungrily for more.

Which, of course, he would give you.

“You’re so tight, my lady,” the rough-hewn voice grated in your ear, breath like fire against your skin. “How does it feel? To be fucked by a beast?”

“S’good…m-m…”

“Oh? Speak up, little mouse. Tell me what you want. Beg.”

“M-more!”

Dark laughter rumbled like a hurricane brewing over the wide open sea, a herald of unimaginable devastation.

“As you wish.”

The world around you spun, walls of crimson scales coiling around you as the Red Viper put you underneath him. His massive, muscular body slipped under and around you, tying itself in knots until there was nowhere for you to escape from the prince pressed against your back. The tip of his tail, thin and whip-like, curled up under your arms and over your shoulders until it was snaking around your neck, threatening your airway and locking you in place.

You were trapped, just like prey.

“I can taste your fear, pretty girl.” The monster sneered, his long forked tongue darting out to lick along your jaw. “I can taste that you like this.” Brilliant white fangs flashed into your line of sight with a venomous hiss, and your pussy squelched incriminatingly around his double-stuffed dicks. Oberyn groaned at your pulsing walls, rocking his hips into you needily. “If you keep doing that to me, I’ll fuck you pregnant before we even exchange vows.”

Though the rope of living flesh was tied snugly around your throat, it wasn’t tight enough to suppress your ability to laugh. “I’d like… to see.. you… try.”

His cocks throbbed so strongly within you that they slipped past each other, causing you to convulse from the rearrangement of your guts. “Are you challenging me, Lady Blackhaven?” he seethed, his bladed scales starting to sting your flesh as they began to tighten. Your nod was faint, but he still felt it against his scruffy cheek. “Then I accept.”

His arms tightened like a seatbelt around your waist and between your breasts, and the scaly noose around your throat teased to do so as well. You felt more than saw everything turning, spinning, writhing as the serpent prince constricted around you in a ball, rendering you completely motionless for him to fuck to his heart’s delight.

And fuck you he did. Though he was almost entirely made of muscle, without legs he had no other way to thrust into you than to pull you against him, using his never-ending tail to use you like a fuck toy. His body, once soft and somewhat plush the first time you touched it, was now hard as Valyrian steel; every muscle tensing and flexing to rise to your challenge.

Your hungry, over stretched cunt ached with his thrusts, so full you could practically taste him on the back of your tongue. Oberyn, so lost in his pleasure, started to constrict even tighter, the edges of your vision beginning to darken as your airway was closed. Fear rose like bile in the back of your throat, but couldn’t reach your lips to scream. Your body, shaking like the mouse he had called you, betrayed your instinct to flee from the creature by building up another orgasm. White crackled in the corners of your vision, lightning breaking through the dark thunderclouds that would soon black out your sight.

“Come.”

Your prince commanded, and you obeyed, your cunt squelching and convulsing as you soared over the moon. Your eyes, glassy and sightless above your gaping mouth, rolled back in your head as pleasure coursed through your veins, spinning every muscle tighter than bowstrings before turning them all slack.

Oberyn felt the sudden shift in your body, the open vulnerability between your spread legs, and forced every single inch of his twin cocks into you, putting the gates of your womb under siege. His tail fell limply off of your neck, allowing sweet, precious oxygen to flow into your desperately burning lungs; but you weren’t free from the demon’s desire just yet.

Where his tail had been you felt a new heat, this one wet and jagged where the tail had been scaly and warm; and you knew it to be his mouth. His fanged, venomous, unhinged mouth.

He really could swallow you whole if he wanted to.

Something long, wet and slimy slipped out from where he had you by the scruff of your neck, the smooth muscle of his mouth laving over your rapidly-beating pulse point and driving his hunting instincts wild. His mouth went all the way from ear to ear, your spinal column in the perfect position for him to crush it if he so chose. But of course, he wanted you – needed you – alive and well; but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t tease.

You felt his bite tighten, his fangs nudging your windpipe; one wrong move and they would puncture your trachea and drown you in venom, but not before he took his pleasure from you. His sweaty chest stuck to your back, his scales dug into your skin, and the threat of his fangs dragged along your jugular as Oberyn fucked you to his own completion.

When he came, everything got impossibly tighter. The living ropes of his coils seized around every inch of you both, his hands dug so hard into your flesh that you could almost swear he was touching bone, but worst of all his fangs pressed ever-so-slightly into your flesh; and the threat of death became almost too real. Hot cum spooged out of you, soaking you and the prince in his pearly white sneed, seeping through the spaces between his coils and ruining the rugs beneath you.

His entire body heaved with his ragged breath, the prince winded even though he had lungs bigger than your legs. Slowly, with practiced, noble grace, he unlocked his mouth from around your neck, peppering the pattern his scales had left in your flesh with gentle kisses of adoration. Every coil he unraveled revealed the same pattern of his scales impressed into your skin, a temporary tattoo marking his conquest.

They were just pretty enough that you might get them inked on you for real.

“Are you alright, my lady? I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?” He asked sweetly, a calloused hand cupping your chin to turn you to face him. His slitted eyes – glittering more beautifully than Lanister gold – searched yours for any sign that he’d hurt you. In his post-orgasmic bliss the lines of his face had softened drastically, a youthful glow to his sun-gilded skin. Sweat beaded on his brow, his jet-black curls sticking to the worry-grooves on his forehead, but best of all was the slight pout to his plush, slightly parted lips. Flushed rosy and swollen with exertion, they begged you to kiss them.

“Does this answer your question?”

You closed the distance between you, crashing your lips to his. He tasted like the sea salt you had smelled coming into Dorne, but somehow so much sweeter. Oberyn sucked a surprised breath, his eyes flashing coin-like before he melted into you, letting his softened cocks drop out of you with a flood of your mixed cum. You felt them drag their wetness across your smooth skin as you turned around to face him, aided by his strength until you were in his arms properly.

The dark bristles of his mustache tickled your nose a bit, making you smile into his kiss. You teased him with a flick of your tongue, finding his with a tentative lick that drew him to kiss you deeper. The pointed forks twisted and entwined around your regular human tongue, seemingly moving independently of each other; yet those were not nearly as alarming as the feel of his fang sheaths. One wrong move, one sudden sneeze, and it would be all over.

But they stayed in their casings, safely away from his bride-to-be. You felt his hand splay against the back of your head, tangling in your hair and holding you tightly to him while he kissed you. When you finally broke for air, you couldn’t help but giggle at the way the prince's eyes fluttered back open, lust-drunk and pleasantly blown.

“I have never been so thankful in all my days that I had to wait for love.” The L word left his lips with the slightest hint of embarrassment, a redness creeping across his cheeks. “I mean, erm, do you think you’ll be happy here, my lady? In Sunspear?”

“With you? As your wife?”

None of the fables you had been told about the fearsome Red Viper had ever painted him as one to be sheepish, yet here he was, looking like a boy with his hand caught in the cookie jar. The bristles framing his lips quirked with his cheeky grin. “Yes, with me?”

“Hmm…” you pondered mischievously, looking around the ornate chambers, taking in the palace decor, the smell of fruit and sunshine, the plushness of the destroyed rug underneath you. You reached out to touch the serpent’s tail, walking your fingers up his long spine, feeling the warm armor of his body. Then you crossed the threshold between where the snake ended and the man began, the sudden thinning of scales giving way to smooth, somewhat-fuzzy flesh that rippled with the muscles underneath it.

Up you continued, touching his broad hands and noticing a ring with the Martell crest on his pinky for the first time. You followed the flow of his forearm, the dip in his elbow, the rise of his biceps and the yoke of his shoulder until you were wrapping your arms around his neck and dragging him back to you for one more ensuring kiss.

“For you, my prince? I think it can be… arranged.”

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You were so absorbed in talking about Dazai all the time that it was apparent that you didn't care about spending time with your friend. You wanted to use him to get closer to your crush. There were times when Atsushi would hesitate about going out with you until you convinced him saying it was just for him.

And he fell for it every time. He had his hopes up any time he got a chance to be alone with you. Atsushi would be there for you when you cried or had a mental breakdown. He answered all your phone calls and texts in mere seconds to minutes, making sure your needs were met. It was fairly obvious he wanted to be more than friends from the way he took everything about you into consideration.

But you? You didn't bother to notice how much he cared. Your heart and mind set on Dazai, a man who couldn't care less how you felt about him. But he sure did take advantage of your feelings often on a whim. He was like a drug you couldn't quit and you only went back for more. You called it love yet, he didn't understand you as much as Atsushi did.

The day Dazai was missing for weeks, you cried your eyes out to Atsushi. Begging him to comfort you and that you loved how supportive he was when you needed him most. It made Atsushi give in almost all the time and he would hold you until you calmed down. But just when you were about to leave after feeling better, you felt a warm body pressed against yours from behind.

“Am I just the glue that keeps you from falling apart?.. Listen, I love you. I always have since I saw you in the bakery.”

You tensed up as Atsushi wrapped his arms around you. He saw you even before the incident?

“That's right I remember you wearing a sweet chocolate colored dress that made you look like the most adorable little café girl. And your hair was done in curled pigtails. When I saw you cry in Dazai-san's arms I knew you loved him. I also knew he was going to break your heart. But you let him do it anyway and even went back for more..”

Atsushi let out a puff of air, he sounded utterly defeated.

“I don't want to be the substitute for the hole in your heart. I have feelings too. I didn't want to fool myself into thinking I had a chance with you but it happened anyway. But now.. I… I can't take this anymore! If you want to ruin yourself so badly for Dazai-san.. then please leave me out of it!”

He released his hold on you and everything stood still. You didn't want to believe what you heard. He was right about you wanting to ruin yourself for someone who clearly didn't want you. But Atsushi loves you? Why would he love you when it was so obvious you wanted Dazai?

Then everything made sense. Dazai didn't want anything to do with you. Not even for a moment did he show interest in you. No matter what gifts or compliments you showered him in, Dazai refused to acknowledge you other than as another girl who hopelessly fell under his spell. Meanwhile, Atsushi was trying to save you from further heartbreak by always being there for you and comforting you.

Instead of remaining friends, you poured your heart out to him and he mistook your feelings as mixed signals to be with you.

“Atsushi.. I —”

Tears rolled down your cheeks and you refused to face him like this. If only you could have noticed sooner. You were blinded by someone you could never have.

“It's alright. I think maybe you should just go home and figure out how you feel. I should do the same..”

He passed by you and patted your shoulder gently.

“I'll see you around, okay?”