vanillakissesworld

You didn't start the fire, but you took advantage of its distraction happily. Everyone in the camp either ran to the bright flames, or to the nursery to protect the children. That's where you were supposed to go, where he told you to run to, and you started to make your way there. You did. But you saw it then, the gate to the road was open, left ajar from when the truck carrying water from the river had come in.

You weren't brave, or strong. Not anymore. But you were desperate. 

You ran. Freedom greeted you on the other side of the gate, and you smiled for the first time in a decade.

A year later

The knock at your apartment door takes you by surprise, a curse falls from your lips when your lipstick smears, and you wipe it away hastily as you go to the peephole and peer through. You do that every time, checking who is there, even if you know full well who it probably is. Like now.

Maekar stands there, all in black as usual, his hands in his pockets, before he brings one out so he can look at his watch. You smile to yourself as you hear his muttered complaint,

“I love waiting in the hallway like a stalker,”

A chuckle bursts out of you, and you quickly disengage the locks, and open the door to your neighbour, apologising quickly,

“Just give me a few minutes? You're earlier than usual,”

He eyes the stain on your face, and shrugs, “No bother, I'm going to answer an email quickly, take your time,”

It had taken you six months to trust Maekar enough to let through your door. He was a good neighbour, when you first moved in - scared and unwilling to talk to any of your neighbours - he had politely left you alone, but also firmly helped you carry groceries or packages up the stairs to where you lived. He never tried to come in, or even talk to you, but he made it clear he would be there for you if you needed him.

A month ago was when you'd first invited him into your space, desperately knocking on his door and begging him to get the large spider out of your apartment which he'd graciously done, no complaints. Once the creature was carefully placed out of the window, Maekar had stood in front of you, a glower on his face that almost made you tremble in fear… and then he'd laughed,

“Such trouble for a fucking spider!” 

You couldn’t help it, now the danger had passed, you realised he was alone with you in your space, and your eyes went immediately to the floor and wouldn't lift. He was going to ask for payment, and you would have to give it-

“Mice?”

“What?” You lifted your eyes then, “Mice?”

Maekar shrugged, “I'm afraid of mice. If one appears at home, I'll call you over and you can deal with it. Fair’s fair, yes?”

“I… you don’t want anything else?” You force the hesitation out of your voice, making yourself look into his eyes. They were purple. You'd never noticed before. Maekar frowns at you,

“Anything else? Like what? It's a fucking spider,” he puts his hands into the pockets of his trousers. “let me know if you need me again. Good night,”

And he had left without a backwards glance.

It had a been a tentative thing then, allowing him further into your life and space, but Maekar was proving more trustworthy and gentle than you would've predicted. Men were neither trustworthy or gentle in your experience. Now though, you liked to invite Maekar in for coffee in the mornings, and he walked you to work. 

He said it was to keep you company, but you were starting to hope it was more.

“Ready?” Maekar asked when you came out of the bathroom, lipstick now where it should be and no longer smeared on your cheek. Your smile is small, but you nod. 

The silence between you and Maekar is comfortable, he doesn't seem to need to fill silences, and you never know exactly what to say anyway. You want to tell him everything about you, to explain why you are the way you are, but you also never want to speak about your experiences again. To speak his name out loud feels like it would summon him.

The last thing you ever wanted was to have that man's presence back in your life.

When you arrive at the building where you worked, you thank Maekar quietly, but instead of nodding and leaving to go to his own work as he usually would, Maekar stands in front of you, a determined look on his face. You frown, open your mouth to ask what's wrong, when he speaks, 

“I would like to take you on a date on Friday night, to the new Dornish restaurant that's opened two blocks away,” he holds a hand up to stop you interrupting, even though you were too shocked to speak, “I like you, and I think you like me, and I can tell that there's things you don't want to talk about so I make an oath right now to not ask you to tell me. You can do, if you want, but I won't make you.  And if you say no to the date, I will still be your friend,” he smiles a genuine smile then, and your shoulders relax slightly,

“I just wanted to be blunt. I'm not getting any younger,”

That makes you laugh, “Well, neither am I, I suppose,” you pause, “so a… date?”

“Only if you say you want it to be, otherwise it shall be just two neighbours enjoying Dornish food,” he shrugs, “I really like Dornish food,”

Maekar was right. There was a lot you were hiding from him, that you didn't want to talk about. There was a shadow looming over you, his presence tall and suffocating like a tower on a crowded street. You clench your fists, anger blooming like fire suddenly. 

It had been a year since you'd granted your own freedom, and never set eyes on him again. It was time you let yourself live your life again, after all, like Maekar had said, neither of you were getting any younger. You mentally shake yourself, and then smile at Maekar,

“I'd love to go on a date with you.”

He leans forward like he would kiss you, but pulls himself back quickly, instead awkwardly waving and promising to meet you for lunch as usual. Your step is light, and your smile broad as you go into the building, you're blind to everyone else around you. You're finally living life again and it felt incredible. 

You fret over what to wear, his words filling your ears, the rules you had lived with for ten years almost crippling you as you stare at your reflection in the mirror. The relationship you'd fled from hadn't started out badly, they never do, but it had been too late by the time you'd realised the predicament you were in.

You force yourself to say his name out loud. Ormund. The man from your nightmares. He had been the man of your dreams when you'd first met him. He had been handsome, charming, well dressed and attentive to you. He spoiled you, took care of you, and when you'd finally fallen into bed with him, he'd ruined you in the most thorough way you'd ever experienced. 

You had been lonely all your life, though there was no real reason for it. You tried to make friends, but the friendships never became more than surface level. You'd had lovers, but they left you before it could get serious. Your work was fine, but it was work, no one would've missed you if you left suddenly. You had no family, you were alone, living your simple life when you'd bumped into Ormund at the grocery store.

He was a master at manipulation and control, but there was very little to manipulate or control with you. You had no one for him to isolate you from, but he had many friends of his own who all seemed to love him. His family liked you a lot, they encouraged you to spend more and more time with Ormund on their compound which they called Oldtown. 

Soon, you'd left your job to work there with him, it paid better, and you were surrounded by people who seemed to love having you around and appreciated your efforts. When Ormund asked you to be his wife, you thought your life couldn't get any better.

The wedding was simple and beautiful, the wedding night was sublime. If only it had lasted.

You should have known, but how could you? You'd wanted so desperately to be loved, you hadn't seen the danger in giving up everything that was yours to him. Soon Ormund was telling you how to dress, who to talk to, he stopped you working, and all the money you had saved went into an account he controlled.

You shake yourself as you stare at your reflection in the mirror, and deliberately put on the black and red dress that you'd bought in a fit of excited defiance this afternoon. It was something that would've earned you the paddle back in Oldtown if you'd dared try to wear it in public. 

Maekar wouldn't hurt you like that though, and he dressed so impeccably all the time, you had to look nice for him…

Sure enough, when you disengage the inner locks and open the door, your mouth drops open. Maekar looks spectacular, his silver hair contrasting beautifully with the black suit he wore, and his purple eyes shone with appreciation as they looked you up and down,

“You look… very beautiful,” he swallowed thickly, and a surge of confidence went through you enough for you to smile openly,

“Thank you, Maekar. You look incredibly handsome yourself,”

“Oh fuck off, I'm not handsome, but- ah… thank you,” he held out his hand which you took, “I'm sorry, I never usually get compliments, I don't take them very well,”

“Well, you do look very nice,” you shrug, pulling the door closed after you and walking down the hallway, “I'm looking forward to the food,”

“Me too. My ex-wife was Dornish, she got me hooked on the stuff,”

“Your ex wife?” You're stumble over the words, your steps faltering, but Maekar doesn't appear to notice, 

“Yes. Divorced a couple of years now. A good woman, we just wanted different things in the end, but we share custody of the kids,” he shrugs, “what about you? Any exes I need to know about?”

Your heart pounds, the wedding band that is hidden under a floorboard a physical curse that you have to ignore. You smile up at Maekar,

“No exes. So, tell me about your children,”

You asked for no desert without thinking at the end of the meal, a meal where you'd eaten as little as possible because you hadn’t eaten with a man in a year, and the last time you had Ormund had controlled everything on your plate. At your new sanctuary with your new freedom, you'd allowed yourself treats and larger portions, but the habit kicked in immediately as soon as you'd sat down with Maekar. 

He didn't say anything, but as soon as the desert was placed in front of him, he'd scooped up a piece, then taken your chin in between his thumb and forefinger, and gently pulled you towards him over the table,

“Open your mouth, and eat,”

You did. You held his gaze as he fed you from his spoon, and when you licked your lips absentmindedly, you watched as Maekar’s pupils dilated and his eyes dropped to your mouth. For the first time in over a year, you felt arousal course through you like wildfire. Maekar meets your eyes,

“I'm getting the fucking cheque,”

He holds your hand in his as you walk back to your building, his thumb running gently over your inner wrist. Shivers roll over you, nerves, need, a desperate desire, fear, all of it making your head swim. You knew you wanted Maekar, in a way you hadn't wanted a man in a long time. You had wanted Ormund too, that was the problem, he had seduced you, tricked you, lured you in with the expertise of his body, and then trapped you.

Ormund had never forced himself on you, not in the violent way most people would think, anyway, but once you were married and you couldn't escape, sex with him became an expectation that you couldn't avoid. When you had tried, Ormund would punish you, so you stopped trying. You let him do as he would and tried to glean as much pleasure as you could from the act.

What would happen if you decided you didn't want to bring Maekar to your bed tonight? Would he be angry? Would he vow to never see you again?

You entered the building behind Maekar, eyes to the floor when he led you into the elevator. He didn't let you hide though, when the doors slid closed, he once again held your chin and got you to look at him,

“I'm very glad you agreed to a date with me tonight. I had a wonderful time,”

You huff a laugh, your eyes dropping after a moment, “So did I… I just don't know…”

“I'll walk you to your door, and we can organise another date then?”

Again, Maekar proved that he was more than willing to let you move at your own pace, and you almost felt like crying. To be considered in this way, like your feelings mattered-

“I want another date with you, Maekar. I'm sorry, I'm-”

“I'm nervous too. I've only ever been with my ex wife. This is also new territory and not one I want to rush into,”

He sounded so firm, so sure, that your shoulders dropped and you relaxed immediately. Of course, his assurances made your arousal start up again, but you ignore it and let it simmer. You could do this, let your trust build, let Maekar set his own pace. It was better that way.

He continues to hold your hand as you both walk towards your door, you're almost sinking into the feeling of safety he brings you - a feeling you hadn't felt in years - when Maekar stops dead, and you follow suit. You look at him, confused at the look of confusion on his face when you then notice it. Your front door is ajar.

“Did you forget to close your door?” Maekar sounds uncertain over the pounding of your heart. You let go of his hand, automatically going to your door, but he stops you with a hand on your shoulder. You think back desperately,

“I think so?” You remember leaving with him. Surely you would've closed it? It was second nature. Maekar pulls you gently back behind him,

“Let me check inside. Stay here until I say you can come in,”

He doesn't wait for an answer, leaving you hovering in the hallway, your fingers trembling as you pull your phone out of your purse, ready to call the emergency services if Maekar uttered even a small sound of distress-

“It's empty,” Maekar pulls the door open, “you need to see if anything has been stolen,” you take his hand as you go inside, and you cast a careful eye over everything in the small apartment. You don't even feel embarrassed when Maekar comes into your bedroom, and then your bathroom behind you. You were too busy fretting that your sanctuary had been violated by some unknown stranger, but the longer you were in there, the less certain you could be.

Did you forget to close your front door in your excitement? Did you leave your knicknacks like that earlier after you'd dusted? Did you forget to put those clean clothes away, or had they already been there when you were trying on dresses?

After fifteen minutes of careful looking around, you stand with Maekar in your living room, in front of your television that you loved. You bite your bottom lip, carefully rearranging one of the stuffed animals that adorn your space. You secretly called them your friends, the creatures that watched the trash movies and tv that you hadn't been granted access to in a decade. You take another look around, and shrug, tears pricking your eyes,

“Nothing is missing. I must have just… I forgot to close the door. Very stupid, I know,”

You look up from the carpet when you hear Maekar chuckle, “I suppose I am rather attractive and distracting,”

“Very,” you squeeze Maekar’s hand, “I'm sorry for making you worry, but everything is fine,”

“Are you sure?” Another gentle grip of your chin to make you meet his eyes, which you pull away from. As much as you felt he didn't mean anything controlling by it, you wouldn't let Maekar just help himself to your attention whenever he could. You do continue to hold his gaze however, and he drops his hand on a mumbled apology,

“Yes I'm sure, I promise,”

“In that case, I'll leave you to the remainder of your evening.”

You follow him to the front door, taking his hand as he is about to leave, “Thank you for a lovely date, Maekar,”

“You're welcome,” he holds your gaze for a moment, then leans forward and kisses you, almost like he doesn't want to wait in case he changes his mind. His hands are warm as they cradle your face, like you're made of glass, like you're precious. The moment doesn't last long enough, you chase his mouth when he pulls away, your eyes opening as you whine briefly. Maekar chuckles to himself,

“Still got it,”

“You can stay,” you blurt suddenly, “you can stay. Tonight. With me. If you want to… you can stay,”

Maekar shakes his head after a moment's pause, “I would love to, but I won't. I see too many nerves in your eyes tonight,” he leans forwards, his lips brushing the shell of your ear making you shiver, “I want you needy and desperate for me, the same way I will be for you… sleep well,”

And with that, he took your hand, and placed a kiss on your knuckles before he opened your door and left. 

Flowers wait for you the following day at work, golden yellow blooms surrounded by deep green foliage. When you open the card, it just says ‘soon’, and you smile, your face heating as your co-workers ask you about the beautiful flowers and who sent them. Your morning is spent giving details about Maekar, and daydreaming about what was to come. 

It meant a lot that he was happy to take it slowly with you, for all you were well past the age of needing your hand held through dating etiquette, it also had been a very long time. You still thought of all the mistakes you made with Ormund constantly, how you should have realised sooner what he was doing to you, how easily he'd isolated you and kept you from anyone that might have been able to help. You'd only had one date with Maekar and you were already analysing every single syllable that he'd spoken, every slight movement he made.

The flowers were beautiful, but what if they meant more than you were ready for?

You pull out your phone, and text Maekar before you can stop yourself,

Thank you for the flowers, you shouldn't have.

Ormund had once sent you flowers, and when you'd sent a similar message to him, he'd bombarded you with more flowers, sweets, trinkets. You'd enjoyed being spoiled then, but you would see a tactic like that for what it was now, you were certain of it. Maekar responds about twenty minutes later, and you feel the blood drain from your face as you read the words,

I haven't sent you flowers?

They were from Ormund. There was no other explanation. Heart pounding painfully against your ribcage, breathing harshly like you'd run a mile, you beg your manager's leave and say you're too sick to stay, and go before they can stop you.

Every person you pass resembles the husband you don't want to acknowledge, wearing a cold knowing smirk. Every stranger's casual pass on the street sent you jumping into the air, curses spilling from your lips. No one was safe to you, they all could be his spies-

Your phone rings, and you squeak in alarm before you pull yourself together enough to look at the screen and see it's Maekar. You should ignore the call, you need to run, and he can no longer be a part of your life, but you're weak. You want to hear his voice one last time,

“Maekar, I-”

“You didn't answer my message, I was worried, are you well?”

You stop in the street, ducking into the doorway of a closed down restaurant to answer, “N-no. I'm sorry for the confusion, it's just-”

“Who sent you those flowers?” His voice went hard, “Where are you?”

“I'm- I need to go home-” you cut yourself off, “the flowers are from my- an ex. I just want to get home,” you don't say that you've hidden money at your home, and you need it to start over again. It's foolish, you know that. If Ormund knew where you worked, there was a good chance he knew where you lived.

But there was also a chance that he didn't know. You couldn’t take the risk of leaving without your coin, there would be no trace of where you went that way.

“Your ex?” Maekar sounded an ill fitting combination of angry and bemused, “You never told me-”

“I didn't have to tell you anything, Maekar!” You interrupt him, ignoring the stab in your heart for what you would say next, “We're not a couple, and we never will be. This isn't what I want… you're not what I want,” you close your eyes as you hear a pained gasp, “goodbye,”

You hang up before he can say anything else to you, and resume your journey back to your apartment. 

You push your way into your apartment, taking a moment to stand in the doorway. Nothing seems out of place, everything feels still and quiet… you go to your hidey spot immediately, lifting the floorboard easily and pulling out the box that held all the money you'd hidden and saved. You also pull out your wedding band, vowing to sell it when you can this time. 

It only takes a minute to pack essentials, and you head to the door, leaving a wistful look at your ‘friends’, knowing you can't take them with you, you'd have to start your collection again… you frown as you stare at them.

You hadn't noticed last night, but one of your stuffed animals was out of place, and you knew that because it always stood at the back as it was so tall. It now stood closer to the front, blocking out some of the smaller animals. You should be running, you should be halfway back to the ground floor after getting in the elevator. A taxi to the closest station to bring you to the North would be your next step. But instead, you walk to your stuffed animal, and take him down. Stomach sinking as you realise it's heavier than it should be.

The camera isn't that big, it's probably why you didn't notice the lens pointing at your apartment through a hole that was ripped into the belly of the bear that housed it. You take it out, staring at the cursed thing, and then throw it to the floor and stamp on it. It only takes one time to shatter it to pieces, but your breath comes out in ragged bursts, your lips pulled back from your teeth in a snarl, and you hiss,

“Fuck you!”

Standing, you rush to the front door, hoping that Ormund had seen that, that he was as angry as you were, that his impotent anger would give rise to a heart attack and he would die so you would never have to see or think about him again-

You freeze as you pull open your door. Ormund is on the other side, a terrible smirk on his face,

“Hello, wife,”

A brief look of surprise crosses his face when you go to bolt past him and into the hallway where you would yell and shout and scream, but he's faster than you. Ormund grabs you on a grunt of effort, his hand covers your mouth immediately, cutting off the noise you wanted to make, and dragging you back into your apartment. You stumble into the living room when he pushes you away from him, staring helplessly as he takes a key from an inner pocket in his jacket and locks the door. Ormund takes his time, carefully putting the key back, zipping up the pocket, running his fingers through his hair and taking a deep breath before he turns to face you.

A million memories rush through your head as you watch your husband wrestle his temper back under his control. Ormund was a nightmare made flesh when he wanted to be. A man who could be calm, composed, even charming… until something happened that he didn't like. Too many times you'd dodge objects thrown at your head, vile insults thrown at you, belongings smashed to pieces or your clothing torn to shreds.

And those were just the times he didn't target you personally. There were places on your body that still ached after his temper had been levied at you. Usually Ormund preferred to keep your body and skin intact, choosing instead to torment you with implements and toys that would have you screaming and begging, but occasionally he would hurt you. His favourite then would be a cane or paddle.

The last time this had happened had been for the crime of thanking a delivery driver in passing. You don't even think you truly looked at the man's face, but that hadn't mattered to your vengeful husband.

You absentmindedly rub against the small raised scar on your palm from when he'd used the cane there. It had made Ormund even more angry that you'd bled and couldn't touch him as he wanted. The smell of the blood had sent him from you though, which had been a blessing, and one of his brainwashed cousins had helped you bandage it. 

His eyes drop to your hands, and a gentle smile crosses his face as he looks back at you,

“I've felt your loss much like the wound that caused that scar, wife. I should have brought that cane for you to use on me, it would hurt less than your betrayal. I mean, Kingslanding? You know I hate this city and how it reeks,”

Of course you'd known, the fact that the city did have an odour was a large reason for the appeal of hiding here. That and there were millions of people crammed within the almost labyrinthine streets. You were supposed to blend in.

You don't respond, waiting for Ormund to do or say something. Bitterness chokes you, he didn't love you, not truly. You couldn't give him the heirs he wanted, and he'd blamed you for tricking him, then proceeded to sleep with every woman within that wretched compound of his family’s and you had to witness several children being born who had their fathers eyes or smile or hair. You were worthless to him now, why did he even want you back?

Eventually, Ormund sighs, and takes a step closer to you, “You are still my wife, as witnessed by Gods and man. Consummated under the seven pointed star, and confirmed to the Septon by mine own father,” he took your hand, his thumb rubbed your scar gently, “you cannot run away from me again, wife, from your duty to me and my family,”

“Why?” You snatch your hand back, “Please don't lie to me. You don't love me. Men who love don't hurt their women as you did, and I'm no good for breeding, so why?!”

Ormund cups your cheek with his free hand, your eyes meet his, and you swear for a brief moment that you see tears in his eyes. The fingers brushing yours clasp your hand more firmly, it's almost reflex to hold onto him in return. He drops his forehead to yours, his scent filling your nostrils, and yet more memories come. Good ones. Early ones where you used to tease him for his excessive grooming and cologne. Where he would laugh, then tackle you to the bed so he could rub the fresh scents onto you and bury his face in your neck.

The strongest one he wore was one you'd picked out for him, after hours of careful selection. That's the one you can smell so clearly now, the one that brings tears to your own eyes as Ormund whispers in a broken voice,

“Can you not believe that I have changed? That I miss you, and I want to do better?”

You raise your own hand to mirror his, the slight feeling of stubble against your palm telling you he'd not shaved that morning like he usually would. The first tear falls,

“Ormund… I-”

“Please… just let me take you back home. We'll forget all about this. Start again,”

Perhaps you could try to believe him. So many memories of what you had with Ormund are good, that's what makes the pain of his betrayal and abuse worse. He can be a good boyfriend, husband, lover. He was the best man you'd ever known until…

“We could run away together,” you rush out, pulling away enough so you can meet his eyes, “we can go away and start again, man and wife, I have some money saved, look-” you pull out your coin, showing him your stash. It's modest but there is enough there to hire cars out of the city, take the train… wherever. There was more on this earth than the Seven Kingdoms. You could find somewhere to make a life.

An alarm bell rings in your head, too small to pay attention to, when Ormund takes your stash with a curious look. He looks through it… and finds your wedding ring. Your stomach lurches when you see it, fear punching through you enough that you try and jerk away without thinking. Ormund's hand grabs yours before you can move, lightning fast and just as painful. You wince as he squeezes, trembling as his voice drops to a dangerous level,

“You almost made me forget, wife. Of course a whore like you wouldn't be wearing my possession anymore,”

Tears are falling now, enough that you can taste the salt on your lips, “I'm no who-”

“I saw you with that man!” Ormund takes your wrist, pulling on your arm until you cry out, your body pressed to his. A moan escapes when he points to the camera you'd all but forgotten about, “I instructed my men to install that. I couldn't be here, I'd have kidnapped you the second I saw you, so they helped me. I just wanted to know,” he traces your cheek with his free hand, “if you were no longer my wife. If you were too changed. I might have let you be, you know… but I saw you kiss that man,”

“Please, Ormund-”

“A wife must stay true to her lawful husband, lest she be punished,” he closes his hand around your throat in a grip just this side of bruising, “you will beg forgiveness with your mouth, and then return to Oldtown with me for further penance. You belong to me!”

Ormund leans forward, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, “On your knees, wife,”

***

Maekar slammed his phone to the table, cracking the screen and sending him further into a rage. No one knew where you were, everyone from the Gold Cloaks to your work colleagues thought you had left of your own free will, but he knew better. You wouldn't have left those damn toys behind, he'd witnessed your joy in collecting them over the months you'd become friends. And you'd been so scared on the phone.

He missed you, and Maekar vowed he would raze cities for you to find you. Unfortunately that meant calling someone he didn't want to, but who was far more adept at finding people than anyone knew. Maekar managed to get his phone to work, sighing when Brynden's voice came through,

"Say daddy got me here on time," Maegor answered promptly, parroting the response they'd practiced.

"That's right. She'll be impressed."

Aerion helped Maegor out of the truck, grabbing the small backpack with sunscreen, wipes, a change of clothes, and cash for the games. As they walked toward the entrance, he kept scanning the parking lot, half-hoping to see your car pull in, half-terrified that you'd actually show up and he'd have to navigate another afternoon of pretending he wasn't still in love with you.

The fairgrounds were already bustling with families enjoying the afternoon. Children with sticky faces ran between booths, older kids gathered near the rides, and couples shared food on benches under the shade. It was the kind of place Aerion had avoided as a teenager—too many people, too much noise—but he'd found himself looking forward to bringing Maegor here, sharing something that felt wholesome. Something that was nothing like his own childhood.

"Where first?" he asked, lifting Maegor so he could see over the crowd.

"'umper cars! An' the ducks! An' the fish game!" Maegor listed, his voice rising with excitement.

They made their way through the gates, paying the entrance fee, and were immediately confronted by the overwhelming noise and color of the fair. Maegor's eyes were wide as they stood in line for the bumper cars. He was chattering a mile a minute about how Cousin Valarr said he would get him any car he wanted when he turned sixteen.

Valarr had visited that Thursday. He'd come by the shop to deliver some parts and had ended up staying for dinner at Maekar's. Maegor worshipped his cousin, hanging on his every word about the city and the company, the cars, and the enormous headquarters that overlooked King's Landing. Aerion tried not to let it bother him. He really did; none of it was Valarr’s fault. But every story about another dealership opening, or another shiny company truck parked outside some glass office building, reminded him that there had been a time his father should’ve been standing beside Baelor. A time when Aerion himself would’ve probably ended up there too. Instead, Maekar had chosen his pride, and Aerion had inherited it.

"He said Mommy could have one too," Maegor added, looking up at him. "A pretty one with—"

"Yeah, well, Val likes showin' off," Aerion cut in. "Don't mean anythin'. Your mama likes her car just fine."

Maegor seemed to accept that, considering he was turning his attention back to the ride as they moved forward in line. But Aerion couldn't shake the irritation that had settled in his chest. He knew Valarr had only been kind—hell, he'd been trying to make the kid happy—but the reminder of everything Aerion couldn't give him stung more than it should have.

They were nearing the front of the line when he caught sight of you through the crowd. You were standing near the entrance, looking around with a small smile as you watched the groups of people pass by. The sight of you hit him right in the chest. You were wearing the same sundress you wore to the car show the last time you were all out together. Your hair was down in waves, and you held your hand up to shield your eyes as you scanned the fairground.

For a split second, Aerion considered staying where he was. Just getting on the cars with Maegor and letting you find them after. But then Maegor spotted you and let out a yell that turned multiple heads in his direction.

"Mommy!"

Your face lit up when you saw your son waving frantically. Aerion forced himself to breathe normally as you wove through the crowd, reminding himself at least twice before you got to them that this was just a day out with the boy. Nothing more.

"Hey, sweet boy!" You scooped Maegor up as soon as you reached them, spinning him around as he giggled. "I was looking everywhere for you two."

"Daddy got me here on time!" Maegor announced proudly.

You set him down, smoothing his hair as you smiled at Aerion. "You did. I'm impressed. Did your daddy tell you to tell me that?"

"We practiced!"

Aerion felt a flush creeping up his neck. "We didn't practice nothin'—kid came up with that himself."

"Sure he did. Thank you for bringing him."

"Just thought he'd have more fun with both of us. 'Specially since you've been workin' so much."

The line moved forward, and it was their turn to board the bumper cars. Maegor insisted on riding alone, despite being barely tall enough to reach the steering wheel. Aerion helped him buckle in, then moved to the car next to him. You found a spot across from them and waved at Maegor before the ride began.

For the next three minutes, Maegor laughed hysterically every time Aerion rammed into your car. His high-pitched giggles carried over the noise of the ride, and you were laughing too, your hair flying as you tried to steer away from his persistent attacks. Aerion found himself watching you more than he was focusing on driving, mesmerized by the carefree joy on your face.

When the ride ended, Maegor ran over to you, still breathless from his earlier laughter. "Mommy, you're the worst driver ever!"

"I seem to recall your daddy teaching me how to drive, so whose fault is that really?"

"Hey now," Aerion protested. "I taught you just fine. You were the one who kept gettin' distracted."

"By what?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You know damn well what."

You did know. You'd both been distracted by each other constantly in those early days, when even a simple drive to the grocery store felt like an excuse to be close. Aerion remembered parking in empty lots where the windows fogged up, your laughter turning into something else entirely as hands explored and promises were made. He pushed the memory away before it could take hold, focusing instead on Maegor, who was now asking about the next ride.

The afternoon passed in a whirlwind of sugary treats and the constant sound of Maegor's delighted laughter. You rode the small ferris wheel, where Maegor insisted on sitting between you and holding both your hands as the car swayed gently at the top. Aerion won a plastic sword at the ring toss. You won a ridiculous stuffed octopus after popping balloons with darts, which Maegor immediately declared was joining his "army."

It was during the fish game that things began to shift. Maegor was determined to win a massive stuffed bear that was nearly as tall as he was, but his coordination wasn't quite there yet. After his third unsuccessful attempt, his bottom lip began to tremble.

"I can't get it..."

"Hey," Aerion crouched down beside him. "It's just a dumb toy. You already got a sword, plus that octopus."

"But I want the bear," Maegor whined. He was one more inconvenience away from crying.

Aerion saw you move before he could start. You’d always been quicker to catch the little things like the hitch in Maegor’s breath and the way his little fists clenched when he was trying not to tear up. By the time he turned his head, you were already kneeling beside your son, rubbing a hand up and down his back. "Bug, maybe we could try another game? Look, they have—"

"No! I want the bear!"

"You'll get the damn bear, Maegor." Aerion grabbed his shoulder, turning the boy to face him. "But you ain't about to raise your voice at your mama 'cause you can't win some rigged game."

"But—"

"No buts. Now, d'you wanna try again, or are we done here?"

Maegor's chin wobbled, but he nodded. Aerion exchanged a quick glance with you before turning back to the game attendant. He didn't let Maegor play alone this time. He stood behind him, guiding his hands slightly as they worked the mechanism together. When the little plastic fish finally landed in the moving bucket, Maegor nearly passed out from the excitement.

"I did it! I did it, Daddy!"

Aerion couldn't help but laugh at the pure joy on his son's face as the bear was handed over. The thing was so big that Maegor could barely carry it, so you ended up holding it while Aerion carried Maegor on his shoulders with the octopus and sword stuffed into his backpack.

As they walked away from the game booth, you fell into step beside them. "That was nice of you, Aerion. He would've been crushed."

"He was bein' a brat. Just didn't want him makin' a scene."

"He's four," you said gently. "Emotions are big when you're little."

"Well, he gets that from his mama. Always has been sensitive."

"Is that right? And what about his temper? Where does that come from?"

"Fuck off. I ain't got no temper."

You laughed. The sound of it made him turn his head to look at you, catching the way the sun caught in your eyes. You were looking up at Maegor with your nose scrunched like you did when you were really happy, and suddenly, Aerion was overwhelmed with the memory of all the times he'd seen that exact expression when it was directed at him.

"Want some funnel cake?" he asked abruptly, gesturing toward a food stand.

"I thought you didn't like sweet things."

"Maegor does." He didn't mention that he also wanted to see you lick powdered sugar off your fingers, but the thought was there nonetheless.

"Okay, funnel cake sounds perfect."

The three of you found a bench a ways off from the petting zoo and food vendors. You and Aerion shared the sticky pastry while Maegor talked about his plan to sleep with all of his new stuffed animals, and his dragon, of course. Aerion tried to focus on his son's excited chatter, but he kept getting distracted by you. By the way you carefully tore off pieces of the funnel cake, by the sugar dusting your lips, by the way you listened to Maegor with your full attention, making him feel like the most important person in the world, which to you he was.

It was the same way you'd always listened to him, back when he'd had big dreams and even bigger insecurities. Back when he'd believed he could be the man you deserved, before he proved himself wrong time and time again.

It was maddening how easily he could slip back into wanting you. You hadn't slept together in months—not since the night you'd called him crying because the plumbing had burst and he'd spent six hours fixing it, only to end up on the floor of your living room with your legs wrapped around him and his face buried in your neck. He'd woken up at 4 AM and driven home feeling like the biggest piece of shit in the Crownlands. It should have been enough time to get over the taste of your skin or the sound of your sighs, but when you hugged him for getting your car running last week, his mind and body remembered exactly how well you fit together. And sitting here now, watching you laugh at something Maegor said, he felt that same pull he'd felt when he was eighteen and being called an idiot by his father for wanting to charge you for a tire. The same pull that had him glued to the seat at the diner until he could justify talking to you again.

The moment was broken when Maegor suddenly announced he had to go to the bathroom. Aerion stood up, but you waved him back down.

"I'll take him," you said, already gathering the remains of the funnel cake. "You can watch the bear."

Aerion grunted out his agreement, watching as you led Maegor toward the restrooms. Left alone with his thoughts, he pulled out a cigarette. As he lit it with slightly shaky hands, he knew he should quit, especially with Maegor getting older and becoming more aware of everything, but some habits were too ingrained to break easily. That, and he didn't really want to. The smoking helped. The drinking helped. He knew it didn't really fix anything, but it took the edge off. Because the edge was the problem. That constant simmer that threatened to boil over when he least expected it. The same temper that had ruined his relationship with you, the same pride that kept him from properly apologizing. The constant feeling of not measuring up. The nights when he'd look at his son and wonder how the hell he was going to make sure he didn't end up like him.

"You look like you're plotting something."

He recognized that voice the second he heard it. He didn't even need to look up to confirm; that nasty feeling crawling up the back of his neck was enough. He knew the moment that he did, his otherwise perfect day would be ruined by the sight of a polo shirt and polished leather shoes in the middle of a county fair.

"Valarr."

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"Having trouble with the door, sweetheart?"

You froze.

Slowly, painfully, you turned your head.

Bruce stood in the doorway with his arms folded, still in a grey Wayne Enterprises suit, looking far less angry than he looked... disappointed.

"...Hi, Daddy."

"Hi honey."

Silence stretched between you.

You glanced at the window.

Then back at him.

"...This isn't what it looks like."

Bruce raised an eyebrow.

"You're halfway out of a fourth-story window."

"I was... getting fresh air."

"With a backpack?"

"...Prepared fresh air."

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You have three fractured ribs, a concussion, and stitches that Alfred specifically told you not to pull."

"I wasn't going on patrol."

"I know."

"...Peter wanted to watch movies."

"I know."

Your eyes widened. "You knew?"

"He texted me."

You stared.

"He what?"

Bruce reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and calmly read aloud.

'Mr. Wayne, I promise I wasn't encouraging her to do anything dangerous. I actually tried talking her out of climbing the window.

Please don't be mad at her. Or me. Mostly me.'

You groaned loud enough to wake the ancestors.

"He snitched on me."

"He informed me."

"He snitched."

Bruce fought the smallest smile, "I appreciate his honesty."

You sighed dramatically before climbing back inside, wincing as your ribs reminded you exactly why you were on bed rest.

"Weren't you at the Gala? You weren't supposed to be home for another couple of hours."

Bruce waited until both your feet were firmly on the floor.

"You're grounded baby."

"What?"

"No patrol. No sneaking out. No leaving the Manor until Leslie clears you."

"You do a better job of keeping me in the house than you do the Joker in Arkham." You grumbled

Your father stared at you for a long moment.

"...Okay that was funny, but I'm not changing my mind."

"Worth a shot."

He walked over, gently adjusted the blanket that had slipped off your shoulders, and rested a hand on the top of your head.

"You scared me enough already."

The teasing vanished from your face.

"...I'm sorry."

"I know."

By breakfast the next morning, somehow, everyone knew.

Jason spotted you first, grinning.

"How'd prison treat you?"

"I hate you."

"Nah."

Dick slid into the chair beside you with entirely too much enthusiasm, "I heard you got caught trying to Rapunzel your way out of the Manor."

Tim didn't even look up from his cereal.

"You know Bruce installed motion sensors on your balcony after you were fourteen, right?"

"...He what?"

"You've been sneaking out through the monitored window for years."

Damian looked up from his tea with all the dignity of a judge delivering a sentence.

"A profoundly embarrassing performance, Sister."

You buried your face in your hands, "I don't want to talk about it."

Cass quietly reached over and patted your shoulder.

"...Peter brought cookies."

You looked up hopefully.

"He left them with Alfred." She added

Jason smirked. "Grounded with snacks."

Dick nodded solemnly. "Could be worse."

"It literally couldn't."

From the other end of the table, Bruce calmly took a sip of coffee.

"It could."

Everyone looked at him.

"You could have lost phone privileges." The table erupted into horrified gasps.

You pointed accusingly at him. "You're bluffing."

Bruce hid another smile behind his mug.

"...Am I?"

You don’t know what possessed you to invite Valko in when your step-brother, Caleb had to leave to go out for something he left at aviation school, but you did and now here you was with his long thick cock wedged between your thighs as your pussy leaks juices along his hard shaft. You tilt your head back and moan in his ear as your hands scramble to pull at the short reddish auburn hair at his nape.

Honestly, what where you thinking when you answered the door in nothing but a towel on since you had just gotten out of the shower.  You even made the stupid decision to let him inside when he offered to wait for Caleb to return. But you always had a crush on Valko from the moment you saw him at a party with Caleb two and half years ago.

“Fuck, pup...” came his gruff voice as his hands grip your waist tightly. He drags his hips back and forth, sliding his dick between your silky thighs as your pussy leaks your slick juices; his precum dripping from his tip with every thrust. Valko throws his head back as he resists the urge to hike your leg up and push his thick cock deep into your aching pussy. You were still his best friend’s precious sister, blood or not between you and Caleb. Valko wonders if he should be an asshole and give you what you were clearly begging him everytime you slide that deliciously wet cunt over his shaft, moaning his name so sweetly in his ear.  A growl rumbles in his chest as he leans over and places his lips next to your ear and says, “You want me to fuck you, don’t you slutty pup? That‘s why you answered the door in nothing but your towel? Why you invited me up to your room? C’mon tell me~”

You let out a whimper as you curl your fingers around his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin. Your mouth parts, but no words formed as you buck and grind your hips faster, stroking his cock as your squeeze your thighs. You were so close, yet you could quiet bring yourself to that climax. A soft whimper rises in your throat as you open your eyes to gaze into Valko’s warm amber ones. “Val...ko...” You moan out softly, your head rolling back as his teeth nip at the tender flesh of your neck. The steady wet, plop-plop-plop of your skin meeting as he works you faster over his throbbing dick fills your head.

You knew in the back as a gush of your juices leaks out your cunt, coating his dick with your arousal. Dull white teeth bury into the plush of your bottom lip as you try to gather your thoughts. You knew that you shouldn’t be doing this. Your step brother could return any minute now and find you grinding your pussy over his best friend’s dick or worse. Valko fucking you. “I..I shouldn’t...fucking hell that feels so fucking good...We shouldn’t Vah-” Your voice breaks off in a moan when his hand slips between you two and his deft fingers find your clit, rubbing it in controlled tight circles that had you keening as your pussy gushes more, coating your thighs in cream.

“Hmm? You say something, Little red?” His lips curl into a wolfish smile, canines gleaming in the dim lighting of your room as he all but purrs the nickname out. His thumb continues to rub slow meticulous circles over your throbbing little clit until your keens turn into broken sobs. He stops pumping his hips, letting you grind down on his as his free hand comes up to cup your jaw and turns your eyes back onto his. “I asked you a question, pup? Gonna answer me or are you too blissed out, hmm? You want my cock in you?”

Your eyes dart over to your door. You locked it, right? Tongue slipping out to glide over your bottom lip as you swallow thickly, you nod your head and hike your leg up over his hip. “Fuck me, Valko. Please? I need to feel you.” You reach down behind you to grab his cock and position it at your entrance as you stand on your tip toes to rub the velvety head through your folds, coating the tip in your essence and feel his pre-cum leaking from the slit. “Ahh, please....I need it...Valko~”

The saccharine sound of your voice moaning his name so syrupy sweet was his undoing. He hooks your leg up in the crook of his arm, opening you up more for him as he bends his knees slightly as he lines up with your slick hole. Slowly, he pushes the large pierced mushroomed crown of his swollen cock into your tight little pussy. He rocks his hips back and forth as he works open your entrance until he breaches your channel and slides inch by delicious inch, every barbel of his Jacob's ladder scraping along your inner walls. His head falls back as he voice turns into a low whimper as his breathes, “Fuck..you’re so wet and warm. Could stay in this pussy forever.” His other hand hooks under your opposite leg, hoisting you up  to bounce you up and down on his cock, the reverse Prince Albert piercing battering against your cervix every time he bottoms out. “Take every single bit of me, little red~”

“Vah-” Your words come out in the choked moan as your arms come up to wrap around his neck as your legs dangle from the crooks of his elbows. The steady schlik schlik of your sopping pussy clinging to his dick with every thrust echoes in your head. Your eyes widen as you feel the row of piercings dragging along the inner walls of your cunt. How did you forget that Valko was pierced?! It was too much. Valko was too much. Stretching your little cunt to the limit and each thurst felt like he was trying to fuck past your cervix and into your womb, The pierced tip battering your insides, but it was all you could do was moan and cry out for him as his teeth left marks over your neck and chest. You feel his nose pressing into the crook of your neck and shoulder as he breathes in your scent. A gasp rises up in your chest as your feel his tongue drag over your pulse point.

The door to your room creaks open and you lift your head in surprise to see Caleb leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed and eye brow lifted.  He watches as Valko continues to bounce you on his cock, listening to the lewd sounds of your fucking. Just as you were about to shove Valko away, Caleb raises his hand and a smirk teases at his lips. “Val, you started without me. You’re such a bad boy.”

Valko lifts his head from your neck, never stopping his thrusting into your weeping cunt, a wolfish smile curls at his lips as he purrs out. “Sorry about that ‘leb. Pussy smelled too good to resist anymore.” He laughs softly as he turns back to look at you, that wolfish grin increasing until you swore you could see fangs gleaming in his mouth. He lets out a groan as your puffy walls squeeze down on him and his hands move to grip the rounded flesh of your ass to move you even faster. A growl rumbles in his chest as he tosses his head back, losing himself into the warm, wet feeling of your cunt gushing over his length, juices running down to his heavy balls. “Fuck, pup, you’re squeezing me s’tightly. You like that you got caught? Such a naughty girl~” He could feel the telltale signs of his orgasm approaching and he growled as he gritted his teeth. 

Were you ready to learn the truth?

Caleb’s eyes trail over the many blooming marks that litters your neck and shoulders as the lewd, wet sounds of skin meeting skin echoes throughout the room. His cock jumps in his pants as he hears the sounds of your whimpers as Valko fucks into you faster, harder. “She is a nasty girl, aint she, Val? Bet she wants us both, huh? Is that why you didn’t lock the door, pipsqueak?” He pushes himself off the door frame and stalks his way over to where you were, slowly stripping out of his clothes until his heavy cock bobs between his legs, pre-cum drooling from the leaky tip. He reaches where you were keening on Valko’s dick, his large hand wrapping around your waist and pressing down on the faint imprint on your belly, making you squeal out. “Feels good having my best friend so deep in your guts, meimei?”

Your eyes roll back when Caleb calls you that, drool seeping out your lips as you throw your head back with a lewd cry of his name. “That’s it...Cum on Valko’s cock for me, pips. That’s a good girl.” He watches as your body convulses, shaking and trembling as your back arches and your walls flutter around the redhead. “That’s a good meimei...Come here.” Caleb pulls you off of Valko and into his arms, shooting his best friend a  knowing look when he hears the growl that bubbles in the other man’s chest. He lifts you up on his shoulders, his nose nuzzles your slick inner thighs. “I’m borrowing her for a minute, Val? You don’t mind, do you?” Caleb moved over to your bed, hovering your body over it. “Let me clean up this mess you made, yeah?” Before you could even say anything, your back slams against your mattress as Caleb’s skilled tongue works its way through your folds. Your fingers immediately fly to his short brown hair, unsure if it was you pull him away or push him closer to your already sensitive core. “Gege!” You cry out, thrashing weakly underneath his massive body. Your clit was buzzing, throbbing in tune with your fluttering heart as you shook your head from side to side. You had just cum and yet, from the quick flicks and licks from Caleb’s tongue he was seeking to make you do it again. Your body lurches when he circles your leaky hole with his ring and middle fingers before slowly easing them inside. “Caleb!”

Caleb purrs into your cunt, slurping lewdly as your juices continue to leak out, making sure to catch her drop into his ravenous mouth. His presses his fingers in deep, curling them until he finds that rough, spongy patch that never ceases to make you cream and gush on his face. “C’mon...give gege what he wants. Then he’ll fill this pretty pussy up with his cock just like always~” His licks turn into quick lashes of his tongue against your pulsing clit as his fingers increase their pace. He ruts his hips into the mattress to find some relief as he slurps at your throbbing clit, massaging it with his lips and tongue as he thrusts into your weeping hole vigorously.

Valko whimpers as he strokes his hand over his aching cock, smearing your slick juices over the length, his palm gliding over the six barbells pierced on the underside of his shaft. He licks his lips as his eyes close as he pictures his hand as your sweet little cunt squeezing him as he fucks his firsts to sound of your moans. “Fuck, ‘leb...just had to take her before I could breed that little pussy, huh?”

Caleb lifts his head to shoot his best friend, a knowing smirk. His violet eyes to see the way his cock was twitching under his palm, the base trying to swell up. “Soon, Val...” Was his reply as his fingers found that spot that makes your body tremble as you squeak out. Your walls pulse and flutter around his fingers as he draws out of your orgasm. He sits up and kisses you, his tongue slipping inside and letting your taste yourself still clinging to his lips. “Pips, who do you want to fuck you? Me or Valko? Choose quickly or we’ll just take turns~”

You were reduced to a babbling mess of incoherent words. You did want Caleb’s cock knocking down  your walls like always whenever you two were alone, but this would be the first time you had an audience.Your eyes dart over to where Valko was standing, cock in hand as he strokes his fist over the thick length, each barbel shiny with traces of your slick cum as a bead of his milky seed drools down the barbel through his fat tip, You lick your lips, pink tongue gliding over them before you swallow. Your chest was still panting from the back to back orgasms, clit still buzzing from pleasure as you whine out your answer . “Want my gege to fuck me as I suck Valko off.” You flutter your lashes as you lift your hand in a weak effort to beckon Valko over.

Caleb’s lips curl into a smirk as he tips his head at his best friend. “You heard her, Val? She wants to suck your cock while I pound this sweet little cunt.” He grabs his dick by the base and rubs the leaking tip through your glistening folds. His eyes find his best friend’s amber ones as Valko crawls over to the head of the bed and lets you rest your head on his well muscled thigh. “Go on, meimei~ Suck him off.” He lines up with your quivering hole as he pushes your legs to your chest. “Stay just like this, pips.”

Before you could say anything, Caleb thrusts his length into your weeping hole, not giving you a chance to adjust as he begins a slow brutal pace. Your mouth drops open in a moan of his name as your hands grip his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh and leaving red crescent shapes. 

“Aww, don’t forget about Valko, pipsqueak. Just look at how hard he is for you.” Caleb lets out a chuckle through his nose as drool begins to seep out of the corner of your mouth. His hips snap into yours, stretching your inner walls as you desperately try to squeeze around him. “Fuucckk,” He curses lowly under his breath as he slows his pace just enough for you to think properly. “Let Valko see those pretty eyes while you take him down that pretty throat, pipsqueak...” He smiles when you open your mouth and stick out your tongue.

Valko runs his fingers through your hair, his nails feeling sharp against your scalp. He takes his other hand and guides the pierced tip to your awaiting tongue. A shudder rolls down his spine as you swirl his tip around before suckling it. “Fuck, such a good girl.” His eyes began to glow as his hand reached around to wrap gently around your throat. “That’s it, red. Relax your throat f’me~ You can take me deeper. Yesss....” He hisses when you do as he says, the muscles of your neck relaxing and allowing him to slide even deeper, the six rows of barbels scarping along the walls, His thumb presses gently on the bulge his cock was making as he slowly thrusts his hips. “Fuck, Caleb....I don’t know how much longer I can hold out...”

You whimper as the two men share your body, pussy suelching as Caleb fucks you into the mattress as your mouth stretches to accommodate Valko’s thick cock. Spit pools on your tongue as you breathe, bubbles forming and popping with each thrust and leaving thick strings of spittle clinging to the neatly trimmed patch of auburn hair at Valko’s base. You swirl your tongue around his cock as you squeeze and clench your pussy around Caleb. Your ankles lock themselves around your step-brother’s neck as your free hand reaches to wrap around Valko’s cock to stroke what couldn’t fit. That’s when you felt it. The slight swelling at his base.

Caleb looks at his best friend, seeing the way his teeth were gritted and his fingers were trembling. A smug smirk spreads over his lips. You were in for a treat then. Thrusting inside deeply and holding it, grinding his pelvis against your clit, he feels your body convulse and a stream of hot liquid splashes up between you two. Caleb then reaches out and places his hand on Valko’s head, scratching. “Let go,Val.”

Valko’s body freezes as a pair of fluffy wolf ears spring up on his head and long thick tail fluffs out behind him, springing out the base of his spine. His canines lengthen into fangs as his pupils constrict slightly as the amber lightens to a golden sheen. “Fuck, Caleb.” Valko’s voice was a hard growl as he shakes his head, ears twitching on top of his head. “I need to be back inside her, breeding her until she’s stretched out on my knot.” 

Feeling your juices running down to his balls, Caleb removes his hand from Valko’s ears after flicking one playfully. “You wanna knot my meimei, Val?” He says teasingly as his hand slips between your thighs and quickly finds your clit. You let out a choked moan around Valko’s cock, still unaware of  the change in the wolf. Spittle spills from your mouth as you messily choke down Valko’s dick, your tongue swirling around his shaft. “You don’t wanna cum using her pretty little mouth?”

Valko growls once more as his squeezes his hand around your throat, pressing down more on the bulge his cock was making, he could feel his knot swelling as his dick twitched. His eyes glow a brilliant gold as he locks gazes with his best friend, noting the challenging look in Caleb’s violet eyes. “You and I both know it's not a good idea for me to cum in her mouth.” He lets out a whimper as a shiver crawls down his spine as your fingers move to caress his heavy sack. “Fucking hell, pup...I don’t wanna cum yet, but you’re making it hard~” His tail thumps lazily on the bed as he looks down at you. 

Caleb snaps his hips into yours once more, the wet smack echoing throughout the room, making you pull away from Valko’s cock to let out a scream of pleasure. “Gege!” You place your hand between you two, your hips pulling back to escape the intensity of his cockhead nudging so incessantly at your cervix, threatening to breach the tightly muscle. “Too much!”

He grabs your jaw gently with his left hand and pulls you in for another deep kiss, his tongue swirling in your mouth and licking up every drop of saliva. “Pipsqueak...” He purrs out before turning your face to look up at Valko. He chuckles as your eyes widen at the sight of the wolf ears twitching on top of the older man’s head. “Valko, here, wants to knot you. To breed that pretty little pussy and stuff you full of his cum. You want that, nasty girl?”

“What? Knot me?” Your gut twisted in anticipation as your eyes flicker between Valko and Caleb. Valko was a demihuman wolf? Your gaze drifts down to his cock and you could see that the base was more swollen than the rest of his shaft. You look up at Caleb, your bottom lip trembling as you nod. “Please? I’m on the pill, you know this, Caleb. I want to feel Valko’s knot...”

Valko’s lips twitch into a wide wolfish grin as he wraps her hand under your arms and pulls you off Caleb’s dick. “Gona borrow her back, ‘leb. You don’t mind so you?”He cheekily shot back the same line Caleb had said to him. “On your hands and knees, Little Red. Wanna see you present this pretty little pussy to me while I stuff you full of me~” He smiles and his eyes flashes as he watches as your lips part in a gasp. “That’s it, pup. Hands and knees for me. Such a good fucking girl.” He watches with sharp golden eyes as you flip around onto your hands and knees for him, back arching into a perfect bow as your ass wiggles enticingly in the air. “Look at how wet you are, pup. Fuck I can’t wait til I fill this needy hole. But first...”

Your body lurches when Valko smacks the flesh of your ass before lowering his head and swiping his tongue through your folds. “Shit!” You curse as you throw your head back, fingers curling into the sheets under you. “Vah-” Your words are cut off in a whimper as Caleb grips your jaw in his hands again, guiding your lips to his cock.

“Don’t forget about me, pipsqueak~ I still haven’t cum yet. You don't want gege to suffer, do you. C’mon, use that tongue while Valko gets you ready to take his knot.”

Valko growls as your taste spreads over his taste buds, better than even what you smelled like. “Fuck, red, you tatse s’good. Can get addicted to your flavor.” He pulls away, his tongue leaving a lon string of saliva behind before he gathers in all of the ti to spit it back on ti your protruding clit. His eyes watch as the glistening trail mixes with the slick juices that trickles out your quivering hole before leaning back in to capture it all on his tongue once more. His nose rubs at your folds as he shakes his head and thrusts his tongue in deep. 

You whine around Caleb’s dick as he guides your head in a steady rhythm by gripping your hair at the base of your skull. The thick tip of him battering the back of your throat as you swallow around him. Your belly flares with heat as you feel Valko begin to fuck your pussy wit his tongue in a similar way he had done with his cock earlier. You moan his name, the vibrations making Caleb groan out as his hips stutter in their rhythm.You try to pull away from the feeling of his tongue, but something soft and fluffy wraps around your waist and holds you in place as his hand smacks the round kesh of your ass.

”Nuh huh, pup...Stay right there and cum on my tongue for me. Let me drink you down before I fill you with my knot.” His tongue moves faster, working over your clit as his lips suction around it, Vlako starts letting out whiny little whimpers as he your scent fills him and his hips start canting and humping the air as his cock bobs heavily between his thighs, pre-cum leaking steadily from the tip. His thumb swipes over the puckered hole of your ass as he nudges at it gently, feeling your walls tighten around his tongue. “That’s it, lil’Red, you can do it. You're allowed to feel pleasure from my tongue. Squirt f’me. Squirt down my throat.”

The burning heat simmering low in your belly turns into a raging inferno as you hollow out your cheeks in a scream as your thighs quiver and your juices begin to leak out and drip down Valko’s awaiting tongue.”Mmph....” You swallow once more around Caleb’s cock as you feel your release squirt out of you, your thighs shaking and threatening to give out if Valko’s tail wasn’t supporting you as well as the firm grip his hands had on your asscheeks. You raise your eyes to look up at Caleb as you feel Valko pull away from your sensitive cunt to line his weeping tip up. 

Caleb catches your look and his hand cups your cheek that was pocketing his dick. “Take it, Pips. I know you can handle him.”

“You ready, pup?” Valko asks as he rubs the cool metal of his piercing along your folds, teasing your still buzzing clit from your orgasm. At your weak, pitiful sounding moan, Valko slowly pushes the flared, pierced head of his cock into your warm. A whine vibrates in his chest as his hands move to grip your waist, tail unfurling from around you to wag behind him. His jaw ached with the need to clamp down on your nape to hold you in place as he ruts his knot into you. “Fuckk...You’re still so goddamn tight even after Caleb pounded you into the mattress.” Valko sinks his cock in slowly, letting you feel every single inch, every bump of his Jacob’s ladder until his heavy sac smacks against your clit. 

You let out a garbled moan around Caleb’s cock as your tongue swirls around his shaft, drool leaking down your chin to drip over your chest. Pushing your hips back, you try to get Valko to set a fast pace, needing to feel him absolutely batter your insides with that pierced dick of his. You feel Caleb gather your hair at the base of your skull to pull you further down on his cock until your nose his buried in the neat brown hair trailing down his abs. you work your throat muscles around him as you turn your watery eyes up at him,  silently pleading with him to cum, to let you taste him on your tongue. You feel Valko’s fingers dig into your hips as he yanks you back onto his cock, fucking you at a brutal pace.

Caleb’s cock twitches within the warmth of your mouth and he knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer, especially if you kept looking at him with those eyes. “Shit, Pipsqueak, if you keep sucking me down like this, I’m gonna cum down this sinful little throat. That’s exactly what you want, huh?” He chuckles as he watches you nod your head, a hum of agreement vibrating down his length. His balls tighten as his cock swells slightly as he uses your hair to hold you close to his body. “Fuck...here it comes, naughty meimei~” Thick, creamy ropes of white paints your throat as Caleb’s body shivers from the force of his release. His breathing is hard as his softening cock slips out of your mouth. Caleb’s thumb reaches out to wipe at the excess that escaped your greedy little mouth. “She’s all yours, Val.”

No sooner than when those words left Caleb’s mouth, Valko’s wolf ears twitch as his fangs grit against each other. “C’mere, Red~” He growls as your hands move from your hips to your breasts as he sits back on his haunches. His hands squeeze at your breasts, tweaking your nipples until your voice is a high pitched whimper  as he thrusts up until you. He feels his knot swelling, pressing against your entrance with every thrust. “Fuck, gonna fill you with my knot, stuff you full of my cum, gonna breed you so fucking good.” His words came out in growls as one of his hands ghost back down your twitching little clit, rubbing it in fast circles. Valko bounces you up and down on his cock as his teeth bite down on the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Go on and cum for me again, mark with your scent, Red. Drown me in it.”

Your voice came out a high pitched keen as you scream out his name. Your juices squirt out of you, soaking the bed, your thighs and Valko’s thighs. “Valko...No more...I can’t...”

Valko chuckles. “I’m almost there.” He moves his hand away from your breasts and grabs your wrist and guides your hand down to the spot where you two were connected. “Feel that? That’s about to go inside you. You’re gonna be stuck with me for a while, You want that? Want my fat knot stretching that pretty hole? Yes, yes you do. Good fucking girl~” He snarls as his knot finally slips insidem growing bigger inside you as his balls tighten, drawing up as his cum paints your insides white in his color. His knot swells as he cums, keeping it all inside and not letting a single drop waste. “Fuck, you feel tat big fucking knot inside you, plugging in all that cum?”

You whine at the stretch, his knot filling your body and keeping Valko’s hot cum inside your body. “Haahh...” You let out a breath, spit clinging to your lips as your mouth hangs open. “Its so big...Feels so full...Valko....” Your arms reach behind you to curl around his neck, finger finding the fluffy ears perched on top of his head and the first thing tat came to your fucked out mind was, “Good boy, Valko...” You smile lazily as you could feel his cock still twitching inside you as his release slows to a trickle. Your head rolls back to rest against his shoulder as your chest heaves with every breath. you shift your gaze over to Caleb, who had already pulled on a pair of grey sweatpants. “How long?”

Caleb smirks. “How long what? His knot holds?  I don’t know, pips. First time I’ve seen him do this.” He flips Valko the bird with a grin. “Asshole move to start without me by the way, Val.”

Valko laughs as he wraps his arms around you, holding you close and nuzzling the top of your head. “Bout 30-45 minutes. Her fault for smelling so good.”

“I meant how long have you known Valko was a wolf demihuman?!” You arch your brow as you pinch Valko’s thigh. “And how is this my fault?”

The redhead shrugged, barely flinching when you pinch him. “Maybe don’t answer the door dressed only in a towel, Little Red? How are you by the way? I wasn’t too rough was I?”

"N-No, it was perfect..." Your face heats up as you realize that tis was kind of your fault for answering the door in just your towel, then inviting Valko up to your room. You huff and cross your arms over your chest, “Shut up, wolfie.” You gingerly touch the mark on your neck that is sharp teeth left behind. “Kinda stings here.”

Valko’s tongue immediately slips out and laps at the bite mark he left behind. “Better?”

“You’re still an asshole, Val.” Caleb walks over to examine the bite, making sure it didn’t need to be tended to and cleaned up properly.

“Shut up, ‘leb”

“Thank you my lady.” He says kissing the back of your hand, always making sure to be proper in public. “I have missed you, my wife.”

“I have missed you too.” You say smiling softly at the man, you both getting interrupted when a guard walks over.

“M’lord, what should we do with the boy?” The guard asks awkwardly, not wanting to interrupt but also not knowing what to do with the child.

“What boy?” You ask in confusion, not knowing of any boy joining your husband’s journey.

“Alicent gave me her son to ward.” Ormund explains, gesturing at a different guard to come over who looked like he was holding something in his arms.

“Aemond, the second son I presume?” You ask, thinking him to be the only option as Daeron is still so young and Aegon is the eldest son.

“You presume wrong my wife.” He responds the guard appearing at his side holding a young boy, who looks no older than 2. “Meet Prince Daeron Targaryen.”

“Oh he’s just a babe.” You coo taking the young boy from the guard, resting the sleepy boy on your hip. Him nuzzling into you, the guard clearly not being comfortable enough to sleep properly on. “You’re too young to be away from home.”

“This is his home now.” Your husband remarks, loving the look of you holding a child. “We also have his dragon.”

“A dragon?” You ask hoping you have somehow miss heard him.

“Yes, it’s rather smelly.” Ormund muses, being very sensitive to smell.

“I can’t say I’m surprised, it is a dragon.”

“We need to think of where to keep it.”

“Sara!” You call over your personal servant, the woman speaking with Ormund’s current squire. “Can you prepare the nursery near my chambers for the prince and speak with the kennel man to deal with the dragon.”

“Of course m’lady.” She responds quickly, curtsying to your husband before running off to prepare the nursery.

“He’s going in our children’s nursery?”

“We don’t have children for said nursery yet and I’m not letting the boy be left to the servants to raise.” You say having made up your mind, not caring that the boy is a prince only caring he’s been send away from the one place he knows on his own.

“I will speak with the kennel master about caring for the beast until the dragon keeper arrives within the fortnight.”

“Good, I can care for a child.” You say, knowing it will have difficult moments but you’ll manage. “A dragon? Not so much.”

“We will have a private dinner tonight, I wish to spent time with my wife.” He says giving you a gentle smile, silently dismissing you as he has things to do.

“Of course my Lord.” You say smiling at your husband, only looking away when you feel the boy trying to nuzzle into you, clearly trying to sleep. “Come on my little prince let’s get you into a proper bed.”

-

“He’s not behind the curtains.” You say dramatically after moving the curtain, playing hide and seek with your adopted son prince Daeron. The little boy giggling from under Ormund’s desk, the man working. A smile visible on his lips as he pretends to ignore you playing. “He’s not under the sofa. Where could he be?”

“Have to checked next to the bookshelves?” Ormund suggests, both of you preparing not to hear the giggles grow louder while you look at the bookshelves. Acting like you have no idea where the little boy could be. “If not I don’t know.”

“Wait, I think I hear something.” You say smiling stood in front of your husband’s desk, seeing little feet poking out the bottom. Bending down to look at the boy who’s covering his eyes while giggling, still at the age where he believes if he can’t see you, you can’t see him. “Oh, my Lord, I believe there’s a little dragon under your desk.”

“What? That can’t be possible.” He responds in fake disbelief, moving his chair back slightly so he can look under his desk, seeing the little giggling boy. “There’s nothing there my lady.”

“Really? Then what’s this.” You laugh pulling the little boy into your arms while lightly tickling him. The boy giggling even harder.

-

“We can’t go over it, we can’t go under it, we have to go through it.” You read while Daeron is cuddled up in your lap, you resting on Ormund’s favorite chair next to the unlit fire. The boy not feeling well, the maester telling you it’s just a common bug but that not stopping your worry.

“How is he?” Ormund asks entering your shared chambers, having made the meeting he was in end early given his worry for the boy, not that he’d ever admit it.

“Sleeping, his fever has broken at last.” You say brushing a sweaty strand of hair out of the sleeping boys face. “But I don’t want to leave his side.”

“Then I’ll sit with him while you sleep.” Ormund says not giving you the opportunity to refuse as he takes the sleeping boy from your arms. “You were up with him all night, you need to sleep it’s not good for the babe.”

“I’m only a few moons, I can stay up.” You say trying to reason with him, not wanting to be away from Daeron when he was poorly.

“No, bed now.” Ormund says giving you a look until you reluctantly stand up, him quickly taking the seat. “I’ve got him, go to sleep.”

“Are you sure?” You check, knowing you will only be the other side of the room but still worrying.

“Sleep.” He says sternly, not willing to let you win this one. You and Daeron having been up most of the night.

“You’re so bossy.” You complain climbing into bed and cuddling your husband’s pillow, refusing to admit you need sleep.

“That’s what you like about me.”

-

“Mama?” You hear being called while you walk down the corridors, trying to induce your labors, the maester saying it might help. Little Daeron running up to you, tears streaming down the boys face. “Mama!”

“Oh sweetheart what’s wrong?” You ask the crying boy, picking him up to hold him, thankful Ormund isn’t watching as he’s told you to stop picking the boy up while you’re this far along. Not even registering that he called you mama to focused on the fact you managed to pick the boy up. “Did you have a nightmare?” At the boys nod you just kiss the top of his head. “Let’s get you back to bed sweetheart, it will be ok.”

-

“Give me back my baby.” You say to your husband, him having taken your newborn off you for ‘papa cuddles’ while you read to Daeron.

“Layton your mother can be so demanding.” Ormund says rocking the already sleeping babe. “She’s already cuddling a baby and she wants you too.”

“I’m not baby.” The toddler says snugging into you, happy to have you to himself. The boy refusing to sleep in the nursery tonight.

“Aren’t you?” Ormund says to the boy raising an eyebrow at the boy.

“I’m big boy.”

“Oh really?” He say placing Layton down in his crib a smile on his face. “Is my little prince a grown up boy now?”

“Yes.” He says giggling when Ormund climbs onto the bed.

“Well then grown up boy you can sleep in your own bed tonight.” Ormund teases the boy a smile on his face.

“Nooo.” Daeron says rolling into you trying to hide, giggling the whole time.

“But I thought you were grown up and not a baby anymore?” Ormund laughs poking the boy who’s hiding in your arms.

“Cuddles!”

“My wife.” Aerion responds dramatically resting his hand on his forehead, like a dramatic maiden. Truly pathetic.

“What about her?” Maekar asks not actually caring but he knows he can’t get anything done until he’s dealt with Aerion.

“She’s left me.”

“No she hasn’t.” Maekar say rolling his eyes, knowing that you’re just in the library with Aemon researching healing techniques.

“She has, she’s spending her time with everyone but me.” Aerion proclaims, thinking back to how you spent last night reading to his sisters before having a drink with Daeron. “She doesn’t love me anymore.”

“You’ve just come back from your second honeymoon.” Maekar says giving the boy a look. You both coming back from Dorne not even 2 weeks ago.

“Exactly we’re newlyweds she should be with me.” He responds already thinking of when he can take you on a third trip.

“You married over a year ago.” Maekar sighs, waiting for you both to give him a grandchild. Now not sure how Aerion will cope with you giving attention to a child.

“And?”

“Go away.” Maekar tells him sitting down behind his desk, having letters he’s got to deal with.

“That’s what she told me.” Aerion whines almost falling off the sofa when he moves dramatically.

“No she didn’t.” His father says, knowing you wouldn’t say that to your husband. You probably just told him to be quiet.

“It was implied.”

-

“Go away.” Aerion tells Rhae, the girl cuddling you in his bed, you reading to her.

“No, you go away.” She says snuggling into you.

“She’s my wife.” Aerion say pushing his youngest sister wanting her to leave so he can cuddle you.

“I was here first!” Rhae argues having been with you for the past hour, listening to you read.

“I was alive first!” Aerion argues back wanting you to himself.

“Enough!” You snap, fed up with the arguing as you have a headache. “Aerion if you would like to join us you can, but you have to be nice.”

-

“Can I have a hug?” Egg asks having hurt himself in the training yard when he jumped off a wall. He’s perfectly fine he just wants some comfort.

“Of course sweetheart.” You say going to stand up from where you’re sat with Aerion knitting a blanket.

“No.” Aerion says pulling you back into his arms and away from the boy you’re trying to hug.

“Aerion! He can have a hug.” You say trying to get out of your husband clinging hands.

“No he can’t.” Aerion says practically wrapping himself around you so you can’t get up. “Get your own wife!”

“I’m 10!” Egg argues, now wanting the hug even more to upset his brother.

“What’s that got to do with me?” Aerion counters pressing kisses all over your face. “Now fuck off.”

-

“We should go out tonight.” Daeron says to you over dinner, the both of you sharing a bottle of wine or two.

“That would be nice, I heard there’s a play happening outside that tavern we like.” You say placing your hand over Aerion’s as he places his on your thigh.

“We have to go then.” Daeron says before getting interrupted by his brother.

“No.”

“Aerion.” You say with a sigh, your husband being too dumb to realise he was included in we. Like he is every time.

“No, you’re my wife not his.” Aerion whines wanting to watch the play with you. “Why can’t we go together?”

“You’re invited you moron.” Daeron says giving his brother a look, thinking Aerion jealously is dumb.