baelor's dowager princess

1. Maekar basically eating out his bride to be nonstop

2. Maekar has a big dick and every servant knows

3. Maekar marrying a young bride #pervert

You had poured prince Daeron’s cup multiple times, you had engaged with prince Aerion’s fantasy of having a dragon (and having to hear how he would burn the fields of flowers outside of your home), helped prince Aegon from coming down of a tree with prince Valarr’s help and ultimately you had successfully delivered all books that prince Baelor wanted. 

But Prince Maekar, you welcomed differently.

“Fuck” He grunts. 

The drawing room was very luxurious and overly decorated now that princes were visitors, the fanciest curtains and all the small trinkets and collections that your parents were proud of. The sofas that your mother had cleaned relentlessly beforehand, fancy pillows on the ground as prince Maekar had you pinned against it, pounding relentlessly against your cunt. 

“Look at how you grip me darling, fuuuuuck” Maekar whispers roughly against your ear, each of your legs resting against his shoulders. You were so un-flexible, but the burn of the stretch behind your knees was nothing compared to the sweet stretch of his cock inside your pussy. 

You had never been fucked messier, you felt like a toy for him. Not lovers, you just managed to make him fuck you now, but felt totally captivated by the Anvil. You’d love to leave your father’s castle, follow him home and be his mistress. You’d warm his bed every night and keep his balls dry. 

“What was that?” He asks with a grin, as he moves his hands behind your thighs, pushing your legs against your chest, to pull himself upwards. Maekar rarely smiles, but you learned that he smirks when he feels smug, just like now. “Use your words, darling, come on…”

“Want you to fill me…” You whine, trying not to drool as he fucks his cock pounds into your pussy. 

“That’s what you want, hm?” He asks, in that condescending tone he has used since the moment he met you. “Then we must make haste and give you what you want, isn’t that right? Just like your dear Papa does everytime you want something”

Your brain is too mushy to process his patronising words, and you simply look up at him, nodding softly. If you wait for prince Maekar to kiss you, you are once again disappointed, as pats your cheek with his left hand. “Open up”

His spit falls on your tongue, and you eagerly swallow it, the taste making you dizzy in your pleasure. You want to beg him, to be his whore toy, to take you with him to Summerhall, keep you naked in his chambers. 

“Seven fucks, you are dirty” he says breathless, as his hands falls down to slap your cheek. Not as hard as he could, but enough to make your head turn. “All dirty and gross for the old prince, aren’t you?” he asks amused, once again slapping your cheek. “Answer me”

“Yes, yes, my prince, I am… soooo gross”

The wet slaps filled the room, and you begged that the big drawing room swallows the sounds inside, or everyone in the hall would hear you both fucking like animals. 

“This pussy is gushing, squeezing me so hard” He says, looking down to meet your eyes, almost physically forcing you to meet his gaze. “You wanted this so bad, hm? Since the moment I stepped foot here, you have wanted me”

“Yes, yes…” Crying out to him pathetically, you bite your lip, feeling his big warm hand moving down to press against your lower stomach.

“You feel me all the way here, don’t you, sweetheart?”

The patronising ekenames that men often used to you, belittling you in a way that it was not blatant disrespect, in his lip were like heaven. 

“I wanna cum…”

“Do you? Will this pretty cunt gush my cock? Hm?” He says, one of his hands moving to cup your face, moving it to face him directly. “Yeah?”

To your soft nods, as if hypnotized by him, he looks like a man drugged. The same hand pressing against your abdomen moves down, finding your clit with no effort, knowing exactly what moves to do to have your moaning way too loud for two people that are not supposed to do this. 

“I’m going to make this cunt cream all over my cock” Maekar grunts, pounding harder as you cum all over him, high-pitched noises that you wish to muffle. 

His fingers circle your clit, making your legs tremble, like the force of being wide open and all fucked out for him it is too much. Your brain is all mushy, simply laying back and staring dumbfounded as you watch Maekar have his own orgasm. 

As predicted, he was sort of vocal. Groaning and grunting, like the old man he is. You remember thinking how grumpy and whiny he was with prince Baelor, and he does not disappoint now. 

His cock thrusts inside, your juices making him all sticky and kinda gross. You love it. 

And Maekar truly allows your cunny to milk his balls dry, you feel so much of his cum inside you, truly full of him. What a delicious feeling, making you bite your lip as you wish to feel like this always, not having any thought on your head; only this feeling. 

“Mmmm…” You say, a bit tired and sleepy. 

Maekar leans back, moving back up to stand as he pulls his breeches up, moving his cock inside his small clothes. Not fair, you think, disappointed it was over. 

As he ties up his breeches, his movements lazy but at the same time, annoyed as always, he grunts “Wasn’t even worth the fuck.” He says, not even giving you the dignity to look at you while he makes sure his pants are properly secured. “I have had better cunts in the street of silk.” 

How dares he, you think, all alone in your chambers as you comb your hair quietly before bed. If he wasn’t as hurried to leave you, he might as well have thrown you a bag of golden dragons. How dares he!

Your mother had said that he spent the afternoon seeking for his youngest son, but you just rolled your eyes at that. When she said that he might be stressed, you thought that it was well deserved. 

He had been stressed by the morning, since he had to pick Daeron up in a tavern once again. Now with his little son, perhaps he was as stressed. 

Your maid had prepared a bath with milk plus a fragrance that smelled just like lavender. Not too much, but a perfect touch of it. 

“My lady” You don’t recognise the valet by your door. 

“Yes?”

“Prince Maekar, he has sent me… to hand you over this.”

You raise one eyebrow, taking the small envelope. If he had sent money alongside this… Before the valet is dismissed, you say “Wait.”

He was asking for you again. In not too many pretty words, like the songs the bard sings. But his message is clear, and private. He wants you again, to use you like in the evening. 

You move to fetch some small piece of parchment and… What are you even doing?

“Tell the prince” you start, handing the valet the letter back, as if outright refusing the request. “That if he desires to fuck someone, he can either come to my chambers or seek a whore in the Street of Silk.” You turn around and add “In those exact words.”