baelor's dowager princess

You loved being on your knees for your man. You loved being around Maekar all the time. Summerhall was different with you on it, and Gods know that if it was up to you, and the kids weren’t here, you two would fuck like rabbits on every room.

Not that you haven’t tried. Or done. 

“You’re so big” you say to him, your hand stroking lazily the base of his cock. 

“Am I?” He asks softly, chuckling. His hand on your hair, fistful full of loose hair, as you never got them properly braided. He didn’t care, as Summerhall was his, and if his wife wanted to be indecorous… let her be.

“Yeah. So big” your tone is practically drunk, the tip against your mouth as you speak, moving to suck him. 

His cock was heavy and leaking, you’d always found him like that when you undid his breeches; Hard, leaking precum and his balls full of cum. Make your mouth water.

Maekar groans, seeing you bob your head against his cock, not having a single drop of decorum. 

“Get up.” He says, pulling you out of his cock by the hair, and you love it when he pulls your hair.  

At this hour, after having midday meal with all of Maekar’s children, he had sent them off to the yard for training , even if it was unreasonable, and welcomed both Daella and Rhae to train if they wished as well.  No wonder why, as he wanted you all to himself for a few hours. 

“Come here” His mouth has a smirk as he pulls you closer to the bed, your back against his chest as he moves you whoever he pleases. “So wet already” He grunts against your neck, undoing the laces of your nightshift. “Tryna make me fit inside your pretty pussy, hm?”

“Yeah, yeah” you murmur slightly dizzy from the pleasure. 

Maekar always prepared you first, realising that you needed to be a bit stretched before taking him properly so it doesn’t hurt. Even if it was a quickie.

You cannot resist your husband. He had been complaining and grunting, being all grumpy about something that Aerion had done, coming to your chambers to take a break. 

He had groaned as he sat on the chair, leaning back lazily as his legs spread wide to be comfortable, as if the bulge on his breeches would go unnoticed by you.

“Fuck, you’re always so tight” He groans, hugging your waist as he slides himself inside your warm cunt, his chest moving to press against your back.

“No, it’s that– you’re just too big!” You say trying to gain your breath, your hands flat against the mattress as if to keep your head from being buried against the mattress.

He reaches for one of those tedious and nerve-racking (in his opinion) small velvet cushions, placing them under your head, and a bigger one under your hips. 

“There” he grunts, moving back in. “You lured me into fucking you” 

You nod softly, feeling his cock slide inside once again. You feel so full, stretched against his cock in a way you can’t think of anything else. 

The first few sways of his hips were always a bit numbing to you, because it felt like too much at once. Yet Maekar always made sure the servants prepared a bath for you afterwards. 

“You can feel me all the way in, hm?” Maekar says, moving your hair to press a kiss on your shoulders. “Real deep” 

“Yeah…” you say breathlessly, feeling how he starts swaying his hips. “Fuck‐-”

“That’s it…” he soothes you, his hand moving to press down your lower back, as he starts pounding into your cunt. 

The gushing sounds were loud, as his balls slapped against your flesh, you could hear his grunts behind you, as if the task took him tremendous effort. 

Earlier on the day, before Maekar went away for his duties and his children woke up to start whining at him, he had eaten your pussy under the sheets. 

“Can’t take it, too much” you say to him, as his cock filled you to the brim. It was a delicious stretch, but overwhelming all the same. 

“Hm?” He asks, not clearly listening to your words.

“I can’t take it” you whine. 

“You can take it” He assures you, stopping for a second, kissing the side of your face. “Hm? You can, don’t tell me you can’t baby”

“It’s too big…”

 “We’ll make it fit” He promises, and he always has. 

His hands move from your skin, from your stomach to your pussy, his fingers in your folds, as his middle finger quickly finds your clit, circling it just the way you like it.

His left arm moves to wrap itself around your throat, just as you always beg Maekar to do. He doesn’t squeeze, he simply lays it here as both the movement of his fingers on your clit and the feeling of being full by his cock overwhelm you. 

When he thrusts again, you don’t feel like you can’t take it, but feel like you want him to make you cum again and again, until you can’t think. 

“There you go…” He grunts, his fingers working nonstop. “You’re always take me so fucking well”

You nod senselessly as you feel the head of his cock hit your cervix, the simple way he slides himself in makes you shake in pleasure at the feeling; you can’t help the way your eyes roll back, how your legs slightly shake and how loud you are. 

“It’s so big!” You moan loudly, “Fuck me harder, harder”

His arm squeezes your throat slightly as he moans as well, his hand moving away from your clit as he needs to support himself to change the angle. You know he will be pissy about his back later, but you cannot care now. 

“Gods, yes. Maekar, fuck, fuck, it is so big”

His hips never falter, the pace of his thrusts become more animalistic, allowing himself to do it however he wanted as you were stretched for his cock. 

You feel his arm under your chin, as you were quite trapped by Maekar. As his thrusts push you forward, his arm stops you, keeping you in place as if you were a toy for his cock. You absolutely love it.

“Harder, harder”

“As you wish, wife”

The ring of the bell is what fills the silence below the stairs..

“Oh. Thought they would take longer” the valet, Grenn says, frowning as he looks at his cards. 

“Nay, she never lasts when the prince does…” the maid, Violet, says, receiving a stern gaze from the housekeeper. “Nevermind, I shall mind my tongue.” 

“And you better fetch the oils for the missus, they are in the back” the housekeeper says. “I have prepared the water so we better be quick, I’ll ask the manservant to bring the tub”

It was quite the routine, and every servant at Summerhall knew; as soon as the Prince and his wife started with their martial duties, the bell would ring requesting for a warm bath. Now, they simply arrive with the water and the linens instead of waiting for them to ask for it.

“But I have the winning hand” 

“I’ll fetch it” another of the maids said, as she moves to the back “But it is your turn to wash the lady, I washed her in the morning”

“Fine.” 

Even if everyone worked quickly, the ring rang again, longer and more persistent. 

“That’s the prince” The valet speaks loudly, trying to be heard above the ring, standing up and leaving his cards on the table. “I was going to lose anyways”

As they all walk upstairs, holding the chest with multiple oils for baths and the linens for the couple, Violet asks “You think the prince is actually big?”

“Watch yer tongue!” The other maid says chuckling, and adds “Wives always exaggerate, y’know what men want to hear.”

“Well, Grenn dresses the Prince” both pairs of eyes turn to him “Is he quite big as the lady says?”

“None of your business” The valet says, not saying a word about it as he carries the chest.

When you open the door, wearing a deep green robe,  you see your handmaidens ready for a bath before you even ask for it. 

“Oh, how did you know…” You ask as the maids bring the tub inside your rooms, next to the fire. 

You see two of your handmaids giggling softly, a bit puzzled. 

“We are always prepared m’lady”

You see Maekar roll his eyes as he lays back against the pillows, not worried about anything, but already grumpy about their ‘delay’ as he always grunts. You were a bit shy to have maids for anything, but he was used to it, not caring if they saw him naked or not. 

“What oil do you wish for today?” Violet asks softly. “We used lavender by the morning, perhaps you wish for something new, m’lady?”

“Oh… yes, I…” you feel your cheeks redden. “What would you like, my love?”

Maekar grunts “Whatever fucking smell works faster” He says, one oh his arm around his abdomen as the other moves behind his head. 

You watch as they pour the water, working easily as you wait for them to do all of the work.

“Have my children finished training?” Maekar asks the housekeeper. 

“No, my Prince. I believe they were fighting to see who could… shot an arrow more far away.”

He closes his eyes as he lets out a deep sigh. Those children…

“Fine. Go away, all of you”

“My prince?”

“I will bathe my wife, so leave all those shit there, I’ll take care of it” He waves a dismissive hand, before adding “And do not bother us , unless one of my children gets fucking shot by the other. Or if Aerion tries to challenge Daeron to a duel, again.”