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๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ: your husband teaches you high valyrian.
๐๐ฐ: nsfw (+18) / cunulingus / age gap / oral sex (fem.receiving) / fingering (fem.receiving) / baelor talks you through it / size kink / gentle!dom baelor / a little bit of edging / baelor fingers you while wearing rings / temperature play
baelor's hands slid down your legs, beginning at your calves and ending at the skin of your inner thighs, gently parting them yet still maintaining the aura of power he had over you. you trembled at the feel of his rough fingers on your smooth skin, watching his movements with eyes clouded by desire.ย
โbaelorโฆโ you whispered, unconsciously moving your hips forward, seeking more of his touch.
โdon't call me by my name, sweet girlโ he said, stroking your flesh with his thumb โcall me as I taught you, show me how well you've learnedโ.
โnykeฤ vala (my husband)โ you said uncertainly and quietly, looking into his eyes, waiting for his approval.
he murmured in satisfaction, the corner of his mouth curling upward.
as his large hands squeezed your thighs, you felt his rough stubble brush against your skin, followed by wet kisses trailing along your bare hip.
โgฤซmฤซ (very good)โ he praised โvestri, nyke iฤ gฤซmฤซ ฤdruta ฤbrar รฑuhor ฤซlva qฤlos (continue, I want to hear more from your sweet lips)โ he said, running his rough fingertips along your pussy lips, making you gasp.
โi don't know what to sayโ you replied breathlessly, closing your eyes when you felt gentle pressure on your clit.
โsay whatever comes to mindโ he replied, moving his hand up and down, stroking your pussy, making you moan quietly โi just want to hear your beautiful voice entwined with the language of my ancestors".
you didn't think long.
โnyke iฤ gฤซmฤซ รฑuhor (i want you)โ you told him in a tone dripping with need, moving your body closer to baelor, who accepted it as something sacred, wrapping his muscular arms around the fat of your thighs, tasting them slowly.
"ao ฤbra nyke, รฑuqir zลbrie rลvฤgrie (you have me, little wolf)" he rasped in a low, sultry voice, meeting your eyes.
holding his gaze, you watched as baelor slowly lowered his head. he pressed a kiss to your pubic bone, his mouth wandering lower until he found your wet heat. his long fingers pried you open, and he hummed against your skin, savoring your flavor on his taste buds. his tongue covered your pussy almost entirely, only to start licking and kissing along your slit moments later, causing you to close your eyes and let out a soft whimper.
โcontinueโ he said suddenly, slightly indistinctly from between your legs.
โwhat?โ you asked, distracted, suddenly tensing as his ring-adorned fingers found your opening, spreading a feeling of coolness inside you and shivers along your spine.
โi didn't say you could stopโ he replied, pushing them inside, not fully, but enough for you to feel the promise of their delicious stretching "speak to me, let me hear what you've learned".
you frantically tried to find the words baelor whispered in your ear during your lessons, but your mind was clouded by pleasure, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't find anything.
โnyke pendagon ao. kirimvose, va dลrฤซ nyke (i need you, please have mercy on me)โ you finally managed to say, unaware of the words that escaped your lips, feeling as if you no longer had control over your own mind.
his mismatched gaze locked onto you as his fingers pushed further inside, kneading your aching heat. you felt the sharp ridges of his signet rings scratching against your sensitive walls, forcing a broken moan from your lips as your toes curled tight.
"biarves (beautiful)โ he praised, his voice a low vibration that never wavered, even as he continued the relentless assault on your core. his mouth dipped low once more, reclaiming your taste โbut itโs still not enough. tell me what you feel when I fill you. tell me in the language of dragons, my little she-wolfโ.
"gฤซmฤซ, รฑuhor vala. ao se sศณrฤซ iksos hen nyke iฤ kesrio (feels so good husband, only you can make me feel this way)" you cried out, your voice dissolving into an incoherent babble as the sheer weight of ecstasy swallowed you whole, but that didn't seem to bother baelor, who began to assault your pussy even more intensely, kissing and sucking your swollen clitoris, licking the juices running from your body with his tongue, straight onto his fingers and your firm ass cheeks "i can't i...ahh...baelor!" you gasped, arching your back, feeling the first electrifying wave of orgasm wash over your body, spreading from your loins to the tips of your toes.
baelor didn't stop. he let out a satisfied growl, feeling your walls tighten around his fingers in rhythmic, desperate spasms, burying his face deeper into your core, drinking your sweet nectar. you moaned breathlessly, your body trembled in his strong embrace as he greedily licked up every drop with his tongue.
when you finally collapsed onto the pillows, completely powerless and limp, baelor lifted his head. his lips and chin glistened with your juices, and there was something possessive, almost dark, in his gaze.
โyou did well, my sweet girlโ he murmured against the sensitive skin of your thigh, sealing the praise with a lingering kiss. โi shall look forward to our future lessonsโ with a firm tug, he pulled you flush against him, capturing your lips in a dance that was as erotic as it was possessive.
๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ: maekar is fed up with your childish behavior.
๐๐ฐ: nsfw(+18) / age gap / cockwarming / targcest / bratty reader (mention once) / size kink / maekar had enough of reader's shenanigans / power play / reader is maekar niece
your naked body was trapped between maekar's strong arms. his rough hands held your hips in place, preventing you from making any movement.
your lips found a place on his neck, brushing against it with every desperate breath that escaped your mouth.
โuncle, pleaseโฆโ you whimpered into his jaw, feeling his stubble on your cheeks, clenching your smaller hand on his, trying to force them to move.
โdon't beg me for anything, you insolent little bratโ the man growled โyou brought this on yourself. it seems you've forgotten that actions have consequencesโ he said, pushing your hand away.
โi just needed you close. i missed you so much, uncle.โ you said in a tone filled with innocence.
maekar looked at you. your pretty, youthful face was now so miserable. your eyes looked at him with such intense need that for a split second he wanted to end your suffering. but that feeling vanished quickly, and his face hardened again.
โand you are close to me, are you not, niece?โ he asked, grabbing your hips tighter and lifting you up to brutally lower you onto his cock, reminding you of it, buried deep inside you, stretching your warm walls.
you moaned pathetically, closing your eyes and pressing your face against his shoulder. your body trembled involuntarily and your toes curled up from the sudden burning sensation that spread through your core.
โmoreโฆโ you whimpered, grinding your hips to feel more of that sweet friction, but maekarโs strong hands prevented you from doing so, pressing your body tightly against his again, depriving you of even the slightest possibility of movement.
โwhat did I tell you?โ he growled in your ear, biting its lobe as a warning.
โplease, uncleโฆ donโt torture me anymore. iโll be good. iโll be obedient. i swearโ you cried out, again trying to move your loins to feel, even for a second, the delicious sensation of his cock moving inside you, pushing against your wet and hot flesh.
โyou can fool my brother with those sweet words, but not meโ he replied, moving one hand to your delicate neck while the other grabbed your firm thigh, spreading you open to the coldness of the chamber "youโre still trying to talk your way out of punishment. maybe this will finally shut you" two of his calloused fingers found your clitoris, immediately pressing down on it, making you jolt. maekar paid no attention to this, massaging it quickly and intensely with circular movements, making you want to close your legs "don't even think about it" he growled, guiding your full lips to his, claiming them ,pushing his tongue inside ,tasting you.
your body, which had previously been merely smouldering, suddenly burst into flames. you had waited so long that now, as your uncle rubbed your swollen clitoris, orgasm found you and hit your body with a brutal and rapid force that made you feel every nerve inside you.
you came with a muffled scream, arching your back like a bow, but maekar didn't stop, continuing to abuse your puffy clit, causing the feeling of sweet release to give way to overstimulation. you tried to squirm out of the man's embrace, but he only tightened his fingers around your neck, continuing the torture.
"it appears my earlier approach was misguided. maybe this will teach you to think before you act, dear niece" he said, satisfied with your state, suddenly moving his cock, pushing it deep into your pussy, making you scream.
๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ: baelor targaryen is the hunter, and you are his prey.
๐๐ฐ: nsfw (+18) / age gap / reader is baelor's wife / rough sex / penetrative sex / passionate sex / primal play / aftermath of the chase / marking / outdoor sex / reader loves to push baelor buttons
your body was trapped between the tree and baelorโs massive frame, preventing you from moving at all, leaving you only to watch and wait for his next move.
โyou thought you could outrun me?โ he rasped into the hollow of your neck, his large hands bruising the soft flesh of your hips as they tightened.
"maybe i thought i could" you replied with a playful gleam in your eye, bringing your full lips close to the shell of his ear โor maybe i let you catch me just to see what youโd do with me afterwardsโ you whispered, before pulling away to rest your head against the rough bark behind you.
baelor met your gaze.
his mismatched eyes looked at you, looked into you, reading every emotion, every tremor you tried to hide, every sound you held back from escaping your soft lips.
โit's a dangerous game to play my sweet wifeโ he said in a low, gravelly voice that sent a shiver down your spine โluring a dragon just to see how long you can toy with it. if you let me catch you just to test my self-controlโฆ you should know that itโs just now snappedโ baleor said, pulling you closer to his body, with no concern for being gentle.
he attacked your neck, kissing and marking your skin, leaving behind red and purple traces of sweet abuse. you leaned back, your breath hitching in a series of pleasure-filled sighs as you bared your throat to him. without a secondโs hesitation, baelor took full advantage of your surrender, devouring the space you so eagerly provided.
his hands slid lower, tracing the curve of your thighs until his long fingers lifted the hem of your dress, revealing your silk undergarments that he tore off with a strong, brutal motion, leaving you utterly exposed to his dark, hungry gaze.
you met his eyes, arching your body toward his powerful frame, brushing your lips against his, but not quite touching them.
โis that all, dear husband?โ you challenged, your voice a low, sultry rasp. your eyes sparkled with the mischief you used to mask just how much you were aching for him , how your body was already slick and trembling under his touch โyou talk to me of danger and the control you lost long ago, yet you still treat me as if I might break. if you intended to devour me, as you promisedโฆ then stop hesitating and do it.โ
the sound baelor made was almost animalistic , a low, vibrating growl of a predator that had finally been pushed too far.
in one seamless, powerful motion, his strong arms hooked under your thighs and hoisted you up, pinning you firmly between his massive frame and the rough bark of the tree. you clung to him, wrapping your legs and arms around him to pull him impossibly close, your bodies melting together as you met his mouth in a hot, lust-filled kiss.
baelor freed his hard, pulsing length from his breeches, guiding himself into your aching wetness with a single, hard thrust. you threw your head back, a broken moan of pure pleasure escaping your lips at the staggering sensation of being filled completely. the sweet, sharp ache of him stretching you made you tightened your hold on him, welcoming every inch of his thickness in your cunt.
you clung to him even tighter, trying to pull him deeper , even though he was already fully inside you, almost tearing you apart.
baelor could see your body trembling, your eyes clouding over, and your fingers clenching tighter.
โpleaseโฆ oh please, baelor, make me cumโ you whimpered shamelessly into his ear, sliding your hands down his muscular arms, wrapping them around his body, feeling his muscles tense beneath your fingertips.
baleor couldnโt refuse you, not when he himself was on the verge of being consumed by the dangerous lust that was taking over his body. his movements were strong, fast, brutal, he used you as if you were nothing more than a toy. his hips bruised the insides of your thighs as his cock ravaged your wet and tight cunt, making you feel as if the bones of your pelvis were crying out in pain. yet instead of crying, you only pulled him closer to your sweaty body, covering his neck with kisses and the marks of your teeth.
when the orgasm hit, it was like a bolt of lightningโfast, loud, and intense. your body arched like an arrow, and your core was flooded with a thick, sticky substance that made you feel completely full.
you tried to catch your breath, your chest heaving against his, when you felt baelorโs cock twitch and harden inside you once more. the sensation sent a fresh jolt of electricity through your spine, forcing your eyes to snap to his.
"if you think that's enough to satisfy my hunger, you're sorely mistaken" he murmured, his teeth grazing your collarbone.
before you could even gasp out a protest, he thrust into you with a savage force, burying his hard cock deep inside you to the very base, making your toes curl in a sudden, sharp jolt of pleasure.
๐ง๐๐ญ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฆ ๐ฑ ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ค๐๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐!๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ
๐๐ฐ: nsfw (+18) / messy sex / creampie / olfactophilia / neteyam is jealous and possessive over reader / marking / obsessive neteyam
your body felt like it was burning. every nerve screamed, the skin on your hands was raw from the sand below you, and your thighs were bruised from the force with which neteyam slammed into you.
his tongue tasted your teal skin that was decorated with bites and purple marks, some of which had been on your skin for a long time, and some of which had been made less than a few minutes ago.
you felt as if you were trapped under a feral animal.
all because the males of your clan dared to touched your skin, skin that only neteyam was allowed to touch. in his eyes, only he was worthy of feeling your warm flesh beneath his big palms, of kissing it, of looking at it.
โsay you're mine my yawntuโ the man whispered hoarsely in your ear, sliding his long fingers over your waist and ribs, pausing at your firm breasts ,cupping them and letting them spill between his fingers.
โi'm yours, neteyamโ you whimpered as you felt the swollen head of his member push against your sensitive walls.
โagainโ he growled, thrusting roughly into you, making you tremble. his hands grabbed your loins, pulling you towards him.
โi'm yours. i'm yours!โ you cried into the crook of his neck, burying your fingers in his black hair, desperately trying to keep yourself from falling forward under the force of his thrusts.
his cock reached the deepest parts of your cunt, hitting your cervix with every thrust, while his thick shaft rubbed against your warm walls and the hidden gummy spot that made your toes curl every time he touched it.
you were turning into a bubbling mess. you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore, letting the darkness soaked in ecstasy consume your mind.
"you are mine. i will never let anybody touch you. i will never let anybody look at you like you belong to tham and not me. i will never let them forget that you are mine. only mine" he said in such a low and dangerous tone of voice that for a second your senses screamed, begging you to react, only to sink a moment later into an ocean of overwhelming pleasure that neteyam gave you.
his tongue slid out from between his mouth, licking your cheek, lazily moving towards your lips, sliding between them without a fight, tasting you , while his raw cock penetrated your wet core, bringing you closer and closer to your release.
"neteyam! neteyeam!" you panted into his mouth, feeling the tension in your lower abdomen growing like a tidal wave. and when neteyam touched the swollen pearl hidden between your folds, massaging it, your body burst into flames, that spread from the top of your head to the bottom of your legs.
"that's it" he said, pulling your body even closer, covering it with his muscular arms, flooding your walls with sticky, pearly cum, that lazily filled you up, making you feel full, so full "you feel so perfect my yawntu".
you felt fatigue coming over you faster and faster, your breathing was uneven, your body was quivering, and the feeling of heat and sweaty skin reminded her of how long you had been subjected to this sweet torture.
โmineโ he whispered against your swollen lips, kissing them yet again, unable to get enough.
โyoursโฆonly yoursโ you replied, your voice barely audible , as you allowed his lips to rest on the soft flesh of your turquoise face, marking it once more.
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Request: โJacaerys , who grew up together with the Reader - whom Rhaenyra adopted and raised.
Over time, their friendship changed, but since they never had the courage to admit their feelings, they gradually began to distance themselves from each other. When Jacaerys is promised to Baela, their relationship is no longer the same. They both blame each other for what happened and continue to minimize their interactions until their father promises her hand in marriage to someone else.โ
A/N: Request written by anon. A very interesting concept that I thoroughly enjoyed writing.
Please remember that english is not my native language, I do not use it on a daily basis, so mistakes can or will happen.
Work contains smut, so minors do not interact.
-Since she found out , she has not spoken a word to meโฆshe hates me - the young prince lamented to his mother , Princess Rhaenyra , who watched him carefully , furrowing her eyebrows in consternation.
-You yourself said that you have hatred for her , why now your indifference to her has changed so drastically? - his mother remarked, looking for every single emotion that bubbled up inside him, wanting to understand what was hidden in the mind of her eldest son.
-I never hated her - he denied , closing his eyes and sighing heavily , frustrated -She is the one who hates me. She barely talks to me , and when she does it's as if ice falls out of her mouth instead of words.
-And why that bothers you now, my sweet boy? - Rhaenyra said softly, coming up to him and putting her hand on his shoulder - What happened that now , so suddenly, you crave her attention and acceptance?
Jacaerys was silent for a while, looking into the distance through the chamber window. Eventually he turned to his mother, his eyes filled with helplessness and anger , which slowly took control over his body.
He wanted to scream , he wanted to break everything within his reach and turn it into dust.
But he did nothing and without a word , he walked away.
His steps were rapid , almost violent and hard. He walked through the corridors of Dragonstone as if the beast possessed his flesh , leaving behind a raw anger and tension that made the air heavier.
And before he could chase away the fog that clouded his mind , he found himself in the chamber of his sister - Y/n Velaryon.
His dark eyes wandered involuntarily through the empty chamber , while his hands touched things that belonged to her.
Stuck in an ocean of memories , he paused at the wooden desk, his fingers gliding over the material adorning the covers of old books , some closed , some open on pages , which she had read many times ,along with him , when they were still full of innocence.
He let himself remember , until his gaze rested on a piece of paper hidden between the pages. And before he could think about the subsequent consequences and implications , his hand uncover a letter , a letter regarding her...and the betrothal with Samwell Blackwood's son.
-Why are you here? - suddenly a female voice called out , a voice belonging to his younger sister , who was standing in the threshold of the chambers , looking at him , frowning her eyebrows.
-You can't marry him - he said , looking at her like an enraged animal, ignoring her question - You can't - he repeated, his body yet again being controlled by anger.
Her eyes rested on the paper , that was held by the young man in a disturbingly strong grip.
-How dare you tell me what to do? - she asked him , her voice dangerously cold -How dare you?!
-I dare to tell you what to do because I am your brother -he growled , clenching his hand into a fist , in which there was a letter.
-Brother? - she made an ironic sound - Our mother may have taken me under her care and raised me as her own, but that does not mean that you are my brother, no brother should be indifferent, cruel and cold as you are - she stated, and every word she spoke sounded like a sea of daggers that were cutting his body.
Jacaerys moved towards her, trapping her between the heavy wooden door and her own body.
-You talk about coldness and indifference? You are a hypocrite - he muttered, furrowing his thick eyebrows in annoyance - You are the one who destroyed the bond we once had. From the moment Baela was promised to me, you decided to destroy everything that was between us.
-If this is what you think - she scoffed, her eyes and voice devoid of emotions - If I make you so unhappy, you should be glad that I'm leaving for the Riverlands. You won't have to listen to me anymore, you won't have to see me.
-Do you truly think that's far enough? Do you think that there is a corner of this Earth that you could travel to far away enough to free me from this torment? - he muttered , looking into her siren eyes that seemed to draw him in.
They were both breathing harshly , words hanging heavy between them.
-What do you want me to do? - she whispered, feeling the air between them getting hotter -What do you want me to do to end your torment? - she asked , looking at him with misty eyes.
-I want youโฆto be mine - he replied - From the moment you let me touch your soft skin, from the moment you let me hear your voice, from the moment you let me admire your beautiful face I wanted you to be mine. Please dear sister , please let me be mine. Don't leave me, just be mine and I will be yours.
In response, the woman embraced his jaw with her warm palm and, moving closer to him, she let her full lips brush his.
-Nyke emagon va moriot issare aลhon Jacaerys (I have always been yours Jacaerys) - she confessed quietly , closing her eyes as his lips began to press against hers , desperate to feel her even closer , even more intensely.
Wet kisses spread over her lips , cheeks and jawline , leaving a trail of saliva behind.
Jacaerys kissed her everywhere he could , marking her face with his mouth.
They were both needy , oh so needy. Every touch , every caress ,every whimper , every moan was more desperate than the last.
-Jaes ao yknagon sฤซr sศณz (Gods you smell so good) - he muttered , moving his nose along her neck , taking in the scent of the oils she sprinkled on her body and the sweat that had managed to appear on her skin through the heat she was in -Ao sylutegon sศณz tolฤซ issa dลna mandia, sฤซr sศณz (You taste good too my sweet sister , so good) - he whispered in the hollow of her neck , licking and biting her pulse , while his long fingers , lazily hooked into the black fabric of her dress , letting it fall from her shoulders , revealing her firm , ample breasts.
-Oh Jacaerys - she mewled , embracing his head, entwining her fingertips between his wavy hair, pulling at its ends, drawing him closer to her -Don't stopโฆplease don't stop touching me.
-Dลrฤซ (Never) - he breathed out into her mouth , before he attacked her naked breasts , his tongue swirling around the hardened nipples , sucking them and tasting them with his tongue like a man starved.
Y/n moaned quietly , closing her eyes and surrendering to the feeling of a man's mouth on her skin and hands that sensually glided over her thighs , pulling the dark material up , revealing the material of her delicate undergarments.
-Jacaerys - she whimpered , watching as he sank to his knees in front of her.
-Will you let me taste you? - he asked , with rough fingers gliding along her smooth legs , stopping at her rounded hips , revealing her wet , swollen womanhood.
-Yes , yes , yes - she whispered , closing her eyes and tilting her head.
He was gentle and painfully slow, kissing and sucking her firm skin, leaving marks on her flesh as he got closer and closer to where she needed him the most.
She quickly fell into numbness.
The amount of attention she was receiving seemed to overwhelm her body, but even so, she didn't want the moment to ever end, not with Jacaerys tormenting her womanhood in such an addictive way.
She could compare him to a hungry animal , by the fact with what fervor he devoured her femininity, sampling every piece, not wanting to miss absolutely anything.
She let the knot in her lower abdomen burst, spreading through her body the delightful and burning pleasure that was constantly coursing through her veins through the tongue of a man who refused to leave her, feasting on her even longer.
-Please let me feel you closer. I need you closer , closer than you have ever been - he groaned , embracing her frame , securing it in his strong arms and moving them so that he rested on the bed behind them, placing Y/n on his strong legs, immediately proceeding to attack her neck with slow kisses, while his hands crept to her throbbing entrance, which was waiting for him, embracing him tightly as he inserted two fingers into her, sensually moving them.
-Whatever you want , I'll give you whatever you want. But I beg you , don't make me wait my dear brotherโฆI beg you. I need you as you need meโฆcloser than we everwere - she whispered into his mouth , leaning her head towards his.
She moaned, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as Jacaerys removed his fingers from her tight canal , replacing them with his thick and veiny shaft that penetrated her gummy walls, making her hide her face in the hollow of his neck, moaning and panting as she felt her brother pushing inside her for the first time, kissing her cervix with his member, giving her incredible pleasure and pain that only increased her desire.
He tried to be gentle and slow, but the nails digging into his back, the melodious moans at his ear and the warmth of his sweet sister's body made him rough , almost violent , taking advantage of her trembling body , which seemed to melt into his.
-รuha jorrฤelagon (My beloved) - Y/n whined , feeling the recently discovered pleasure grow in her lower abdomen, forming another knot ready to burst at any moment.
-Ivestragon nyke iksฤ รฑuhon (Tell me you're mine) - the prince growled, thrusting into her harder, making her feel as if his manhood was deep in her belly.
-Iksan aลhon, iksan aลhon, mฤrฤซ aลhon! (I'm yours, I'm yours, only yours!) - Y/n announced, grabbing his wavy curls, pulling them tight as an electrifying sensation went through her body, making her almost blind with pleasure.
-Arlฤซ , ivestragon ziry arlฤซ (Again , say it again) - he demanded, attacking her neck.
-Iksan aลhon (I am yours) - she repeated, bringing their foreheads together.
Jacaerys Velaryon x Targaryen Reader x Cregan Stark
Summary:ย War emerged from the shadows like an old friend, but apart from the war, there were also matters from the past that created new, unknown and dangerous affairs for her, so sinful and so forbidden. And this time she couldn't escape,ย getting trapped in between seahorse and a wolf.
A/N:ย A refreshed version of the story , that I really think is one of the better ones I've ever written. I hope you will like it , enjoy it and find it worth reading.
Please remember that english is not my native language, I do not use it on a daily basis, so mistakes can or will happen.
The work contains smut, so minors do not interact with it.
The north was cold, full of ice and snow, and the northern people were even colder. Their eyes gave the shivers, and the low and rough tone of voice made silence the only thing that escaped from the lips of strangers.
But he, Lord of Winterfell, though he seemed to be the same, was the opposite of it all.
Cregan Stark was a wolf in human skin.
A man who could bend thousands with just a single glance of his gray irises.
He was like fire itself, dangerous and burning under her fingers. He was vicious and wild, devouring her flesh every night, never being satisfied, always wanting more and more until there was nothing left to give.
-Cregan - she moaned into his neck, her nails creating patterns on his back that covered the old ones, not yet healed.
-Feels good, princess? - he purred into her ear, sucking on its lobe, only to kiss it after , feeling her soft skin become covered with goosebumps.
-Oh Cregan - she whimpered, unable to say anything else, repeating his name like a prayer.
The man grabbed her thighs in response, lifting her legs up, letting her ankles rest on his shoulders, gliding his lips over the flesh of her calves, moving his loins deeply and slowly, taking her breath away as she felt the head of his member kissing her cervix again and again ,mixing pain and pleasure together.
-It's so sweet...addictive when you say my name like a prayer - he murmured, lowering his face over hers, rubbing his lips against her full , soft and red, almost swollen ones - It only makes me want to devour you like a hungry wolf and make you mine forever.
-Yes, yes ... only yours - she whispered ,tangling her fingers in the man's brown hair, pulling them again and again, trying to touch his lips, even for a moment - Oh Cregan, please, please! - she moaned directly into his mouth, her lavender irises covered with a robe of crystal tears, threatening to flow out.
-How can I say no to you ,my little dragon? - Cregan asked, moving his hips so brutally and animalistic, contrasting with the controlled movements of his hands that pinned her to the bed, commanding her to take everything, not letting her escape - Take everything I give you, that's right, good girl - he growled like a hungry enraged wolf, making her fall apart before his eyes.
Woman felt as if something had crept into her veins and made her body a shell filled with lust and desire, nothing more. Her muscles went limp, almost non-existent, and her eyes closed embraced in a soothing darkness.
The man's hands were still moving, marking her skin with an electrifying sensation that made her open her eyes, to open her mouth and let his tongue out, to let the wolf prey.
-Cregan - she said quietly so that the only one who could've heard her was the man she mentioned - Kiss me, kiss me again.
Brunet bowed his head, brushing her soft, delicate lips with his, fulfilling her wish.
-You make me a hungry man. Never wanting to stop, never going to stop - he murmured, tasting her again and again, mixing their breaths together.
-No... don't say that - she moaned, feeling his hands on her sensitive breasts, trying to recapture the bit of consciousness that began to ebb away with each movement of his fingers and each kiss of his hot lips.
-That's the truth. I could never lie to you, I can only tell you the truth when I look at you - he panted, attacking her once flawless neck, which was now full of red marks and bites - You have bewitched me, my body and mind and I can't lie. No matter how much you want to hear a lie from my lips.
You have bewitched me. My body and mind.
Those words, she's heard those words before.
They echoed in her head, only to sink to the bottom of her stomach, creating a knot so unbearable and painful that she wanted to scream and cry in pain.
-We are enemies...out there, we are enemies to each other - she remarked listlessly, focusing her violet eyes on the snowy window.
-Yet here we're lovers. In my arms you are my beloved, not my enemy - he replied directly to her ear, tenderly kissing the left side of her face.
-When I return to King's Landing and announce the decision of Lord of Winterfell...you will become ... only an enemy - she confessed, after a moment leveling her eyes with him.
Cregan stared intently into her pupils, black as the abyss, drawing him in.
-You are the bane of my existence. And the object of all my desires. Night and day, I dream of you - the man announced and the woman knew every word was sincere, every blink of his grey eyes ,every breath taken during his confession - So when you come back I'll be on the other side fighting to tear you away from the clutches you were born into but didn't want to live. You will be my lover my princess, never my enemy.
Days later, their conversation seemed non-existent. However, in truth, she was forgotten and hidden deep in the darkness by a woman who did not want to remember it, preferring to live in the bliss of unconsciousness.
But life was cruel and was not about to let Y/n Targaryen rest, stabbing the princess's heart with long thorns of memories that flooded her like a flood as her eyes saw a familiar figure and heard a voice she once adored.
-I came here as a messenger, not a warrior - he announced and the woman didn't even know who these words were addressed to, for what purpose they were uttered but she didn't care, all she wanted to know was whether it was an illusion.
Prince Jacaerys Velaryon.
It seemed to her that he was standing so close to her, even though in truth he was so far away, but his brown eyes still spotted her in the darkness that surrounded her, no matter how much she tried to hide in it , no matter how she was trying to escape him.
He caught her anyway ,right under the noses of the old gods.
-Let go of me - she said as his arms wrapped around her, trapping her inside of them.
-What are you doing here Y/n? Why are you here? - he asked, looking at her, his hands tightening on her body as soon as she moved harder than before.
-I'm delivering a message from my brother. Just as you doing with the message from your mother, my sister - she confessed, looking at him.
Jacaerys released her as if her words were burning, but he didn't let her go.
Caging her in the form of his eyesight and body that blocked out everything but him, forcing her to focus only on the young man before her.
-Why? - he asked calmly, sounding almost hurt.
-Why? - she repeated his question, not understanding the meaning of his words, not when they were both now standing on opposite sides of the barricade as enemies -ย We are at war Jacaerys. There is too late to askย questions , too lateย to think what if.
They both fell quiet abruptly, letting the silence creep in between them, devouring them from the inside out , and none of them said anything, only staring into the eyes of the other.
-I know this war is real but I don't want to believe that in this war you chose your brother... instead of me - he confessed surprisingly quietly, surprisingly coldly.
-What was between us... it was just an illusion we lived in - Y/n replied, feeling the lump in her throat grow as her heart throbs with pain and her veins flood with anger.
-We decided to love each other - said the brunette, getting closer to the girl, more and more - It was a choice, our choice - he whispered, running his fingers along her cheekbone.
-But it was your choice to make me a woman you could love in the dark but never in the light of day. You've made promises to me before, and like a fool, I believed them. I won't be your fool again - she said firmly, pushing his hand away from her face.
-It was never my intention - he confessed quietly, trying to match her gaze, but she ran away every time - I wanted you, only you.
The white-haired woman shook her head, not believing any of his words and not wanting to listen further.
-Yet you swore to marry Baela. In front of my eyes you chose her over me - Y/n gritted her teeth, voice as cold as ice - Where was your love then, where is it now? There's a woman waiting for you, a woman who have feelings for you, and you're chasing the one you can't have.
Instead of answering, Jacaerys unexpectedly pinned her to a tree behind them, his body clinging to her like a puzzle piece, and his own hands wrapped around the hers.
-I'll always choose you - he announced, inches from her face, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers.
-Don't say that - she whispered, finally leveling her gaze with him - Don't say that. Don't say that, becasue I didn't ask for it. I didn't ask to be plagued by these feelings.
Y/n felt her heart being torn in half, allowing the memories to creep in. But then she remembered the gray irises that soothed her soul, gave her the longed-for oblivion, the hands that protected her and the voice that put her to sleep in the middle of the night.
And yet, she was no longer able to keep everything Jacaerys had once been to her, who he still was - a lover, a rock, a soulmate.
So she let it all in, let the pain tear her from inside, making her throat burn from how much she was forcing herself not to cry, and her eyes glazed almost like glass.
Brunet wanted to touch her, comfort her, but he let her escape from his embrace, letting her disappear into the depths of Godswood.
Unaware that Lord Winterfell had been watching their close interaction, revealing a secret he was never meant to discover.
The night came quickly, and in the night came coldness that attacked every bone in her body. But the truth was that it wasn't the cold that was causing it but the feelings that hadn't left her for hours, taunting her.
Her lavender-colored eyes stared at the wildly dancing flames that warmed her face, giving it an orange glow, while one hand lazily glided between the fires until the door to her chamber swung open, causing her to be plucked from the ocean of thoughts, returning to the surface ,to the reality.
Cregan watched her like a wild wolf, wild as well as great, towering over the passage, blocking her only escape route.
With a look that said he knew. He knew something.
-The past can be painful - she said, her face was emotionless, but her eyes hid all the secrets that were in her - Love comes and goes like a gust of wind or a wave on the sea. I believe you know it, you loved and you lost... - she noticed reminding him of the woman who once held his heart, now she was its owner.
-We both loved and lost - he said, approaching her agonizingly slowly - And we both found love where we didn't want to look, in the arms of another - he added, kneeling in front of her, cupping her chin with his hand, stroking the smooth skin of her face with his thumb - But you my dragon , you have the opportunity to regain something that was once taken from you. I will never have that opportunity.
She wished meaning behind his words was unknown to her, but when her eyes saw Jacaerys standing by the door, hidden in the shadows just like she had been so long ago, looking at her as intensely, as passionately as he had during their affair, she knew her secret ceased to be a secret and became the truth that came to light.
-What if I don't want to? - she asked, looking straight at her nephew, wanting to see how he would react to her words - What if choosing the past makes me lose you? - she remarked more quietly, shifting her violet eyes to Lord of Winterfell.
Cregan looked at the younger brunet but it was only a moment, as if there was no need to talk between them, as if everything that was happening was planned.
-I saw your pain. I don't want to see it ever again - he announced, stroking the skin on her cheek, but her eyes still expressed uncertainty, hesitation - It's okay to love something you can't explain, it's okay to love us both princess.
-Just say the word - Jacaerys whispered right into her ear, and she turned her face towards him to almost meet his full lips in a kiss, surprised that he was right behind her ,without her knowing.
Y/n felt like she couldn't breathe, like something had crushed her lungs, preventing her from taking a breath, but as soon as she let out the first words, everything let go, the ropes were cut and the walls fell down.
-Never leave me again - she said to the boy before connecting their lips in a deep, longing kiss, tangling her slender fingers in his thick, dark curls.
She could feel the closeness of Cregan on her spine as he slid the white fabric of her nightgown off her shoulders, brushing her hair from her neck to kiss the skin in the hollow of it.
His mouth was hot and possessive, completely different from Jacaerys's soft ones.
The northerner's hand slid down her body, engulfing her womanhood hidden behind the thin material of her underwear, making her whimper into her second lover's mouth as Cregan's rough fingers slid between her legs.
Y/n tried to focus on her breathing as two pairs of hands freed her from her clothes, soon to be kneeling naked between them, feeling vulnerable as their gaze devoured her.
-So wet - Lord of Winterfell muttered, playing with her puffy folds, coating his fingers in the juices that spilled from inside of her.
-So sweet , just for us - Jace said, sliding his hand down her neck, resting his lips on her jaw, planting sensual kisses there.
-Just for you ,both of you - she whispered, feeling herself falling into a state of blissful erotic drunkenness.
-You'll gonna feel us for weeks in your little pussy - Cregan added, slipping his finger into her center , rubbing against her bum.
The younger man kissed her again, his hand still on her neck, squeezing it every time she took a breath into her lungs, while the northerner continued to assault flower of her womanhood, making her leak on her inner thighs.
Her abdomen burned with lust.
-You'll be good to us, won't you? - Jacaerys panted heavily into her mouth.
Girl nodded, no longer able to find her voice.
Her toes curled from how close she was , how close she was to be pushed over the edge, but just as she was about to fall, all movements stopped.
-You won't cum until we say - Cregan said with a trace of malice in his voice, licking her juices from his fingers - You've been hiding your affairs form both of us. You deserve a punishment.
Both men stood up as she sat on her knees, naked before their eyes, letting them savor the sight of her fair skin.
Her attention was focused on Cregan while Rhaenyra's son was busy with his pants.
Her hand slid up and down his erection, squeezing him here and there , while her thumb stroked the vein on the side of his thick member and ย the head, smearing his precum to use as lubricant.
-Aren't you forgetting something little dragon? - Lord of Winterfell asked with a low growl, forcing her to turn to Jacaerys. His manhood, erected, pointed directly at her red lips, waiting. Its top shone with a transparent substance and Y/n leaned closer to lick it while her small hand continued to run along Cregan's shaft.
Taking Jace into her mouth, she pressed her tongue against his member as he slid down her throat. His long fingers tangled between her white curls, pulling at the roots just enough to make her whimper softly, and the vibrations traveled through his shaft to his spine, causing his head to drop with a groan.
-Just like that, good girl - Cregan murmured, her stomach jumping at his words and her chest spread with warmth.
Her thumb traced slow, enticing circles around the northern man's head before she slipped the other lover's member out of her mouth, focusing now on the wolf, kissing the tip of his manhood and licking it from the base.
She felt his body twitch under her fingers as she swallowed him, running her hand over the part she couldn't reach.
-You're doing so well my love - Jacaerys praised her, pressing her head into Cregan's member until she choked.
When the young woman felt she was no longer controlled by the hand on her head, she pulled away from both men, taking in air into her lungs, panting breathlessly.
-Come on princess, let the wolf get a taste - the older brunette said, reaching out to pull her up and then kiss her as she stood in front of them.
The kiss was messy, wild, making her cheeks covered in saliva and precum.
-On the bed - Jace broke the kiss abruptly, grabbing the nape of her neck to make her look at him, slapping her left asscheek and striking it again as he felt her soft body tremble at his touch.
-Spread your legs, little dragon - Cregan said, standing beside the prince while she lay down on the furs in front of them - Show us what is ours.
Y/n propped her legs up on the bed, opening herself up.
-Play with yourself - sounded the next command and the girl didn't even know who said it, being clouded with desire.
A finger glided up and down her wet and swollen folds with ease, and her body quickly began to tremble as she ran it over her clit, circling the sensitive nub.
-Put those pretty fingers inside your pussy - came the next words, in a low and menacing tone that sounded almost animal-like.
Moving her hand down to her center, she did as she was told.
Her hips met the movements of her hand as she moved, trying to find her sweet spot, meowing miserably every time when she failed.
-Faster - Cregan said - Come on, show us how pretty you look when you cum.
Playing with her like this, telling her what to do with her burning womanhood made her cum with tears in her eyes, and a feeling of her legs shake intensely.ย And before her senses could have return to her, Jacaerys laid down next to her, pulling Y/n against his warm, muscular body for her to wrap her legs around his waist in response, pressing her breasts against his chest as his big member rubbed against her puffy clitoris.
-I need to feel you around me - he murmured, grabbing her hips, rubbing her against his manhood, watching her release drip onto his shaft.
At the thought, the young woman could feel her walls tightening and her heart involuntarily jumping into her throat.
And when he entered her, stretching her walls that he almost tearing her apart, it made her moan loudly, burying her face in his neck.
Cregan, however, gave her no time to adjust to her other lover, unable to help himself as her femininity struggled to take the prince all inside her, leaving a ring of white ,creamy substance behind.
Y/n felt the bed sink behind her, and soon the northernman's member entered her wet ,tight canal, leaving her breathless. Mixing pleasure with pain.
-You're doing so well , my good girl - said Lord of Winterfell, kissing her bare shoulder blades, covering them with bites and red marks - You taking us both so good ,aren't you? Your sweet pussy was made for us - his voice, though low and dangerous, trembled here and there as her walls tightened around the two members.
Her face was wet with tears and saliva as they mercilessly pounded her cervix.
Their hands were all over her body, holding her in place as they feasted on her body, and all she could do was moan and mewl, taking everything they were giving her.
-She's so drunk on the feeling - Jacaerys said, watching her expression , when his lips weren't attacking her skin.
-It's so easy to break our little dragon - the older brunette added, pushing his hips out, grabbing her bum - But she looks so beautiful when she's broken, making me never want to stop.
Woman felt her body flooded with a wave of hot flames, which made her walls tighten, stopping their movements almost completely, making both of them, unable to stop themselves, and cumming deep inside her, filling her to the full, while a pleasant familiar warmth flooded her lower body, flowing from her after a while, which made her tremble, falling helplessly onto Jacaerys' torso.
The smell of sex filled the air like an intoxicant that possessed their minds that were already clouded with lust.
And so the seahorse and the wolf feasted on the white-haired dragon.
Over and over and again , never wanting to stop.
Request: โFeyd with Reader from a lower house. Readers family has been making good moves to gain the barons favor and they have resources the Baron can't turn down. He offers Feyd in a marriage alliance, much to his nephews suprise.โ
A/N: I apologize in advance for such a delay but I was out of town , unable to write. Request written by anon. A very interesting concept that I thoroughly enjoyed writing.
Please remember that english is not my native language, I do not use it on a daily basis, so mistakes can or will happen.
Work contains smut, so minors do not interact.
She was a pawn.
From the moment she left her mother's womb she became a pawn.
The galaxy forced this role on her without her knowledge or consent.
And she could only watch helplessly.
When Baron Vladimir Harkonnen proposed an arranged marriage between her and his youngest nephew her role was reminded once again. And just as before, she could only watch helplessly as her father agreed , without even looking at her.
Because he was driven by greed , greed for which he had to pay the price.
A price in the form of his eldest daughter.
And when she found herself in front of her betrothed something crawled to the surface , something erotic. From the moment their eyes met , there was a lustful tension that grew and grew.
Feyd had never met someone like her. He was used to women who were pale , hairless, slender and almost melancholic.
She was different.
Her head was adorned with soft hair ,cascading down her back like a waterfall. Her face was decorated with rosy cheeks and full, kissable lips. Her body was curvy, shaped almost like the goddesses from the ancient books of Old Terra. Her eyes hid the passionate desire that he wanted to feel in every way imaginable.
And when he found her alone, wandering through the dark corridors of the keep , he decided to capture her.
-Are you following me , my lord na-Baron? - she asked , with a shadow of curiosity in her voice , looking at him out of the corner of her eye.
-You are walking around my fortress. I want to make sure you don't do something you shouldn't - he replied, approaching her, slowly, like a predator to its prey.
-That doesn't change the fact that you're following me - she whispered, turning her head so that she could get a full look at the man's face, his sharp jawline, full lips and cold eyes that made him even more handsome and dangerous.
-And what if you were right ,what if I did ? - he purred, coming closer and closer, so close that their breaths mingled with each other.
-Then I would wonder what have I done to caught the attention of Feyd Rautha himself - she replied , brushing her lips against his with every word she spoke.
-You are to be my wife - he said , placing his hands on her hips, moving them unnoticeably higher ,towards her waist -Isn't that reason enough?
-I do not entirely believe that this is the real reason my lord na-Baron -she proclaimed , covering his hand with hers , stopping his movements.
-What do you think the real reason is? - he asked, touching her cheek, moving his thumb lazily over her skin, making her shiver because of his cold , silver ring.
-You desire me as much as I desire you my lord na-Baron - she whispered into his mouth , looking deeply into his blue eyes , which were burning with want.
Feyd pushed her roughly against a nearby wall , hanging over her smaller body. His hands captured her loins , drawing her closer to him.
-You're walking on a very thin line - he growled , sliding his lips along her neck.
His tongue tasted her flesh , while his teeth bit the soft skin of her throat.
-Forgive me - she breathed out, placing her palms on his muscular torso -Forgive me because I said words that I shouldn't have.
-What do you mean? - he asked, looking at her from the corner of his eye, his nose gliding over the pulse on her neck.
-I feel a need that I have never been able to feelโฆAnd I can't control it - she confessed, looking at him from under her long lashes.
-You don't have to - he stated , whispering directly into her ear.
-I have toโฆbecause this needโฆI want my husband to feel it, my lover - she replied, escaping from his embrace.
However, the Baron's nephew did not let her go , even for a single step, before she again found herself in his arms.
-You think I will let you run away? - he asked, pressing her body against his -That I will let you awaken in me a desire I have never felt before and watch helplessly as you leave meโฆI will not let you.
The woman turned her head in his direction.
-I thought you prefer a challenging chase , easy prey is not of value to you - she admitted , running her gaze towards the dark corridor , the end of which could not be seen - Besidesโฆthe walls here seem to have eyes and ears my lord na-Baron , and this could ruin your hunt - she whispered , feeling how besides Feyda's eyes , there was something else hiding in the darkness.
The man followed her gaze , watching the void engulfing them until he heard a single movement , which made him move like a beast of prey , having found his victim.
The woman seizing her chance , disappeared into the abyss of the corridors , leaving na-Baron , who returned to their meeting place moments later , with blood on his hands and a thirst that burned him alive.
But she was no longer there.
When there was nowhere to run , he captured her once again.
His gaze alone held her in place , as she stood before him so innocent , so delicate , in a white , lace dress that changed color when their blood merged with each other , uniting them forever .
Feyd relished the sight of his wife , once so pure , now soiled with the blood he wanted to lick off her body , exchanging his oaths in a voice as cold as ice while his eyes burned with lust.
And when it was finally time to hunt , he felt the beast inside him tearing his way out.
-The time for the hunt has come - the priestess announced.
Na-Baron watched as the woman looked at him confused , but he only grasped her body in response , drawing her close to him.
-You won't run away from me this timeโฆbut I'll let you try - he whispered, before he let go of her body, watching as she moved in haste , flying away like a small bird that finally got its freedom , not knowing that a hungry wolf was right behind her.
Feyd let her disappear from his sight before he went after her.
His steps echoed through the abandoned halls , but he didn't care , because he wanted her to know that he was coming for her , that he was close , so very close.
He stalked her every move, always being one step ahead of her, even though she was still far away.
Until there was nowhere to run.
He found her in his chambers, naked , kneeling on the black satin sheets adorning his bed.
She was looking at him, waiting.
He cupped her chin between two fingers, stroking the soft skin of her cheeks, while his thumb traced her full, red lips.
-I truly believed that you would give me a worthy chase. But you're lying here ready for me to devour you - he groaned , sliding his hand down her throat.
-Maybe I've grown tired of waiting for you to catch me, my lord husband - she confessed, rising gently, just enough to brush his lips with hers.
He tightened his fingers on her neck , pulling her closer , attacking her mouth. His kisses were sensual and brutal like him , taking the breath from her lungs as her hands tried desperately to strip him of his clothes , which kept her from feeling his pale skin on her fingertips.
-Aren't you desperate , little wife? - he murmured , inot her mouth
-Pleaseโฆ- she whispered.
Feyd moved away from her , leaving behind the feeling of need on her flesh.
His hands stripped off his clothes at a slow pace , relishing in the way his wife , gazed at each , new piece of the skin he uncovered.
And when he got rid of everything that could separate them, he hovered over her just like the night they first met , kissing the skin of her collarbones , heading lower and lower , towards her ample breasts , her round hips and firm thighs.
-Feyd - she whispered, addressing him by name for the first time - What are you doing? - she asked, looking at him.
-I want to taste you , I need to know if you taste as sweet as your blood - he murmured, kissing her inner thigh.
Before the woman had time to reply to his words, his tongue touched her swollen clit, swirling around the pink pearl, making her uncontrollably thrust her pelvis forward, imprisoning the man in the softness of her thighs.
Na-Baron , in response, growled, clamping his hands on her body, drawing her impossibly closer, feasting. His mouth explored her womanhood, kissing and licking every part, leaving nothing without his attention.
He was bestial, greedily sipping her juices, which tasted like the sweetest dessert of his life, as his eyes stared at the woman before him, who was consumed by the convulsions of pleasure that tore through her body, making her burst into flames that consumed her mind.
Feyd watched in delight as she broke under the impact of her orgasm, licking everything she gave him, feeling her muscles go limp under his fingertips and seeing her eyes cloud over with uncontrollable desire.
Without giving her time to recover , he lifted her trembling body , laying it on top of him , sitting down himself , leaning against the headboard of the massive bed.
-You will ride me my little wife , you will ride me until darkness appears in front of your eyes and your body stops listening to you - he growled , marking her neck with purple marks and angry red bites.
The male, grabbed her thighs, entered her slowly, unable to wait a moment longer.
His shaft was so big, so thick, that his wife felt as if something was tearing her from the inside, feeling it deep in her belly.
So deep that she couldn't breathe properly.
The movements of his loins were strong and rough. His member was kissing her cervix alternately with hitting a spongy point that made her walls clench so tight that no matter how hard he pressed, he couldn't move.
The woman was coming out to meet his thrusts, trying to catch up with him, trying to catch the sweet release he had given her a few seconds ago , already addicting to it.
Arching her back and exposing herself completely, she wanted him to touch her and don't stop , never stop. And then she felt it. A mass of burning heat flooding her belly. She didn't know anymore whether it was her body that gave her that electrifying heat or maybe it was Feyd's warmth, but she accepted it, she accepted everything.
Request: โLady Margot is sent to Giedi Prime to seduce Feyd Rautha, yet na-Baron doesn't give in to temptation, showing how much he loves his wife and how far his obsession with her truly goes.โ
A/N: Request from @hskskdk , the request itself was slightly rephrased by myself but the context remained the same. Nevertheless, I hope you will all like it and you'll enjoy reading it.
Please remember that english is not my native language and mistakes might happen.
Work contains smut , minors do not interact.
The Bene Gesserit was a female order constituting one of the most important pillars of the Empire.
They were devious , cold and remarkably exalted. They struck fear as much as they did awe.
Yet in the eyes of young na-Baron, they were nothing more than witches manipulating the weak minds of even weaker men.
But that changed.
She changed it.
She was one of them. She was just as manipulative, just as devious. Yet one look from her was enough to make Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen bend to her will.
She became his wife, his lover, his goddess.
He was willing to kill for her, to cause suffering to those who were against her.
When lady Margot Fenring tried to break him the same way , make him hers , she failed. Because she wasn't her. She never could've been.
And with her failure came the raw rage of her sister.
-First you enter my house uninvited and then you have the audacity to try seduce my husband when my eyes are not focused on him- she said in a cold and harsh tone , looking at the older woman.
-I am not obliged to explain my actions to you Y/n - she replied, looking directly into the eyes of her younger sister -Because you know that the actions of our order have a greater purpose.
-And yet here you are - na-Baroness remarked.
-I'm here because you failed my dear sister - Lady Fenring said , her face still remained stoned and unmoved- In the place of the male heir there are three daughters. To have one child like that is a mistake but to have three is an insult.
Feyd Rautha's wife looked at her with composure , but her blood was boiling like wildfire , ready to burn everything in its path.
-Bene Gesserit needed me to give birth to a son. But my husband wanted daughters - Y/n proclaimed , walking slowly towards the blonde-haired woman - I gave them to him and I plan to give him as many daughters as he wants because it is my husband who has control over me. Only him.
-Even if this is what you allow yourself to believe , don't you think that eventually the need for a male offspring will occur? - she asked her - Feyd Rautha is still a man , a man who is the heir of the Harkonnen House. His love for you will fade away.
-His love for me is dangerous - Y/n declared - But it is not dangerous for me. It is dangerous for others - she whispered , standing in front of her sister - He is ready to kill for me , he is ready to destroy everything my heart desire - she confessed, looking into her blue eyes - He has already done itโฆand he will do it again, all it takes is a mere word from my lips. His love will not fade awayโฆit will only grow.
-Are you threatening me? - asked Lady Fenring , looking closely into the eyes of the na-Baroness.
-I warning you - she answered, measuring her with a disdainful look - I suggest you go to your chambers dear sister. Do not continue to tempt the creatures in the shadows who are watching you.
Her words were not commanding, but their hidden meaning made the woman walk away, leaving Y/n Harkonnen with her husband, who had been watching her in the darkness since the beginning of the conversation, following her like a hunter follows his prey.
-Do you wish me to kill her , my darling? - he asked , approaching her slowly , watching her intensely.
-You cannot - she replied , closing her eyes when his large palms rested on her body.
-She disrespected you , she insulted your children and tried to seduce your husband - he whispered , kissing her neck -You have every right to kill her. I will do it for you , just say the word my beloved- he said , capturing her face so she would leveled gazes with him.
She looked at the male for a long time , having a silent discussion with him, but no matter how much she tried to deny it ,her decision was made long ago , even before her husband had spoken.
-I want the life to escape from her eyes - she demanded - But I want her to wait, I want her mind to be filled with nothing but the awareness that she won't live to see the next morning - she said, sliding her hand along na-Baron's torso - And I want her to hear exactly how great your love for me is and what she can never have - she whispered sensually into his mouth - I want you to make love to me - she announced quietly, kissing his pale, full lips.
Feyd pulled her into his arms. His possessive grip left marks on her that she never wanted to get rid of.
He took her to their chambers.
His hungry mouth could not refrain from tasting her soft flesh , marking it with blue marks.
The woman in response tilted her head , exposing her neck , so that his teeth and tongue could have fuller access to her.
He attacked the exposed patch of her skin almost immediately, relishing in the taste of his beloved , trapped in his embrace.
His wife allowed herself to close her eyes , giving herself over to the arms of pleasure. His kisses made everything inside her cease to exist , only raw hunger remained.
When the man moved away from her body , and her back met the cool satin sheets , her gaze rested on him , and her brow furrowed.
She wanted him close , she needed him close.
Grabbing his neck with her hand, she pulled him towards her , bringing their lips together again. Their tongues moved in a passionate dance , as their teeth rubbed against each other , and saliva lazily ran down their jaws.
His hands destroyed the clothes between them , as his teeth marked each new piece of her skin with his teeth .
Her legs wrapped around his waist , feeling his thick, veiny shaft rubbing against her wet and trembling womanhood , and as he entered her , assaulting her insides , she drove her long nails into him ,scratching them across his pale back , leaving an angry red trail behind.
Feyd bit down hard on her neck , savoring her sweet blood.
In response , she grabbed his hand, bringing it closer to her throat , needing to feel more of the pain which mixed so deliciously with pleasure.
And the man immediately knew what the woman wanted from him.
He squeezed the skin of her neck , restraining the access of air to her lungs , smiling sinisterly as he felt her body tighten , and her climax approaching drastically fast.
Her eyes rolled back , and the image before her became blurry as her body was flooded with rough pleasure , that only her husband could give. Moaning loudly ,she felt his hot cum fill her , running lazily down her thighs , staining them black.
Na-Baron kissed the red , soft lips of his lover , tasting her with extraordinary tenderness as well as possessiveness.
-My knives are yours. My life is yours. My love is yours. My blood, my body, my riches, all these belong to you - he vowed to her ear , kissing its lobe - You have bewitched my body and soul and there is no one who can take me away from you.
The woman smiled gently , stroking his jaw with her fingertips.
-I believe you my husband - she stated , looking deeply into his blue eyes.
-Rest now my wife- he muttered at the hollow of her neck where he placed a single kiss - Rest because when you wake up I will make sure that you leave the chambers with another daughter under your heart.
She obediently followed his command , allowing sleep to envelop her exhausted body. And when she finally awoke , she was met with the sight of her husband.
He was covered in blood , kneeling in front of her lying figure , holding in his hands the head of Lady Margot Fenring.
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Request: โPaul Atreides falling in love with his father's younger wife, whom he recently married for political reasons, yet he remains loyal and in love with Jessica.โ
A/N: Request from anon. A very interesting concept that I thoroughly enjoyed writing. As always, I hope you will like reading my work, especially since this is my first attempt at writing for Paul Atreides.
Please remember that english is not my native language and mistakes might happen.
She reminded him of a goddess , a being from ancient books that survived the destruction of Old Terra. She was beautiful like Aphordite , full of warmth as Hestia and innocent and sensitive as Persephone.
Yet her eyes were full of sadness , like those belonging to Oizys.
And the young duke hated it.
He hated her sadness. The sadness which was caused by his own father.
Leto Atreides married her , but there was no love between them , there was only darkness and misery that was draining the young woman from the inside.
In Paul's eyes, his father's actions were cruel. He did not deserve such a delicate soul , and much less he deserve it to destroy it.
He tried , almost desperately , to understand the man when his eyes followed him with his own mother , but in vain. Because he loved the woman he could not have too much to forgive him for what he did to her.
So he stopped.
He stopped looking for forgiveness , which never existed.
Instead, he surrendered to the arms of forbidden desire , surrendered to the feelings he had been hiding so deeply inside himself, surrendered to her will without her even knowing.
His shadow began to follow hers, her steps became his steps , her breath became his breath.
And suddenly Paul Atreides became everything to her that his father never was.
He became her protector , her rock , her guardian , her savior.
But that wasn't enough for him.
He wanted more.
He had to have more.
He found her in her chambers , she was sitting on one of the many cushions, reading. But when she felt a presence behind her she stopped , turning her head to the side , looking out of the corner of her eye at the young duke.
-Paul - she said softly , turning fully in his direction - What brings you to me? - she asked him , closing the book , which suddenly no longer seemed interesting to her.
He didn't answer , not immediately.
But as the silence lengthened between them , the tension begin to grow as well.
-I want you - he replied suddenly , and despite the seriousness of the sentence his voice was composed , remarkably calm.
-What? - the woman whispered, shocked.
His words seemed to cut through the air like the sharpest knife, leaving behind a mark that was impossible to erase.
-I want you - he repeated , slowly approaching her figure.
She watched his movements , stopping only when the brunet kneeled before her.
-But you already have me - she said , placing her hand on his pale cheek.
Paul grabbed her wrist and closed his eyes allowing her addictive scent to dull his senses.
-Not in the way I would have wanted - he confessed , tasting her soft skin with his lips.
At his words, the woman pulled her hand from his hold , moving away from her husband's son.
-We can't. You know it's forbidden - she announced, furrowing her eyebrows.
-I know - he responded , getting up from his knees to approach her yet again - But no matter how cruel the truth is , my father does not love you , he never will. And I hate him for it, I hate him for marrying a woman he is not able to love.
-The world has always been cruel Paul. You cannot change it , you are in no position to. You are not a god - she said with a shadow of sorrow in her voice , feeling tears involuntarily flow into her eyes.
-But I can change the part of the world you belong to.There will be no more misery , no more pain - he declared, approaching her , trapping her between the wall and himself.
-Don't say that. I am begging you , don't say that - she whispered , closing her eyes, trying to push the brunet away from her, but to no avail.
The man kissed her cheekbones , nuzzling his face into her thick locks.
-Tell me the truth - he asked , but was met with silence - Tell me the truth - he repeated , but his voice no longer sounded familiar.
-I love you more than life itself Paul. I'm willing to die if it means I can taste your lips, even for a slight moment - she admitted, but although her words were sincere, it seemed to her as if someone pulled them out of her, without her permission.
-And I love you - he said - And believe me when I say this. I will never stop loving you. My love for you will only cease to exist when the sun will rise in the west and set in the east , when the seas go dry and mountains will blow in the wind like leaves.
-One day , you will regret those words Paul Atreides - she professed , feeling her breathing become more shallow and her eyes more clouded.
-Never - he growled , before attacking her full, pink lips.
His kisses were the opposite of him.
They were burning , chaotic , dangerous.
But despite this , she desperately grabbed his shoulders , trying to pull him closer and closer.
Their hands traveled over each other's bodies , as their lips tasted one another, never having enough.
They seemed to have forgotten about everything except themselves.
Suddenly the mortal world no longer existed.
There was no fear , sadness , or despair. In their place came lust , desire and love.
Feelings that were forbidden to them.
But they didn't stopped.
They didn't stop when their bodies merged into one. They didn't stop when the first rays of sun appeared on the walls of her chambers.
They didn't stop because there was nothing strong enough to separate Paul Atreides from his goddess.
Summary: Na-Baron never felt such hunger as when he was with her. He wanted to own her body and soul in every way.
And she was more than happy to let him do anything he wanted.
A/N: This was essentially based on my fantasies and desire for Feyd Rauth, so forgive me if his characterization is not identical to movies or books. But nevertheless, I hope you will like it and you'll enjoy reading it.
Please remember that english is not my native language and mistakes can happen.
Story is a heavy smut , minors do not interact. ย
-Don't take your eyes off the mirror, don't you dare turn away - he growled into her ear , biting her lobe seconds later, as his hands assaulted her exhausted flesh.
She thought she felt him on every inch of her body.
Her neck , her breasts , her shoulders , her ribs , her hips , her thighs , her calves.
On each of them there was an invisible mark in the shape of na-Baron's hand that burned her skin so pleasantly that she never wanted the feeling to go away.
-Whatever you wantโฆwhatever you want my na-Baron - she mewled, focusing her gaze on the man behind her, on the way his once-blue eyes immerse into a darkness of desire, on the way the veins on his hands pulsed intensely and on the way the muscles under his skin tightened with every movement of his pale body.
-What did I tell you so many times before? - he said , in a dangerously low and cold tone , suddenly grabbing her by her neck , placing his long fingers on her jaw to point her face in his direction -In this chambers you will call me Feyd , when I tear off your clothes you will call me Feyd , when I push you against the wall and fuck you until your body submits to my will, you shall call me Feyd - he purred, looking intensely into her eyes, which held so much love for him that it made him obsessed with her more and more.
-Forgive me Feyd - she whispered into his mouth , letting her head fall on the man's broad shoulder.
-You want my forgiveness? - he asked , running his thumb over her full, reddened lips - Then beg - he demanded , tightening the grip on her throat.
-Feyd..ah! - she moaned as he slid his thick shaft out of her tight, hot canal only to push it back in, this time much more aggressively and deeply, making head of his member kiss her cervix.
-I'm waiting, darling - he growled, kissing the left side of her face, never stopping the torturous movements of his hips, which made her unable to form a single word -Is this how you want to beg for my forgiveness? I expected more from you - he confessed , inhaling her intoxicating scent.
-No...no - she denied , grabbing his large hand , which held her waist in a possessive grip , desperately trying to focus , at least for a moment - Please...forgive me Feyd...forgive me I beg you...I need you...oh I need you so much - she cried out , grabbing the nape of his neck with her other hand , trying to taste his lips - Please...I need you more than air...I need you Feyd - she mumbled , looking at him with half-closed eyelids , feeling that another orgasm was approaching inexorably to deprive her of the rest of control she had left.
Harkonnen in response joined their lips together , kissing her deeply , wrapping his tongue around hers , running his teeth over her lower lip ,biting it hard enough to taste her sweet blood on his taste buds , while his loins slammed roughly into her , making his manhood abuse her insides , reaching so deep that stars appeared in front of her eyes and her legs began to twitch uncontrollably , threatening to make her fall.
Feyd ,feeling his lover cumming and squeezing his member so intensely that he could not move , growled like an enraged beast , biting her shoulder , thrusting his hips against her , despite the resistance , marking her walls with black cum that dribbled lazily from her swollen folds , directly onto her wet inner thighs.
-My sweet pet - he said into the hollow of her neck , sliding his hand over her body trembling from orgasm -What did I tell you at the beginning? - he asked , massaging her ample breasts that were spilling between his fingers.
Woman looked at him with clouded eyes , fanatically trying to remember.
-Don't take your eyes off the mirror, don't you dare turn away - she whispered hesitantly , returning her gaze to the mirror , but it was too late.
-You seem to be breaking every single order of mine - he observed, trailing his hand along her curvy body - Maybe I should break you , so that you learn to obey me - he wondered, suddenly grabbing her long hair, positioning her head so that she was looking at her reflection and nothing else.
-Lord Feydโฆ-she began but was not given the chance to finish , when na-Baron attacked her exhausted body.
He tore out of her orgasm after orgasm.
He pounded inside her more brutally and deeply with each climax, until his sweet girl was barely awake , full of his black, thick cum.
-I'm not done with you yet pet- he growled , pushing her onto black ,satin sheets.
The woman's body sank onto the mattress without a shadow of an objection.
Her heart rumbled in her ears , while her lungs greedily took in air that hot and heavy made her consciousness slip between her fingers leaving behind a shell of her former self.
And in Feyd Rautha's opinion, his eyes have never seen anything more beautiful and sinful.
His hands were restless , touching her legs with the precision of a hunter who had captured his prey , and was now ready to feast .
His mouth tasted her skin , savoring the softness and firmness of it. But he did not stop at her legs , no , he went higher , higher and higher , until his blue eyes rested on puffy womanhood , red from overwhelming pleasure and dirty from the amount of harkonnen cum that poured out of her center in excessive amounts.
His tongue ran along her folds , stopping at her clit, kissing and sucking it, making the woman trap him in a cage of her thighs, which he gladly accepted, embracing her hips, drawing her even closer to his pale face , making her scream.
His hunger was uncontrollable.
He feasted on her for hours, his mouth never stopping, too intoxicated by the addictive taste, that was dripping out of her, marking his face in the transparent liquid that he drank like nectar.
And when he finally was done , her mind was no longer present , and her body no longer listened to her.
She was breathing heavily , her sweaty, naked body was shivering , while her doe eyes follow the man above her.
Only when he chose to leave her bed , she decided to close them , welcoming the pleasant darkness.
But he didn't leave the chambers , he didn't go to the rest of his concubines like he had a habit of doing , no. Instead he returned to her , taking her limp body in his strong arms , hiding her from harsh outside world , stroking her naked back , while his lips kissed her cheeks decorated with dried tears.
-Mine - he whispered into her soft skin - Mine and mine alone.
Summary: She had never seen Viscount Targaryen , nor she ever exchanged a word with him. But that changed one evening, after which the man unexpectedly began to appear everywhere she looked , not letting her mind forget him. Even for a moment.
A/N: I'll admit I had a lot of fun creating the whole idea, mainly because a lot of inspiration was taken from the Bridgertons as well as from Pride and Prejudice, but I think the title explains it all.
I can only hope you will like it as much as I do and you will enjoy reading it.
Please remember that english is not my native language and mistakes can happen.
Work contains smut.
Viscount Aemond Targaryen.
A man known to few. With a mystery hidden behind his lavender eye, with a hair color of the December snow and a face cold and sharp like a stone.
He radiated both seriousness and arrogance, and with every word he spoke there was a sense of crude indifference to all those he considered unworthy of his presence.
And yet , despite all this , despite his status and sense of superiority , he stood here, stood and looked at the woman he couldn't have.
Her skin looked as soft to the touch as the most expensive velvet , her hair smooth and glistening , were pinned up and styled , highlighting her face , which was adorned with full , kissable lips and rosy cheeks.
Her curvy body hidden behind the material of an expensive dark purple dress left little to the imagination , letting his eye and mind feast.
But whenever he tried to force her to level gazes with him her eyes seemed to run away from him.
She never submitted to him. Instead, she chose to hide from the man, which made him want to hunt her, suddenly being more determined than ever in his life.
And just as he was about to seize her , trapping her in the snare of his long arms , a female hand grabbed his shoulder, halting his movements.
-Mother - he said through a clenched jaw, looking at the older woman out of the corner of his eye.
-Where are you going Aemond? - she asked , wrinkling her eyebrows in consternation -Your betrothed has just arrived , don't keep her waiting - she confessed , shifting her gaze towards Floris Baratheon , who was standing at the other end of the ballroom.
-There are matters , which I must attend to. Immediately - he replied in a controlled and cool tone of voice, gently pushing his mother's hand away , leaving her before she could stop him physically or verbally.
His steps, like himself, were full of control and composure without betraying his true intentions even for a moment. Intentions that were able to crush him under the weight of future consequences, which, despite everything, seemed of little importance to the viscount ,especially when he finally found the mysterious woman who has clouded his senses with her mere presence.
She stood on the balcony , gazing at the night sky , letting the moon illuminate her immaculate face , giving her person an almost angelic glow.
But when Aemond crossed the threshold , placing his foot on the marble slab , the stranger's gaze almost immediately turned in his direction , finally allowing him to drown in the depths of her eyes , which looked at him with intrigue as well as a shadow of irritation.
-Who are you? - she asked , looking for an answer in the features of his face , unfortunately unsuccessfully.
-I should ask you the same question Miss- he stated , walking slowly towards her.
-And yet it was not I who burned the imprint of my eyes on the stranger's body - remarked the young woman , turning fully toward the viscount , now facing him -You did sir. And now you have decided to follow me.
-I did not follow you - he replied , placing his large hand on the stone railing , giving her a feeling of almost being trapped , by how close he was to her now - The truth is that I tried to find you.
-Since you have achieved this goal , what more do you want? - she asked almost in a whisper , studying his face , which was decorated with a long scar and a sapphire in place of the left eye.
-Your name. I want to know it- he said as quietly as she did , bringing his face closer to hers.
The air around them suddenly seemed to become hotter and heavier.
-I will tell it to youโฆif you tell me yours sir- she replied ,breathlessly , not knowing why.
-Aemond Targaryen - he said almost immediately wanting to know the name of the stranger, who with each passing second made him forget about the bride that waited for him downstairs.
-You're a viscount - she pointed out, placing her hand on his chest to create a previously non-existent distance between them.
Aemond furrowed his brow and took her wrist in his palm , feeling her quickening pulse under his fingertips.
-Are you worried that someone will see you with me? - he asked her with a shadow of amusement on his face.
-I'm worried about what a man like you wants from me , when he is about to marry one of Borros Baratheon's daughters - she stated , stepping away from the stone balustrade , forcing the viscount to let go of her hand.
-I simply wish to learn your name - he answered , repeating his earlier words.
-Y/n Stark - she said , finally revealing her identity, causing a satisfied smile to appear on the viscount's face, which disappeared as quickly as it appeared as she continued - Now if you'll allow me, I'll go my way and you go yours, and we'll act like this encounter never took place.
-Your secrets are safe with me , I assure you Miss - he reassured in a serious tone.
The woman's gaze fled from him for a brief second, as if she needed to think deeply about something. After a moment she shifted her gaze back to him, looking into his violet eye with stoic face.
-Goodnight lord Targaryen - she said before she left the man, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
When the silhouette of the woman disappeared , he wanted to follow her , but stopped himself , turning his gaze in the opposite direction. Yet he could no longer focus on anything other than the beautiful female he meet at the ball to celebrate the engagement, his engagement.
And he wasn't the only one.
It seemed that he was everywhere she was.
No matter what she did , no matter where she went , his figure always appeared in the corner of her eye.
He haunted her mind as much as she haunted his , and despite how much it tormented both of their souls , she kept her distance , running away from him like a game , while he was the hunter , hunting her. With each of their encounters being closer and closer to catching her.
Until finally there was nowhere to run , nowhere to hide. The only thing left was confrontation.
They met again at the ball , in the same place where their eyes first met , the first time they heard each other , the first time they touched each other's skin.
But this time the man wasn't alone.
Floris Baratheon held on to his arm , smiling shyly at the people who were watching the viscount and future viscountess.
And Y/n was one of them.
Her eyes stared at them with a shadow of longing , that the young woman did not even try to hide.
-Are you all right sister? - asked her older brother, standing by her side since the beginning of the ball , watching her closely.
-Yes , yes - she whispered , turning her gaze toward the man, -I just need to get some fresh air.
Cregan sent her a concerned look but did not stop her , silently watching as she left the residence in a haste.
Her breathing seemed to become heavier by the minute , and her footsteps got more and more aggressive.
The realization of what was happening to her began to sink inside her brain.
Miss Y/n Stark had fallen in love with a man who belonged to another.
And if fate hadn't mocked her enough , the bane of her existence appeared when all she wanted was to forget.
-Miss Stark - Aemond greeted her , standing still as she turned to face him.
-Viscount Targaryen - she replied , with distress in her tone -Why are you here?
-I saw you leave in a hurry - he explained , scanning her face, which had a grimace of fatigue on it -I wanted to make sure you were okay.
-Why? - she asked , frowning her eyebrows -Why you do this when your betrothed is inside , waiting for you. Why do you do all this? These unexpected encounters , fleeting glances. Why my lord?
The man suddenly appeared by her side. He was so close that their breaths mingled and there lips almost touched.
-Because I care about you - he confessed with seriousness in his voice , looking hard into her eyes.
-You don't know me. And I don't know you - the woman said , stubbornly trying to push away the viscount , but in vain - We can't love each other , we can't.
-And yet, despite your proclaims , I can no longer eat , I can no longer sleep , I can no longer breathe without letting you consume my every thought - he proclaimed , capturing her cheek in his large hand -You haunt me in my dreams , you haunt me during the day , you haunt me when I'm with my family , you haunt me when I look directly into the eyes of my betrothed - he growled , brushing her ear with his lips -You can deny it , but at least don't make me do it , don't make me continue to suffer without you by my side.
Y/n felt as if something had possessed her.
His words made her finally forget, but unfortunately not about him, but about the outside world that was so close to them, almost at her fingertips.
She let the viscount finally taste her full pink lips, embraced her wide hips in his rough hands, and dragged her to the carriage standing just behind them, locking them inside.
The interior of it suddenly seemed so small , as their bodies pressed against each other.
His palms, large and warm, touched her in places that were forbidden to him, but in his movements there was not a shred of thought about the later consequences, only uncontrollable lust.
-From the moment our eyes met, I knew that I had to possess you, that I had to make you mine - he whispered into her neck, gliding his nose over her pulse, brushing the skin of her neck with his tongue again and again, leaving wet marks behind.
The woman moaned quietly in response , closing her eyes and tilting her head , making herself putty in his hands , which he took advantage of by pushing her onto the seat ,kneeling himself on the floor of the carriage , with his large hands running over the white material of her dress , therefore revealing the smooth skin of her legs , which he sensually kissed, leaving an electrifying sensation that caused her to shiver.
Her eyes closed involuntarily when the viscount's lips found their way to her heated and moist inner thighs , while his fingers melted into her firm bum , lifting her curvy body so her ankles could fell on the man's broad shoulders.
His teeth found their place on the woman's undergarments, tearing them in one strong movement, which caused the cold air to hit her sensitive womanhood, that trembled under the sudden change of temperature.
-Aemond - she whispered , calling him by name for the first time - What are you doing? - she asked, looking down.
-I want to taste you - he muttered , kissing her ankle - I wonder if you taste as sweet as your lips do - he said , slowly pulling up her long gown , so that nothing would block his view of the woman before him.
Before Y/n could respond to his words , his tongue touched her swollen clit , swirling it around the pink pearl , making her uncontrollably thrust her pelvis forward , imprisoning the man in the softness of her thick thighs.
Aemond , in response , growled , clamping his hands on her firm flesh , drawing her impossibly closer , feasting.
His mouth explored her femininity , kissing and licking every part , leaving nothing without his attention .
He was bestial , greedily drinking her juices , which tasted like the sweetest dessert of his life , as his eyes stared at the woman in front of him , who was consumed by convulsions of pleasure that tore their way through her body , making it burst into flames that consumed her mind.
The viscount watched with delight as she broke under her first orgasm of the night, licking everything she gave him , feeling under his fingertips how her muscles went limp , and seeing how her eyes became clouded by uncontrollable desire.
-Aemond - she said breathlessly , desperately grabbing his jaw , trying to pull him close to her.
-What is it my sweet? - he asked , purring like a cat.
-Pleaseโฆpleaseโฆmake love to me, Aemond - she begged, brushing her lips against his, tasting herself on them, combing her fingers between strands of his white hair.
In response, the man embraced her curvy body , securing it in his strong arms , positioning the lovers so that this time he was resting on the seat , placing Miss Stark on his legs , immediately proceeding to assault her neck with slow kisses, while his hands crept to her throbbing entrance , which was waiting for him , embracing him tightly as he inserted two fingers into her , sensually moving them.
-So warm and tight - he muttered into her ear , biting its lobe - Full of desperation and need.
-Don't make me waitโฆI beg youโฆI can't stand it - she whimpered , burying her face in the hollow of his neck.
Viscount took her flushed cheek in his hand , making her look at him while his other hand skillfully unbuttoned his black pants , freeing his thick and long member , which he directed at her wet entry , entering her slowly and carefully , looking deeply into her eyes.
She felt like she could feel him in her throat.
He rammed her insides , mixing the feeling of pain with pleasure , spreading it from the top of her head to her toes.
She moaned, whimpered and mewled, letting him move her as he pleased, making her see stars.
His member was hitting sensitive places that were never known by her, making her walls clench tighter and tighter against him.
The second orgasm that overtook her body felt overwhelming , yet he kept moving, wanting to feel the sensation of her thight walls clenching onto him for as long as possible, before he did what he wanted from the moment he saw her.
He maked her his.
Y/n moaned softly, feeling the sudden heat that poured from inside of her , right between her wet and sticky thighs.
Holding the viscount by the neck, she pulled him even closer, snuggling into his muscular body.
Everything seemed to quiet down around them.
The windows of the carriage fogged up through their passionate act , and the air became hot and suffocating.
However, they did not care , they were too busy melting into each other's embrace.
But this changed when she heard his words , whispered directly into her ear.
Summary: She wanted power and control , and she was determined to do anything to get it. She knew exactly how far she had to go and what she had to sacrifice to make devil himself appear and turn her dreams into reality.
A/N: There was a lot of inspiration from novels and series with witchcraft and witches, so there may be darker askpets in this work, as well as a slight devil worship. So if you are not comfortable with that , you are forewarned.
Nevertheless , I hope you all will like the idea and as usual you will enjoy reading it. Please remember that english is not my native language, mistakes may happen.
Work contains smut , minors do not interact.
He stood before her.
A fallen angel.
The dark lord.
The devil himself.
He was tall and lean, but behind the layer of blood she could see the muscles that tightened with every breath he took.
His long hair had been tainted with a scarlet substance, but she could still see their silvery whiteness.
One of his eyes was violet while a sapphire stone glowed in the other. He had long face which was decorated with a scar, but it only made him more handsome in her eyes.
There was a darkness around his person , a feeling of danger.
But despite this, she stood before him , staring at him. She did not fall to her knees before him , she did not bow , she just stood , silently watching the former God's soldier , who stared at her just as intensely.
-You came - she whispered after a moment , approaching him slowly.
-You called - he replied , smiling smugly , when he noticed how the woman looked at him , how she fought to control the trembling of her body.
The man allowed her fingers to brush against his pale torso, where his heart was hidden, taking pleasure in her curiosity , which seemed to grow by the second, with each newly touched patch of his skin.
-How should I call you? - she asked , leveling her gaze with him.
Suddenly he grabbed her wrist , that was touching his human flesh.
-You have called me , and yet you do not know my name? - he said, pulling her close to him, so close that their lips were almost touching, and their breaths mingled.
-You have many names and many forms - she replied , resting her free hand on his shoulder to try and push him away , but in vain.
The devil took one last look at her before his attention shifted to the witch's wrist, the same one he held in an iron grip, the same one he kissed extremely tenderly, leaving an electrifying feeling behind.
-Aemond - he muttered after a brief moment , his mouth moving upward, kissing her blood-stained fingertips - You will call me Aemond , little witch.
-Aemond - she repeated, tasting his name on her tongue.
-Again - he growled , embracing her around the waist , making her black , lace dress slowly become covered in crimson.
-Aemond - she whispered , looking at him , but his attention was focused on her full , soft lips.
-Tell me my beautiful Y/n- he murmured , catching her chin between his fingers, pulling her towards him again ,letting her addictive scent delude his senses -Tell me what you desire , and I will give it to you.
-You know my name? - she asked, but there was no surprise nor intrigue, which made the white-haired devil even more crazy about mortal woman.
-How could I not know the name of the witch who sacrificed so many innocent lives so that I could come down to earth? -he remarked, smiling tauntingly, out of the corner of his eye looking at the window, reminding her of the bodies lying in the forest deep in the ground and the sea of blood that she shed - I'll aks you one more time, what is it that you want? -he repeated himself, sliding his thumb over her lower lip , staining it with blood.
-I want Salem, I want it all for myself - she confessed without a shadow of hesitation in her voice.
-I'll give you Salem. I'll give you a town from the edge of the world, and with it all the miserable lives that are in it - he said - But I won't do it for free - he confessed, and the woman widened her eyes in disbelief and irritation, which she did not manage to hide from the man before her.
-I called you on Black Sunday. I have performed the ritual. I shed the blood of the pure and innocent so that you can stand here before me in a body of flesh and bone. I gave you all I could give. What more do you want? - she wondered , furrowing her eyebrows in an act of displeasure, which amused the devil.
-You- replied Aemond , stroking her cheekbone with his thumb -I want you to become Queen of the Night. I want you to rule at my side in hell as my beloved and as my bride. I want...to have you.
-Why me? -she asked, pushing him away moments later-What is so compelling about me that the devil himself wants to have me?
The woman looked at him expectantly, but he remained silent for a long time, trying to get close to her again, which resulted in her slowly moving back with every step he took towards her, playing a game of cat and mouse with him.
-Everything my beautiful Y/n - announced the king of hell , still following her silhouette , almost like a predator followed after its prey -I know your thoughts , your dreams , and your goals. When you made a pact with me, you let me see the darkness you hid inside your soul. The darkness that made me crazy about you - he growled , grabbing her by her forearm, pulling her toward him to trap her in his strong arms once again.
The young woman looked into his violet eye before her gaze focused on his scar. Her hand involuntarily lifted upward the tips of her fingers touched the thickened tissue , tracing its path.
Her act seemed to have no deeper purpose, but this was not true. That scar and that sapphire hidden in his eye socket spoke of the fact that someone had once defeated him, leaving him crippled and betrayed. And she knew that the devil was as vengeful as he was powerful and that no one would go unpunished as long as he existed.
And the witch needed this , she needed her own black knight ready to kneel at her feet.
-If that's what I have to do to get what I want - she purred like a cat, bringing her face closer to his -Then make me your queen - she whispered into his mouth , brushing them gently with every word she spoke.
Aemond growled lowly at her words , clenching his large hands on her waist before he attacked her soft, pink lips.
His body was hot against hers, giving her the impression that she was being burned alive, but despite this she did not move away from him, entangling her fingers between strands of his white hair, pulling at them and drawing him closer as he tore her dress off her shoulders, leaving her only in a black velvet choker with an obsidian crystal hanging lazily in the middle.
-Now you belong to me - he said , grabbing her neck and pulling her away from him -Your body and soul are mine. For all eternity - he muttered into her swollen lips.
-Yours. All yours - woman declared quietly, trying to reunite their lips in a fiery, passionate kiss, only to have the man's rough fingers tighten on her throat.
Devil laughed as he observed her actions.
The witch in front of him seemed so cold, yet one touch from him was enough for lust to take over her mortal mind.
She was almost like an enigma to him , but it didn't frustrate him , oh no , on the contrary. He was pleased with this fact , pleased that his new toy wasn't so easily broken.
But he decided to try break her anyway.
He pushed her body against a nearby wall , hovering over her almost immediately.
Still avoiding her sweet lips , which called out to him , he kissed her ample breasts , going lower and lower , marking every , possible patch of her firm skin , until his tongue found it's place between her swollen and wet folds.
He tasted her as if she were the sweetest of desserts, causing her to let out a loud, erotic and lustful moan.
Her fingers once again found their way into his long hair as she w writhe in convulsions of pleasure that the devil himself was giving her. His movements were precise and bestial at the same time, making the knot of her lower abdomen burst pathetically fast and impossibly intense drenching his face with her juices, which only made him more feral.
Aemond joined their lips in a sensual kiss , placing his hands on her thighs , lifting her in one , sure movement , as if she weighed as much as the feather itself.
Laying her down on the soft mattress , he did not even for a moment move away from her addictive lips , which so soft and sweet stimulated his senses .
His hands, soon after, began to roam over the witch's delicate body , exploring every inch of her immaculate flesh just as his lips had done moments ago.
-Please - she panted - Please don't make me wait any longer.
The man leveled his gaze with her.
Her eyes were misty and her lips were slightly parted. Her hair scattered over the red satin was almost arranged in a halo giving her an angelic appearance.
-Even if God himself offered me the kingdom of heaven, I would not be able to refuse you, my beautiful Y/n - he replied, tearing the leather pants he wore.
The witch let out a loud, uncontrollable moan when she finally felt him inside her, filling her, warming her body like a fire , which instead of burning gave her nothing but pleasure.
Their sweat quickly turned into one as he moved inside her and as their naked and bloody bodies rubbed against each other creating the smell of sex that was so intoxicating, the two lovers couldn't pull away from each other.
His mouth practically devoured those of the mortal woman, pulling away only to breathe after their heavy, wet and hot caresses.
As Aemond began to pound into her harder, deeper and faster, the young woman's legs involuntarily began to shake, betraying how close to the end she was , and her hands, as if having a mind of their own, went to his back, driving her nails into his milky skin.
They were unappeased , passionate and almost brutal in their movements , making their act a sweet torture that went on and on , never stoping. Not even as night turned into day , and day turned into night again.
They remained in each other's embrace , becoming more and more addicted to each other.
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-You came - she whispered after a moment , approaching him slowly.
-You called - he replied , smiling smugly , when he noticed how the woman looked at him , how she fought to control the trembling of her body.
The man allowed her fingers to brush against his pale torso, where his heart was hidden, taking pleasure in her curiosity , which seemed to grow by the second, with each newly touched patch of his skin.
-How should I call you? - she asked , leveling her gaze with him.
Suddenly he grabbed her wrist , that was touching his human flesh.
-You have called me , and yet you do not know my name? - he said, pulling her close to him, so close that their lips were almost touching, and their breaths mingled.
-You have many names and many forms - she replied , resting her free hand on his shoulder to try and push him away , but in vain.
The devil took one last look at her before his attention shifted to the witch's wrist, the same one he held in an iron grip, the same one he kissed extremely tenderly, leaving an electrifying feeling behind.
-Aemond - he muttered after a brief moment , his mouth moving upward, kissing her blood-stained fingertips - You will call me Aemond , little witch.
-Aemond - she repeated, tasting his name on her tongue.
-Again - he growled , embracing her around the waist , making her black , lace dress slowly become covered in crimson.
-Aemond - she whispered , looking at him , but his attention was focused on her full , soft lips.
-Tell me my beautiful Y/n- he murmured , catching her chin between his fingers, pulling her towards him again ,letting her addictive scent delude his senses -Tell me what you desire , and I will give it to you.
Request: โI love your works, and I am wondering if you could write dark-angst fic abt neteyam (aged-up obv). Maybe in a scenario where the reader does not like neteyam/sees him as a friend and likes someone else, which makes him jealous. It doesn't have to be nsfw, but I think it will be very fitting considering the theme of the story.โ
A/N:ย I have a weakness for dark characters. That's why when I was writing this request I couldn't resist and added a few things along with little changes, going beyond the content I was given from anon.
Not my best workย but still I hope you will enjoy reading it and that you will like it.
Remember, english is not my native language, grammatical errors will or may occur.
Works also contains smut , and that's why please minors do not interact with it.
*Some characters have been aged up
She felt it, felt his burning gaze on every inch of her body.
No matter where she moved, no matter how she bent, his eyes followed her ,devouring her.ย This sent a wave of shivers down her spine which spread all the way to her toes.
And when a pair of hands slid subtly over her ribs, the gaze on her body was no longer devouring, but burning, causing her a pain she couldn't forget.
-Your body is right here , with me. But where is your mind tรฌyawn? - a man asked her, tickling her earlobe with the air that escaped from his mouth.
-My mind is here as well , do not doubt it - she replied, placing her hand on his chest, when her eyes wander over his blue skin and the black tattoos that decorated it.
-Are you lying to your future Olo'eyktan? - he asked, cupping her chin in three large fingers, stroking the soft skin of her cheeks, his thumb tracing her full, kissable lips.
-I would never lie to you, Aonung - she stated quietly, grabbing his wrist, squeezing it gently.
-Yet you're avoiding telling me the truth - metkayina man said, trying to find theย answer in her onyx pupils, which had dilated, now resembling a dark night sky that decorated her irises.
Suddenly, the eyes that had been staring at her disappeared, causing her skin to be covered with a long-forgotten coldness.
-There is nothing I am hiding from you - said the woman, involuntarily looking away towards the place where the one who had been watching her every move had recently stood.
But after her words, the person she was looking for so desperately was suddenly behind her, as if summoned. Hiding her silhouette with his massive body ,placing a large, rough hand on her hip, giving her the impression of a silent and sick announcement that she belonged to him, that she was his property.
-I hope I didn't interrupt anything important - he said politely, so politely that it almost sounded like a lie that hide his true intentions.
-No ,of course not my Olo'eyktan - the woman replied immediately, avoiding the gaze of both men.
In response, Neteyam placed two fingers under her jaw, forcing her to look into his golden eyes, which screamed one word - liar.
-Good , very good...in that case, I would like to talk to you - he announced, speaking to her as if they were alone, even though they were surrounded by a sea of โโpeople -...privately - he added, and his voice became lower, heavier, almost threatening.
She was unable to agree or refuse before the same hand that held her waist pulled her towards its owner, making her surrender and accept that she was trapped in a snare that was impossible to escape.
But even if she tried to escape, she knew she couldn't do it. She was too weak to disobey, too weak to oppose, and she hated how powerless she had become.
-Neteyam... - she whispered and almost immediately his attention focused on her -...you have to stop. I am begging you.
The man approached her, running his nose over the soft skin of her cheeks, inhaling her intoxicating scent that made him just want to be closer to her.
-I don't understand what you're talking about yawntutsyรฌp - he said, running his fingertips along her ribs and collarbones, stopping at the crook of her neck.
-My heart doesn't belong to you. I am not yours - the young woman said suddenly - I have never been Neteyam... and I never will be.ย
Her words made the hand around her neck tighten, not to choke her, but to give her a silent warning.
-Oh, but you are - he growled low in her ear - You are mine, you belong to me Y/n. No one else can have you - his words became more possessive, more dangerous - You said it yourself, I am your Olo'eyktan - he whispered, pressing his body against hers - That makes you my possession.
Y/n let her body go limp.
My possession echoed in her head, and the dark thoughts that had crept into her mind so long ago suddenly became the reality that stood right before her eyes.
-Whatever you feel for me, these emotions. They are dark, poisoned. They are deadly - she noticed, closing her eyes after a moment when in response Neteyam only wrapped his other hand around her figure, pulling her closer to him, so close that the warmth of their skins overlapped - This is not what love should look like.
The man looked straight at her.
-How do you know what love looks like? - he asked, and the hand that was holding her throat found itself on her jaw, holding her head in place - How do you know what my love looks like if you never let me show it to you? You never try to take it, to feel, to truly feel what my love for you feels like.
-If this is what your love is supposed to look like, then I don't want it - the young woman announced, looking directly into his golden eyes, which became shadowy, no longer hiding the darkness that smoldered deep inside men -Your love is like ivy that wraps around me and suffocates me every time I try to move, tightening more and more, so much so that it breaks my bones. This's what your love looks like.
- I'll show you what my love looks like - he growled , suddenly attacking her neck with his fangs , which almost immediately penetrated her skin , creating a bloody mark , that made a silent scream fell out of her mouth , and a shadow of tears appeared in her eyes.
After thatย Olo'eyktan moved away from her body , watching with a kind of pride what he had done , moments later pushing her against a tree, immediately hovering over her small body ,like a predator who had managed to capture its prey.
His hands touched her with extraordinary precision, giving the impression that he was everywhere, not allowing even one patch of Y/n skin to be untouched. Her shoulders , her hands , her ribs , her breasts , her hips , her thighs.
His fingertips left behind a burning sensation that, instead of dying out like a barely smoldering flame, lasted like a wildfire that consumed not only her body but also her mind.
His lips glided over her soft skin , going lower and lower with each kiss , which left a wet trail and chills behind. Neteyam stopped only when he could taste her sweet arousal on his tongue , soaking her inner thighs and loincloth .
Her material teased the skin of his face , which found its place on her womanhood. Therefore, his hands , still roaming over her body , found their place on her hips , just above the belt that held her lower garment , after a moment ripping it with great force , tearing it almost to pieces.
-No...no , Neteyam - she whispered, trying to push him away, even though her body trembled with growing excitement that she could not accept.
-Stop fighting oeyรค yawne- he muttered, looking at her out of the corner of his eye as his lips brushed her pubic bone, coming dangerously close to her clitoris, which was swollen and wet, begging to be touched - Just give in -he whispered , before his tongue sank between her puffy folds ,tasting her as if she were the sweetest of fruits.
The woman moaned , and her body involuntarily went limp , now being poised by the man in front of her , feasting between her legs , devouring her and making her mind grow emptier and emptier , no matter how much she tried to resist it . Not when his lips roamed over her womanhood , touching her so well, as if he knew her better than she knew herself , which terrified her as much as it thrilled her.
-No...no...oh please stop...I can't - she babbled , as her own body began to refuse to obey her.
But he continued his assault , slurping her juices with great greed , making her orgasm approach uncontrollably fast , too fast .
Y/n tried desperately to push Neteyam away from her , but he only clung to her more , lining his tongue deep into her canal , teasing her tight gummy walls , making stars appear before her eyes, while the lower part of the man's face was covered with a transparent liquid.
The young woman let her head drop involuntarily.
Her eyes closed again and again , and her mind became completely foggy , unable to think, unable to escape.
-This is what my love for you is , my sweet syulang - he said tenderly , capturing her heated cheek in his large hand - You saw it , you wanted it , you needed it - he announced in a dark tone of voice , kissing the tears that began to run down her face - You truly wanted it , your truly wanted to be mine...forever - he whispered , encircling her tired body with his arms , drawing her toward him , nestling her body into his.
And Y/n allowed him to do so.
She allowed him to kiss the crown of her head, she allowed him to bring their kuru together, making them into a unity that even though it wasn't supposed to exist had just been born, finally making her his.
Truly his. Forever.
