'maester orell says you are not to leave bed.' he declared, 'you have delivered me two healthy sons. i've no doubt you'll continue to play your part.' his hand runs along her belly, until his fingers can find the edges of her nightrobe and pulling it open, 'am i understood, wife?' his hand gropes at her breast, almost absentmindedly. she was his. to touch, to breed, to fuck. he was king, a targaryen son, he took commands from no one. he was a king who did as he liked, 'as long as you do your duty. as long as you continue to please me.....' his thumb runs over her exposed nipple, 'you have nothing to fear.'

"master orell said the same with our previous two sons, and nothing bad happened..." she pointed out, before a small gasp escaped her throat when a large hand wrapped around her full tit and gave it a rather rough squeeze - enough to make her back arch off of the bed, enough to make her mouth part on a gasp of lewd lust " i know my duty, husband." the brunette moaned "i will give you many more sons, they will rule all the lands."

The best friends father.

His eyes slipped to the door when he heard voice. "Stay quiet." His pace slowly, torturous for him, meaning it had to be agony for her. He ground his hips against her ass, leaving his entire thick length pressed against her inner walls. "Make one sound and you won't get what you need." The voices lingered. Surely the heavy scent of sex could be smelled even around the closed door. No one would take the omega from him. Sebastian continued to give them minimal stimulation while readying for a potential fight. Seconds drove on, though no attempt had been made to come into the room.

the Omega was long gone to the abbyss of need, heeding no warning until the man's voice took on that dark, growl-like quality that pierced through her senses. yes, she would listen to that. Anna stilled, a small whimper escaping her throat to voice her displeasure with the current situation but the need to fulfill the order - to please him with her obedience - was almost too much to ignore. Anna stood, unmoving, not daring to flex even a muscle as she tried to even out her breathing, to focus on anything else except the way her traitorous body continued to clench around the Alpha's cock still, even when he no longer fucked inside of her. restless. mindless. needy and desperate. she could not stand still, her heat taking over as the brunette slowly pushed back - not enough to truly fuck, but definitely enough to take the last remaining inch of the Alpha's cock before the swell of his knot would touch the seam of her warm, dripping folds, matching the man's own movement that sent sparks flashing through her vision. she refused to obey another command, remaining silent, eyes closed, knees shaking underneath her own weight as she stood and waited - dripping her own slick down the inside of her thighs as her body desperately tried to bring the Alpha's attention back to her.

A specialty of Frank's since he had been placed in the position of power was bending the rules. To suit his needs. To suit the needs of the Ashcrofts. To suit the needs of the empire that he was a part of through association and loyalty. Oh, did he ever bend them. Right to the very edge of breaking. Being too obvious about things wouldn't serve himself or the family any good so there was always a line to toe. That didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself. The whispers of the still somewhat new business venture of the Ashcrofts were just that. Whispers. To most of the general population. The work that they ran with men and women was known to those who could keep their mouth shut. Frank had never truly run paperwork on any one that he had picked up. Anna was no exception to the rule. She was by far the most eager though, and certainly the most open. Who wouldn't take advantage of such opportunities. The brunette was sprawled over his desk currently. Her soft, warm body completely pilant to his whims and desires. Fucking her bare was a risk that shouldn't have been taken but time and time again, her eagerness and desire stoked his own. Hips canted forward, angle changed just slightly so that he was hitting that soft spot he knew would have her choking on her own words. The slick tightness clenched down against his cock and he swallowed down a groan. Always such a greedy one, Anna was. If he hadn't known better, he would have thought she was trying to trap him. His teeth drug against her plump lower lip, breaking the dirty kiss. "I bet that's what you want, isn't it?" His balls smacked against her ass with each hard thrust, Frank applying more force to every snap of his hips. "What a story that would be. Pretty local whore knocked up by the Sheriff. She had to let go of her slutty ways." He grinned down at her. "But you wouldn't. No. You're too addicted to cock, my cock, to ever not be a slut. You would just become my slut. Keep you in my home. Doing all the cooking and cleaning. Knocked up whenever I felt like it was time to keep you in your place. That the future you see for yourself? My little broodmare and housekeeper?" Your only job in life to keep my house clean, me fed, and my balls empty. Oh look. I think you just got wetter at that."

SO WHAT IF IT DID? so what if the thought of it alone was enough to make her core clench around his thick cock harder than before, what if it made her pussy gush with wetness that coated the man's length and the insides of her thighs in an embrassing display of arosual at the sound of the words that rang through her ears and painted a picture of upmost lewdness within her head. the sight of herself clad in nothing but thr sheriff's shirt, barefoot and pregnant in his kitchen, serving him coffee before sitting in his lap - either hole full of his cock as they share bites of food with his large hand on her swollen belly. that was too much. too much and not enough at the same time. "fuck." Anna cursed, head thrown back as Frank's continuous thrusts did not lessen even the slightest bit, sending her barrelling through layers of bliss and guilt --- here she was, getting fucked out of her mind by a man who was supposed to write her a ticket or even lock her up for the night. here she was, fantasising about being bred full of his cum instead of being at work and earning the much-needed money. "wouldn't you like that, daddy?" Anna hummed, breathless gasps of ecstasy escaping her throat once every few moments, barely able to string together comprehensive thoughts as her body swam in a pool of warm bliss from his enormous cock balls-deep within her cunt again and again and again and- "to see me swell with your child, knowing that I'm so full of your cum that it continuously leaks out of me." the brunette grinned "to see my tits swell, to have my body become a slave to pleasure as it grows more and more sensitive to your touch..." she teased, core clenching aroun Frank's cock harder than before, making a point, wanting the man to loose his grasp of control and to absolutely ruin her right there and then. to make her his. even if just for the night. "fuck, Frank, I'm so close."

Would you work there?