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Tower of Joy
Lyanna Stark slowly awakens from a very pleasant dream. She tries to stretch her hands but soon discovers the pair of strong masculine arms that are wrap around her torso.
A grin appears on her lips when she realizes whom they belong to.
There can only be no one else. To be sure, the arms belong to her two husbands.
Lyanna gradually opens her eyes and instantly sees Rhaegar Targaryen lying next to her right and Arthur Dayne sleeping on her left side. She knows both are still naked after a long night of love making. Even now, Lyanna feels sore after being taken repeatedly by her two husbands.
Rhaegar is awake and he greets her with a soft smile and heat in his eyes.
"Good morning, my love." He says, propping himself on his elbow to look at her.
Lyanna warms beneath his gaze. She wants to squirm as she recalls what the three of them did last night.
"Good morning," she says in return, turning to fully face Rhaegar.
"Did you have a good rest?" Rhaegar asks as he runs a finger over her collarbone.
"I did." She replies, smiling.
"Good," Rhaegar says as he leans forward, his intent obvious in his lilac eyes. "Because I'm not done with yet."
Lyanna flushes when she feels something hard and hot pressing against her stomach.
They are about to kiss when the third person in the bed finally awakens.
"Hmn…"
Lyanna hears Arthur murmur and feels his arm tighten around her waist, almost possessively.
"You two weren't really about to begin without me, were you?" her other husband asks and Lyanna turns to see him frowning. His dark violet eyes gazing into hers.
"Of course, not." Lyanna responds, smiling at Arthur to assure him. "We were just about to wake you, right Rhaegar?"
"Yes," Rhaegar answers while nuzzling Lyanna's neck. Then, her breathing hitches when he begins to caress her breast until it begins to swell in his palm.
"I am glad you are awake, my friend." The Prince states while Lyanna moans when Rhaegar rolls a thumb over her nipple. "I believe its time to break our fast with this delectable morsel right between us."
"It's time for another feast, you mean, Rhaegar." Arthur returns, chuckling as his hand wonders down from Lyanna's waist and towards the place where she starts to throb.
Lyanna bit her lip to stop herself from moaning out loud when Arthur's fingers parts her soft folds and starts rubbing the little nub that will surely drive her mad.
And Lyanna doesn't know whether to laugh or whine at their conversation. Instead, she decides to press herself against their hands as they begin to touch her intimately.
"A feast then, my friend. Let's have a feast once more." Rhaegar rasps out and he dips his head to take one erect nipple into his mouth.
Lyanna gasps, a jolt of heat going straight through her core where moistness starts to gather.
With pleasure zipping in her veins, Lyanna allows a mewl to leave her lips, when soon after, Arthur moves to replace his fingers with his own mouth and begins feasting her down there. She bucks as his tongue laves at her.
Lyanna knew it will be soon when her two husbands will become tired of the foreplay and takes her at once and at the same time.