A Smutty Tale
A/N: Didn't think this will get another review; but AbraxasLD proved me wrong. So I pulled ny head out of my bunghole; and managed to put this up.
AbraxasLD, thank you for the kind and encouraging words; I do not believe you have read it a hundred times though! (:p)
In any case, enjoy the story. As always, let me what you guys think through the review. I don't reply to review, because I am too lazy, but I do read them all!
Let me know what other sexy-times you guys want this couple to engage in I can't promise to always write; but I will if I have the time.
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Part 3: A Flower Amidst the Sand Dunes
Dorne was a breath of fresh air; both literal and figurative.
The sound of children filled the air, laughing as they played in Doran's Water Garden. Here, Daeron was free of King's Landing terrible scent; and the pressure of politics.
The Crown needed an heir; but Daeron was adamant against it. Elia's first pregnancy was hard on her; leaving her bedridden for months. The Crown will have to contend itself with Rhaenys as queen; that, or wait for Rhaegar's children.
Daeron walked into the room; spying the gaggle of handmaiden attending to his lovely wife. Elia was laid with only a thin silk towel covering her delectable body; scented oil were being rubbed onto her back and limbs, making her olive skin shone like polished gold as she received her massage.
His cock was getting hard.
"Leave us and make sure my daughter does not interrupt."
Rhaenys was a darling, but she can be terrible with her timing. Elia's handmaidens left in a hurry, and Daeron locked the door to their guest room.
His wife's smoky dark eyes were already half-lidded; eyeing him with a predatory leer. The massage had relaxed her, it seemed.
"Such terrible timing, husband." It did not take away her wit, however.
"Apologies, dear lady." He murmured as he stalked closer.
"Apologies should only be made when one meant it, my lord."
"What makes you think I did not mean it?"
Elia laughed throatilly, her elbows propped her up from the massage bed; giving him a facefull of her cleavage; shadowed by the dim light. Tantalizing and alluring. Her slender, porcelain smooth hand gestured at his crotch.
"You are a terribly libidinous man, my lord."
He reached her matress and knelt; leaving his tenting pants aligned to her face.
Elia laughed again, "Such uncouth behavior. Whatever shall the court say when they know?"
"They will say my wife's perfect body aroused me."
She laughed again, but he heard a bitter note in it. "She has lines on her belly now, my lord, and her teats sagging."
"Still a body that pleased her lord husband." Daeron replied, "Now undo my breeches, my lady. Your handmaidens will not stop Rhaenys for long."
Her lips curled playfully, "If that is what my lord husband wished of me."
He scooted closer, and Elia fumbled with his pants; undoing them in a fluid motion. They fell to the floor and his cock sprang out; rock hard and throbbing.
"Already so excited, hm?"
She kissed the tip of his cock; then slowly engulfed the head. Pumping the shaft as she suckled on it; pushing it deeper inch by agonizing inch. Her tongue swirled around the base of his cock head; then prodded his slit. His wife had grown skilled from practice.
She looked up at him; eyes heavy-lidded and dark murky pools of lust. He nearly lost his control.
"That's enough, Elia." Elia pulled away with a grin; Daeron tucked a strand of curly hair behind her ear, and lifted her chin up. His wife rose along until their faces met; and her kissed her tenderly. "I do believe it is your turn, dear lady. On your back, my love."
Elia shrugged off her silk towel; and laid back onto the massage bed; facing upwards, she scooted to the edge. Daeron laid halfway onto it, his knees still on the cool tile; and his upper body laid on the matress. Elia's long legs took their usual place by his shoulders.
He could see the stretch marks on her belly; the remnants of her battle against the Stranger as she brought Rhaenys into the world. For a moment, to Daeron, her stretch marks were more arousing than her soaked folds.
He ran his tongue over her marks; Elia looked down in surprise, and no small amount of trepidation. He would just have to get her used to it, then.
"They are the proof of our love. I would no more wished then gone than I would trade you for another woman." He told her, and enjoyed the way her cheeks darkened.
"Flatterer." No heat in her words.
Daeron grinned wolfishly, and scooted lower to lap at her gushing folds.
Elia tasted intoxicating, as usual. No matter how much he indulged in her taste; it never failed to make him heady. Elia's breathless moans spurred him; digging his tongue into her core, feeling her heat almost melting him. He bit her nub, flicking his tongue over it; her fingers dug into his scalp, the stings were anchor that he did not lose himself in her.
Daeron slipped two fingers into her, moving them roughly in search for her elusive spot. When he found it, his woman gasped; her slit gushing like a broken dam. The scent invoked in his mind the darkest and most depraved thoughts of Elia's sensuous body.
He sipped on her nectar; Elia whimpered beautifully as the last drop of her sweet musk left her. He rose and saw her eyes clouded. Good, her wit was gone now.
"Such divine taste, Elia." He murmured against her lips.
She whined, slinging her arms around his neck. Daeron kissed her; coaxing her tongue out then suckling on it. Elia's whimpers were maddening; so was the way she unconsciously hooked her legs behind him.
"Impatient, love?" He kneaded her breast; they had grown slightly after her pregnancy. "I wonder, is there still milk left in here?"
"Find out, then, Daeron." Elia murmured.
He needed no further prompt; snuggling into the valley of her breasts. He inhaled her scent, mixed with the oils; then moved to engulf one dark bud in his lips. He rolled her other bud in his figers.
His wanton princess arched her back; pushing more of her flesh into him. Daeron suckled strongly as he kneaded. There wasn't any left, he knew; it didn't stop him from enjoying the feel of Elia's bosom in his mouth.
He let go with a strong pop and a string of saliva. Leaving a wet and erect nipple in his wake; and a quivering Elia.
"There doesn't seem to be any drop left. Pity."
What little wit she had regained was lost again, it seemed. It thrilled him that Elia would turn into this carnal mass of sinful curves whenever she was on her back.
"Daeron... Please." She whispered, her Dornish lilt rolling around his name; not unlike a purring feline. "Please."
"Please what, my princess? You should ask properly, or I might not know what to do with such a sinful woman."
She bit her her lip, chewing on it. He could picture the gears turning in her mind; weighing if it was more sensible to give in and beg, or to resist and tease him. He cupped her lower mound, raking his fingers over her finely trimmed pubic hair; giving his wife a reason to beg.
She folded then.
"I need my lord husband to fuck me. I need you inside me, Daeron." Elia babbled.
"In your cunt or your ass? Be specific, love."
His Goddess squirmed, "Both. Seven Hells! Both, please, please, Daeron please."
He chuckled, dark and depraved and merciless. He remembered the first time he sodomized her. At the time, he was aroused, and she had been heavily pregnant with Rhaenys. Her hands and mouth simply wouldn't do it anymore; and Daeron refused to touch another woman.
Elia had taken pity on him and confessed that Oberyn had sent her a book on anal-sex. That had led to an awkward fumbling; Elia on her hands and knees while Daeron kneeling behind her and consulted the book step by step. Before long, Elia was addicted to it. The depravity of the act aroused her more than the sensation itself.
"Oh, you horny, horny princess. What will the court say, when they knew Princess Elia like her husband's cock stuffed in her ass?"
Her retort died a swift death when he impaled her gushing cunt. Elia wailed digging her nails into his shoulders. He lifted her up; Elia still impaled on his cock; and moved to the cupboard. Each of his step bounced his wife on his cock, impaling the meaty appendage deeper and deeper into her cunt; eliciting a throaty cry from her.
A discreete letter to Oberyn ensured there was a hidden stash of enema pump hidden behind a fake cupboard wall; along with a jar of lube. It took several tries and more fumblings; as he knelt to pick the items; Elia mewled along with each of his movement; but eventually, he managed to take them without dislodging his cock from Elia's smoldering core.
Daeron pushed her against the wall; his legs spread and propped her up. He fumbled again; inserting the hose of the pump into the jar, then the other end into Elia's forbidden passage. Made unnecessarily harder with his wife sliding up and down the wall with his shoulders as leverage; to continue their rutting on her terms.
Elia whined when the hose entered her; keened beautifully when the first drops of the lube were pumped into her. The sensation forced her to stop moving, eyes clenched shut and mouth opened wide, riding on the pressure that slowly bloating her belly. It was a reminder of what she was unable to give him; what she, though not her choice, had denied him. To see her filled with his child again.
Daeron rubbed at her expanding tummy; a part of him longing to see her heavy with his child. It was fortunate that Elia was delirious that she did not notice. His wife would have insisted he impregnate her if she knew, regardless of the risk; she was selfless that way.
When he judged her filled up; Daeron brought her to the corner of the room. Pinning her on the wall above the waste-pot; he kissed her bared neck, leaving marks that he would shamelessly forced her to show her handmaidens; as her flushing face was too lovely to ignore.
"Daeron." Her breath hitched; her stomach rumbled, Daeron smirked against her lips. "It's coming out..."
"Then let it out, wife."
Elia, sweaty and flushed, glared at him. "It's going to leave a mess."
"What do we care, we won't be the one cleaning it."
Her stomach rumbled again; Elia whimpered and put her hand over her rosebud; trying to stall the coming tidal wave. Daeron drew back, and surged into her; Elia cried out, desperately holding her dignity intact.
"Daeron!"
"Let it out, my love." He chewed on her lips.
"No! If you don't put me down, now, you won't ever touch me again!"
They both knew it was an empty threat on her part; Elia was as addicted to him as he was to her. Daeron chuckled, slowly easing his wife down, "I am just teasing you, love."
Elia's glare remained firm as she squatted over the pot; which put Daeron's cock in her face. She reached for it without being prompted; and pushed it into her mouth.
"Like a proper whore you are, my lovely wife."
Dark brown eyes darkened further with lust; he could see her remaining free hand reaching down to rub at her nub; occassionally disappearing into her slit, two, three fingers at a time. The dirty sound followed soon; squirting the mud-brown feces into the pot.
As disgusting as he found the stench of her feces; his lust hazed mind told him it was Elia's. Everything Elia is beautiful. From her brown eyes peering up at him; her wide hips; to her tiny pink lips, both cunt and mouth, wrapped snug around his cock; the lines on her belly; her smallish breasts; even the smell of her shit...
She drove him spare with need.
Daeron let loose inside her; the pure white seed, thick with his desire for her, burning with his need for her, coated her tongue and painted her insides white. Elia pushed the cock deeper, directly into her throat as his pulsing cock sprayed its juice directly down her gullet.
Daeron's knees buckled; almost falling over but managed. His cock left Elia's mouth slowly, his wife reluctant to let it free from her clutches. Elia gazed at him hopefully, "You are not done, I hope?"
Those eyes would be enough to harden his cock. Daeron smirked at her, slapping her cheek with his half-hard cock, "Then you have better tried your best, my love."
Elia laughed a delightedly perverse laugh.
"Lay down," She commanded as she rose and put a lid on the pot to stave off the stench.
He laid down on the matress; watching her intently. Elia fetched her towel and slipped it between her legs; dragging it back and forth along her cunt and her ass; he could imagine the delicious friction as it twisted her face. Her hips gyrated on the silk towel, a private personal dance that only Daeron was privy to; and he saw the wet spots she left on the length of the fabric. Her lower lip tucked between her teeth; eyes darkening with delighted carnality.
His blood roared in his ears; but he had plenty of blood; and the rest flowed into his cock. It was rising steadily; a monument and proof of his devotion to his wanton Goddess. Daeron barely heard her lilting laugh as Elia witnessed her effect on him.
Elia crooked her finger at him, beckoning; turning and sashaying away towards the shelf. She wanted to be taken like an animal; he would indulge her. He leapt at her like a man possessed; her surprised scream was music to his ears.
Daeron bent her over a shelf of scented oil. His wife scrabbled and fought him half-heartedly; resulting in many jars of oils shattering on the floor. He could care less about the wasted oils; only caring that enough was left to slick his cock.
"Daeron!" Elia gasped
His oiled fingers sunk into her squeezing anal passage; moving ferociously in chaotic pattern; not that she needed too much stretching-
"Put it in, my love; Gods, please put it in."
She liked her sex with a little bit of pain and humiliation; a little savagery and amorality; topped with a dose of tenderness and quiet moments. Those came later; for now, it was savagery.
Daeron's hand smacked her left cheek; she shrieked; and begged for more.
He pushed his cock into Elia's rosebud; listening to her whimpering in satisfaction as she stretched forcefully. His palm came down for another spank; Elia's rump was starting to bloom beautifully. He pumped her anal passage; pouring more and more oil to ease the burn in her forbidden depths.
She whined and begged with delirium when his cock pulled out; and squealed with abandon when it speared back in. Elia's sweat mingled with the oil and her nectar as they gushed out of her cunt. Elia had one hand over her slit, rubbing feverishly.
Then her ass tightened. Elia keened and tensed and and her back arched, her shoulder hunched; he could feel the trickle of her sweet nectar gushing down their legs from their joined hips.
"Such a waste of a perfectly delicious liquor, beloved."
He sighed into her ear, pulling his cock out; then gently sliding it back in. Elia's shudderingly broken and babbled moans pushed him over the edge. The scalding cum in her plugged orifice triggered a second peak.
Daeron laughed tiredly at his wife's almost catatonic state after their high passed. He leaned over her back; hooking her chin up to face him, and over her shouder, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.
"I love you."
Elia smiled and he pulled her into his arms; craddling her body as she tiredly sought out his lips for a deeper kiss. She mewled, cupping his face to force their lips closer. His hands on her back began to wander south-
They jerked at the loud banging by the door.
"Mama! Papa!"
They stared at each other, incredulous. Like icy cold water had been doused on them. Children had that effect on horny parents.
"Sssh! Princess! Let's play in the water, don't bother the-"
"No! I want my mama and papa!"
Daeron sighed, "Why can't your handmaiden be a bit more useful?"
Elia smacked his chest playfully, "Ashara is my best friend, don't insult her. Besides, no one can really say no to Rhaenys. She is her father's daughter."
He chuckled, resting his forehead on hers; inhaling her scent and renewed their kissing-
"Papaaaaa!"
He briefly regretted ever having a child; but after they fixed their clothes and unlocked the door; and Rhaenys came in screaming and leaping into his arms; he didn't think he could ever live without Rhaenys anymore.
Or Elia, for that matter... Especially Elia.
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