Chapter 16: The feast
Myr
Daenerys woke up in the room she shared with her mother in Myr, with a big smile. It's been a long time since she slept so well, and so long. As she got up, she started to stretch herself.
Daenerys thinks about her meeting with Aenar in Illyrio's mansion. How kindly did he treat her and especially, standing up for her? Apart from her mother, no one ever stood up for her in front of Viserys. And yesterday when he hugged her from behind. His hands around her waist... Thinking of him, she felt a heat rising from her stomach, and her cheeks were getting warm.
And he also wanted her and her mother to learn to use a sword. When she tries to object about that, saying a Lady doesn't do that, he stops her and said "You are a Princess, not a Lady. You are a dragon, not a sheep. So be a dragon, and sharp your claws." And that moment made her felt even more for him.
She shakes her head. 'You have to stop thinking about him.' But it was impossible. His beautiful dark curly hair, and those dark gray eyes in which you could drown and that if you looked at them was as if they saw through your soul. He always has that look. Ever since the early days when they met in dreams.
She was brought back from her thoughts when she heard a knock on her door "Come in!" and she saw her mother entering, shinning as always, and still the most beautiful woman in the world.
"Daughter. Why are you smiling?" asked her mother, hugging her. "And you are burning."
'Damn, Daenerys control yourself' she thought. "Nothing, mother. I was only...thinking."
"And the crux of your thoughts it must be Aenar. Can't blame you. He is very handsome," she said with a smirk.
Damn. She feels again warm rising from her stomach.
"Mother!?" Daenerys exclaimed, sitting in the chair in front of the mirror.
"What!? Everyone thinks that, and every woman would fall in love with him." Her mother replied, combing her hair "With that warrior's body as if it was sculpted by the Gods, his eyes and above all his hair. I think he took it from his mother." As her mother talked to her about these things, Daenerys felt that warmth rise again from her core and wetness between her tights. She never had this and didn't know what to do.
"Mother I need a bath. Can you help me relax."
"Of course. Come, my daughter."
Once they got to the tub, Daenerys went inside. As her mother sits in a chair next to the bathtub, she starts rubbing her back and massaging her temples. That feeling of relaxing was so good, especially when it was her mother to do that. Thinking back to what her mother had told her, Daenerys asked her "Mother, if you had been younger and met him, would you have married him?"
"Yes. Without hesitation. There aren't many men like him."
Now she wanted to ask another question, even though she was a little embarrassed to ask. She even asked herself this same question the moment they met with Aenar and exchanged their first words. Sometimes when she was with her mother talking, sometimes she saw him looking at their body, and when she or her mother cough this stare, he quickly turns, becoming red and embarrassed.
She wasn't stupid, she knows what men think of their body when they look at them, and sometimes they are impulsive, doing very disgusting things, but he never does that, and he never talks with an inappropriate language. Even when they sleep in the same tent and bed. Of course, her mother told her what happened the first morning. She was very embarrassed to talk about that argument, but her mother assured that it was something natural, and when she will taste that, she would love. Of course with the man she was in love, would be better. But Daenerys knew with who she was secretly in love, to whom her heart was given, and to whom she would give her maidenhood. So she needs to really ask her.
"Mother, if Aenar agreed, would you sleep with him?"
"Yes. Why not. As I said he is handsome and we are dragons. For us the rules of the gods do not apply" she responded. Then she added smirking, "After all we also need fun and only other dragons can keep with our wildness in bed. And who knows that that can't be tonight. Men do stupid things when they are drunk because they have more courage."
Now Daenerys was really red and embarrassed for asking that, and couldn't wait for tonight, because if he wanted her he could have her.
"Don't be shy, Daenerys. If not with me you will talk about these things, then with whom."
"Yes, mother. It's just that…. I don't know. I was never prepared for such things." Daenerys then looked up to her mother and saw that she was sad.
"Don't feel sorry for that mother, it wasn't your fault that you couldn't rise us."
"I know, but I still feel bad for that," she responded in a sad voice, and tears began to start. "I didn't even have a chance to hold you in my arms, to kiss your little wounds, to feed you at my breast. I always wanted a daughter, to raise her and teach her. And when I finally had her, that damn usurper…."
"You still have a lot to teach me, mother. Especially how to seduce and pleasure a man."
She chuckled, "I think that in that area we both have a lot to learn. But I know one thing. They love this," she said putting her hand on Daenerys' breast, "And what we have between our legs. With this two you can conquer an empire."
"And a Prince, with a big dragon?"
"I don't know. But it will depend on how big is his so-called dragon," her mother responded and then beginning to laugh. And only after some moments Daenerys really understood to what she was referring, and she blushed in thinking about His… Manhood. Wanting to change the subject she asked, "How do you think is Viserys?"
Her mother, sighing said, "I don't know. He took your father road for madness. He would have been a danger to us all. But as a mother, l want to think that he will find a good wife and live a happy life there with the money Aenar gives him. But who knows. His hunger for the Iron throne and the power will be his downfall."
Daenerys didn't want anything bad to happen to him, because she owes him her survival until now, and that's why she didn't let Aenar kill him. But she didn't want to see him again. For how he treated her, never.
"Enough of this talk, let's go outside."
When they walked out, her mother asked where Aenar was and the guard said he was in the training camp for archery. As they made their way to their destination, Daenerys and his mother met a beautiful, but young girl, who attracted their attention very much, because she looked just like Aenar.
Lowering herself, her mother asked, "Who are you, little one?"
"I am Arya Stark, daughter of Lord Eddard Stark, Robb's sister, and the king's closest and most trusted cousin, Aenar Targaryen," she replied with a serious look, putting her hands on her hips and looking toward them. Daenerys, as well as her mother, was very impressed, by Arya, by her fiery spirit and by what Aenar had told her, a sharp, direct tongue.
Her mother smiled, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Arya. My name is Rhaella," answered her mother extending her hand, "And this is my daughter Daenerys." The little one stretched out her hand and shook her, while to Daenerys she gave a smile, and this made her mind travel to forbidden territories and never thought until now. Or what a child of hers and Aenar' s would look like.
She shook her head, to chase away these thoughts when she heard Arya ask "Are you heading to Aenar?"
"Yes," replied her mother.
"Come, I'll accompany you."
When Daenerys got there, she saw that Aenar was training with his bow, without his tunic on, or was more like a blue opened shirt, without sleeves, and with the breaches also blue. She wandered her eyes over his body, the muscles, the chest, the abs, then lower. She feels hot rising from the core again and her knees weakening.
She shakes her head. 'Enough of these thoughts Daenerys, be focused.'
But she heard her mother whispering "Look at him Dany. His leaned but toned muscles. Wouldn't you want to touch his body, on every inch and kiss and suck and bury your hands through his hair…"
"Mother!?" She said with a smile, embarrassed.
"What? There's nothing wrong with admitting that you want him and you desire him. And I'm sure he feels the same way. And don't feel ashamed to lust him, Daenerys."
Then she heard Aenar calling for her, "Daenerys, would you like to try?"
He wanted her to try archery? That brings a big smile to her lips.
"Sure!"
"Come here, then."
He gave her the bow and arrows and began to instruct her.
"Stand aside Daenerys, raise your elbow a bit, and look at the target, but don't think. Your eyes have already seen the target."
Following Aenar's instructions, Daenerys first shot an arrow, then another and another one, encouraged by little Arya, who was next to her mother, and who shouted to her some advice. Finally, it was Aenar who helped her to hit the objective, with one hand on the bow under hers, and the other on her hip. Now Daenerys was in trouble, because all she could do was thinking of his whispers of encouragement, his breath on her skin, and especially his hand on her hip, and that Daenerys would like so much for it to rise higher or lower.
Chuckling, Aenar said, " You think too much, Dany, and you keep the pull too long. Leave it as soon as you've touched it. Otherwise, your arms will hurt." Then she hits the target.
"Very good," said Aenar, kissing her on her cheek from behind, and she blushed, but it seems that he didn't notice and when he moved away from her a bit, she sighed in relief. One of these days, if he continues to touch her like that, she will have a heart strike.
"Daenerys! Rhaella!" shouted Aenar "Come to meet a friend. Or rather a family member."
And at that moment Dany saw him. All white, with red eyes, and a docile, but fierce, look. She has never seen this kind of animal.
"I've never seen this kind of animal."
"This is a direwolf, and his name is Ghost. He and Caraxes are good friends, despite the big difference in size, but they both grew up close.
" He' s beautiful," said her mother, caressing him, but Daenerys couldn't find the words to describe such a beautiful creature, that should have been extinct since before the arrival of the dragons.
When she took him in her arms he was so soft, and she already adored him. She giggled when Ghost gave her a lick on her face, and she caressed him behind his ears and under his snout.
"Now I have to go, but you can continue the training. I'm sure Arya can give you good advice," Aenar said, kissing the little wolf on her forehead and then leaving.
This day was going better and better.
The celebrations for the victory against Khal Moro had begun. All the Allies and his captains drank, sang, danced and enjoyed themselves. Of course, each one in his own way. Aenar also danced with Dany, Rhaella, and Ashara, but also with Alyssa, who was a wonderful girl, but not his type, not because of her personality, but because of other things. And Aenar felt the effect of alcohol grow. He saw that Daenerys and Rhaella were having fun, dancing with his captains, when asked to do so.
He saw Robb filtering through Alyssa Snow, the leader of the Company of the Golden Spears.
When he saw them enter the hall, he was breathless and speechless. They were stunning.
Daenerys was the most beautiful woman he has saw on this earth. And when thought she couldn't become even more beautiful, he was wrong. Tonight she was even more beautiful. She wore a beautiful blue dress, with also a blue neckless, that he gifted today. She had let down her hair, and that highlighted her young and beautiful face. She will break a lot of hearts, Aenar thought. She was a true, beautiful Valyrian Princess, who bring pride to House Targaryen.
Rhaella on the other hands, wear a beautiful purple dress. She didn't wear neckless, but she wears a bracelet, with the sigil of House Targaryen and what seems a ring.
And Arya, who was also present at the feast, usually was close to Ashara, with whom she seems to have become very close since he left to fight the Dothraki. But sometimes she was with Daenerys or Rhaella, filling their heads with stories about dragons and Visenya.
It made him very happy to see everyone laughing and having fun, but also a little jealous to see them dancing with the other men. Feeling the alcohol clouding his senses, Aenar knew that he had to take some air, and headed to the balcony of the great hall.
Leaning with his elbows on the edge of the balcony, Aenar looked towards the sea, and closing his eyes he tasted the fresh evening air that extinguished the fire inside him caused by the wine and thoughts he had about Daenerys and Rhaella.
"Too much wine, young prince?" Aenar heard a voice from behind him.
"Yes and other thoughts." She approached him and put her elbows on the edge. As she looked toward the sea and the moon, Aenar watched her with the tail of her eye. She was beautiful, with a beautiful dress, and her face illuminated, both from the hall and from the moon. The locks of hair were waving in front of her face.
"And these thoughts of what they are."
He took a breath and replied, " Of you."
"Me?"
"Yes. Since that morning my thoughts about you are not very honorable, and that's why I want to apologize. Remembering the dreams I had about you increased my desire for you. Then I saw the dress you were wearing tonight, and how men were looking at you. This made me crazy and I wanted you and I craved you even more."
When Aenar looked at her, embarrassed by his revelations, he saw that Rhaella was not hurt or disgusted by these revelations, but rather had a smile on her lips.
"I have the same feelings and emotions as you."
"Can I... Can I kiss you?" he asked with despair in his voice, that it was killing him.
"Yes," she replied with a whisper, and he immediately placed his lips on her. Her lips were also soft for her age, as was her face. Then as she put her arms around his neck, Aenar put one hand on her waist while the other on her hair, and increasing the rhythm of the kiss.
When Aenar tried to lower his hand towards her ass, she immediately broke the contact and backed away. Aenar immediately thought he had overstepped, but then he heard her say, "Not here. In your rooms."
Aenar nodded and then returned to the hall. He couldn't wait to have her, and now he had to have a little speech. But when he saw that Daenerys was about to kiss someone, the jealousy was on, and he immediately wanted to break that contact.
"My lords, friends, and allies. We got a great victory at the Green Pass. We showed the Dotrakhi what real men are made of," and they all raised their glasses, shouting and laughing.
"Then we achieved a great victory, by conquering Myr and showing all of Essos the fate of those who break the contract. But now I must retire. I've had too much wine and my senses are fading. But please continue until dawn. You deserve it."
When everyone diverted their attention from him, Aenar gave one last glance at Daenerys who was looking at him and then left the hall and headed for his rooms.
Rhaella saw Aenar leaving the room, and she knew that soon she would have to leave too, even though the feast was still in bloom. But she couldn't wait to fuck with Aenar. But first, she had to find an excuse for her daughter.
While she was having a conversation with some of the guests, Rhaella saw Robb Stark and the young commander girl heading out towards the same balcony where Aenar, and she was, and as she got closer she saw that they were kissing each other, in the darkness, while he lifted her up in his arms against the wall.
Rhaella smirked, thinking that even the most honorable of men could not resist the pleasures of the flesh. But after all, they were young and energetic.
As she approached Daenerys, Rhaella said, "I need to retire. I've had enough of wine and food. "
"I'm coming too," said Daenerys, but Rhaella tried to change her mind and keep her at the feast. "No Daenerys. You are young and you need to have fun after the hell you spent with Viserys. Continue to celebrate, but keep your eyes open. There are very drunk men and women here, and you are a beautiful Targaryen Princess. If something happens, seek out Arthur immediately. Do you understand?"
Her daughter nodded and heard her ask, "Have you seen Aenar, Mother?" looking around.
Rhaella, not having voice to answer, at the mentioning of his name, and of what she intends to do, shook her head. She knew that if she had to talk, anxiety and anticipation for what she was about to do would betray her. Kissing her on the forehead, Rhaella began to head out but not before instructing Arthur to keep an eye on her daughter.
As she walked through the hallway toward Aenar's room, her heartbeat quickly in anticipation of what was about to happen. Rhaella hasn't had a man inside her in 15 years and that frightens her a lot, especially if she has sex with a young man like Aenar, who was as fiery and wild in bed as he was in battle.
When she arrived at his door, Rhaella took a deep breath and opened the door and entered.
The room was a bit cool, and she was sure that this was thanks to the gentle winds of the Sea of Myr that brought enough fresh air. Aenar's room was very beautiful and worthy of a king. With a fairly large bed, red silk sheets, and golden edges. The room was lit by a few candles but above all by the moonlight, which gave a very romantic air to the room.
Looking around, however, Rhaella saw that Aenar was not there. But when she turned her gaze towards the balcony, she saw him there, leaning against a pillar, shirtless, with wet hair and only a linen cloth, wrapped around his lower part, covering his manhood.
His arms, crossed in front of his chest, showed up his muscular warrior body, and it was really a great sight, which almost made his legs give up. Looking at him, Rhaella was already wet between her legs and saw him approaching with a predator's gaze. This was not a Dragon's look but a wolf's one, ready to devour her. She was in the middle of the room and when he was close he started to circle her.
"You don't know how much I want you, Rhaella," said Aenar, looking at her from bottom to the top. "When I saw you in this dress so tight that it exposed your forms, I couldn't think of anything else and when I saw the way those men looked at you, with that look of lust and desire, I felt such jealousy that I was going crazy."
Rhaella smiled at herself. All she did was think about him too, of what it would feel like to have his hands floating over her body.
After a while she felt Aenar' s hand on her hip, from behind, and with the other, put her hair to one side, exposing her neck.
He began to place chaste kisses on her neck slowly, and carefully, and Rhaella savored this moment by closing her eyes.
Then, Aenar wrapped her body with his hands, and while massaging her belly with one hand, traveling down, with the right hand he grabbed her breast, tightening it a bit, and this made her moan. As Aenar sent pleasure through her body with these gestures, Rhaella felt how his cock was pulsating in his pants, and standing in the position in which they were, pointing in her ass, sending even more pleasure and making different images flow in her mind.
Not very honorable scenes for a former queen of the Seven Kingdoms, but rather as a whore of brothels. Aerys never allowed her this, and she is not and never lowered to this level to please a man.
But for Aenar she will, she will be his whore. However, she will do it on her own rules and conditions.
Breaking the contact, and consequently the pleasure, Rhaella moves away from him and when she turned around she saw him with a confused, perplexed and especially hurt expression, but she knew that he wasn't for himself but for her because he asked, "Rhaella, forgive me if I hurt you. It was not my intention to do so. It's that I let myself be carried away by the situation." And he lowered his head.
Rhaella was really impressed by Aenar's kindness. Something very rare in these times and especially when it comes to pleasure, with a wife or a lover.
She chuckled and approached him. Lifting up his face and putting her hand on his cheek by rubbing it, she said, "Aenar, Aenar. You are such a good man. A rarity in this world. Any woman by your side would be lucky to have you. I stopped this beautiful moment not because you did something wrong, but because I thought of something I would really like to do. And especially if you allow me to have control over the pleasure for tonight."
"Yes. Completely" replied Aenar without hesitation. She smiled. Rhaella had never control in intimacy with Aerys, but with Aenar there was a chance.
So taking a breath, Rhaella started to open her dress and then drop it on the floor. Then she loosened her hair and let them fall over her body. Her heart was beating fast and when she looked at Aenar she saw how his gaze wandered over her body with lust and desire, and while feeling a bit uncomfortable being naked in front of him, she decided not to cover herself.
In fact, she approached him and wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him with passion, while her breasts, with nipples already hard, were lent to his mighty chest, as his hands were caressing and squeezing the cheeks of her ass, making her moan.
Hearing his dick starting to rise, she lowered her hand and dropped his cloth to the floor, releasing his member who immediately pointed straight into her wet pussy, touching her. They both gasped when the contact happened and moans.
Smirking, Rhaella began to kiss him on the jaw, then the neck, the chest, with a lick on his nipples, which hardened at this contact, while her hands continued to touch his chest and especially ... the abs. By the gods, he had abs that seemed to have been carved by the gods themselves and, above all, should not belong to a sixteen-year-old boy. It must be the magic of the ancient gods, or perhaps the hard training that he put himself through. Continuing to travel downwards, Rhaella reached her destination, and when she knelt down, his cock points in her face.
It was red, long and thick. The tip was leaking, and his sack was pulled tight to his body. He may not last long, or maybe the magic of Valyria in him will make him last more than anyone.
When Aenar noticed what she wanted to do, he immediately said, "Rhaella, you don't have to do this. This is not worthy of a queen or a noble lady."
"But I want to do it," she replied, with her nails running up his thighs, delighting as he squirmed at her touch and then taking hold of his cock, which pulsed in her grip.
"This only the whores of the broth..."
"Then I'm a whore," replied Rhaella, giving a lick to his cock. "But I'm your whore."
As she began stroking him gently, he groaned, and a heavy drop of precum leaked from Aenar's tip and Rhaella swiped it and her fist pumped easier with the lubrication. She slid her palm to the base of him and placed a kiss at his tip. Her other hand cupped his balls now.
She puts her mouth around him. She knows she will not be good at this because it was the first time she did, but she can hope to bring him some pleasure. She heard a lot about this when she was at court and in exile.
She moves her lips and tongue in ways she never thought of using them before, especially on a cock. And is urged on by the sounds he is making. Gasps and groans... curse words muttered under his breath. They make her want to continue until her lips are swollen and her knees are asleep from kneeling. She feels his hands go to her head and lightly press downward. She looks up through her lashes and sees his eyes are shut... he's content...
She smiles within her mind and continues. She uses her tongue as much as she can, with the hand massaging the balls, and his grip tightens. He pulls on her hair slightly and she moans. He then began to thrust in her mouth more and more and with a quick rhythm, making her gag. She takes her mouth away from his cock, immediately and coughs.
"I am sorry..." he mutters. She looks up at him and sees his eyes are lidded; staring down at her. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. She smiles and leans forward. She lightly kisses the tip of his cock and his mouth gapes open. His eyes shut again, and she puts her mouth around him once more.
And she hears him say, "Rhaella I'm going to..."
She smiled up to him and stroking quickly his member she said, "I want to taste you, grandson. I want to drink your cum." And she quickly placed his member back into the moist warmth of her mouth.
His breathing comes out in small pants and his fingers tighten in her hair. She moves her mouth up and down while using her tongue to caresses the length of him and soon... he releases inside of her mouth. Seeds shoot to the back of her throat. Her grandson' seed and she smiled, enjoying it very much.
After swallowing all his cum, licking her lips and cleaning herself with the back of her hand, Rhaella stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck, attacking his lips with ferocity and pushing him until he fell on the bed. And then she climbed over him, positioning herself over his belly. Lowering herself down, Rhaella continued to kiss him with passion, rubbing her wet pussy over her abs, while he rubbed her hips or the cheeks of her ass, and slapping them sometimes, making her moan with pleasure. She didn't know what was going on with her. It was as if something inside her had awakened, and she was hungry for sex.
Hearing his cock getting hard again as he kissed him, and pointing it at the entrance of her ass, she said, "I want to ride you, grandson." And he chuckled.
So she rises up a bit, letting his cock end up on his belly, and then placing her wet pussy on his member, sliding up and down on him.
"You're so wet," said Aenar smiling as they kissed.
"It's the effect you have on me," she replied, taking his cock in her hand, and then stroking him a few times. He moans in pleasure, and she knew it was time to move on to the next step.
Rhaella first began to beat the head of his cock against her pussy and then rubbing it against her fluid, she began to slip the head of his cock into her entrance, finally slowly descending on him. Aenar's dick was really big, much bigger than Aerys' one, and she knew she was also very tight. She didn't have a cock inside her since she found out she was pregnant with Daenerys, and because of that, she felt some pain. But she didn't give up. She wanted to take him completely, so she kept going down on him until her pussy touched the end of her cock. She groaned while her pussy swallowed him completely, and he released a growl of pleasure. Staying in that position for a while, with her hands resting on his chest and his on her thighs, Rhaella let her body accommodate this new object inside her, and she watched this young man, or rather, this boy, her grandson, who was thrust inside her and who gave her pleasure.
Slowly, Rhaella began to move her hips, enjoying the way his cock filled her pussy so perfectly. While Aenar's hands rubbed, her thighs and then her hips, reaching up to the rib cage, without touching her breast or nipples, and this almost infuriated her, because they were so hard.
Increasing the rhythm of her hips' movement, Rhaella took Aenar's hands and placed them on her tits, and moaned at the feeling of having his hands on her breast, the breast that many years ago had fed his father, Rhaegar.
As she was riding him, Aenar brought his hand between their contact and began to massage her sensitive part, increasing the pleasure and before long she was riding him hard and fast bent over and kissed his plump lips as she continued her assault. She felt the way his cock twitched inside of her causing waves of pleasure to wash over her as her climax neared, but she tried to hold it back, to increase the time of this beautiful moment.
He sat up as she rode him, and she was surprised he grabbed her hair and pulled it, causing her to move her head backward and exposed her neck to him. He greedily attacked her neck with open-mouthed kisses and started to match the movements of her hips with deep thrust of his own. He moved his mouth from her neck to her breast as he continued fuck her hard. Soon it could only be hear moans and growls and flesh hitting flesh at feverish pace. Her back started to ache, and she could feel her climax beginning to wash over her.
"Aenar, I'm about to…" she moaned as he silenced her with a searing kiss so forceful that she fell onto her back, and he fell on top of her. He was now in control, and he continued to fuck her hard. He kept on kissing her on the mouth and finally, she pulled away and screamed his name loudly, as she reached her orgasm and came. To her surprise he did not slow down, he continued fuck her hard at a relentless pace, slamming her against the bed.
After several more powerful thrust, she could feel him reaching his peak. "Rhaella, I'm about to…"
"It's ok, Aenar. Don't pool out," she said pulling him down for a kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist.
After a few thrusts, the muscles of her cunt tighten around his cock as he growled and shot his seed deep into her womb. He collapsed on top of her. She stroked his hair, kissing him, with his member still inside her, and after a few minutes, he rolled off her and laid on his back next to her.
Then she placed her head on his sweaty chest and smiled to herself, as she feels that her cunt was dripping with his seed. She knows that the seed will not take root, because she already passed her time, and that was the main reason she let him spill the seed inside her. She never felt this way. And especially, she never has sex like, this. Even for her age she really enjoyed it, and Aenar lasted more than she has expected.
"That was..."
" Amazing," ended Rhaella, chuckling, catching her breath.
"What it feels to have my seed drip from your pussy, grandmother?" asked Aenar.
"It feels wonderful."
"You are an extraordinary woman, Rhaella. King Aerys was really a fool to treat you like that. To have the most beautiful wife in the world, and so gifted, just to rape and abuse her?" said Aenar kissing her on the lips, and she blushed from his words. "I would kill him with my own hands if he was still alive. But before he died, I would show him what he lost and what he abused, making love to you in front of him. Love, Rhaella. And I hope that I will finally be able to show you, what love is."
She was taken by surprise by this, and wanted to counter, "Aenar..." But he put his finger on her lips to stop her.
Looking her in the eyes, he said, "Some men don't realize what a beautiful jewel they have next to them, mistreating and using it. Not until they lose everything. "
"No one has ever said these beautiful words to me. Except for your father, Rhaegar, who still only used words of maternal love," replied Rhaella and then kissed him on his soft lips. And he, in return, rolled her over on her back.
And she laughed, by that gesture, and by the tickling that Aenar gave her, with his hand, like a little girl, not like the old adult that she was, before grabbing her tit again, stooping to lick her nipple.
"You have such beautiful tits, Grandmother Rhaella, that I can't stop myself from touching them," he said, suking and biting a little. She bites her lower lips from the pleasure, as she ran her hands through his black and curly hair. Feeling the little beard caressing her skin, made it shiver.
"So, soft. And the right size. Not too big but not even too small. Just like I love them." And he rolled his tongue around the nipple of her left tit. "You know, this tit was also your father's favorite when he was a baby."
"Then it must be the blood of the Dragon. But I will have something he has never tasted."
"What?" Rhaella asked with a smile, knowing perfectly what he was talking about, but to hear it confirmed would be better.
"Your juice on my lips, one of these days," answered him, placing his hand on her pussy, and giving a last kiss to her lips, followed by a squeeze at the breast, and then getting up.
When Aenar put himself some wine in a goblet, Rhaella said standing up on her elbow "Do you already have in mind who will be your queen?"
"Can I know her name?" Rhaella asked with a smile, lying down on her belly, with her face resting on her hands and legs up. She looked like a little girl despite her age.
"Not yet," replied Aenar, with a smile.
But this response put Rhaella on the alert. She wanted her daughter to take the rightful place as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms next to him. So she decided to reveal something very dangerous, but that could secure her daughter's place. Sitting, with bare breasts, taking a breath, she said, "Do you know that Daenerys, has feelings for you?"
Aenar watched her, sipping from hit chalice, and the cock begins to get hard at mentioning Daenerys, and Rhaella smirked. It seems that Daenerys had an effect on him even when she wasn't present. But anyway he didn't answer and Rhaella said in a serious way, "Do you know that your grandfather Aerys disinherited Rhaegar and all his heirs? And I crowned Viserys King at Dragonstone when your father fell by the hands of Robert Baratheon?"
"Great job you did," he snapped with a changed expression. Where before, there was an expression of love and lust, now it had been replaced by anger, and perhaps even hatred.
"Aenar, I had no choice. Rhaegar, Aegon, Rhaenys, Aerys. They were all dead, and I didn't know you existed. And then, how could I know that Viserys would become what he became. Now I realize the mistake I made."
They looked at each other for a while, and Rhaella alternated her gaze between his face and his hardened member. After drinking more wine from his cup and putting some more, Aenar began to laugh loudly, throwing his head behind, and she was confused. Approaching, he said, "Your daughter's right is not worth a shit, without an army. Me on the other hand, I will take the Seven Kingdoms by force, and rule them by right of conquest."
"If she should marry a great lord of the Seven Kingdoms, with a great army, for him it will be worth and important, because you, in the line of succession, comes after her."
"Is this a threat, Rhaella? Is this your plan? Kill me and with my army put your daughter on the throne?" asked Aenar, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Rhaella was taken by surprise by these statements, and if she were to be honest, even a little wounded. She thought that in this month and from their encounters in the dreams, he had realized how much she cared for him and loved him and that she only wanted his good. His and Daenerys'. But apparently, she was wrong.
Feeling tears coming to her eyes, Rhaella was about to leave, but Aenar was the first to speak saying, "If that's really your plan, I think you'll be very disappointed. My army is loyal to me. Only to me. But if for some reasons you manage to get their loyalty with your so-called...seductive arts, you'll have to deal with Caraxes, who will reduce you to ashes in the blink of an eye. He's not like the old Targaryen dragons."
Wounded even more by his words, Rhaella replied in a harsh and wounded tone, "Perhaps I should leave, before we both say words that we might regret."
"Yes. I think that too."
Getting down from the bed, Rhaella quickly put her dress back on, from the ground, and then ran away. While she was outside the door she heard something breaking against the wall, and she knew it had to be the wine jug. But she ran anyway to their room, her and Daenerys' room.
Robb and Alyssa were on their way to his room, laughing and kissing. When they arrived at their destination, Robb opened the door while he kissed her against it.
When they entered in and closed the door, they stopped from kissing, and Robb went to the table with the wine, wondering how could he still walk without being on the ground already. He had more wine in his body than he had before, but he still needed it because it was the wine that gave him the courage to make a step with the sellsword woman.
Putting wine in two glasses, Robb offered her one, and she accepted it, smiling at him.
Alyssa was a very special girl. Beautiful, direct and honest, despite the role she plays and the work she does. She would be an excellent future Lady Stark of Winterfell, if only she were of rank since her mother will never allow her to move her. And she had her respect, for Robb knew that it was not easy for a woman to become commander of such a large army, formed not only by men but also by women warriors.
As she looked around the room, Alyssa noticed her gaze on her and after taking a sip from the chalice, she asked with a grin on her lips, "Are you looking at something that interests you, my lord?"
Robb felt her blood boiling, caused by the wine and her lust, and he also felt his cock pulsating in his pants asking to be released.
Taking a sip from his cup, Robb said, "Yes. One of the most beautiful women I've ever seen is standing before me with a dress that leaves nothing to the imagination."
"Oh, I see," she answered with a sip and then threw the goblet away, in the room. Approaching him, Alyssa put her arms around his neck and then began to kiss him on the lips and chin.
"Have you ever been with a woman, Robb?" She asked.
"Have you ever been with a man?" asked instead Robb by putting his hands on her ass, and giving a squeeze to her cheeks, and she moaned.
"No she answered" in his ear, putting her hand on his cock, and he gasped, tightening her even more to him.
"A virgin?" He asked, with surprise, and kissing her. He never expected a sellsword to be a virgin. So breaking the kiss, he continued, "And why a sellsword is still a virgin, and above all, so bold?"
"There's more to the sellsword life than the pleasure of the flesh, and above all, I haven't found the right person to give it to. Man or woman."
"And I am?" Robb asked with a cockey smile.
"No," replied Alyssa, but you're still the most handsome man I've ever met." But then she added with a smirk, "Even though, to be honest, there is someone in this city more beautiful than you, but out of my reach."
"So I'm a lucky man to be the first one to taste this flower," replied Robb, kissing her.
"I want to taste you," she said, kneeling down and unbuttoning his pants. When she lowered his pants down, his cock was released and pointed straight at her face, and Robb saw the lust in her eyes and licking her lips.
Before she started doing what she intended to do, Robb stopped her.
"I want you to know that you are also my first..." but he was cut off, by the lick she gave to his member.
"Good. Two newbies ready to have fun. We have all night to have fun before you set sail at dawn. And you don't know how many games I have to play and try with you ."
She began to stroke his member, first slowly then quickly, revealing the tip of his cock. When precum came out of the tip, and she immediately licked it off.
She then proceeded to place tender kiss on the head of his cock. He released a growl when she then slowly licked down one side of his member and up the other side. When she finally sheathed his pulsating cock in her mouth, he saw stars... And when she started caressing his balls as she bobbed her head up and down he fisted his hand. The pleasure he was receiving from her, was amassing. He knew his climax was approaching... He pulled her head up and said, "Alyssa I'm going to…"
She smiled up to him and purred, "I want to taste you, I want you to release in my deep troth, so I can choke with your seed." She then quickly went back to the task, placing his member back into the moist warmth of her mouth, and he lost all control. He grabbed her head and began to thrust in her mouth, so quickly and hard, that she gagged.
With a loud growl, he stopped her head, by grabbing her hair, as he spilled his seed into her perfect mouth, with shouted eyes. She continued to suck his cock until he was completely spent. And he collapsed back against the table. He watched her smile and lick her lips in satisfaction.
"You tasted wonderful. Better than what my mind imagined," she hummed.
Cleaning her mouth with the back of her hand, and standing up, Alyssa asked, "So how did I go? Have I satisfied you?"
"Completely," he said, satisfied. "Where did you learn to do this?"
"I'm a virgin, not a saint. I learned the ways of pleasure from my warriors men and women. I listen and sometime I also watch."
"So you are a little dirty watcher."
"Maybe. And I'm not ashamed of it," she said, "But now it's your turn to please me.
"Yes," He answered, approaching her and then circling her like a predator. She wore a purple dress with her back uncovered, and the front part barely covering her prosperous breast.
One thing was certain, she was more beautiful than many ladies of Westeros.
Stopping behind her, Robb started kissing her on the neck, descending on her shoulder, then with his hands, removing her shoulder straps, dropping her dress to the ground, leaving her completely exposed to him. A real charm. And Old Gods that ass, what a beauty,
With one arm around her back and the other behind her knees, Robb lifted her up and then placed her on the bed, and she giggled.
"Open your legs," Robb said, with a tone of command. "Now you will taste what is called the Lord's kiss."
He laid his mouth against her cunt, fingers parting her nether lips as he devoured her. She gasped, grabbing his hair as she bucked against his lips with abandon. He knew that women love this thing with the tongue. His thumb searched for her pearl, not exactly knowing what he searched for but knowing its purpose from various talks, and from Theon. He found it, stiff and hidden, but it brought screams out of her sweet mouth and made her drip into his mouth. She screamed more and more, legs kicking and pressing on his head, gripping him so strongly it hurt.
And then she went rigid, her body arching into his mouth and out of the bed, her back bowed, and she screamed. Orgasm, Robb thought idly as she spent into his mouth. He blinked, licking his lips and crawling his way up her body then, Robb lay down beside her and began to look her in the eye.
"That was...extraordinary. Where did you learn to do that little thing with your tongue?"
"How did you not know about this? Your Warriors of Essos don't give this kind of pleasure?"
"No. Here, there are other types of pleasure's way. But my warriors and warriors are mostly Westeros. Trueborn children, bastards second child and firstborn. Everyone who wants a bitter life, who wants to create their own destiny, is welcomed in my army."
"You are an extraordinary woman, Alyssa. You are like my sister Arya. The same spirit, but not the same beauty." And Robb saw her raise an eyebrow.
As he stands up, he places himself between her legs with his arms held tight in fists on the sides of her head. His cock's head touched her entrance, and that made her gasp.
Looking her in the eyes, Robb said decisively and with true words, "Arya is a cool, Nordic, Stark beauty. But you. You have a special beauty. The beauty of the North meets that of Essos.
"My mother was from Westeros. We run to Essos when my father died."
"Why? Who was him?"
"I don't think this is a position to talk about these things, do you think?" She answered with a smile and lowered him to kiss.
"It'll hurt at first. But I'll try to be…"
"Shut your mouth and stick your cock in my cunt."
He slid the tip of his cock against her juice, painfully for the both of them, along her exposed flesh. Without even entering yet, she had already soaked him through. He knew exactly how far down to go, courtesy of his mouth. He paused there a moment, bringing his eyes back up to hers. Thrusting into her, careful not to go too deep, but with enough force to make her gasp. Upon his arrival, he immediately succumbed to a small whimper, already overwhelmed with how she felt wrapped around him. Nearly hot enough inside to burn him. He felt submerged in her torrent, he could feel it rushing against his skin; soft, like velvet, like silks. Just like with his fingers, her tightness fought him, encouraging him to keep thrusting against it. And so he did.
Alyssa had been panting, small cries escaping her with each thrust. Her body shook, likewise unable to handle the inescapable fullness she felt.
The walls inside of her pulsed in unison with each thud of her heart. He could feel it on his cock. Her moaning grew throaty as she dug her nails into his skin. Robb fought with each breath, none of which could come or leave quick enough. He picked up speed, finally thrusting with his full length. Alyssa cried out, gripping him hard from the inside, as well as the outside. She clasped her legs on either side of him, maneuvering them in such a way as to work him even deeper inside of her.
She grabbed onto his ass with both hands, encouraging his rough movements, despite her pained expression. Robb felt his toes curling again as his breathing became erratic. His thrusts began to falter as his muscles tensed, growing weaker and uneven as he lost control.
As his cock quite literally crashed into the very back of her cunt, Alyssa let out a sharp cry of pain to match. Feeling completely enveloped in her, now, that was all Robb could take. With her legs still locked tightly around him, he had no choice but to spill inside of her as his body convulsed beneath her grip. He collapsed onto her chest, still whimpering.
Pulling out of her he laid next to her, and realizing what just happened, Robb said, "You will need to take something so you'll not get pregnant. I spilled inside you."
"Don't worry. It's not that I'm going to get pregnant at our first time. or second. If it was so quickly, there would be a lot of children in this world."
He chuckled "So... Who was your father?"
"One of the sons of the Lord of Winterfell," she replied, with her head resting on his chest.
"Wait a moment. Did you know we were related?"
Yes, I did. I know since the moment I met your cousin."
"And you had sex with me?"
"Yes, I did."
"But we're cousins or worse. Brother and sister."
"So were the Targaryen, but that didn't stop them. And by the way, you're leaving at dawn." Rising her head from his chest, she looked him in the eye and asked, "Are you sorry that you've fucked with me? Because I'm not."
Sighing, he said, "If I have to answer honestly. No." Putting his hand on her cheek to caress her, he added, "And that's the thing that scares me the most. I slept with a relative and I'm not ashamed of it. Despite all my mother's teachings against this kind of union."
"We are only humans Robb Stark, son of Eddard Stark. We can't control our lust and desire for pleasure." Putting her head back on his chest and hugging him hard, she added, "Now we need to sleep, Robb Stark. We need to have a quick fuck tomorrow morning before you leave. I want you inside me one last time. And that's an order."
When he saw her submerged in her dreams, Robb said with a whisper, kissing her on the hair, "I love you, Alyssa."
And he fell asleep, too.
It's been a few hours since Aenar left the feast, and Daenerys was a little sad not to have continued the night with him. Because she really enjoyed it and loved to dance with him, and also drink and talk, and they almost kissed, during it. And she loved what he was wearing. And it was all dark, and that highlighted his curls and body.
After Aenar had left the feast, her mother also left, and initially, Daenerys thought she was leaving because she was tired for the feast. But then I remember the passionate kiss they had given each other on the balcony, and she knew that her mother had gone to Aenar. Daenerys was happy that her mother had finally found happiness, but she could not admit that she was very jealous.
She even thought on kissing Asher after that, but then stopped. She couldn't kiss a man with whom she wasn't in love. She wanted Aenar, and she thinks that she will have to make the step. After all, she was a dragon, and the dragons aren't shy.
She still remembers his hands on her while he was teaching her with the bow. By the gods what a feeling.
And it was really an unforgettable evening, and she has never had so much fun in her life. And above all, she's never met so many people in her life.
Now she was listening to Arya's stories. Stories about dragons, how much she loved Visenya, and the little adventures she did with Robb Stark. She adored this little girl, so lively, and challenger of the rules imposed on a lady. And Daenerys will miss this young girl very much, who even though they have only just met, they have tied up very quickly, having many interests and tastes in common.
Feeling very tired, Daenerys said, "I think too much wine has weighed down my head. I think it's time for me to say goodbye."
"No, Dany. Stay a bit longer?" The little girl asked with pleaded eyes.
"I'm sorry, Arya. You don't know how much I'd like to stay, but I'm exhausted. But I think it's time for you to go to sleep, too, isn't it?"
"Yes it is," said a voice from behind her, and when Daenerys turned she saw Ashara standing there.
"Ashara!"
"No, little wolf. Your bedtime's already over. You may be a big girl, but you're not that big yet. Let's go to bed."
When Ashara and Arya left, Daenerys looked around. The feast was still lively, but she was sure that it will be until the morning, before retiring said goodnight to Ser Arthur, who for the first time, after being as vigilant as an eagle allowed himself a goblet of wine at the insistence of Torrhen.
When she arrived in the room she was sharing with his mother, Daenerys felt like a whiner from inside the room.
When she walked in, she saw his mother in bed, crying and holding the pillow to herself. Daenerys immediately ran to her and hugged her.
"What happened, mother? Aenar hurt you."
She shook her head as she cried, hugging her tightly.
"So what happened?" Daenerys asked again, stroking her and kissing her on the hair. Daenerys formed a great bond with her mother, and seeing her crying, she couldn't stand it. It was breaking her heart.
As she moved away a bit, his mother said, "Aenar and I argued. But he misinterpreted my words."
"Do you want to tell me?" Daenerys said with a whisper, not wanting to put pressure on his mother.
"I think it's best if I tell you the truth myself. We don't need you to lie or hide it."
Taking a breath, her mother told her that she had sex with Aenar, and Daenerys felt a little jealousy, and maybe even envy for that. Then she told him she crowned Viserys King. And that Rhaegar and his heirs were disinherited. And how the rightful heir was Daenerys if Viserys died.
"It was at that moment that he accused me of plotting against him."
"What?"
"Yes, Daenerys. He thinks I want to seduce his captains, to win the crown and crown you Queen."
Daenerys was speechless. She couldn't believe Aenar thought that about her mother.
"Maybe I should talk to him and make this clear. And maybe it's better if we go for our..."
"No Daenerys," said his mother in a firm tone. "He is a good man. I was wrong to reveal those things. I just wanted to guarantee your future. I wanted you to be a queen."
Daenerys was taken by surprise by this statement of his.
"And now he's gonna hate me forever."
"No, mother. He won't. He's in love with you, and he'll get over it. Or at least Daenerys was hoping. I'll talk to him tomorrow, Mother. "
She nodded and at that moment came a curiosity to ask, although she felt a lot of embarrassment in asking.
But recalling what her mother always told her, to be bold, fearless and not be shy, leaning against the head bed, and taking a breath she asked, "Mother...ehm...is Aenar... good in bed?" And Daenerys felt red and her cheeks burning.
Chuckling, she said, "The best, until now." Even if she didn't show it, Daenerys saw how her mother, too, was blushing like a virgin.
"Let's go to sleep. We have to get up early tomorrow. The Starks are leaving for Westeros."
She nodded, and taking off her dress and then lying down next to her mother, and hugging her, shifted to sleep.
King's Landing
Today was his wedding day and Orys was very nervous. Now he was standing in the Temple of Baelor waiting for his future bride to arrive.
Margery Tyrell was a beautiful woman. Belonging to one of the most powerful families of the seven kingdoms. A good catch. But Orys was also sure that she would be a good wife, mother and above all an excellent queen.
When everyone turned to the entrance, Orys finally saw her coming. The rays of the sun that illuminated her from behind, her Southern-style hair, and she was wearing, a beautiful white dress, adorned with gold embroidery, and was damn tight. A true beauty, almost divine.
The only flaw was that idiot of her father, who accompanied her. Orys hated him, but he knew he had to please him, to keep him at bay, at least for now.
The one that worried him most was Lady Ollena, with her sharp mind, and his grandfather Tywin warned him never to lower his guard with her. She was one of the smartest women of the kingdoms, and also one of the most dangerous, for her sharp tongue, and her cunning arts.
When she arrived in front of him, climbing the stairs, her father left her hand, and Orys, giving her a smile, took off his royal cloak, with the crowned Stag of House Baratheon and the lion of House Lannister, and then placed it on her shoulders.
When they approached the High Septon, he tied his hands with the sacred lace and said.
"Now recite the oath of the Seven Gods so you may be united before them." And looking into their eyes they started.
"Father, smith, warrior, mother, maiden, crone, stranger,"
"I am hers, and she is mine,"
"I am his, and he is mine,"
"From this day, until the end of my days."
And they all sealed with a kiss. This was a chaste kiss, and if I had to be honest, it was their first kiss.
"Let it be known, that Margery of House Tyrell and Orys of House Baratheon and Lannister are one heart, one body, one soul. Cursed is he who tries to break their union. "
And they all start to applaud when they turned to them. He saw his grandfather Tywin's impassive gaze, Joffrey's always fake smile mixed with indifference, and the laughter with the cheers of Tommen and Myrcella, the ones that he loves the most after his children. And finally his father, who was cheering loudly, mixed with the laughter he usually did.
After the ceremony in the Temple, everyone moved to the wedding dinner. His uncle Tyrion had already rushed to the jug with the wine, but when everyone began to give the gifts, he immediately slipped between the first, giving him a huge old book called Lives of Four Kings, bound in leather and gorgeously illuminated.
The gift that Orys loved the most was from his father, King Robert, who didn't mind the expense. He gave him a beautiful war hammer, made of Valyria steel, unique in its kind, heavy but not too heavy, and that could be wielded with one hand or two.
"Thank you, Father. This is a beautiful gift."
When he heard the cries of the guests to start the dances, Orys approached his magnificent bride and asked.
"Can I have the pleasure of this dance, my beloved?" She nodded with a big smile, and he returned.
After dancing, with the bride, his mother, and other ladies of the court and the Seven Kingdoms, and especially with his little sister, Myrcella, Orys headed, with Margery towards their table to dine.
As they dined, chatted and drank, between laughter, Orys watched the various nobles, and tried to read their lips to find out if anyone was plotting against them, and noticed his grandfather and his mother talking in a low voice, about Dorne, and then about the... Tyrells. And that attracted his attention. But when he was about to get up and ask them, Orys saw his wedding cake coming, so he and Margery got up to cut the first piece, putting it in each other mouth.
When the cake tasting was over, Orys heard his father shout drunkenly, between laughter, "It's time for bedtime. Let's get this over before I pissed my self." And he continued to laugh.
But Orys, not wanting these filthy drunken nobles to see his beautiful wife naked, and spare her that scene, she said, "Father, I would ask you to renounce this noble tradition. We'll have the consummation behind closed doors, just me and my wife." Turning to the nobles present with his father's war hammer in his hand, Orys said in a fairly threatening tone, "If anyone disagrees with what I just said, come forward, and I'll be ready to let them taste my new hammer." When no one answered, Orys said, "Now if you'll excuse me. My bride and I have work to do." And taking Margery's hand, he headed for the exit of the hall. Hearing his father's laughter and music continue. Tomorrow he has to talk to his grandfather and mother about what they were plotting.
When they arrived at their room, Orys locked the door and then leaned on it with a sigh of hope.
"Are you tired, my beloved?" said Margery, with a smile, while she was in the middle of the room.
"Tired of the nobles who were there, but not of what I'm going to do."
"Good."
"I know you're still a virgin, and I haven't been for a long time. I want to confess that I also have two children, about two years old, twins, in the Stormlands, whom I love very much. But know that they will not be a threaten to the right to the throne of our children."
She with a serious expression asked, "Why are you telling me this?"
"I don't want you to kill..."
"Why should I do that? Your children are my children," she replied as she approached him and put her hand on his cheek. He was taken aback by her answer because he knew that the Ladies of the Castles did not appreciate the bastards.
"Is their mother still alive?"
"No. She died giving birth to them. I loved her, but not anymore. Now they live at the Storm's End with a nurse wet."
"Then maybe they should be here with us, with their father."
"Yes," he answered with a smile.
"What are their names?"
"The boy's name is Durran, and the girl's name is Argella."
"Beautiful names. Are they legitimate?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I think we have to stop now to talk about them," he said, and she headed towards the bed. She loosened her hair, dropping them on her back, and she was beautiful.
After taking a look at her, Orys approached her and started kissing her along the neck and then on the shoulder, ending up unbuttoning her dress and dropping it to the ground.
She gave him a smirk when she saw that her gaze traveled through her body, observing her curves, and she moaned closing her eyes when his hands touched her sensitive parts, such as her breasts and nipples. Feeling his cock pulsating from inside her pants, Margery turned immediately towards him, highlighting her small breasts.
Then she began to undress him and when her eyes were at the height of his freed member, who was pointing toward her, Orys immediately lifted her up. And he started kissing her.
He took her to bed and then laid her down. And he put himself between her legs and starting to massage her intimate parts, continuing to kiss her, even though she was already wet.
"I know it'll hurt at first, but I'll try to make less pain as possible."
She nodded, although Orys did not see the slightest fear in her eyes, but the opposite.
He braced himself on one arm and the other he used to guide himself inside her.
She gasped, and he locked his muscles, his whole body listening and completely in tune with her every reaction. Margery brought her forehead close to his, brown eyes looking deeply into his as he entered her completely. Orys found no barrier, and he knew horseback could break a maiden's barrier. Especially, one that is gracefully, but love to ride, and he was sure she would love to ride not only horse.
He began to move inside her fast and fast losing almost control of himself. She kissed him again, sure and passionately as they rocked against each other.
"Oh, Orys..."
She breathed his name in his mouth, sweetly and wantonly. This encourages him even more, so he slammed in her, wildly, and she screamed of pleasure. And with a quick movement, she rolled him on his back, and she was on top. She began to ride him wildly, bringing his hand to her small breasts, which were fitting in his hands, and she was screaming even more loudly. Orys was sure all King's Landing hear her.
When he feels that he was coming, he spills his seed into her womb as she milked him greedily, with an arched back. And then collapsing on top of him breathless, with his cock still buried inside her.
"I hope I have not disappointed you, my prince."
"You didn't."
"It feels so good to have you inside me."
He chuckled. But now, he only wanted to sleep, so giving one last kiss on her head, with her still on top of him, and he half-buried inside, he said "Goodnight, my beautiful wife." And then shifting to sleep.