Chapter 27: The Queen of Love and duty
Third day of the tourney...
Daenerys woke up when she felt a fresh air in her skin that made goosebumps on her. Opening her eyes she was greeted by the vision of her handsome husband's sleeping face, illuminated by the morning rays from the balcony.
"Husband," she whispered to herself, resting her head on his chest and giving him kisses.
Yesterday was a special and passionate night. Jon made love to her, bringing her to unimaginable levels of pleasure, for sure caused also by her pregnancy.
While she was resting her head on his chest, and making circles on it, Jon made love to her. Biting her lip with a smile, she started to look between his covered cock and his face, pondering whether to do what her mind was now thinking and her body desires, or let him still sleep, considering she tired him.
After a while Daenerys decided to follow the pleasure, carrying her hand under the sheets, and as soon as she placed it on his member, his cock awoke immediately slowly hardening.
She started giving him slow kisses on his chin, on his chest, on his abs, glancing sometimes at his cock, that was starting to jump under the sheet.
Stopping, for a moment, Daenerys where their sheets started, she removed them from above him, therefore freeing his cock. She started licking her lips in seeing him, who wasn't even completely hard, but her trembling pussy was begging to have him inside. But first, she wants to suck him a bit.
Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, her tongue swirled about the head of it, and then she started to take him more and more till it hit the back of her throat.
Groaning, Jon's eyes fluttered open to a warm pleasure spreading through his lower body, and gazing there, he saw his beautiful Dany with her lips around his cock.
"Dany…By all gods…." he said when she moved her heads up and down taking all of him and making her gag, releasing it with a pop.
"Ah, you like this didn't you, my king?" she asked giving a long and slow like from the bottom to the tip, making him groan, and starting to stroke.
Taking his cock back in her mouth she started to move her head fast up and down, releasing moans of pleasure in the meantime, and this encouraged him to press her head down sometimes, making her gag, or thrust his hips up.
He knows he was coming, so he said, "I'm about to…" but couldn't finish, that he spilled his seed deep inside her throat.
After swallowing his seed, and finishing him and cleaned, Daenerys slowly started to climb back up and lay completely on top of him. Her wet pussy was touching his exhausted member, sucked by her mouth, resting on his chest, as it was rising to the rhythm of his fast breathing, looking into her eyes, while he placed his hands on her hips, stroking her with his thumbs.
As they looked at each other in silence, she asked, "Who do you think he will resemble the most? Me or you?"
"With you. Beautiful silver-blonde hair and purple eyes," he said, giving her a kiss.
"They will say he's not your son if that happens," she joked, though she was partly afraid if that happened and people would talk. The Lords may say that way to put their daughters in his bed.
"Let them do it," he said, bringing his hands on the cheeks of her ass, giving them a squeeze. "You are perfection made flesh, and I'll never get tired in saying that." And she chuckled. He too was perfection made flash. Especially his ass, and his curls.
After a bit of silence as they continued to look into each other's eyes, with her still lying over him, Daenerys asked, "Do you think you can win the tournament?"
"Win and crown you my queen," he said, caressing her ass and squeezing it. "And that night I'm going to fuck you with the crown of flowers on your head."
During the morning they had fucked a lot and now the positions were inverted. Jon lying on her chest, between her tits, while she was lying on her back looking at the ceiling of the room, that she only really now saw the decoration of golden stars on a blue field on it, and stroking his beautiful, soft hair.
Despite the silence, the warmth of their bodies, the smell of fresh sex, Daenerys couldn't take his mind off that dream that she made two days ago.
That woman and man bathing and making love in a pool of blood. The sea stars floating on the surface of the sea. And that dark tower that was calling for only gods knows why.
"You're thinking too intensely, my love," he said, and his voice rang through her body.
"Just a dream," she answered, caressing his hair.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.
"No. Not today at least," she answered, stroking his hair. She still couldn't believe she was a married woman. And to think that if her brother Rhaegar had been alive and they'd been living in the Red they would have grown up together and maybe even married in that life too.
"Why are you smiling?" he asked, starting to kiss her chest, her breasts and in between them. Daenerys had to bite her lips to suppress the giggle that was about to start because of the tickling caused by his little beard. " Well?" he asked her again, taking a nipple in his mouth, passing his tongue over it, making her moan because they were very sensitive at this moment.
"If Rhaegar had won we would have grown up together," she replied, moaning and trying to squeeze her legs to prevent the arousal. They'd had far too much sex last night and this morning. They needed rest and a break. But her body had other intentions.
"Yes. And you were going to be my bride," Aenar said, drawing her attention to the other breast, while one hand started to flood her legs. Daenerys resisted for a moment, but then resigned and felt his hand resting on her pussy.
"So wet," he said as he licked her tits, while she bit her lips with her eyes closed, she said, "Or maybe he would have given me...Oh..." she moaned, feeling him open her lips and starting to stroke her pussy.
"Don't talk about that," he said, giving slow, passionate kisses.
"No...Fuck..." she cursed, as the pleasure was taking over her body, and Aenar thrusting two fingers in her.
"Stark, Tyrell, Baratheon…" she said as he went down, placing his amazing mouth on her, starting to thrust fast and lick. "Gods, Jon! My Jon…. Fuck!" she tried to squeeze the sheets, and bit her lips to not scream, but it was inevitable. The pleasure that he was bringing her, with his mouth made her moan and cry so loudly that it could be heard across the narrow sea and in the Red Keep.
And so she released all over his face for sure. She was coming down from her high-level of pleasure, breathless, and smiling, as she felt him lie next to her.
"I should thank all the gods for that giftfull mouth of yours," she said, laying on the side and facing him. She could see his beard was still full of her juice, considering he only wiped his mouth.
"And I should thank the gods for gifted you with those beautiful hips," he said running his hand from her shoulder till her ass, squeezing it, "That I love to grasp when I ride my dragon queen from behind."
"Only my hips?" she asked him, running her hand instead, through his beautiful curly hairs.
"No," he said, smiling. "Also, your sweat cunt that makes me full every time I taste it."
She chuckled by his words, glancing at his cock who was starting to harden, and after licking her lips, she said smirking, "Martell."
"What?" he asked her confusedly.
"Stark, Lannister, Baratheon Tyrell, Arryn, Martell. Rhaegar would have sold me like a broodmare to one of these lords to make them loyal," she said. "What would you have…."
"Rebellion," he said, cutting her off, and placing his hand on her neck. "If in that life they had tried to take you away from me, I would have slaughtered them all," clashing his lips with hers, who was now laying on her back. Then between the quick kiss that he gives her, he said, "Stark," kiss, "Baratheon," kiss, "Tyrell," kiss, "Arryn," kiss, "Lannister." The next kiss was a long one in which their tongues fought for the dominance, and breaking it, he added, "Targaryen. I would have slaughtered them all until only you and me, were left in this world."
She smirked at the thought and know that if they don't stop, they would fuck again because his hard cock was throbbing against her side.
Smirking, she moves away from him, breaking the last kiss and getting up showing on purpose her ass to him. And glancing at him she saw Aenar drop his head on the pillow, saying, "You are a cruel woman for leaving me like this. Hard as fuck and wanting to bury my sword in your warm sheath."
"It will have to wait till the end of the tourney my dear husband," she said, smirking, leaning a bit to take the night clothes from the ground, knowing that he would look at her cunt.
"Fuck woman. Two days?" he said, huffing, and lying on his back. "You are the cruelest of the woman for making me this."
"Hope, hope, my dear husband. I want to go to see the melee." She said going to the small tube to wash a bit. "Move your pretty ass, before my dragon wakes up."
Hearing him groaning she smirked as she washed herself, then, she heard him, "Damn, woman! You can't expect me to not fuck you when I see that beautiful ass that is calling me."
"As I said before, he will have to wait," she said, smirking, leaving the room for him to bath, but moving her hips in a seductive way on purpose because she knows it was making him mad.
"I see you shining, daughter," said her mother, sitting beside her as they waited for the start of the third day of the Tournament of Myr, in which Aenar did not participate because it was only the melee.
Daenerys smiling, replied, "Thank you, Mother. Although I feel a little tired."
"I'm sure you do, considering the noises we heard yesterday, despite the music and the talking, and later this morning before you came here," said her mother as she sat down, and Daenerys blushed.
At that moment Aenar also arrived in his dark tunic, sitting next to her after kissing her mother Rhaella on the forehead, and Ashara on the forehead too.
Sitting beside her, kissing her on the lips, they heard Arthur say, "You look quite tired, Your Grace." And she was sure he was mocking him, because Aenar said, "Fuck off!" of course in a playfully way.
Turning towards the field they saw the challengers enter it.
"So sixty man?" she asked Aenar, and Arthur said, "And women."
"What?" she asked, turning at him.
"There are also some of the best women warriors from the Golden Lances," said Ser Arthur and she turned to Allyssa, who was talking and smiling with Arya.
"Alyssa wanted to participate, but I forbade her," said Aenar, "She is witc…." He bits his tongue to stop himself from revealing that.
"Good. Then I will cheer for them. It will be good if there is a woman who win this melee," she said, smiling, and fortunately she didn't pay attention to when he stopped, turning her attention to the field.
As they started to fight Daenerys looked intensely at them trying to follow every move and understand what the rules were but there were too many warriors in the field.
Time never seemed to pass, as the challengers fell to the ground, and Daenerys felt her body get tired. Jon really exhausted her last night, morning and day. She smiled lowering her head, feeling the heat rising, and heard Aenar whisper, "Are you all right?"
"Yes. Just a little tired."
"I believe it. The way you rode me last night, I'd be worried if you weren't," he whispered, and that only made the wetness between his legs burst, so she tried to squeeze her thighs.
"Stop it!" she hissed in a playfully way, smiling.
"I can smell your wetness, my beautiful wife," he said in a teasing way, taking her hand and kissing the knuckles, and so she, turning at him, said, "If you don't stop right now, I will stripe myself immediately, and everyone would see your beautiful naked wife riding you. Tell me is that what you want, my dear husband? To everyone see the beautiful naked body of your wife?"
He withdrew immediately looking a bit in horror, and she bit her lips to not start laughing hard, and shaking his head, he turned his gaze back to the melee.
She looked at him sideways for a moment, admiring his beauty, with his hair loose, and short beard, and felt how her body was asking to be fucked by his magnificent tongue, but shaking her head, she turned her attention back to the melee, and seeing, that only two challengers remained, and Arya and Alyssa, who were encouraging out loudly.
It seems one of Alyssa's warrior women managed arrived till the end," commented Arthur and smirking Daenerys said, "Tell me, husband. Would you like to bite on the winner?"
"How much?"
"1000 gold dragons, and a journey to Qarth," she said, making him very serious about mentioning that city.
"Why Qarth?" he asked.
"You will know in due time," she said, grinning. "So do you accept?"
"Yes, I accept," he said, grinning, taking her hand and giving her a kiss on the and, looking back to the field.
The woman was good, but so was Ethenaine. That old fox had decided to join the melee to prove something, even though Aenar expected his second in command to join the joust, but he didn't want it. He said he was better with a sword than a lance. And in fact, it could be seen that he gave the warrior woman a lot of trouble.
But after a while, he saw Ethenaine on his back on the ground, and the woman's sword pointed at his neck. The woman took off her helmet, smiling, showing her large braided Valyrian hair, raising her sword high, as a sign of victory, and receiving the cheering of the crowd.
"It seems I have won, dear husband," said Daenerys, grinning and applauding. "I will wait for my reward. For the gold today. For Qarth soon."
"Why do you really want to go to Qarth?" asked Aenar.
"The people said that Qarth is the greatest city that ever was or will be. So, I want to see it before we will leave for Westeros."
Aenar, sighing, shakes his head, deciding to leave topic regarding Qarth for now. But for sure it will not end here. He will find her true reasons regarding it.
Last day of tourney...
After having put on the beautiful dress suggested by her mother, with her hair braided just behind, Daenerys headed to the tourney.
And now she sat there with Lady Ashara, her mother, Alyssa and Arya, waiting, of course, for Aenar's arrival to cheer for him.
"Lady Ashara? Whose side are you on today if Aenar and Thorren should clash?" asked Daenerys turning her gaze to the Lady that raised her husband, and whose lover or husband reached this final stage.
"On my son's, of course," replied the woman proudly, drinking all the wine in it in one breath to suppress the growing anxiety she was feeling, and Daenerys smiled when she saw her squeezing the eyes, probably because of the taste of the wine.
At that moment Ser Barristan walked up too, standing next to her.
The trumpets started to sound to announce the entrance of the remaining participants, thus attracting the attention of Daenerys.
Of the twenty participants, there were only six left for today's final joust, and all of them were apparently among the best. Of course, she only knew two of them well. Thorren and Aenar. The others were one from Essos, and three from Westeros, one of whom was Ser Jorah Mormont champion of the Tourney of Lannisport.
She wasn't surprised that there were three knights from Westeros today competing for the semi-finals. Viserys always said that the men from Westeros are good at tournaments and her brother Rhaegar was among the best and won one of the biggest tournaments in living memory. The Tournament of Harrhenal.
The first two challengers were the noble from Meereen and the Knight with the Red Lion, as she called him.
Although the nobleman was skilled with the spear and a great horse rider, he was no great obstacle for the Knight of the Red Lion, who knocked him down in the second round, thus becoming the first jouster of the semi-finals.
The next one were, the Knight with the dark armour and Ser Owen. But he was no great obstacle for the knight in the dark Armor who unhorsed him in the second round with two broken lances.
Then came the turn of Thorren, who, after taking the lance, approached the box, with a smile lifting the lance towards Ashara so that he might wear her favor.
She smiled at this. But she remembered that she gave Aenar nothing to wear as a good-luck charm. She'll have to do it for the final or semi-final moment.
Thorren had a big smile on his lips and headed towards his position. Daenerys looked towards his opponent and saw him glance between Ashara and Thorren, and have a smirk on his lips.
Intrigued by this situation Daenerys asked, "Lady Ashara, what is going on between you and Thorren's opponent?"
"Nothing. The boy's got a crush on me," she said, smirking, and she was sure that this situation amused her a bit. Maybe it was a way to tease Thorren sometimes when he was working too much to make Aenar's inventions.
The trumpet sounded and the opponents charged at each other, breaking a lance, but staying firmly on their horses. They were both more or less of the same size and musculature, similar technique but for sure different determination, but with the same goal. Crowning Lady Ashara Dayne, the Queen of love and beauty.
The second round instead resulted in a failed hit and as a result, they had to charge against each other again, resulting in another draw.
You could hear the gasps of people when they hit each other, but also the cheers.
Round three seemed to be the decisive round with the result of Thorren's victory. He raised up his visor, looking towards Ashara smiling, before approaching Ser Gareth who was on the ground, saying something to him, and the angry knight pushed Thorren down from his horse and jumping at him.
But if they were equal with the lance, they weren't equal in the fight, and Thorren immediately turned the situation, making the enemy fall on his back and climbing over him, starting to punch him with his gloves.
Fortunately, Arthur and some men intervened before things could degenerate.
After this moment of turmoil and distraction, the joust resumed.
The last turn before the semi-finals was between Ser Jorah Mormont, and Aenar, for whom almost everyone was cheering, in his black armour. Now seeing these two challengers Daenerys was not sure who will win. Ser Jorah was good and he's beaten all his opponents until now, but so has Aenar, despite his opponents were better than him.
Daenerys started to glance between them, constantly worrying about Aenar, and when the trumpets sounded to give the start of the turn, the riders charged at each other, with the result that both spears broke, but Daenerys saw Mormont leaning forward on the horse's neck holding on to his shoulder. The spear must have hit him very hard there.
But he did not retire because when the signal for the second round was given, the knight took another lance as did Aenar, charging again, but this time the result was different, with Mormont flying on the ground.
Daenerys released a breath of relief, happy that Aenar won, but less happy with the fact that the remaining three opponents were very good.
"Now we are going to take a little break, before the semi-finals," said her mother, as the field was starting to be cleaned, and more ground put where it needed, and fix the splitter. Daenerys got up, fallowing her mother.
The time came for the two semi-finals, which had qualified Aenar, the man with the red lion, Thorren, and the knight with the dark armour of Westeros.
The first Semi-final took place between Aenar and the man with the red lion emblem, who Daenerys didn't know who he was yet, but he was very good considering he made it this far.
"Ser Barristan, what do you think?" Daenerys asked the old knight, worried.
"Well, the knight is definitely a great jouster. He defeated his opponents in no more than four turns, breaking two spears at most, which may not seem a lot, but considering how good the knights were, and that they aren't easy to break is good. His grace, on the other hand, is also very good despite it is his first tournament, and his determination will make him win".
"Do you remember your first tournament, Ser?"
"Yes. The best day of my life," replied the old knight chuckling and smiling under the mustache and the beard. "I was a squire of ten years then. With the coin that I had gathered I acquired a suit of armour and entered the lists of Tourney at Blackhaven, as a mystery knight. At the begging, I jousted well until I faced Prince Duncan, and lost, therefore my identity was revealed."
"It was he who knighted you?"
"No. It was your great grandfather the one to do that, at the age of sixteen. But Prince Duncan give me the epithet of Barristan the Bold when the other knights mocked me."
She smiled, imagining a young boy of 10 years old facing those knights, but her attention was turned to the joust when she heard the trumpet give the start of the first round.
The first contact between them was a draw, with both opponents breaking a spear each side, and for the moment Aenar was good, rested, and was riding well.
Two more rounds followed, and only one lance was broken in favor of the Knight of the red lion, which raised the Daenerys hopes that this will end soon with Aenar victory.
Aenar was very good, strong, determined in this semi-finals challenge. He rode extremely good and his arm was very firm in holding the lance. But the enemy was no less.
The opponents continued to charge against each other, and Daenerys no longer understood anything. So much time had passed since the beginning of their confrontation, and Daenerys was starting to worry for Aenar. His body and strength might leave him soon and above all, he might get very badly hurt.
"Arthur," said Aenar as he threw down his broken spear and lifted his visor. "I cannot do it. I can't find a gap in his defense and I can't unhorse him."
Arthur could see the tiredness on his face, the almost fast breathing. It was already thirteen broken lances, and sixteen rounds. He knew that Aenar would not last much longer, and the knight rode too well and was very stable, making it difficult to unhorse. Luckily, both horses were stallions, otherwise, there would be some troubles.
"Arthur?" Aenar asked, drawing attention back to him.
"He's getting tired," Arthur said. "Keep it steady." And he signaled to one of the men to give him the spear. Arthur was sure that this would be the decisive round.
"Mother, he won't last much longer," Daenerys said leaning towards her mother, but never taking her gaze from Aenar.
"I know," she answered with an increased breath.
The opponent's horse made a surge before charging toward Aenar in full fury, and so did Winterstorm before charging at the opponent galloping.
Before the lances touched each other, it was as if an eternity had passed, and although she was worried and wanted to close her eyes, she did not, with her chest rising forward and back and a very fast rate.
The victory finally came when the lance touched the chest of the enemy, making him fall backwards from his horse.
When he stopped, Aenar threw the broken lance to the ground and rode to his opponent, who was on the ground but was slowly getting up.
As he took off his helmet, Daenerys saw that underneath it there was a young man in his mid-twenties, with blond hair, and very handsome, who was holding himself at his side, and she was very curious about who he was.
"Who are you knight asked Aenar, climbing down from the horse.
"Galahad Hill, Your Grace," answered the knight kneeling down.
"Don't kneel, knight. I am not yet a king," said Aenar chuckling. "Who taught you how to joust so well?"
"My guardian. A knighted land from the Westerlands. But I'm not yet a knight of Westeros," replied the young man, with a sad look and tone.
"No?" he asked surprised, "And tell me Galahad Hill. Do you want to become a knight?"
The man's face lit up and with a smile, he said, "It is my greatest dream, Your Grace, but I don't think I am worthy of such an honour."
"I believe that your courage today and your skill, prove your quality and that you are the worthiest to become a knight of Westeros," replied Aenar, waving to Arthur to come. "Of what caste are you the bastard?"
"Re-Reyne, Your Grace," and Aenar was surprised by that since he was unaware that there were still members of that extinct lineage. But it was better that there were, so he could spit in Tywin Lannister's eye, and show him one last heir of the Rains of Castamere, which Aenar intended to legitimize and perhaps give him control of Westerland.
"Kneel, Galahad. So that the Sword of Morning may knight you," said Aenar, as Arthur drew his sword, and the man knelt down.
"Galahad Hill of House Reyne, do you swear before the eyes of gods and men to defend those who cannot defend themselves, to protect all women and children, to obey your captains, your liege lord, and your king, to fight bravely when needed and do such other tasks as are laid upon you, however hard or humble or dangerous they maybe?"
"I swear," responded the knight.
"Then arise, Ser Galahad Hill a knight of the Seven Kingdoms," said Arthur, and the young knight rose up.
Jon then extended the forearm for a clap, to congratulate, and the light clapped it smiling.
Then came the moment of the second semi-final between Thorren and the Knight in the dark Armor. Daenerys truly hoped that Thorren would win this, but his hopes were crushed when his opponent unhorsed Thorren in the first round, with a hit to the helmet.
"This is no good," murmured Daenerys, to herself but also loudly.
"They'll take a break now," said Barristan. "Have faith. His grace will win."
Daenerys smiled forcefully, taking a goblet of water to drink, but her heart wasn't at easy.
After the break, it was time for the final match, and Daenerys' heart was in her throat because Aenar's opponent was very strong and very good.
She looked towards Aenar side, seeing him enter in all his glory, wearing proudly their house colours. When Viserys was usually telling or reading her stories of the great knights of Westeros, or the dragon lords she always made a picture inside her of how they looked. But now looking at her husband, that dream came true.
Aenar was preparing in his part of the field, putting the rhombic shield on his arm, and taking the lance in his hand.
"He'll be all right, Daenerys. Don't worry. He has beaten all his opponents so far and they were strong. Trust me, he will overcome this too," said her mother, squeezing her hand.
Then Daenerys darted to look at the other man. He was calm, spear already in his hand, and looking around the crowd while waiting for the signal to be given.
She was squeezing her hands tight while her breathing was fast. Her eyes turned between the two and then she heard them. The trumpet blew and the knights charged at each other. Time never seemed to pass and then she saw it. The thing she would rather never have seen. The opponent's lance passes the shield and hit Aenar in the chest, making him lose the lance.
Daenerys got up immediately wanting to run to him to check that he was all right, but her mother stopped her shaking her head seriously.
"You have to be impartial, Dany," she said, letting go her hand, and Daenerys looked at Aenar for a moment, who was leaning forward on Winterstorm, and although hesitantly she sat down, her heart felt as if it was about to blow up inside her.
"Your father will be all right," she continued to whisper as she stroked her belly, so as not to worry the little one inside her, who even thought, she still couldn't feel him kicking.
"Arthur, he pierced the armour," said Aenar groaning, with the lance still stuck in his chest, and lowering himself a bit, Arthur pulled it away. Examining it a little, he saw that there was an iron point. Either the enemy was cheating or making an attempt on Aenar's life.
"Arthur?"
"He's cheating. You're lucky your chainmail is of Valyrian steel, or you're dead. You know he's going for the head?"
"Yes. You have to pass me the lance," Aenar said groaning.
"Withdraw your grace," said Arthur, trying to reason with him, but he knew perfectly well that he would not succeed, and in fact, shaking his head, he said, " Pass me the lance. As soon as I throw him to the ground, arrest that bastard."
And rode away to take his position. As stubborn as his mother and father, thought Arthur.
"What is he doing, Mother?" Daenerys asked, in disbelief. Despite the pierced armour, and surely the other knight will try to kill him again, Aenar wanted to keep on jousting.
"I told you, Daenerys. He's stubborn," said her mother, who was angry too, drinking a goblet of wine all in one sip and then asking for another. Ashara looked worried too, by how she was looking at her son, squeezing her hand and breathing fast, but she didn't drink.
The trumpet sounded and the opponents charged against each other, resulting in a second lance broken for the enemy and again stuck in Aenar's armour.
'Damn him for being so stubborn and wanting to continue,' she thought. He had no chance against this enemy and a higher strike, and he will be dead. She squeezed the skirt of her dress so tightly that her knuckles turned white and even through it, she could almost bleed blood from her palms.
Aenar took the lance again, after Arthur took the piece of lance from his chest, and charged again, this time he tried to go even harder and aimed straight at the helmet, succeeding, making the enemy roll on the back of the horse, because of the impact, making him fall.
The lance broke into many pieces, and then Daenerys saw Arthur with some men take his opponent from the ground and away from the field.
She was very curious to find who this man was that attempted on her husband's life, but her attention was drawn away when the people started to cheer loudly, and as she turned she saw Aenar with the visor of his helmet raised, and a lance in his hand, with a beautiful tricolour crown on the tip. Red roses, yellow roses and winter roses.
She gave him the biggest smile she could make, standing up and ignoring the two holes in the chest of his armour.
Aenar meanwhile stretched his arm with the lance towards Daenerys who was standing, and she took the crown and put it on her head. By the gods, she was so beautiful, and in that beautiful dress with her sleeves that looked like dragon's wings, together with the shoulder straps she had, she looked like the maiden herself.
Aenar couldn't wait for night to come and made love to her Queen of Love and beauty with the crown on her head.
But first he will need some rest and maybe treat the bruises caused by the impact which were definitely on his chest.
After savouring all the crowd's encouragement for victory, and as champion of the Myr Tournament, Aenar rode away, smiling, while Daenerys was still overwhelmed by her joyfulness, dealings in being crowned for the first-time queen of love and beauty.
"You are beautiful Daenerys," said her mother, looking towards her, and she smiled. "But now you must go and rest a bit before you get ready for the feast. I'm going to have a little talk with Aenar."
"Don't be hard on him, Mother," Daenerys said when he saw her mother leaving. But Daenerys know that despite her word, her mother will be very hard on Aenar for putting himself in that danger by keeping jousting.
After the tournament, Aenar made his way to the room with the big pool, since he needed a good hot bath to relax his muscles, because, by all the gods, they hurt so much. And afterwards he will have to prepare for the feast of the champions of tonight.
But tomorrow he'll have to find out who sent the knight to kill him during the tournament. It was either Tywin Lannister or the usurper, for sure.
As he entered, Aenar saw the water was ready because some steam was coming out of it.
After putting some wine in a goblet, Aenar began to take off his clothes, feeling the pain and tension in his body muscles. Then, after he looked for a moment on his sored body, and untied his hair, he took a sip of wine.
But before he could swallow it, Aenar felt a slap on his cheek, when he turned a moment towards the entrance, making him spit out all the wine to the right.
"What-" but he didn't end up, as another slap came, this time on the other cheek.
Recovering, Aenar saw a very angry Rhaella in front of him, and stroking his cheeks that were burning because of the slap, he asked, "What was this slap for?"
"For being stubborn," she said angrily and with her hands on her hips, "and for putting your life in danger while keeping jousting."
"You think a lance in the chest-"
"Two lances in the chest," she corrected him, moving closer and stopping a few inches from him. "And don't give me some of your horseshit of an excuse."
"Do you think two spears in the chest would have stopped me from my goal? From my desire?" he said, crossing the arms in front of his sored chest, knowing full well that he had nothing on him. And indeed, she glanced for a moment down at him, then back to his face.
Aenar knew, however, that his answer made her even angrier, and in fact, she was ready to slap him again, but avoiding it, he caught her with an embrace, feeling his cock begin to harden when her back was against him.
"Did you see the big smile Daenerys had when I crowned her as my Queen of love and beauty?" he whispered as he hugged her, "By the gods, I'm ready to face a thousand lances and take them in my chest if at the end I'll be welcomed by that smile."
Rhaella felt her anger start to fade away and her legs give up, because of the way he whispered at her, or the way his cock was pointing in her ass, which was only separated by the dress she was wearing, and if he really wanted to, he could rip it instantly. But she knew he would never do that, and she asked, "Who is he?"
"I don't know, but I'll soon find out," said Aenar, letting her go and moaning, holding onto her waist for a moment, before heading for the tub. And she was already missing his arms around her.
"Will you join me?" Rhaella heard him ask, and she turned towards him nodding, but not before she had taken some oils and packs for his bruises and that will relax his muscles, which were there on the table already prepared. Even before the tournament Rhaella knew she would need them. Rhaegar used them the first time. And so did Aerys.
As she loosened her hair and took off her dress, Rhaella walked towards the tub, sitting on a staircase inside it with hot water reaching her navel, while Aenar sat on a lower one, and between her legs.
After putting some oil on her palms, and rubbed them, Rhaella began to rub his muscles, feeling how tense they were, and Aenar started to groan, even though Rhaella didn't know if it was for the pleasure, because he was feeling good, or for the pain, because he was feeling bad.
After a while, as she was rubbing him, Rhaella felt his muscles relaxing, and him leaning backwards against her, thus making her back, rest against the bathtub. With this movement, the head of his hard cock could be seen above the water for a moment, and Rhaella knows that if She wasn't already wet because of the water in the pool, she would have been wet by her arousal.
Rhaella licked her lips when she saw the head, really wanting to suck him, because she hadn't done that for a long time, while she was passing her hands with oil over his chest, especially over his sore, but she didn't want to tire him out. He needed to have all his strength for tonight when he will make love to Daenerys, his queen of love and beauty.
But his caresses on her legs and thighs, her pussy touching his back and his moans didn't help much to stop the heat that grew from her core increased by the heat of the water.
Suddenly, Rhaella found herself on the edge of the pool, and the head of Aenar's cock rubbing against the lips of her pussy, before entering inside her with a single push, releasing a groan and she moaned too. Rhaella could feel how her cunt was spreading around his cock.
As he started to slowly move his hips, entering and semi-exiting from inside her, holding her with his arms around her back so that she doesn't fall, Rhaella wrapped her arms strongly around his shoulders, moaning at the pleasure he gave her when his cock touched her sensitive parts inside her cunt.
After a few minutes of slow movements of his hips, in which he was kissing her, and Rhaella could taste the red wine of Lys on his lips and on his tongue, Aenar stated to increase the speed of his thrust making her moan loudly but inside his, mouth. The water was splashing around, and on the floor, Rhaella instead, was while she was almost scratching his back with her nails.
She could feel her wall clanking around his cock, and knew that her come was near, but she wanted to resist more, she wanted for them to cum at the same moment or maybe, even make him come first, and there may be only a way.
"I want to ride you, grandson," she said, whispering in his ear, and releasing a moan.
Without pulling out and break their contact, Aenar swapped position, and now he was leaning against the wall of the tub.
"Now you are going to be ridden by the mother, and at the same time, grandmother of dragons," Rhaella said, against his mouth in a seductive, but whispering way, biting his lips, starting to move her hips, making him groan and moan in pleasure, as he bit on her neck, making her smirk.
She loved how his cock was feeling inside her, touching her most sensitive parts insider her cunt, and the way he was making her full.
Rhaella started to ride him harder, moaning loudly, as he was trying to catch on of her nipples, without succeeding, because her breasts were jumping at the rhythm, and his hands were also busy in holding her by the hips.
After a while Rhaella could feel that she could no longer resist as she slowed down her rhythm, almost breathless, but then, Aenar pulled out, saying, "Brace yourself on the edge of the tube because I'm gonna funky very hard, that…."
"Close your mouth, and put it in!" she said not letting him finish, leaning a bit down, with the legs a bit open, and she could feel his hand grasping her hip, and with one powerful thrust enter her, making her gasp, and arch her back.
He keeps in giving her slow, but powerful thrust, that made her pussy burning, which was also caused because she was keeping her release.
"Do you like this, my dear grandmother, eh?" Aenar asked, giving her another powerful thrust, that sanded pleasure all over her body. With his cock still deep inside her, Aenar grabbed her first by the shoulder, rising her up against his chest, then with one hand on her throat and the other squeezing on of her breast, he started to thrust in her fast and hard, whispering, "Do you like your grandson's cock so deep inside you, eh?"
"Yessss…." she moaned loudly, as he was thrusting in her faster and faster until she could no longer hold her climax, and so she released, feeling how her wall had clucked around him.
Aenar let her go, as he keeps thrusting in her fast, but after a while, she could feel him slow down, and Rhaella heard him, say, "Rhae, I'm about…" so she pushed him away, and kneeling in the water, and taking his coke inside her mouth, making him spill all his seed inside her mouth, and this give her also the possibility to taste him and finish him till the last drop and till his cock was soft.
Then he collapsed, in the water, and she next to him, placing his back against the wall tub, and hers against his chest, with his arms around her waist, "I hope…You still… have energy for tonight. For Dany," she said breathless, leaning her head on his shoulder.
"Of course, I have, my love. I have to make love to my queen of love and beauty," he said, kissing her on the temples, he too was breathing fast as his chest was rising fast.
"What a mess we did," she said chuckling, and glancing on the room.
"That happens when too dragons mate," he said, making her giggle, then bending to kiss and bit her neck, and so she allowed him more room to it.
After putting on his dress for the feast, a red tunic with gold embroidery and a long overcoat with the same gold embroidery, Aenar headed to the great hall.
When he arrived there, he saw Daenerys waiting for him at the entrance of the great hall's door, wearing a beautiful red dress, with veiled and embroidered sleeves, and the crown of flowers on her head. Her face had a strange painting on her eyes and her lips were red, which made her even more beautiful.
Smiling, he said, "My queen," kissing her hand, and then on her lips, he added, "of love and beauty."
Daenerys gave him a big smile, giggling, and then added with shining eyes that looked at him, "My champion."
He knew that if they kept standing out here looking at each other, they wouldn't be able to resist it anymore, and he would fuck her against one of the pillars right here.
So, holding her hand, they headed inside and once there they were greeted by the cheering and the clapping of those who were present.
Taking a goblet in his hand, Aenar said, as he walked towards the middle of the room, "Please, you don't have to cheer a novice who has won his first tourney, because he was lucky. There are many brave knights in this room who deserve it more than I do."
"You are too humble, Commander," said one of his captains, making them all laughing for moment.
"Yes, yes. But it' s me who wants to make a toast," said Aenar as he raised his glass, "A toast to my Queen of love and beauty. And to the child that we will soon have."
And everyone toasted and clapped as a congratulation. Then, once the attention was diverted from them, and the guests returned to what they were doing before, drinking, talking, Jon and Daenerys parted, after giving her a kiss on the lips, because he needed to get to know better someone else, and she headed towards another group of women for clarification.
Filling his goblet with red wine again, Aenar headed towards the knight who gave him the most trouble during the tournament in the semi-finals.
"Sir Galahad Hill," Aenar said, drawing the attention of the young knight, who was older than him anyway, once a few inches from him.
"Your Grace," said the knight, smiling, and wanting to kneel, but Aenar stopped him, saying, "Do not kneel. I am not a King, yet."
He nodded, smiling on.
"So, you're of House Reyne, for what I understood, right?" asked Aenar, taking a sip from his goblet with the Red wine from Lys, tasting the sweetness of it. Of all the wines of Essos this was his favourite.
"Yes. My grandfather was Roger Reyne, the Red Lion," said the knight seriously, although Jon didn't know whether to believe it completely or play the game of the man interested and maybe use the lie in his favour. However, whichever way he goes, he will need to hear Galahad's full story.
"What about your father? I'm surprised Lord Tywin left a Reyne heir alive that one day might seek revenge for what happened to his family."
"As far as I know, Lord Tywin was unaware that my grandfather was married, or worse. That he had a rightful heir."
"And how did your father manage to escape from Castamere?" Aenar asked after taking another sip from his goblet and starting to walk, heading towards the balcony, to have more peace, and to understand his story better.
"He was not in Castamere when Tywin Lannister marched on the Castle, but in Vikaryon, the Seat of House Vikary, which descends from House Reyne," replied the young Knight leaning against the stone railing of the balcony.
"But if your father was a legitimate Reyne, why you aren't?" Jon asked, leaning against the railing himself, and placing the goblet on it. Though, in retrospect, he realized the reason.
"Because my mother and he weren't married," replied the knight turning to him, and of course confirming his thoughts.
"Who is your mother?" asked Aenar, intrigued by this story, as it seemed more and more true.
"Cyrelle Tarbeck."
And it was here, that with the revelation of that name, Aenar knew that the Knight was lying. This made him very angry. Taking the goblet of red wine in his hand, twisting it a bit, Aenar said sipping, "You are lying."
"What Your Grace?" he asked almost in a confused tone, and Aenar would really like to clap him for the great play he was trying so hard to make. But because of the lie. He was very, very angry.
"I said you are a liar," Aenar replied in a threatening tone and approaching the Knight, until he was only a few inches away.
"No, Your Grace. I swear to you on my honour as a knight. What I say is the truth," replied the frightened knight surely.
"Cyrelle Tarbeck was captured, her tongue was cut out, and sent to join the Silence Sisters, along with her sister, Rohanne," said Aenar, placing the chalice down again, which was now empty. "I don't like liars, and I thought that for making you a Knight, I would receive honesty in return..."
"I am honest with you, Your Grace," replied the knight interrupting him. "Everything I have told you is the truth. I have no reason to lie to you, just like you have no reason to believe me."
"Oh, but you have every reason to do so. Perhaps you hope that once I've taken back the Throne and defeated the Lannisters, I'll make you Lord of Castamere or Castely Rock. Perhaps even Warden of the West."
"I'm a bastard, Your Grace, so I have no claim on any land," replied the knight, sighing. "However, Tywin succeeded in his intent to wipe out House Reyne. He discovered my father was alive and had him killed, sending assassins into the night. My mother died when I was five, killed on Tywin Lannister's orders, and I was raised by Ser Lymond Vikary, to whom I squired and who taught me everything I know."
But no matter what the knight was saying, Aenar wasn't convinced, despite of the sincerity on Galahad's face.
Before he could say anything, Aenar saw Arthur and Ser Barristan approach, and his mentor asked him, "Is everything all right, your grace?"
"With your permission, your grace, I take my leave," said the knight bowing and leaving.
Once the knight had walked away far enough, Aenar asked to the old knight, "Ser Barristan. You that lived during the fall of Castamere, do you think this man could be a Reyne?"
"Well, he looks like them. He wears their coat of arms, but there were rumours that Rohanne Tarbeck's son fled the claws of Lord Tywin, but nothing about a son of the Red Lion," said the old knight. "Instead, Lady Ellyn's daughters were sent to the Order of the Silent Sisters."
"He says his mother was Ellyn Reyne's second daughter," Aenar said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"Then I'd say that's even more reason to keep him away. The silent sisters are called the Stranger's wives, they are voted to chastity and silence. You must be a fool to lie with one of them and..."
"Who cares about who his mother was. If the Seven Kingdoms see that at the slaughter of Castamere, there was a survivor, Tywin Lannister's power and credibility will diminish," Arthur intervened. "Legitimate him. Show the world that House Reyne has an heir. And maybe give him also the sword. That will surely give the Old Lion a heart stroke."
Aenar chuckled at it. Brightroar in the hands of his rival House? Yes, the great Tywin Lannister will surely die instantly.
"In that regard, dear Arthur. It's up to you to find out if Galahad is worthy to wield a Valyrian steel sword," Aenar said chuckling and patting him on the shoulder, then heading towards Daenerys, who was talking with some of Myr's merchant wives.
"It is so difficult to resist you, my Queen of love and beauty," said Aenar, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her towards him, making her collide with his chest, and giving her a passionate kiss on the lips.
At that moment Alyssa also approached them, accompanied by a woman, in her early-thirties, with Valyrian features, and wearing a red dress with a few strokes of black on it. It was the same woman who won the melee.
"I still haven't had a chance to congratulate you, cousin on winning the tournament," said Alyssa, smiling. "A very impressive achievement."
"Well, also very difficult. Especially the final challenge," replied Jon, stroking his neck, and Alyssa nodded. Then turning her attention to Daenerys she said, "And I should also congratulate with you on your pregnancy."
"Thank I should do the same," said Daenerys smiling, and Alyssa, becoming serious, glared at him.
"I swear I didn't tell her anything," said Aenar, raising his hands, and shaking his head.
"Anyway," said Alyssa, returning her attention to Daenerys, adding, "This is Visenya, the steel maiden."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, my lady," said Jon, taking her hand and kissing her on the knuckles. "I was impressed by your skills with the sword during the tournament."
"And not only that. You've also lost a bet," Daenerys intervened, grinning. "It's always nice to see a woman triumph in a tournament of men."
"Thank you," replied the woman, smirking.
"Visenya is a Targaryen name if I am not mistaken," said Daenerys, glancing at him, who nodded, and then turned her attention back to the woman.
"It is. And indeed..."
"Not now," said Alyssa, intervening, attracting Aenar's curiosity about it. Apparently his lost cousin was trying to hide something regarding the woman. And he did not like that.
But apparently it seemed of no use because the woman, after looking at Alyssa, said, smirking, "My name is Visenya Blackfire.
And that made him serious and angry. If there were no guests now, he would have ordered the death of this woman. He took Alyssa by the arm and dragged her out of the great hall, hearing the music stop.
Daenerys tried to stop him, but failed, and turning to the musicians, she said, "Please continue."
As the woman walked away, Daenerys saw her mother approach and ask, "Dany, what happened?"
"The woman who won the melee today is a Blackfire. And when Jon found out about it, he got very angry with Alyssa, and he dragged her out."
"That' s not good," she said, seriously, shaking her head. Giving her the goblet, her mother said, "Stay here Daenerys, and away from the woman. I'm going to find Aenar and make sure that he doesn't do something foolish in his anger and compromise the child that the woman is carrying."
Giving her a quick kiss on the lips, she left the room, while next to her came Ser Barristan.
But she never lost sight of the woman, who in the meantime was talking and laughing with the young knight of the Red Lion.
"Why didn't you tell me," Aenar said, raising his voice, and squeezing her arm, hurting her and making her wail.
" Let me go, Aenar," she said, trying to free herself, but she could not. Her cousin was too strong.
"I asked you a question. Answer it!" he shouted, making her jump. Alyssa instinctively brought her free hand to the belly where her baby was.
"Aenar..."
"You betrayed me by not telling me there was a Blackfire in your ranks," said Aenar threateningly, backing her against the wall, and with one hand, grabbing her by the neck, but not squeezing. If she wasn't pregnant Alyssa would have resisted. She would have fought back, but now she did not want to endanger her child, because she did not know what Aenar could do, considering how furious he was.
"What was your plan, slut?" he asked, squeezing her by the chin. "Kill me. Steal the commandos of the Golden Company and give it to the Blackfire whore, huh?"
"Aenar... please," Alyssa tried to say as he held her to the wall, "N-Not... it's not what you think."
" No? Then why didn't you tell me, huh?" he said, angrily and with his teeth clenched. "Is that why you seduced my cousin, slut? So you'd have the support of the North to put her on the Iron Throne, huh?"
That's when Alyssa saw his eyes. Her cousin's eyes, which were usually grey and beautiful, now orange or almost red, like fire. And a strong dragon roar from the city. Surely it was Caraxes.
"Please Aenar. My..."
But suddenly Alyssa no longer felt the weight of his body against her, or his hand holding her, falling to the ground. And as she opened her eyes she saw that Ser Arthur Dayne was there, pushing him away, but in vain. Aenar was as if he was possessed, and he threw Arthur away, heading towards Alyssa again, but this time with his sword drawn.
"Jon!" Alyssa heard a scream and saw outside the entrance of the hall, Daenerys, with tears in her eyes, and a terrified face, while her mother, Rhaella Targaryen, ran towards her, kneeling down, "Are you all right, Alyssa?" the woman asked.
"I think I am," she answered, getting up slowly, and looking toward her cousin, who was having normal eyes now, but still angry because he was breathing fast.
Putting the sword back, he looked at her for a moment, then ran away.
"Come. I will take you to Master Gregory to see if you are well," said Rhaella, helping her with Ser Barristan.
While her mother accompanied Alyssa, Daenerys ran to Arthur and asked, " What's got into him, Ser Arthur?"
But the knight, rising from the ground shook his head, and before returning to the great hall, said, "go to your Daenerys room. I think the feast is over for us. And I'm sure that once he' s calmed down, Jon will join you there."
Daenerys nodded and hesitantly headed to her room. Tonight, was not supposed to go like this.
After what happened in the corridors outside the great hall Aenar ran away, taking off his coat, remaining alone in his tunic, and heading towards a place where he could cool his anger.
Once outside, he started to take deep breaths, with his hands on his knees. He didn't really know what happened in there, and it wasn't the first time something like this had happened. The anger and truth of finding out that there was a Blackfire there made him lose control.
Looking at the hand with which he squeezed Alyssa, he saw it trembling, and clenching his fist he said to himself, "What have I done."
"Jon," he heard the voice of Ashara, his mother, who was approaching, surely left the party shortly after.
"Please, mother. I don't want to hurt you, too," he said, backing away.
"You won't. I have faith in you, son," she said, stopping a few inches away from him. Aenar fell to his knees, crying, and then hugged his mother's legs.
"What have I done, mother? I could have killed the child," he said among the whimperers, as she tried to comfort him.
"I'm sure she' s well," said Ashara, holding him close.
"I was so angry. I lost control, and-" he was strugling to find his words, letting her go and then sitting on a staircase.
"I know. Five rebellions in history might make one think that all Blackfires are the same," Ashara said, sitting next to him. "But if that woman really wanted to destroy the Targaryens, don't you think she would have done it already? After all, she is a grown woman, knows how to fight, and I'm sure how to lead armies."
"What do you suggest I do, Mother?" he asked turning to her, and Aenar could see the surprise on her face, who asked, "Do you really want my advice on this?"
"You are one of the people I trust the most, and you are one of the wisest person I know. Advise me what to do, and I will follow it," he said.
"Talk to the woman. Learn her story, and get to know her better," said Ashara. "A wise man once said, 'Why make enemies, when you can have friends?'"
"Who was he?"
"A King of the Torrentine, that lived long time ago," she said smiling.
Aenar smiling, nodded, sighing.
"Don't worry, the child is well. And so are you," replied old Gregory, before he drinks all the wine from the goblet in one breath. "But may I ask what happened?"
"Aenar. He was dominated by anger," Rhaella said, not wanting to go into too much detail because even he didn't really understand what happened.
"Ah, that boy," Gregory said, before he drinks another goblet of wine, then leaving the room for sure heading for some tavern in Myr to keep drinking.
Now that only they were left, Rhaella sat down beside the young woman, and she heard the little Stark ask, "Will Aenar hurt her?" And she had a very concerned look on her face.
Despite the toughness she wanted to show, the little Stark was still only a child, and she was quite shaken up by what happened in the hallway between Alyssa and Aenar.
Rhaella was trying to find some reassurance words to say, but before she could open her mouth, Alyssa Snow said, "I did not join him because I wanted to put Visenya on the throne. She doesn't want the iron chair that brought death to her family."
Rhaella didn't answer because she really did not know what to say. The girl was sincere, and she could read it in her face and hear it in her voice. Having lived most of her life in King's Landing, Rhaella immediately understood who was lying or not.
"Rhaella?" called her the girl, bringing her back.
Sighing, she said, "I believe you, but it will be very difficult to convince Aenar. I'll talk to Daenerys. She and Aenar have a special bond, and if anyone can make him understand that he's wrong about you and the Blackfire girl, it's Daenerys."
As she stood up, Rhaella said, "Arya, stay with her until I return." Leaving the room, to go to the one in here was Daenerys, to talk about it.
Despite the turn that the evening took, Daenerys nevertheless decided to prepare herself as she had already planned, wearing a purple dress with embroidery that was very tight on her body and left little to the imagination, especially since her breasts were half uncovered. And now she was sitting on the bed waiting for Jon's return.
Her mother was a bit contrary regarding this fact when she came to tell her that Alyssa was well, and the baby too. But she still suggested that she talk to Aenar about the woman, and also about the Blackfire.
Hearing the door open, Daenerys immediately stood up, feeling her heart beating as fast as her breath rising, and looking towards it, she saw him stopping for a moment and looking towards her. From head to toe, his eyes were moving, and in his gaze, Daenerys could see lust.
It was definitely her Jon because his eyes were normal, and his gaze was the same as usual when he sees her wearing something special.
He started to approach her in a predatory way, and slowly, almost as if he was hunting, and she never broke the contact of their eyes.
Once in front of her, Aenar, placing his hands on her hips, pulled her to him, and then clashing his lips with hers, starting a passionate kiss.
"You are breath-taking," he said, whispering against her lips, starting to open her dress. But she stopped him.
"Not so fast, young dragon. I think it's a little unfair to me this situation," she replied grinning, seeing the confusion on his face. "I'm almost completely naked, while on the other hand, you are still wearing your clothes."
Grinning, he started to unbutton his tunic, revealing some parts of his chest, and then he dropped his sword from his hips, remaining only in his trousers.
Daenerys meanwhile was enjoying the sight of her young husband's chiselled chest and his abdominal muscles, with lust.
"The trousers too," she said grinning. "I want to see your perfect hard cock." And he did so, quickly taking off his trousers and throwing them away. Now Daenerys could see him in all his magnificence with his cock already hard and straight, making her mouth, watering.
She wanted so badly to suck him, but that will not happen tonight.
So he returned in front of her, starting kissing her on the lips, and taking off her dress, while Daenerys could feel his cock pointing in her belly. As they kissed, she reached for his cock and began to stroke it gently, which caused him to moan and growl on her mouths.
He was meanwhile squeezing her ass cheeks, making her moan and then lifting her up. She immediately, wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck, as he carried her to the bed, never stopping from kissing her, and then slowly placing her at the edge.
He stopped for a moment, while he was on top of her between her open legs, to look at her, and she stroked him on his cheek. He had such a soft and loving expression, not like the fury he was showing in the hallway.
When he started to kiss her neck, and move down, she stopped him, saying, "I want you inside me. Now!"
So rising a bit up, he lined his cock at the entrance of her cunt and after stroking the tip against it, he entered inside her, with one thrust, making her release a moan.
He started to move his hips first slowly, then increasing the speed, hitting her most sensitive parts inside her cunt, and at the same time kissing her.
"Gods! So warmth. So welcome. So perfect." He said between kisses, as he kept thrusting in her fast and hard, but slowly, rising up, and holding her by the thigs.
Daenerys, on the other hand, with one hand was squeezing her tits, and with the other, she started to stroke her numb.
After a while, he stopped, and she opened her eyes, looking at him in confusion, because she didn't yet come, and especially, she knows that he didn't yet come.
Pulling out, he made her come down from the bed, and turning her, he said, "You are truly beautiful with a crown of flower on your head," biting her on the neck, as he was hugging her from behind. "Now I'm going to fuck your arse, that tomorrow you want be able to even sit he said, making her bit her mouth and moan in anticipation.
This will be truly a fiery night.
Daenerys was lying with her head resting on Aenar's chest, making circles on it with her fingers, and listening to his heartbeat. While he, on the other hand, was caressing her on the side with his thumb.
After some silence, Daenerys raised her head, but still resting on him, asked, "What happened in the hallway, Aenar?"
Sighing, he replied, "Anger has taken over me. And I regret how I treated her, and what I did. But I felt betrayed and... there's no excuse for what I did, Dany."
"Will you ask for her forgiveness and not harm her?" she asked, hoping the answer would be yes.
"Yes, I will. And I'll talk to her as well, but then I'll ask her to leave Myr, and never to show her face in front of me again, or a war will break out."
"Why?" she asked, rising up in a sitting position.
"I can no longer trust her. I will pay her, and then I will send her away from Myr," said Aenar, not looking at her.
Daenerys knew that it was not a wise decision, and she was not a great politician, nor did she know about the war, but she was a great observer and explored the city a lot. So she decided to use that knowledge as a means to change his mind.
"Do you think it's wise to send away an army, which has been inside these walls for many weeks and therefore knows its defenses?" she asked, "Not to mention that they also know your weakness, and how your army fight."
"Shit! You're right. In my anger and rush to decide, I forgot about that detail," said Aenar, getting up and sitting on the edge of the bed, then running his hand through his hair, definitely thinking about what to do.
Sighing, Daenerys moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around his body, hugging him, from behind.
After some silence, sighing, he said, "Ashara suggested I talk to the Blackfire. Hear her story. She is a wise woman, that thought me many things, so I trust her judgment. But I would also like to know what your suggestion on this regard"
Daenerys was surprised by, this, and after giving him a kiss on the shoulder, she said, "I think that you, me and my mother should talk with the Blackfire woman and see what her real intentions for the future are."
Aenar nodded, caressing the arms that were wrapped around him, and then he said, "Tomorrow we will talk to her. Now let's sleep. I'm sure we are both tired."
She released him, and once he was lying on the bed, she placed her head on his chest, feeling him fall asleep immediately. After kissing him on the chin, she also fell asleep, hugging him.