Riverrun, 292 AC
Aylis is walking around the room, rocking the baby she is holding in her arms slowly. All smiles, she stares at him, this cute little boy, looking so fragile she is scared of breaking him. The baby is asleep for now, but soon starts wailing and Aylis's breasts painfully ache when he cries.
"Give him to me", she hears her sister saying.
Aylis's lips brush the brow of little Robert Arryn and she walks to her sister, places the baby in the crook of her arms, before sitting down and stroking her huge baby bump, watching her sister breastfeeding her baby. SweetRobin, as her mother has immediately called him, is born a few days ago, when Cressen and Vyman both said Aylis's baby would be born first. Since then, the young lady is waiting. Shireen gets impatient, Stannis does also. Jon Arryn and him have arrived a fortnight before Lysa delivers her son. Lysa and Aylis have been both waiting for their husbands, by their father, and Aylis's heart had jumped in her chest when she has seen Stannis riding to her, on his black horse, and the smile he gave to her made her forget about all the bad things that happened to her since she got here. She had not forgotten, nor forgiven what her father has said and, since this night, their relationship had been cold as ice. Jon and Stannis had often spent time together, even there, and Aylis had often walked on them whispering, their heads turning swiftly at her and the conversation stopping immediately. She had frown at first, and then has forgotten about it: she had more important things to think about. The night Lysa's labour has started; she has thought her own baby would be born on this same night. But the hours passed, and then days and nothing happened. Her baby is active and moves and kicks a lot, but there is no indication that she would deliver soon.
She spends her day with her sister, laying in bed, and her nephew, and joins her husband at night, after the dinner they all shared. Stannis is already lying in bed when she gets in, and she stares at him, before slowly sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She stands naked in front of him, stepping aside her dress, pushing it away with her foot. Stannis stares at her, his thumb rubbing his index. He has this weird quirk for years now, and he often does it when he is nervous, or…impatient. Aylis smiles at him and joins him, straddles him. His hands immediately grab her thighs, and then her hips, stroking the imposing bump gently. He even pats it, clumsily:
"You are late, little Lord…"
Aylis laughs happily, her own hands running on Stannis's chest.
"I know a way to hurry him out", she whispers, leaning over so her nipples brush her husband's sweet lips. She yelps when his wet and warm tongue twirls around the hard nipples, drawing the shape of her areolas, and then rubbing the pointed nipple with the tip of his tongue. Aylis has given him a liking in sex he never thought he could have. He loves it as much as Robert does, but it's because he does it with Aylis. He thinks that, if he had any other wife, he would have not enjoyed it at all. His wife brutally moves the sheets away and grinds against his member, whimpering with pleasure as he kisses, licks and sucks her swollen breasts. His strong hands grab her butt and accompany the movements of her hips. Aylis smirks as she feels his shaft getting all hard and big against her slit. She suddenly sits up, escaping the strokes of his lips, and she guides his cock in her, moaning as it pierces her with pleasure. Stannis raises his hands to stroke her face but she grabs his wrists, pins his hands and arms above his head. She leans over him, kisses him, and starts moving roughly on him. "Husband", she whispers in his ear, licking and sucking his neck. "My dear…dear man…" she soughs, the sweetness of her voice contrasting violently with the hardness of her hips. She keeps holding Stannis's wrists and raises a bit, changing the angle of their bodies, and Stannis yelps as he feels he gets even deeper. Aylis moans, almost yells with pleasure. "Let me touch you", Stannis beseeches her, frustrated at the idea of having her skin so close from him and not being able to stroke her. Aylis smirks and leans over him, offering her breasts to him. "Touch me, then, husband", she says, speeding up the rhythm again, crying out as his mouth devours her breasts. They are so sensitive she needs only a few minutes of his ministration to be overwhelmed by a violent climax. Stannis feels her contracting so hard around him he almost comes too, but, instead, he manages to free himself and slips under her, her body shaking again with pleasure, and he gets on his knees behind her, spreads her ass cheeks and dives his face to make her come with his tongue. She cries again, half with ecstasy, half with pain because of how sensitive she is, but soon, her eyes roll over in pleasure, and her hand comes grab his hair. She moans his name, she moans "my Lord", as his tongue licks, his lips sucks, his fingers stroke her intimate parts. Stannis runs his hands to her breasts, and palms the nipples gently, stroking them, slightly pinching them. His soft tongue rubs her clitoris, faster and faster and she soon comes again, pulling on his hair violently. He moves away, groans with excitation, and places her hands on the headboard of the bed. Aylis notices black hair taken between her fingers and she smiles before yelling when he thrusts in her suddenly. He immediately clenches his hands on her shoulders, his fingers squeezing the delicate skin. She would have marks tomorrow mornings, but why should she care now? She can hear the belly slapping against her butt, how his sex is deep and rough in her, how he hits or rub a special point inside of her that gets her closer from a third climax each time his hips move. She hears his hoarse voice, his pants, his moans, calling her. She closes her eyes, letting her feelings escaping among loud moans, not willing to restrain her, even though she knows her sister and even her father could be hearing her now. Stannis is soon thrusting in her as fast as he can, her cries are endless, the slapping of their two bodies deafening. She feels how close she is, she feels her climax building up and she smiles huge. Stannis groans as he feels a spot in her swollening, her inner walls contracting against him, and he comes in her, spilling his semen in long and ecstatic jets. She grabs his wrists when she comes in turn, raising suddenly, her body jolting and trembling and Stannis wraps his arms around her, holding her close, trying to stop the burning and salty sweat from getting in his eyes. He closes them, resting his brow against her hair, panting hard. Aylis whimpers again, and slowly collapses on the bed, causing him to pull out of her. He notices his sperm flooding out of her, and he smiles a bit, before lying by her, turning his face to her beautiful one.
"That was not very careful", he notices, between two pants.
Aylis comes to him and snuggles up against him, stroking his chest and his belly.
"I don't care", she shrugs. "I love making love to you way too much to care about this. The baby is fine, don't worry", she kisses his lips and he strokes her sweaty skin.
He kisses back and orders:
"Sleep, now", before placing the sheet on her, as well as the blanket.
Aylis does not protest, and closes her eyes, falling asleep almost immediately.
Her waters break the following morning, as she is having a stroll in the garden. She is with Shireen, Cressen and Stannis, and they both help her joining the castle, leading her to her room, Shireen trying to catch up with them and crying, terrified by what is going on. Stannis picks her up and gives her to Hoster, before joining Aylis. The delivery is quick and it is almost lunch time when Cressen takes out a yelling baby, pink and big. Stannis proudly cuts the cord, and Cressen, his eyes filled with tears again, just like for Shireen, tells them they have a healthy boy. Aylis cries with emotion, and Cressen gives her the baby, immediately grabbing her nipple between his lips and drinking eagerly. Stannis and Cressen exchange a look and, for a moment, Aylis thinks they are going to hug each other, but they don't, and Stannis just shakes Cressen's hand, but the way he squeezes it, the look they exchange for a long moment, says it all. Thank you for caring for my wife. Thank you for making me so proud of you every day. This is what these simple gestures mean. As he washes and wipes his hands, Cressen turns to the young couple, Stannis sitting by his wife's side and staring at his newborn.
"How will you call this baby?" he asks.
Aylis grins huge:
"I want to call him Aistan", she turns to Stannis. "If you agree of course."
He smiles:
"I like this name a lot."
Aylis nods and strokes his cheek, then the baby's head. She feels Stannis look as she keeps feeding the newborn:
"What is it?..."
Cressen leaves and Stannis kisses her brow lengthily:
"I am so proud of you, Aylis. So proud..."
These words bring tears in her eyes and she turns to him with a trembling smile:
"I love you and I am proud to be your wife. And giving you a son is the biggest pride of my life."
He stares at her, strokes her hair and whispers in a kiss:
"And I love you too..."
A few hours later, when both baby and mother have rested, Shireen gets in the room shyly with Stannis. She stares at this strange pink thing fidgeting in her mother's arms. She walks to him and he wraps his fingers around her index. Shireen turns to Stannis and smiles, and Aylis closes her eyes, filled with happiness. She has the perfect family she has dreamt about for years.