Chapter 2

Camilla woke up in her bed, to the familiar sound of Shireen reading out aloud. Gods that little girl was far more intelligent and developed than most adults. "Millie, finally, trust you be to the only one that has an all...alla...allgaic reaction to the fish" Shireen said.

"Allergic Shireen, and oh gods really, I had the strangest dream little one." she said with grumpiness.

"That's what I said allagic, you know me and you have the stammer when we get excited or mad." Retorted the clever girl.

"Oh so you're excited that I had the reaction?" said Camilla with feigned sadness.

"No I'm happy with the news, you're getting married in one week, oh please convince the Queen to let me come, I promise I'll be good" said the little girl. Camilla's heart went out to her and hated Cersei for such horridness, why couldn't her little sister come to her wedding. Camilla only then realised, wedding, one week. Camilla groaned loudly realising it had not been a dream.

"Now that's no way to think of your wedding" The voice, Prince Oberyn, her future husband. Camilla noticed that he was sat in the corner of the room on the grand chair, arms folded staring at her intently, with that ever present smirk on his face.

"Yo...yo...you how did you get in here?" Camilla was angry at herself, sure now the stammer decides to play up.

Oberyn squinted his eyes, while the smirk blew in to a full grin "Oh no, my little kitten is angry and that stammer is quite adorable."

Camilla knew he was mocking her but was distracted by Shireen giggling. "I let him in, we're friends you know, and besides he's the best proposal you have had." Shireen walked up to Oberyn and hugged him, what shocked Camilla more was how he kissed her on her cheek and lifted her in the air. Shireen giggled and screamed to go higher. Camilla's smile betrayed her, soon she found herself laughing. Oberyn catched her stare and winked, Camilla abruptly took a stern expression; this caused Oberyn to smile even widely.

"Okay my little genius you need to go and call for the Maester to attend to your sister, we want to make sure she's fully recovered don't we. " Oberyn said to a spell binded Shireen.

"Okay friend." Shireen said happily skipping out of the room. Camilla felt genuine joy that Shireen had made a friend, apart from her, Ser Davos and her Stark cousins no one cared to speak to her properly. The joy however was short lived as she realised she was in such close proximity with Oberyn and more importantly alone.

Camilla looked down and realised she had her only her night gown on, she quickly pulled the bed covers further up. The action, of course did not go unnoticed. Oberyn chuckled softly "Kitten, you are sorely mistaken if you think some bed covers will keep me away from you."

On queue Camilla blushed but retorted "Yes and...you are sorely mistaken if you think I'm going to let you do anything to me".

Camilla slowly pushed her hand under her right side pillow, searching for her dagger. "Ahh searching for the Valyrian steel dagger, yes I captured this from you when Shireen stepped out earlier, that was not the only thing I captured… relax it was just a kiss, I couldn't help myself."

Camilla felt sheer anger and grabbed the nearest thing she could find to throw at him. Her aim was perfect due to years of archery and she hit Oberyn right on the head with the vase. Camilla felt elated by her right aim, sadly that was short lived as well. Oberyn strided towards her bed, climbed atop and straddled her. Camilla tried to push him away but he grabbed her arm and pinned them above her head. Oberyn was so close to her that she could feel his body heat, he aligned his face to her, smirking he said "Now kitten that was not very nice thing to do your husband."

Camilla stared at him directly "Not my husband yet." Oberyn's eyes became clouded as he stared at her lips. Camilla tried to kick him off but he pinned his much larger legs atop of hers. "Oh please keep moving your legs; you don't know how good that feels" Oberyn said roughly. Camilla could not believe how much this aroused her; she could feel the warmth between her legs. As much as her mind chastised her, she could not stop moving her legs. Instead she purposefully started rubbing against Oberyn's already hard penis.

"I want to touch it" Camilla said quietly. Oberyn was clearly shocked as his eyes almost bugged out of his head. He quickly composed himself "Oh kitten I was wrong about you". As Oberyn unpinned her hands and started to disrobe, Camilla grabbed him by the waist and pushed him of the bed. With a thud Oberyn fell to the ground, Camilla was prepared for his retaliation.

What she got instead was Oberyn lying on the floor rolling with laughter "You Camilla, are going to be my future wife."

Camilla realised that there was no winning with Oberyn, she sighed and lay back in the bed. Oberyn pulled himself back on to the bed and lay next to her.

Staring in those deep brown eyes, she sighed "Oberyn, the Maester will be here any minute, unless you want your future wife's name tarnished, I suggest you leave this instant."

Oberyn moved on to his side staring at her "You really are beautiful, and don't worry we will not be disturbed, the Maester is somewhere in Little Finger's whore houses and Shireen is being entertained with stories of dragons by my head guard" he said stroking her face.

Camilla found herself melting at his touch, she stammered "W...well my father, the King, your brother, they could walk in."

"No as soon as you were given the clear by the Maester, the King ordered your father to go hunting, my brother decided to join them. Oh and the guards or anyone else will not be disturbing us, I took care of it," Oberyn explained smugly.

"No my father would not just leave me," Camilla retorted firmly.

"Actually my kitten you awoke last night, and spoke to your father, but you were still feeling dizzy so the Maester gave you some medicine, apparently a side effect can be short term memory loss." Camilla huffed "Yes well it can't be that strong I remember everything else."

"Ahh do you remember me," Oberyn said quietly. "Yes, I do." Sophie whispered. Oberyn grabbed her hand and placed it on his penis "Do you remember this ?" he said with hooded eyes.

Camilla looked at her hand on his penis and felt her self getting wet. She wrapped her fingers around the covered penis and was shocked how hard it was. She then did something, she never expected to do. She rose from her bed and straddled him, in her night gown. The light material did nothing to stop her body feeling him. Oberyn also rose and tightened his grip around Camilla's waist. He slipped the gown of her shoulders and pooled it around her waist.

"I do not give permission for you to take me," Camilla said with a shaking voice.

"Okay, I won't take you now but I am going to taste you" Oberyn said firmly. Camilla decided not to answer, letting her actions give him his answer. Camilla started slowly rubbing herself against Oberyn's covered penis. Oberyn gave a gutteral groan and tightened his grip on her waist. His face crashed in to her exposed breast, she let out a gasp when she saw that he had taken her left nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled around it, causing her movements to become more frantic. Oberyn, like her was also moaning, he used his fingers to pinch and stroke her right nipple. Camilla threw her head back from sheer pleasure. She bit her lip to stop her moaning too loudly. Oberyn let a small chuckle; she decided to get him back by gently bobbing up and down his penis. Camilla felt a small sense of pride when Oberyn's guttural moans returned. Her pace became more frantic and she could see Oberyn was on the brink of losing control, she rubbed one last time before Oberyn grabbed hold of her and flipped her on her back so he was on top. He held on to her waist and rubbed his fully covered penis frantically against her thigh. She knew he had lost control when he let a loud groan in the crux of her neck, whispering her name. They lay like that for a while, after a few minutes, she tried to move away, but Oberyn held firmly on to her.

"Now, now kitten I said I was going to taste you" Oberyn whispered. Camilla stared at him confusingly. "Now I have already tasted the inside of your mouth, which might I add had you moaning and clutching my neck, I may recall that story to you some day. But for now there is another place I want to taste, now kitten you better stay still." Camilla's knew exactly what he meant, she of course had never even touched a man in a romantic way prior to this, but had heard from the maid's about being kissed down there. She knew she should protest and yell for help, but she also knew that she wanted this, really wanted this. Oberyn let go and moved slowly to down her body, slowly peeling off her night gown as he went along. He placed wet kisses on her neck, the skin between her breasts, her stomach.

"Wait! I won't stop you, I want you to taste me, but you have to promise me your eyes will be closed. I don't want you to see my down there yet". Oberyn looked at her, clearly confused by her request.

"Okay, you have my word, for now. On our wedding night I won't promise such a thing." Camilla looked in to his eyes, she couldn't determine why but she knew he would keep the promise. Oberyn closed his eyes and returned to kissing her stomach, he slowly moved over to her pussy, at first inhaling the scent.

"Mmm you smell delicious" he then placed his right index finger above the opening of her pussy and was about to insert it.

"No, no fingers just, just…" Camilla was hesitant to finish the sentence.

"Just my tongue" Oberyn smirked. Damn him, Camilla thought, even with eyes closed he was arrogant and in control. "Okay kitten just my tongue." Oberyn tongue slowly trailed around the entrance, he then used his fingers to pry the lips apart. He placed his nose between her lips and inhaled "Kitten, your smell, it's enchanting." Camilla could not respond she was halfway between shame and sheer ecstasy.

"Ahh my little kitten is quiet let me see if I can make her purr" Oberyn teased. He placed his tongue in between her lips and slowly swirled it around the sensitive area. Camilla almost bucked off the bed and let out a quiet moan. Oberyn let out a small chuckle "Right my future wife, I am going to show you how good I can make you feel". Oberyn lips and tongue thrashed on to her pussy and started to frantically lick and suck her. Her juices were flowing like rivers and in that moment she could feel every single area of her skin. Camilla lifted her hips and used her hands to push Oberyn's head further between her legs. Suddenly Oberyn focussed on one little area of her pussy, an area no larger than pea. He frantically swirled his tongue around that area. Something built up in Camilla, something she had never experienced before; she felt like in that very moment she was going to explode in to a thousand little pieces, her body was on fire. She let out a loud gasp and felt her body rolling in spasms that seemed to last forever. She finally felt her body go limp and just lay there whilst Oberyn licked her pussy clean of all the juices. All she could hear were the lappings of his tongue drinking her juices like a man that had been refused water for days. Oberyn finally seemed to slowly make his way up her body leaving a trail of soft kisses. He finally made her way to her face and looked in to her eyes.

"Kitten I think you should get to taste your magnificent juices." With that Oberyn crashed his lips with hers, using his tongue to pry her mouth open. Camilla without hesitation followed his lead, his lips flooded her mind with the memory of her first kiss. Yes it had been earlier today, Oberyn was so close to her. She had placed her hands on his neck and crushed her lips on to his. Their teeth had clashed, and she had fell back in to her sleep murmering "my exotic man". The last thing she remembered was the sound of Oberyn's chuckle in her ears. This kiss was nothing like that, as inexperienced as Camilla was she knew very well that Oberyn knew what he was doing. Furthermore she could taste herself on his tongue and lips.

That thought was making her wet all over again. Before deepening the kiss further she realised what the hell she was doing, she placed her hands on Oberyn's chest and pushed him away. "Oberyn, gods no, what have I done, I have done too much, oh gods what if my family finds out, oh gods I have brought shame on my family, you have to leave, now, you have to leave." Camilla quickly adjusted her night gown, her eyes were tearing up and she started hitting Oberyn on his chest when his body refused to move.

He grabbed both her wrists "Camilla shh, do not be ashamed, shh, it is what we have done, and besides I am your future husband, there is no shame" Oberyn said in that trancing voice.

"Yes you are also a man I met less than 12 hours ago, there is no difference between me and the Baelish's whores."

Oberyn chuckled "Well you must be the first whore that is a virgin, tell me kitten before this had you ever even experienced an orgasm."

Ahh so that's what that was called Camilla thought, sure she had felt her juices flow before and yes she had used her fingers to rub herself, but never to the extent that she had exploded with a, what was the word, oh an orgasm.

"I'm going to take your silence and blush as a no, oh kitten I am going to have fun with you" sighed Oberyn. "No you're not, you need to go now!" Camilla said firmly as she pushed him of the bed. Oberyn took one last look at her, kissed her deeply on her lips, then breasts and then her lips again, only then did he lift himself off the bed and adjusted his robe. Camilla just lay there in the bed watching him.

"Careful kitten you keep looking at me like that I will have to mount you and I promise this time my eyes won't be closed" he said with a dark look in his eyes. Camilla grabbed the bed sheets and covered her body. Oberyn watched her as he returned to his seat and picked up the book that Shireen had been reading, something about Dragons and started calmly reading as if nothing had happened.

Oh gods, Shireen, Camilla had entirely forgotten about her. "Oberyn, Shireen, where is she?" she asked frantically.

Oberyn placed the book in his lap "Kitten as I said, she is with my head guard, wait" Oberyn walked towards the door and closed it gently behind him. After 5 minutes Camilla was beginning to think Oberyn was not going to return. She raised from the bed and grabbed her dark blue, beaded dress from her wardrobe. Camilla only then realised that Oberyn must have sent all the maids somewhere as well. Gods that man, she internally chastised herself for relinquishing control so easily to him. She had been so foolish, how could she forget she was in Kings Landing. It was very likely that someone could find out or worse already knew, which filled Camilla's heart with dread.