They had been flying for a few hours now, he could feel Vhagar's anticipation at what was to come through their bond. The black dragon was raring to unleash some pent up anger from his impromptu imprisonment by the children of the forest. His father had given him orders to fly to the Shield islands to help with bolstering the defenders in case the Ironborn decide to return for a second assault. Many were stupefied when it was revealed that majority of the pirates had not gone on a rampage, preferring to burn the fleet stationed there and rather than reave as ingrained in their culture, they had made a quick get away from the overwhelmed defenders.
Thankfully, the few that could not control their urges to pillage had been captured and were being questioned or were being kept in a cell, waiting for questioning. Jaehaerys was feeling confident in putting down this pathetic rebellion and was hoping that Euron was mental as many claimed him to be, knowing that a madman would never cut his losses and fight till the very bitter end. That would give him the opportunity to truly unleash the dragon and mayhaps he would finally scratch the itch that had been nagging him for a proper fight since he had first held Dark sister.
However, deep down the dark prince knew this conflict with the Ironborn was merely the start of something bigger, especially if their theory that the Qartheen were for whatever reason backing Euron's war. Once they had put the squids back in their place, his father had confided in both him and Aegon that he was working on a plan to launch an offensive against Qarth. Jaehaerys wondered if his father had gone mad at thinking of such an idea given the sheer cost and lengthy time of travel such an endeavour would result in, there was no practicality behind his father's thoughts.
He had to shake such thoughts away, best to focus on the task at hand and worry about those Essosi slaving cunts once Euron was dead and his fleet burnt to ash. Aegon was to be with their father as they travelled on horse through the Crownlands to personally rally their bannermen. He sympathised with his brother, having to parade around like some prized peacock and stroke the ego of lesser men simply for the sake of propriety.
They were making great time having just flown past Bitterbridge, where the river Mander meets the Roseroad. Given its name due to the ancient stone bridge that crossed the river. The castle, if it could truly even be called a castle if he was being honest with himself, was made of stone and timber. The keep itself was small and had no substantial height, but the land was so flat and low, that it gave the illusion that the keep was taller. Jaehaerys had to rack his mind to remember which Lord ruled the keep and then had to snort to keep in his laughter at the fact that the current ruling Lord of the keep was one of the most pathetic men he had ever had the displeasure of meeting.
House Caswell ruled Bitterbridge, with the current Lord Caswell being none other than Lorent Caswell, or as he and Aegon named him, lousy Lorent. The Reacher lord was a spineless weakling, with a wispy appearance and if the rumours were true, a sneak who coveted what others had and would not hesitate to use his status over those he considers beneath him.
An incident when he was still the heir regarding the son of his castles armourer came to mind, where the boy was gifted a longsword by his father, finely crafted to celebrate his knighthood. However, lousy Lorent did not like the fact that someone beneath his station was gifted such a fine weapon whilst he could barely swing a wooden sword with any real intent, it was probably why no one but his own father took him on as a squire. Supposedly, Lorent confiscated the sword from the armourers son citing that a lowborn servant like him was only fit to hold a crude hammer rather than such finely forged steel. The insult was only made worse when Lorent brought a rusty hammer and presented it to the boy, if he remembered the tale correctly, the armourers son beat him with the same hammer before fleeing for the free cities lest he be executed for harming the heir of the man he swore to serve. Ser Rolly Duckfield was the boy's name and according to a note he had left behind for his father, he was going to join the Golden company as a means to support himself.
Jaehaerys believed the weedy little cunt had it coming and sympathised with the exiled knight for having to flee due to the arrogance and greed of his overlord. He scoffed at the fact this man held the title of 'Defender of the Fords' and was a reminder that any man could gain a knighthood as long as they had the coin or influence. The dark prince remembered the first time he had met the man during the tourney of Highgarden held by Lord Mace Tyrell and had to force himself to keep a cool demeanour when the fool openly lusted over his Dany, despite being married with two daughters of his own and the fact his Dany was only ten and four name days at the time.
Vhagar growled beneath him, Jaehaerys' annoyance at the man being felt by his mount and wanting to wash the keep in dragon flame as retribution. He had to soothe and convince Vhagar that it was not worth roasting one of our allies when we still had a multitude of enemies to kill. Despite their close bond, moments like this were a reminder for Jaehaerys that their control over the dragons was merely an illusion, rather the bond between man and dragon was deeper than just blood. Their bond was based on trust and cooperation, without the combination of both, the rider will learn the very harsh lesson that dragons are intelligent creatures with a will of their own that is nigh on impossible to curb.
"My Prince, is everything okay?" asked Arthur with a tone of worry.
"Everything's fine Arthur, Vhagar is just itching for a fight."
"Are you sure it is not you who is itching for a fight Jae, I know you've been waiting for an opportunity for proper battle."
"Aye I will not lie to you. I have been waiting for an opportunity like this from the day I was knighted and presented with dark sister."
"Ah the folly of youth, so eager to coat your sword with blood and hear your name in the songs."
"We both know there are plenty of songs about me and that I could not give a shit less about them. I am merely relishing the prospect of a challenge, I mean it does get boring beating your old ass in to the dirt over and over."
"I'm not old you cheeky little shit, as for beating my ass into the dirt…well, it seems someone needs to be humbled."
"When you find the man capable of such a thing let me know" he laughed out.
"When we get to the Oakenshield, we are sparring first thing and this time I am not holding back."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night old man."
They continued to banter as they made good time on their way to the seat of House Hewett, where they would stop first before making their way to the other Shield islands. House Hewett of Lord Hewett's castle, one of four houses presiding over the Shield islands to act as the first line of defence against raiders who wished to sail up the Mander and pillage the wealthy and fertile kingdom of the Reach.
Their sigil was an ugly one, an oaken escutcheon studded with ten and three pieces of iron, surrounded by a field bendy of undulating blue and white. Lord Humfrey Hewett had no sons, with his only son being stillborn but had seven daughters of varying age. Jaehaerys wondered if the man would keep trying to conceive a child on his wife until he was given a son that could continue his family name, as like most Westerosi men he preferred a male heir over one with a set of tits and no cock.
A few hours later
The sky had darkened a touch, but not considerably enough to blind them as they finally made it to Oakenshield, the easternmost of the four isles and leading into the mouth of the river Mander. He directed Vhagar to let out a roar to alert the defenders of their arrival and to prepare to greet them, preferably without shitting their pants at the sight of Vhagar. As they slowly descended, Lord Hewett's town became easier to take in, there was a stone quay and a pier-lined harbour with Oakenshield castle sitting above the harbour.
Vhagar landed with a shudder against the ground and he could see the escort sent for them with either fear or relief on their faces. He had to hide his smirk and adopt a look of neutrality as he dismounted with Arthur following right behind him. The captain of the guards or who he assumed was the captain given that he took a few steps forward to speak to him was rooted to the spot when Vhagar growled at him in warning for getting too close.
"Apologies ser, Vhagar is not fond of strangers getting too close to his personal space."
"T-th there is no-nothing to apolo-apologise for Y-your G-grace" stammered out the armoured knight.
"Mayhaps we should move a bit further away from Vhagar ser."
The man gratefully nodded his head as they walked a few paces closer to the rest of the escort and increase the distance between them and Vhagar. He could see the man was still feeling uneasy, yet was much more comfortable now that he did not have a winged beast, larger than most keeps growling at him.
"What is your name Ser?"
"Ser Glendon Hewett, captain of the household guard Your Grace."
"Your relation to Lord Humfrey Hewett?"
"He is my cousin, twice removed Your Grace."
"Twice removed.. how so?"
"Our grandfathers were first cousins Your Grace."
"Hmm an interesting family tree to say the least."
"Yes Your Grace."
"I assume Lord Hewett awaits us at the castle…"
"Yes My Prince, Lord Hewett has sent us to escort you back to the keep where he eagerly awaits your arrival."
"Well, we better not keep him waiting any longer. Time is of the essence."
"Yes My Prince, we have horses for both you and Ser Arthur."
"Thank you Ser, let us mount them and be off."
"My Prince…"
"What is it ser?"
"Y-your dragon My Prince?"
"what about him?"
"w-where will it stay?"
"He will stay wherever he wishes, just ensure no one bothers him and he will not bother anyone."
The knight gulped at his iron tone and nodded his head fervently out of fear. there was all in all an escort consisting of thirty mounted knights who formed a protective barrier around both him and Arthur who rode besides him, his sworn shield scanning for any immediate threats. The people of Oakenshield formed a crowd as they rode to the castle, with many cheering that the dragons had come to their aid and would put down the squids for good.
A few minutes later they arrived at the castle with the main gate open in anticipation of their arrival. They rode through the gates to find Lord Hewett, his family and essentially the entire household in the courtyard waiting for him. Their escort diverged as soon as they made it to the awaiting people and the moment Jaehaerys leapt off his horse, they all kneeled in unison whether they were man, woman or child.
"Oakenshield is yours, Your Grace" said Lord Hewett.
"You may rise… thank you Lord Hewett."
Lord Hewett was an aging man, with more grey hairs on his head than his usual chestnut brown and a few tired lines marking his face. However, the man was firm in posture with broad shoulders and looked to be physically fit, unlike many Reacher lords who grow fat as they age with the abundance of food and lack of will to stay in good shape. The Lord of Oakenshield introduced him to his wife, who was quite the good looking woman and her age only made her look more refined, yet she was quite clearly a lot younger than her husband. Jaehaerys was then introduced to each of his daughters, seven of them to be precise and ranging from the age of ten to their mid-twenties.
Once all the pleasantries were over and done with, Lord Hewett wished for him to be shown to his room so that he could freshen up before attending the feast that was arranged in his honour. Jaehaerys wished to speak to some of the prisoners first and commanded Lord Hewett to take him to see the prisoners they had rounded up. There was a troubled look in his brown eyes, but the man nodded his head and escorted him to the captured prisoners.
The further they walked to the gaols beneath the keep, an eerie feeling washed over Jaehaerys. For some reason every part of him was screaming to be on guard and a small pit formed in his stomach the deeper they walked. A sort of malevolent feel was in the air as the guards stationed outside allowed them entry and Jaehaerys allowed his eyes to sweep over the men on duty. Despite the only light available was from the flickering of the their torches, he could quite clearly see the look of horror in their eyes.
Jaehaerys had to ponder internally as to what was horror inducing about these prisoners that Lord Hewett and his guards all look troubled. These men were not like many of the knights of the reach, who only spoke of their skill and chivalry on the battlefield but in truth were green boys who had yet to truly swing a blade or wield a lance outside of a tourney setting. The men of the Shield islands were battle hardened from the years of constant battle, defending the entrance to the Mander against all manner of pirates and smugglers.
"My Prince…" stammered out Lord Hewett.
"Only me and Ser Arthur will proceed from here. You may remain out here with the guards Lord Hewett" Jaehaerys replied.
"Of course My Prince, if you would not take offence to what I say next, but I must caution you and Ser Arthur both to brace yourselves."
Jaehaerys nodded in acceptance and motioned to one of the guards, a man riddled with pox scars to hand him the torch he clutched and for another to hand one over to Arthur. The Dornish kings guard had unsheathed Dawn from its scabbard and nodded at his charge to signal that he was ready to enter the cells and would be on guard for anything.
The moment Jaehaerys stepped through the entrance into the cells, he felt a chill pass through him but ignored it in favour of making his way to the first cell. He lifted the torch to get a better look at the men imprisoned there and saw that in the first cell there was eight of them cramped together in the small space. A foul smell hit his nose, strangely reminding him of the days of his childhood when the capital was encased in the smell of shit, decaying corpses and sewage. He crinkled his nose in disgust, wondering how such few men could give off such a horrid odour.
All eight of them looked up together at him without making a sound and despite the barely visible light he could clearly see the lack of life in their eyes. Each man had the appearance of a corpse reanimated back to life, their lips blue and their hair unkempt with dirt. Jaehaerys was taken aback at such a sight, the prisoners continued to stare at him with those lifeless eyes, not even blinking a single time.
The whole flight on the way to the Shield islands, Jaehaerys had been preparing his strategy on interrogating the prisoners, but being face to face with them for the first time he was at a loss on what to say. He now knew why everyone around the keep was looking nervous when it came to those that had been captured, if he was a lesser man he too would have felt the same as them.
"Do you know who I am?" Jaehaerys softly asked them but there was no answer.
"Why has Euron decided to wage war now, what does he want?" yet again there was no answer.
"Can you fools even speak?" the dark prince asked once more as he felt his temper begin to rise at their blatant refusal to even utter a word.
Jaehaerys was tempted to have them removed from their cell and put before Vhagar to see if there resolve to remain silent would hold up with the threat of being washed in dragon fire. He looked over them once more to see if there was anything he could use to exploit, whether it be a twitch or even something less significant. However, they continue to stare at him lifelessly and he could feel Arthurs unease increase from behind with the peculiarity of the situation.
"Let us leave Arthur, mayhaps they will feel more obliged to speak on the morrow after another night in this shithole."
Arthur replied with a simple nod of the head as they both turned and made ready to leave. However, the moment Jaehaerys took his first step away from the cells, he heard shuffling from behind and turned around in a flash to see one of the prisoners stood facing him by the iron bars keeping him at bay. Jaehaerys stared at the man, hoping he would say anything lest he lose control and put them all to the sword in a fit of rage. It was almost as if he could see the frustration building in Jaehaerys as he smirked at him, finally shedding that emotionless façade and he swore he could see some life return to the man's eyes.
"Are you going to speak or will you just stand there like a cunt."
"Beware the Crows eye son of ice and fire, they are coming for you and everything you hold dear."
The foul smelling man spoke in a distant tone and then as one, they all began to laugh with hysteria along with the prisoners kept in the other cells. Both prince and kings guard took a step back at the sheer madness they were witnessing, the laughs were echoing of the walls and a few of Lord Hewett's guards came rushing in to check on them.
The guards tried to get them to quiet down to no avail as their laughter only continued to get louder and more hysterical with each passing second. The man who had chosen to speak to Jaehaerys was the only one to stop laughing as he stared the dark prince down with that smirk never leaving. For a split second, he could have sworn he saw the man's eyes turn a pale milky colour and the malevolent feeling returned tenfold in that moment.
He was shook out of his stupor by Arthur, the kings guard was desperate for his charge to be out of the cells and any potential harm. Jaehaerys led the way as they exited the gaols and he ordered Lord Hewett that the prisoners were not to be given any sort of sustenance, not even a bowl of brown which was infamous for being the food the peasants would eat on a regular basis.
The hour of the wolf
It was late in the night and Jaehaerys could not sleep despite the taxing events of the day from the long flight to make it to their destination coupled with the night of feasting, drinking and dancing non-stop. Lord Hewett's daughters were all giving him longing looks and he indulged them all with several dances each and it was safe to say that they would remember the night they got dance with Jaehaerys Targaryen for the rest of their life just by their expressions alone.
However, he was distracted most of the night and did not bother flirting with any of the comely daughters of Lord Hewett to see which was worthy of warming his bed. His mind kept replaying the mad man's words to him over and over, the Crows eye obviously referred to Euron but it was the rest of what he said which was giving him pause. The cunt had referred to him as the son of ice and fire, the title only used by Thistle, who was a magical creature and his father who was obsessed with prophecies. Jaehaerys wondered for the first time in a long time, that mayhaps his father had been onto something with those riddles that enraptured him and shaped many of the decisions he made earlier in life.
What truly made him wonder was the fact he had said 'They are coming', rather than the use of the singular of he to refer to Euron. Mayhaps they were right that the Qartheen were backing Euron for whatever reason in waging war upon Westeros. For some reason Jaehaerys could not let go of the thought that there was more than meets the eye with this upcoming war. He did not how or why, but the conflict to come is not going to be easy to quell as most people were thinking with the combination of dragons and a united realm.
The eeriness of being in the vicinity of those prisoners had not left him and did not allow him to sleep, which is how he found himself walking in the secluded gardens of the keep at such an unsociable hour. He needed to find a way to clear his mind and since he had no woman to help him do so, mayhaps a walk in the crisp air would help. There were lanterns hung everywhere to provide light and he took in a deep breath of the fresh air. The smell of nature was a welcome respite after what his nose has had to suffer in the gaols, they may not be given food but mayhaps allowing them to bathe would be amenable so we won't have to suffer that odour once more.
Jaehaerys continued to walk through the gardens with no particular destination in mind when he came upon a woman with the largest teats he had ever seen just ahead of him. He could not make out who it was with the limited visibility, but from the tattered attire she had one, he assumed it was some servant within the household. Jaehaerys did not wish to bother the wench, but with some decent company, which many of the smallfolk were in comparison to the nobility, he hoped he could push his thoughts to one side and find some sleep before the sun rises.
"Nice night for a stroll my lady" he said, spooking her from behind as she jumped in fright.
"M-my P-prince" she gasped out before curtsying.
"There's no need to be frightened my lady and you need not with the propriety."
Now that the woman was facing him, he recognised her from the feast. She was one of the serving girls that the Lady Hewett and her daughters kept glaring at the whole night, reprimanding her for non-existent errors and taking great pleasure in humiliating the young lass. The way they treated her was honestly awful and he was close to telling them to shut their mouths and leave the poor girl alone, but Lord Hewett beat him to it, sending the girl away, most likely to the kitchens he assumed.
"May I know what is your name my lady?"
"Fa-falia Your Grace, Falia Flowers."
"A bastard hmm, may I ask who is your father?"
"Lord Hewett is my father Your Grace."
That stunned him into silence, she was the bastard daughter of the Lord of Oakenshield. No wonder his wife and trueborn daughters were treating her like utter shit during the feast. She was the living embodiment of Lord Hewett's unfaithfulness, but to degrade her in such a way was unacceptable. However, Jaehaerys knew this was normal for most nobles and many would not even claim their bastards out of shame. Every day he wished that these backwards minded people would broaden their thinking like the Dornish, who were so much more progressive in the treatment of bastards. It is not as though the child asked to be born, yet they had to suffer for the sins of the parents, but hopefully with the dismantling of the faith, the stigma of bastards would lessen.
Jaehaerys did not realise that he had zoned out and from her view it looked as though he was staring at her unashamedly making her blush at the attention of a prince or out of embarrassment. The dark prince did take in her appearance other than her ginormous breasts, now that he could clearly see the woman. She was young, mayhaps of a similar age to him and was slightly on the tall side for a woman, similar in height to his Rhaenys. Falia was a pretty girl, pale skin that was smooth and unblemished with pouty lips that looked like they were created to suck dick.
"What are you doing out here so late Falia?"
"I could not sleep Your Grace, so I decided to take a walk in the gardens."
"It seems we have both been afflicted with the same problem. Care to tell me why you can't sleep?"
"It would not be right Your Grace."
"What would not be right?"
"For me to burden you with my own problems Your Grace" she replied meekly.
"Who says they would burden me and you do not have to call me Your Grace every time, there is no one else here so damn propriety."
"it would be improper My Prince, I am a bastard and you, well a prince."
"Does it look like I care that you are a bastard Falia, I am not like your sisters and stepmother, I could not care less which side of the sheets you were born."
"But still My Prince…"
"And you can call me Jaehaerys or Jae even if you feel a bit daring. Come, let us walk."
It seems the young bastard was not used to nobles being so openly accepting of her birth and it amused him to no end. He offered her his arm, which she hesitantly took and they proceeded to walk and talk as he asked her once more why she could not sleep.
"My stepmother has run out of patience with my existence and has ordered that once the conflict with the Ironborn has been dealt with, I am to leave or she will have sent to the silent sisters to repent for the sin of being born."
"She sounds like a right bitch" he replied making her look at him in shock before she laughed, it was a pretty laugh.
"What about your father, does he know what she has demanded of you?"
"Yes."
"And he has agreed with what she plans?" he asked to which she nodded.
"My father has always felt guilty of my existence, so he allows her to treat me however she wishes to lessen his own guilt."
"No offense but your father is a spineless cunt in that case. Why did he decide to raise you in his keep if he feels so guilty?"
"My mother died when I was born" she replied in a sad tone.
"I-I'm sorry for your loss Falia."
"Thank you My Pri-Jae."
"So what will you do?"
"I will have to leave for I have no desire to be in a sept suffering for my father's mistake."
"Do you know where you will go?"
"Not really, I am hoping I will be able to find some travelling group to stay safe for a while."
"How about you come back to Summerhall with me, I'm sure the castle needs a few more serving maids."
She looked stunned by the offer and was stammering out what he assumed was her answer but it was too incoherent to understand. She looked as though she was about to cry and that was the last thing he wanted right now, a crying wench alone with him at this hour would not look good. She launched herself at him, wrapping him in a tight hug as her breasts were pushed against his him. Despite trying not to be, he was deeply aroused having such large teats pressed against him.
"Thank you so much My Prince, but why?"
"why what?" he asked acting oblivious.
"Why would you help me?"
"Because no one deserves to be treated in such a way just for being born and well honestly I cant wait to see the look on your stepmothers face when she finds out."
Falia laughed at his reply, no doubt imagining the look on the woman's face when she finds out that she will be living in the most beautiful keep in all of Westeros, even more grand than Highgarden. The best part was there was nothing the woman could do since she could not order a Targaryen prince around, especially a dragon riding prince.
"You are most kind My Prince, is there anything I can do to thank you for such an honour" she asked quite earnestly.
"All I ask is that you allow me to tell your stepmother that you will be returning to Summerhall with me and that you call me Jae when we are in private."
"Oh and will we be in private more often" she replied seductively, subtly pushing her tits together.
"We will now" he growled in reply.
Jaehaerys pulled her into a kiss, wasting no time in ravishing her mouth with his tongue. He quickly overwhelmed her with such ease letting him know that she was quite inexperienced if not still an actual maid. His hands made their way to her arse, which was not quite blessed as her breasts but were still plentiful and began to knead them like dough. The sensation made her moan into his mouth and he began to suck on her lips until they had to part to get some air.
He placed his forehead on hers and looked into her lust filled eyes as her arms snaked around his neck. Jaehaerys lifted her dress and was not surprised to see she was dripping wet for him so quickly, slowly he began to play with her pussy as they maintained eye contact until he inserted two fingers into her tight core. She instantly closed her eyes and her lips parted to release a whorish moan, slowly he pumped her as his fingers were entirely in her core.
"Do you like that hmm… you're so wet for me."
"Ohhh yess My Prince, your fingers feel so good."
"Then imagine how my cock will feel" he replied before pulling her into another kiss.
The bastard girl was whimpering as he sped up the pace at which his fingers were being pumped in and out of her. Soon enough she came with a high pitched moan as her body shuddered and cum poured out her cunt. He lapped up whatever he could with his finger as the rest fell to the floor and made her watch as he licked her cum off them. He could see the desire for him in her eyes multiply tenfold as she watched him happily down her cum.
"Hmm delicious, you taste like peach."
She blushed heavily at the compliment and then dropped to her knees and unbuckled his breeches, eager to service the prince after the two great gifts he had offered her. A place to live and the first orgasm she had ever experienced in her short life, now she would suck her first ever cock. The dark prince's cock sprang free and she could not help but stare in shock at the sheer size of it, she was dreading at the thought of that in her mouth and was worried she would struggle with just the tip.
"Do not worry, I can see this is your first time, you can take it at your own pace."
Slowly, she took the massive cock in both her hands and licked the tip with some apprehension. However, she soon got comfortable and began to pepper his shaft with lots of kisses up and down as she was desperate to please the prince. Without thinking, she inhaled a few inches of his cock and felt her mouth stretch due to the girth of his cock. She tried to remember how a few of the other girls would suck the cock of the guards and began to bob her head up and down, growing more comfortable with the size.
"Have you ever sucked cock before?" to which Falia shook her head.
"First stime and you're doing much better than most."
The compliment spurred her on as she bobbed her head back and forth, instinctively using her tongue to lick the underside of his cock as she moved from tip to the base. Jaehaerys let out a guttural moan at the sensation as his hands instinctively went to her head as he grabbed her hair and pulling it into a fist so it doesn't get into the way.
"That's it love, you're doing a good job."
She beamed at the praise the prince was giving her and continued taking as much of his cock as possible until he was hitting the back of her throat. Jaehaerys tightened his grip further and took over, his lust overcoming his senses as he decided that he was no longer going to remain patient. He began to fuck her face, his hips moving back and forth along with her face and to his surprise she was able to keep up without her gag reflex kicking in.
As well as she was doing for her first time, he knew she was not going to be able to make him cum from just oral sex alone so he allowed her some reprieve and pulled his cock from her salivating mouth with a pop. A line of her spit was connecting from his cock to her lips and it just made him even more turned on. He pulled her to her feet and brought her into another kiss as he used his right hand to slip inside her tattered dress and feel those gigantic melons.
"Oh yes My Prince" she moaned out when he began to roll her nipple in between his fingers.
"Your tits are so fuckin big."
"They are all yours My Prince."
Jaehaerys ripped her dress in half to gain better access, making her yelp in surprise at what he did. She was worried because despite the poor condition of the dress, it was one of five that she owned and it was the dress that was in the best condition. However, Jaehaerys promised her that come daylight he would buy her as many dresses as she would like.
Once, he had promised her new dresses, he proceeded to assault her breasts, kissing the fleshy delights and suckling at both nipples like a new born desperate for milk. The air was filled with the sounds of his heavy breathing and her moans as he ensured every bit of her teats were shown love.
"Get on your knees love, I need to be inside you" he breathed out.
She nodded and proceeded to her knees, ready to give the prince her maidenhead which she had managed to protect all these years and she was glad she had turned down all of the offers of gold from despicable men for the chance to pop her cherry. There was many times where she was tempted to give in and take the highest offer so she could leave Oakenshield, but never in her wildest dreams did she ever think the famous Dragonwolf would take her maidenhead or even take an interest in her.
Jaehaerys got behind her and lined up his cock with her dripping pussy, delightful that he would take the young woman's maidenhead. He teased her, slowly rubbing the tip of his against her outer folds making her lewdly moan and took the opportunity to caress her arse cheeks and then saw her rosebud and he knew that if not here in her fathers keep, then at Summerhall he would be claiming that hole too.
"Would you like me to take it slow first or do you want me to be quick as I break through your maidenhead?"
"Make it fast My Prince, I can handle the pain."
He had to commend her for her courage and did as she wanted, swiftly sheathing himself inside her all the way to the hilt. She jerked up at the sudden invasion of her nether regions and let out a cry of pain, which Jaehaerys quickly muffled so no one was alerted and came to check for the commotion. He remained sheathed inside her so she could recover from the pain and grow used to his size, whilst he allowed himself to acclimate to just how tight she was.
A few minutes later she told him she was ready to continue and he slowly bucked his hips back and forth, allowing her pain to turn to pleasure. Her sobs quietened as she began to breathe heavily and moaned at the pure pleasure that she was feeling. She had never felt such pure and unadulterated joy before, she was truly grateful that the Ironborn were foolish to rebel once more as it allowed her to meet the prince.
"You can go faster My Prince. Please fuck me like I'm your whore."
Jaehaerys grabbed her hips for better stability and increased the power behind his thrusts, she hissed at how big he felt inside her, it was a miracle her pussy had not been torn. The dark prince quickly found his rhythm, moaning in delight at how wet and tight she was and reached forward to grope those magnificent tits.
"You are so fucking tight, we are going to have so much fun at Summerhall love."
"Yes My Prince, fuck me. I am all yours from this day to my last" she screamed out in ecstasy.
He felt her walls tighten, clenching around his cock as he grunted at the fact she had gotten even tighter. She was going to cum soon, if the walls of her cunt tightening weren't a sign then the fact he felt her losing her strength slowly was a massive sign she was going to cum and lose control of her bodily functions.
Jaehaerys wanted to cum along with her, so he smacked her arse to keep her alert and began to thrust into her tight cunt without any finesse as his heavy balls would clap against her every time she would be pounded. Her moans turned into short yells of delight as he fucked her like the whore she was and Jaehaerys used his free hand to grab her hair into a fist once more and pulled her head towards him so her back was fully arched.
"Sooo fucking big" she cried out.
Her walls further clamped around his cock and then with a muffled scream she came once more and this orgasm was even stronger than her first as she bucked wildly against him. He did not let go of her as he began to spank her with each thrust, determined to finish inside her soon so he could take her back to his chambers for a second round. Her cum only helped to lubricate him further and allow him to pound her even harder. A few thrusts later, he was granted his wish as his balls tightened and then with a shout he exploded inside her as rope after rope of cum coated her inner walls.
She mewled in delight as her prince blessed her with his seed. Her head was still pulled back and he captured her lips into another kiss as both lovers were out of breath. He fondled her tits using his left hand knowing that he would never tire of them and that he was going to fuck them as well as her rosebud.
"Let us go back to my chambers, I wish to fuck you again."
"What about if people see us My Prince?" she asked with worry.
"So what? Let them see us for they can do nothing. Besides I wish for your stepmother and sisters to know I chose you over them."
His words made her smile and she was giddy at the turn of fate she was given, from potentially being homeless or a prisoner with the cult of the seven to the lover of the dark prince. Jaehaerys got up and put on his breeches, before pulling her into his arms so her tits were pressed against his chest and pecked her lips. His cock was already twitching, eager to explore another hole of hers and he had to control himself from taking her out in the open once more, desiring to have his way with her in his chambers.
Fucking her on a feather bed was going to be even more enjoyable and he was drooling at the thought of the many different positions he could fuck her in with better suited surroundings. Jaehaerys also decided that this time he was not going to muffle her screams as he wants everyone to know that he had claimed Falia as his slut.
"I am going to enjoy fucking you my little wildflower."
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