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Red Keep ― Maegor's Holdfast…
The chiming of the bells resounded through the capital city, announcing the forthcoming nuptials of Prince Jaehaerys and Lady Baela Targaryen, both of whom were second cousins. The wedding was arranged to uphold the age-old customs of Old Valyria while simultaneously uniting House Velaryon with the Iron Throne through blood. However, due to the ongoing crisis, the usual festivities were canceled, and instead, a modest ceremony was arranged for the couple to exchange their vows.
On the day of the wedding, Baela's serving maid drew a bath for her and filled it with piping hot water. She meticulously scrubbed every inch of Baela's body until she was immaculately clean. Meanwhile, Aemma's handmaiden, Dyana, tended to Baela's hands and feet, trimming and buffing her nails until they shone. Baela's sister, Rhaena, helped her prepare for the ceremony, carefully brushing her chin-length hair. Rhaena couldn't help but admire Aemma's handiwork on her sister's silver-white Valyrian locks, which were incredibly smooth. "Ooh, Baela, you look so pretty!" she marveled.
Looking at the reflecting panel so she could see herself, Baela felt embarrassed. By the gods, she looked so girly. "Are you sure I need to wear this?" Baela didn't have any complaints as she was going to marry Jaehaerys. However, she wished she could wear her leather hunting tunic or riding attire, as it would showcase both her strong and feminine side. Unfortunately, such clothing was unsuitable for a formal event and might make her appear more boyish than ladylike.
"Oh, hush. This is a big day for you two," Aemma shook her head. As her cousin stands before her, the princess delicately weaves her fingers through the intricate lace of Baela's stunning white gown. The sleeveless dress boasts a luxurious blend of ivory samite and cloth-of-silver and is elegantly lined with silvery satin. The bodice features a daring slash down the front, reaching almost to Baela's midriff, concealed by an ornate lace panel. The voluminous skirts cascade gracefully to the floor while the waist is cinched so tightly that Baela struggles to breathe. Yet, at the same time, it also doesn't even attempt to conceal her stunning physique. To complete the ensemble, she is gifted a pair of soft grey doeskin slippers that embrace her feet with a lover's touch. "There you go. All done," she stepped back. "By the Mother, Rhaena's right, Baela. You look so beautiful! Jay won't be able to keep his eyes off you when he sees you in that dress."
"You think so?" Baela spun, her skirts swirling around her. If he does, then wait until he sees what I have in store for him tonight.
"Well, if I know my brother at all, he's more likely to stumble over his own words."
"I'd certainly hope so. Tough guy better keep his tongue in his mouth too."
"He loves you."
"I know he does. I feel the same. But you know... it's almost funny. Strange, even. When I was 10, I never dreamed of getting married or settling down. I had no interest in it. Mother even joked about it to Prince Reggio when we still lived in Pentos - much to my discomfort."
"What made you change your mind?"
"Your brother. I don't… know how to describe it. Not really. I'm not a word person, Aemma. Other people say what they mean better than I do. But with Jay, it's… different. It's hard to explain."
"I have to agree. That does sound like him," Aemma said with a knowing look, nodding with a hint of understanding. "The way he looks at you and shifts his posture ever so slightly, especially when he believes no one is looking, is quite telling. He seems less guarded when in your company and allows himself to relax." She paused for a moment. "However, even though Jay is the incredibly gifted among us – a rare prodigy who seemingly appears once in a blue moon, he has no experience in matters of the heart. I don't want to see him get hurt."
"Aemma, you know me. You know I've no intention of hurting Jay. You know that."
"Yes, I know, but the potential for tragedy is there – on both sides, for you and him. Take it from me: what you have may not last forever, but to make a marriage work, learn to cherish every moment you spend together as if they were your last and not take each other for granted."
"Huh. You make it sound complicated that it needs to be."
"There can be moments where it does feel like that. Mainly, it's mostly because someone needs to be more… attentive."
She must be referring to Aegon. I sometimes can't tell him apart from his twin. "One thing I need to know. Before the wedding."
"What's that?" Aemma inquired.
"Does it hurt?" Baela asked. "The bedding, I mean. When a man sticks his dick in you, does it hurt?"
"B-Baela!" Rhaena gasped, her hands covering her mouth as her cheeks flushed deeply.
"Wh-Wha…?" Aemma was caught off guard by the unexpected question. Her face turned bright red as she stammered out a response. "Sīkudi nopāzmi (Seven hells), you're asking me this now?" Memories of her marriage to her brother-husband, Aegon, came rushing back - their consummation and the birth of their daughter, Princess Saena. "Well… ahem! The bedding is a traditional way for newlyweds to solidify their sacred marital vows in front of the gods of men. When Aegon and I… had sex… yes, it hurt at first. I guess it depends on the person you lay with. However, the more you… ehhh, practice, the more… enjoyable it gets." She shook her head. "Honestly, I don't even know why I'm conversing with you about this when we should be busy preparing you for the big day."
"Let's go, sis," Rhaena pleaded, "we're almost late! The septon and the wedding guests are waiting for us."
"Okay, okay, okay," Baela shrugged. Sheesh, they sound like a pair of elderly Pentoshi ladies bickering over their daily routine.
Subsequently, the events that followed were lost in a haze for her. Baela couldn't recall walking out of the room, descending the steps, or even crossing the yard—every ounce of her being focused solely on placing one foot in front of the other. Aemma and Rhaena were by her side, wearing pale cloaks similar to her own. Baela couldn't help but contemplate Aemma's words - what would Jaehaerys think when he laid his eyes on her in the dress that the seamstress had exclusively tailored for her? Finally, she arrived at the castle sept, where her father, Prince Daemon, patiently awaited her on the steps. "Ah. There you are," he said.
"Father," Baela and Rhaena acknowledged.
"Prince Daemon," Aemma curtsied.
Upon the scrutiny of his eldest daughter, the Rogue Prince thoroughly observed every inch of her being. Usually, he would conduct his own personal test to evaluate the worthiness of any prospective suitors, but this time, Rhaenys had surprisingly overruled Daemon's preference to do so, as Baela was fostered on Driftmark under her grandmother's care. However, as Daemon continued to gaze at Baela, he couldn't help but notice a vivid image of her mother from sixteen years ago, manifesting right before his very eyes. Laena? No. No, you're dead. I swear, Baela, you look just like your mother did back then. "Come. Everyone's waiting."
He extended his hand towards her, and she willingly took it, allowing him to lead her to the throne room. To accommodate the ongoing conflict between the Blacks and the Caltrops, the crown had chosen to hold a small ceremony there instead of the Grand Sept.
Red Keep ― Throne room…
Due to the recent coup attempt, security was at an all-time high; gold cloaks were stationed throughout the city, the Kingsguard knights remained ever-alert, and the Targaryen household guards stood watch, each stationed on both sides of the room, ready to act at a moment's notice. The banners of the three-headed dragon hung proudly from the ceiling, and the room was adorned with four larger-than-life statues. Each statue represented the four preceding Targaryen kings: Aegon the Conqueror, his first son Aenys, his second son, Maegor the Cruel, and his grandson, Jaehaerys the Conciliator. However, work was already underway on adding a fifth statue to the throne room, depicting the likeness of Viserys the Peaceful.
Baela's eyes wandered around the grand hall where she was standing, taking in the sight of all the eminent personalities gathered there. She spotted Septon Eustace and a High Priest of the Valyrian Old Gods, each representing their respective faiths - the Faith of the Seven and the Valyrian Freehold's pantheon. Her gaze then shifted towards Ser Harrold, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, accompanied by Ser Erryk Cargyll, Steffon Darklyn, Lorent Marbrand, and Willis Fell, all clad in pure white raiment and the majestic white cloak of their office. They stood in a protective cordon, guarding the foot of the Iron Throne.
Apart from them, there were many other witnesses present, including King Aeonar I Targaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower, the Hand of the King Otto Hightower, Ser William Royce, Lord Simon Staunton, Ser Addam and his brother Alyn, Farrier, and a dozen others, including Princes Aegon, Viserys, and Daeron Targaryen. Her grandparents, Lord Corlys Velaryon and Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, also attended. Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, her cousin/stepmother, was present too, along with her second cousins/stepbrothers Jace, Luke, and Joffrey Velaryon, as well as the maids carrying her brothers Aemon and Baelon.
As the father of the bride, Prince Daemon escorted his daughter to where Prince Jaehaerys was waiting, dressed regally in black and red. The Rogue Prince stared intently at his grandnephew, seemingly warning him to take good care of his daughter. Once he was close enough, Prince Daemon handed over his daughter and stepped aside to rejoin Rhaenyra. Now standing side-by-side, Baela and Jaehaerys were ready to recite their vows. Baela couldn't help but smirk when she caught a glimpse of her betrothed's flushed cheeks as he looked at her before quickly looking away. Yeah, he's definitely speechless.
"My betrothed," Jaehaerys reached to take Baela's hand and kissed it gracefully.
"My betrothed," Baela replied.
"The love of the Seven is holy and eternal," prayed Septon Eustace. "The source of life and love. We stand here tonight in thanks and praise to join two souls as one."
"Hen lantoti ānogar. Va sȳndroti vāedroma. Mēro perzot gīhoti. Elēdroma iārza sīr," the High Priest recited passages from the ancient texts in High Valyrian.
"'Blood of two. Joined as one. Ghostly flame. And song of shadows. Two hearts as embers,'" Aeonar translated into the Common Tongue.
"Father… Mother… Warrior… Smith… Maiden... Crone… Stranger."
"Izulī ampā perzī. Prūmī lanti sēteksi. Hen jenȳ māzīlarion. Qēlossa ozūndesi."
"'Forged in fourteen fires. A future promised in glass. The stars stand witness.'"
"Hear now their vows."
Jaehaerys and Baela turned to gaze upon each other. The young prince, dipping his thumb in sacred oils, traced it across her forehead. "Father… Mother… Warrior… Smith… Maiden… Crone… Stranger. I am yours, and you are mine. Whatever may come," he said.
"Father… Mother… Warrior… Smith… Maiden… Crone… Stranger," Baela recited. "I am yours, and you are mine. Whatever may come." Taking a fine piece of dragonglass, she cut her lip and Jaehaerys's. Pressing her thumb against her bloody lip, Baela marked her temple and his, keeping with the Targaryen legacy of being wed by blood and fire. "Lenta guido, raqnon issa. (I love you, tough guy.)" she whispered.
"Raqnon issa tolī. (I love you too.)" Jaehaerys reciprocated. Taking a wedding chalice, he took a sip. He then passed it to Baela, who also took a sip before passing it to the High Priest.
Septon Eustance, who was perturbed by the ancient Old Valyrian custom, cleared his throat. "Here, in the presence of gods and men, I proclaim… Prince Jaehaerys of House Targaryen… and Lady Baela of House Targaryen, are to be man and wife. One heart, one flesh, one soul… now and forever. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder."
"Sȳndroro ōñō jēdo. Rȳ kīvia mazvestraksi," the High Priest recited.
"'The vow spoken through time. Of darkness and light,'" Aeonar translated.
"In the sight of gods and men, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity."
"Hen lantoti ánogar, va sýndroti váedroma. Muñus Mandya, ojehittan īlva raqnon se gaomagon zirȳla ȳgha. (Blood of two, joined as one. Gentle Mother, bless our love and keep her safe.) I swear, in the light of the Seven, to love and honor this woman in sickness and in health. From this day, until the end of my days," Jaehaerys vowed. "With this kiss, I pledge my love and take you for my lady and wife."
"Hen lantoti ánogar, va sýndroti váedroma. (Blood of two, joined as one.) I swear, in the light of the Seven, to love and honor this man in sickness and in health. From this day, until the end of my days," Baela vowed. "With this kiss, I pledge my love and take you for my lord and husband."
When the time came to kiss the bride, Jaehaerys cupped Baela's cheeks and pulled her into his arms. She doesn't resist, allowing him to pull her against the length of his body. Her lips part when his press against hers; because their lower lips were cut, their blood mixed with the other. This strange sensation tasted like iron. But what mattered to them was that they had each other. Now as newlyweds, they'll start a new chapter of their lives together. All of the spice that Baela used to channel into her antics diverted into making their stolen moments together something to remember afterward. After a moment, the kiss ends, and each step back.
Alicent gazed upon her eldest son's newly-wedded bliss with a bittersweet feeling in her heart. While Jaehaerys' matrimony undoubtedly overjoyed the queen, it was almost difficult for her to reconcile with the fact that her firstborn was now a young adult, no longer the small child who clung to her dress and begged for her to read him a story. Alicent had carried him for nine long months, and for almost two decades, she had dedicated her life to raising him into the fine young man he is today. Alicent couldn't help but feel a sense of finality as she wiped away a stray tear. Her son was a grown man now, and one day he would start a family of his own. Yet, no matter how much Jaehaerys grew, Alicent would always be there to support him, offer guidance, and be a constant source of love and comfort in his life.
Red Keep ― Royal apartments…
As per the customary tradition of the bedding ceremony, Aeonar went above and beyond to ensure that Jaehaerys and Baela had a truly unforgettable night. A private chamber, fully equipped with all the necessary amenities, was thoughtfully arranged for the newlyweds to enjoy the utmost privacy and comfort. Aeonar's meticulous attention to every detail was evident in the luxurious furnishings and decor, all carefully chosen to set the perfect ambiance for the couple's intimate evening. The couple was left to bask in each other's company, free from any intrusion or interruption, thanks to Aeonar's profound consideration of their needs. As soon as the doors closed and they were finally alone, their passion and desire for each other could no longer be restrained.
Grasping Jaehaerys's face with her hands, Baela brought him down to her level due to their height difference. Jaehaerys, in turn, lowered his mouth to hers, causing their lips to collide with a gentle press, her softly fragrant hair brushing against his fingertips. Before long, their passion developed into hunger and desire. Baela is quickly emboldened, her tongue immediately flicking out and along her now-lawfully wedded husband's lip, drawing a moan from Jaehaerys in turn. Their tongues met and danced with one another before pulling back.
"So… how does it feel to be married, tough guy?" Baela teased, smirking as she raised an eyebrow.
"Funny. I should be asking you that," Jaehaerys quickly retorted.
"Oh? A wiseass, huh? Well… you're lucky I love you, Jay. Otherwise, I might have to give you a little friendly reminder not to mess with me." Baela gazed at Jaehaerys. She began to feel aroused as she reassessed him. They hadn't spoken about their little 'escapade' before the wedding, but there was a hint of desire there. She knew it and felt tingling between her legs. He wanted her, and she wanted him too. "Which reminds me, I brought something special for you."
"Oh? And what would that be, Baela?"
"Uh-uh-uh! Bad boys don't get a treat unless they behave." Baela playfully ordered as she gestured towards the marital bed. "Now, take off your shirt and wait over there for a moment. Oh, and don't even think about sneaking a peek, tough guy - I'll be right back!"
Jaehaerys carefully undid the buttons of his shirt, anticipation building as Baela disappeared behind the privacy screen. He couldn't help but wonder what sort of surprise awaited him on this particular night. The fact that he had been instructed not to peek only added to the intrigue and excitement. He waited patiently, feeling his groin ache in his pants. Seven hells, it was quite an arduous experience. Jaehaerys recollected the meditation method that the Lykirī Mēre had taught him, one which originated from Yi Tish culture: the Ziwǒ Kèzhì, the practice of self-control. He settled into a comfortable position and ensured that his spine was neutral. Then, he took a slow breath in through his nostrils, held it for a moment, and released it slowly through his mouth.
"Okay, you can look now."
When Jaehaerys looked over, he was captivated by Baela and couldn't look away. She wore exotic lingerie with a matching undergarment made specifically of Pentoshi origins. Even through two layers of fabric, it showed off Baela's dark Velaryon skin and her voluptuous curves, slender legs, and B-cup breasts… The prince found it challenging to maintain his composure. "U-umm… I-I-I…" he stammered, cheeks flushing furiously.
"Well? Like what you see?" Baela inquired, placing her hands on her hips. She did a small dance to add some playful banter, ensuring that Jaehaerys kept his attention on her. "You know," she murmured in a teasing manner, the corner of her lips quirking up in a mischievous smile, "I often pondered what our first night together might entail. It's not every day one experiences the kind of… pleasure your touch had on me," she turned around to face Jaehaerys, her eyes gleaming with a seductive sparkle, "It was as though a primal energy had taken over you, urging you to unleash your innermost passions. I still shiver at the thought," she sighed, her voice laced with desire. "I know you've always wanted me."
Is-Is this a test to determine whether I pass or fail? Because if it is, then you're making it very difficult to resist temptation.
"So tonight, Jay, I'm going to take good care of you." As Baela ceased dancing, her gaze dropped to notice his steel-hard bulge through his paints. "Oooh, getting excited at the thought of fucking me, aren't you? Taking my virginity?" she teased. Taking a seat on his lap, Baela rested her hands on Jaehaerys's shoulders while he held his hands on her waist, slightly lowered close to her buttocks. "But not yet. Not after I'm done with you first, tough guy," she warned, her hand gliding onto his bulge. "You're not allowed to cum before me. Understand?" she said before slowly massaging it through Jaehaerys's pants.
"B-Baela…" Jaehaerys gasped at the sudden sensation.
"You're nice and hard for me, aren't you?" Baela said quietly into his ear. She pulls his pants down, freeing his throbbing erection. "Wow. You're bigger than I thought," she exclaimed. Gripping his hardened cock, Baela curled her fingers, slowly stroking from tip to base. "Remember: no cumming before me."
Jaehaerys grips the bedsheets tighter, trying to control his breathing. Remember the Ziwǒ Kèzhì, he mentally told himself. But now he couldn't get Baela out of his head. Her body, her touch, what it must feel like to be inside her…
Hmm. So far, he's holding up. But… how long can he resist before I come out on top? "Gods… I really want to suck you off…" That said, Baela moves down and locks her lips around the tip.
"Sī… Sīkudi nopāzmi (Se… Seven hells!)" Jaehaerys groaned, exhaling shakily as he tried to control himself. His core clenched, feeling her mouth's warm, wet softness around his dick.
Baela lapped her tongue on the underside with each bob of her head, licking hungrily at the tip. "Mmm,~" she moaned in approval. Her lips curled around Jaehaerys's throbbing erection in a smile, still sucking gently. Her tongue continues its assault, fluttering against the underside of his rod, listening to him shiver at the sensation. Baela moves further down, taking more of Jaehaerys's manhood deeper into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down.
"B-Baela!"
Her sucking intensifies, causing a sloppy slathering of sounds to echo through the room. Baela was determined to make Jaehaerys have an orgasm. Still, surprisingly, it was pretty unexpected to see him exercise such self-control, despite her efforts to assert dominance in the relationship. Baela sucked harder on Jaehaerys's cock with more intensity, pulling more into her mouth, gagging slightly before adjusting to its girth. Meanwhile, as she performs oral on him, she felt her womanhood secreting fluids. She was wet. There was no denying Baela was getting turned on by all this. But as time passed, she began to feel a dull pain in her jaw that gradually intensified, causing discomfort. After a while, Baela withdrew the hardened erection from her mouth with a slight pop.
"Damn! You're a tough nut to crack, Jay," Baela exhaled, her voice almost hoarse. "But I'm not done with you yet," she stood up. Unfastening the straps, she removes the upper layer of lingerie, freeing her breasts. Removing her undergarments, Jaehaerys could see her glistening, wet pussy. Before he could lean forward, Baela pushed him back on the bed. "Uh-uh. Patience, tough guy," she crawled on top of him. "Now… you must learn how to satisfy your lady in bed." Continuing where they left off, Baela straddled Jaehaerys's waist, rubbing her clitoris up and down against the length of his cock.
Jaehaerys's rolled to the back of his head from the intense pleasure he was feeling. "Ah, Baela…!" he gritted his teeth.
Baela closed her eyes, taking in the sensation she was feeling. Without any pesky clothes to get in the way, grinding their bare genitalia against each other was more pleasurable. "Mmm. Oh, Jay, that's it," she moaned. Feeling his gyrations against her sensitive labia with his dick, she instinctively continues her pace. "Ooh, fuck…~" she bit her lower lip. Baela was enjoying herself. The cadence of her movements telegraphs her surrender to instinct.
Lubricated against the fluid of her arousal, Jaehaerys accelerated his pace. Her breathing deepens, coming in ragged gasps, and she begins to feel an unfamiliar tension building up as she grinds against him feverishly. As their thrusts gain momentum, Jaehaerys felt his primal urges slowly consume him.
"Ngh, ah, oh, Jay! You're going to make me cum!" No, I can't lose! Not to him! Not yet! But… oh Gods, I'm so close…
As if on cue, Jaehaerys immediately flipped himself and Baela over, putting himself on top of her.
"Wha…?" Baela was caught off-guard. "Why did you do that? I was almost there…" she complained.
"You said I must learn how to satisfy my lady in bed. So, Baela, as you stated very clearly," Jaehaerys added, "that is precisely what I intend to do."
"Oh? And how do you plan to do that, tough guy? Hmm? You think you can pleasure me? Go on. I'd like to see you try."
"As you wish, but don't say I didn't warn you." Jaehaerys planted kisses along Baela's neck, again targeting her sensitive spots. Her soft moans hinted at her approval; her breathing was shallow and gasps the more he trailed south. He gently spread her legs apart to see her glistening wet sex, which still secreted fluids. Recalling the sensitive areas of female anatomy, Jaehaerys pressed two fingers against her clitoris and rubbed it in slow, circular motions.
"Huh! Ngh… oooh! Mmm, ah, Jay…~" Baela's eyes rolled to the back of her head. Ho, ho... shit, for a virgin, he sure is good with his hands. What other techniques did those assassins teach him? "Mmm, just like that, tough guy… Keep going… Don't stop…" She bit her lip, grinding against his hand.
Deciding to take it up a notch, Jaehaerys lowers his head between Baela's legs. His tongue flickers over her swollen clit, and she jolts under the faintest touch.
"Ahhh! O-Ohh! Ooh, Jay!~" Ooh, fuck, I take back everything I said!
He continued lapping at her hot and wet center, circling her clitoris. Baela arches her back and pushes her sex further against Jaehaerys, inadvertently giving him an even greater angle to devour her more; her hand dripping into his hair to push him closer against her hips in response. With the oral sex she gave him, he was certain to repay the debt in kind. Wrapping his lips around her clit, Jaehaerys sucked and licked and teased until Baela writhed. The prince's muffled growl sent vibrations, causing her to buck as he ate her deeply, trying to taste more of her.
"Th-That's enough! J-Jay! Stop!" Baela cried. Her haggard breathing indicated she was close to experiencing a climactic release of her own. But she didn't want his mouth to do her in. "H-Haaa… haaaah…" She looked down at Jaehaerys, who stared up at her. "O-Okay, okay. I admit it… You're good. Very… Very good."
"So I take it this means you're satisfied?" Jaehaerys inquired.
"Yes, yes, you passed the test. But… there's something else that needs to be done."
"What's that?"
"That," Baela pointed at Jaehaerys's dick. "I think it's past time we did the deed." Still, even she felt a tad bit nervous. Will something that big even fit? "Jaehaerys, would you do the honor of being my first? Will you take my virginity?"
"My lady Baela, it would be an honor."
"Just one request, please?"
"Anything."
"I want to be on top." Baela watched Jaehaerys crawl next to her and lay on his back. Now on top of him once more, she took his dick and traced it along her opening. "Mmm~" Baela bit her lip. Okay, remember what Aemma said. It hurts the first time, but the more Jay and I have sex, the better it'll feel. I only hope she's right. Mentally preparing herself, she exhales and slowly lowers herself onto him. "Nhh!" she gritted her teeth. Ow! Fucking shit, it hurts! Taking a moment to catch her breath, Baela tried again.
Jaehaerys recited the Ziwǒ Kèzhì meditation techniques to control himself. After the slight interruption, the whole act of consummating their marriage would start again. It was their first time being sexually intimate, and judging by the apparent expression on Baela's face, she looked as if she was in a lot of discomfort and pain. "Baela," he groaned, his dick wasn't even entirely inside her yet, and he still showed concern for his bride, "if it hurts too much, we can stop…"
"No!" Baela shook her head. "N-No. Gah, shit. I've come too far to stop now!"
Jaehaerys relented, allowing Baela to continue the act while maintaining his hold on her hips to ensure stability. Her hymen was still intact, and breaking through would take more effort. Baela again stopped her descent so her body could get used to his size before continuing. Slowly but surely, more of Jaehaerys's cock slides into her wet opening.
"Nnhhh! Ow, ow, ow!" Baela clenched her teeth as the pain intensified. Taking quick, sharp inhalations, she lowered herself completely on Jaehaerys, taking his cock fully inside her. However, by doing so, she couldn't help but feel something had torn inside. "AH! Mmmmkkk!" she yelped, shutting her eyes tightly as tears started forming.
Jaehaerys groaned upon feeling Baela's inner walls constricting him tightly, pulsating. But upon raising his gaze, he noticed a distressed countenance etched on her visage. "Are… Are you okay?" he voiced his concern.
"Nhha… haa… haaa… I-I'm fine… It's… It's in, right?"
"Y-Yeah... it's in." Breathe slowly; control your urges. You're in control. "Con… Congratulations, Baela Targaryen. You are… no longer a virgin."
"N-Neither are you, tough guy," Baela playfully opened one eye, though the other remained closed in pain. Her expression was a mix of amusement and discomfort. "Can you… wait for a few more seconds? It still stings a little bit." She did some breathing exercises of her own, her hips still twitching. "I can't believe I got your dick to fit inside me. Fucking hell, what did you do to get such a monster?" Baela shook her head. "On second thought, d-don't answer that." Placing her hands on Jaehaerys's chest, she slowly raised her hips. "I'm going to start moving now, all right?"
"I love you, Baela."
"Lo… Love you too, Jay." After one minute, Baela's movements gradually became more assured and composed. She found a comfortable and effective rhythm that suited her. The agonizing pain that had been previously gripping her began to subside, and a new sensation gradually emerged in its place. "Nhhhaaa… Jay… mmm, oh, Jay!~" she moaned and sighed, almost grunting. "Oooh, it's… it's starting to feel good…" Slowly at first, but with increasing confidence, Baela begins grinding against Jaehaerys again, riding him in earnest.
"Baela… Jorrāeliarza, Bāela... (Beloved, Baela…)"
"Haah… Mmm!~ A-Avy jorrāelan, lenta guido. J-Jorrāelan issa! (I-I love you, tough guy. I love you!)"
"Avy jorrāelan, tolī! (I love you, too!) Your cunt is so good…"
"G-Glad you're enjoying yourself, but I'm not – mmh! – letting you – aaah! – beat me! I'm gonna make you cum first!"
"You… haah… forget that I've – gah! – been practicing the Ziwǒ Kèzhì…!"
"The what?"
"The… ah, Seven hells, never mind!"
The lewd, wet sounds of their coupling keep the fervent tempo. Baela moans in pleasure and impales herself continuously on Jaehaerys's dick, loving how he stretches her out, how he fills her up. She swore she even felt the tip touching her womb just now! She rides him with greater urgency, falling into a steady rhythm of raising and falling, milking every inch of Jaehaerys's cock for all it was worth. Baela felt him twitch. I think I found one of your kinks, tough guy. "I-I bet you're – mmh! – wanting to blow… eh, tough guy?" she teased between moans, pants, and gasps.
"Wh-What?" Jaehaerys gritted his teeth, thrusting his hips up to meet hers, his hands gripping her buttocks. "Shit!" he just felt the walls of Baela's sex wrapping around his erection throbs with each plunge. "Ah, Baela…!" he groaned.
"Imagine me… haaah! My belly, mmm~, swelling up with a baby… Oooh! Your baby…"
"Baela…!" Jaehaerys's primal instincts were taking over, rapidly pounding Baela's pussy as she rode him with great determination.
"Mmm~! Yeah… yeah, that's it, tough guy… Harder! More! Come on, fuck me harder! Just like that! Oooh, yeah!" Baela gasped again and shuddered atop Jaehaerys, her ass bouncing with hot, wet slaps against his groin, his cock poking at her innermost sensitive walls. Before long, she felt her inner core tightening again. "I-I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she shouted with lust.
"M-Me too," Jaehaerys warned through his gritted teeth, a fire burning in his core as his balls tightened and constricted. He thrust his hips upward with powerful strokes, digging the deepest he could into her creamy depths.
Baela's breathing quickened, indicating she was near her release as well. "Gaaah! Go on, do it~! Cum inside me, Jaehaerys! I want you to give me a baby! Cum in my fucking pussy! Give me a fucking baby! Fuck me, fuck me!" she whimpered through rasps of labored breaths. With a carnal cry, Baela quivered and shook with orgasmic bliss.
Her encouragement aroused Jaehaerys even more, and he could not contain himself any longer. He moved his hips briskly, plunging and receding his cock in and out of Baela's cunt, ready to fill her womb to the brink. Her wet pussy clenches tightly around his pulsing erection as he pumped rope after rope of his potent seed deep inside her fertile young womb, his sperm cells seeking an egg to fertilize and fill her belly with a baby.
"A-Aaah~! Oh shit, I feel it… I feel it…" Baela eased limply and collapsed on Jaehaerys's chest, cooing in his ear even as she still sat with his flaccid cock still buried deep inside her feeling his warm essence flowing into her. "Haaah… I guess… I guess we both lost…"
"You're the one who… whew, started talking dirty to me," Jaehaerys panted.
"It… It worked out, didn't it?" Baela didn't move, but she could feel Jaehaerys's seed leaking out of her as she rolled off to the side. "Shit, you were really trying to get me pregnant, weren't you?"
"Baela…"
"Heh-heh… I'm joking." Her expression turned serious. "You know what, Jay? I've been thinking about our future together. And I've made up my mind. I want to have kids with you. Not right away, of course. We'll still have loads of fun making our own little horde along the way. But someday."
"I do not doubt that you'll make an amazing mother."
"Oh, you think so, do you? Well, thanks for the vote of confidence, Jay. I still don't know what kind of mother I would be to our children. But I know one thing for sure; you… you're going to be a great father. I know it."
"I love you, Baela."
"I love you too, Jay."
The two of them lay together in a peaceful embrace, their bodies entwined in a comfortable position. Jaehaerys held Baela tightly, his arms encircling her waist as their bare skin touched. The sound of her gentle breathing filled the air, and he couldn't resist running his fingers through her silky hair. As they drifted off into a peaceful slumber, the world around them faded away, leaving only their intimate connection.
Chapter End
Author's Note: Well everyone, the wedding between Jaehaerys and Baela Targaryen finally happened, with a combined ceremony of the Faith of the Seven and Old Gods of the Valyrian pantheon. Aeonar, though not particularly active, translated the texts the High Priest was using so other people could understand what he was saying. Now that the wedding is over with, the hunt for the Caltrops can resume in earnest. Guess where the Blacks will find them? Stay tuned for more updates.
randomdude24: The wedding between Jay and Baela has finally arrived. I know of said this but I really hope these two make it to the end, they both have good qualities that would make them a good king and queen, especially if the realm is indeed broken at the end of the dance they can help heal it.
Unfortunately this is probably going to be the last "happy" event we are going to get since we are at the start of the dance. The caltrops are not going to stand for this insult. I do have a question if you'll humor me.
How will history remember this version of the dance? Regardless of what ending you have planned, will either side be seen in a good or bad light?
―I think by the time of the Dance, whether before, during, or after, history will remember this is where the Targaryen madness originates from regardless of who had it first
jordanjanellejoy: I have to reiterate just how much I love and deeply appreciate your story. It's a rarity to actually read someone give Rhaena, Baela or Laena anything of substance. Usually they're replaced by OC's and even if they are mentioned...no one cares about them. So, thank you again for this. I'm just a bit put off that I didn't start reading this until like chapter 72. I saw it on Tumblr.
―Thanks for taking a moment to read Fire and Blood.
Guest #1: When are we gonna see the perspective of the caltrops? I really want to see them with how they are coping with the loss. They may be down but they are not out.
―I'm working on ideas for the next chapter involving the Caltrops