Chapter 19 (R18+)

Note: This chapter contains sexual content, if you are not interested in its contents or are underage, you may skip the parts marked as R18+, you have been warned.

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(Erlend Mudd, Dragonstone)

Erlend turned his attention away from the pile of reports that lay on his desk. 

He had been sitting there for a few hours now, going over skirmish reports, financial figures, and surveys of the state of his realm. While he had long since prepared himself for the task of ruling, it didn't mean he enjoyed the bloody paperwork that came along with it.

Taxes might be the lifeblood of sovereign nations, but that didn't change the fact that it needed proper paperwork to be filed as efficiently as possible. Hence why he had been focused heavily on centralizing authority and reforming the tax systems within his domains.

Some might ask; What about the Majors Lords? Won't they rebel? it would weaken their power after all. The answer would be simple, most of those who could do so were already neutered, and those that still could were either too loyal, or would be destroyed the second they even made a move.

Erlend would not tolerate treason and had already made an example of the few lords foolish enough to attempt to do so. There was also the fact that he had no qualms about making use of the passive abilities granted to him to induce loyalty in his vassals.

Most people chalked it up to his charisma and there was no reason to disabuse them of that notion.

Thankfully, it wasn't all the paperwork that he had to go through, various reports from his shadows who had infiltrated various major strongholds around Westeros. Unfortunately, in exchange for pulling most of the Shadow Wardens into Westeros, he wasn't as well informed about Essos as he previously had.

Visenya still sent him what she could, but the Golden Company was limited in what information they could gather compared to his men.

While his Aura was powerful and could cover whole kingdoms, he wasn't Bloodraven who had his arse merged with a tree and had nothing better to do than peeking at people and luring underage boys north. 

He had an actual Kingdom to rule, thus while he was better informed than most. It was greatly limited in scope, much to his annoyance. His imprinted animals would only alert him to vital information or events, otherwise, he was reliant on his shadows for the most part.

The reports given by his Shadows were that the Tyrells and Florents had finally gotten off their arses and begun actual fighting.

They were relatively minor in scale, but it showed that neither side was content sending jabs and insults toward each other. For whatever reason both had raised large armies, only to then proceed to split them up.

Couldn't those floppy fucks just duke it out already?

The only thing Erlend was grateful towards the two sides was that they had come to an unspoken rule in regards to not burning their fertile grounds, they didn't want to piss off the rest of Westeros, who was rather keen on not starving, go figure.

Skirmishes had begun between the Marcher Lords and the Dornish, with Randyll using it as a valid excuse to ignore the call to arms by his 'Liege' lord. If he didn't know better, Erlend would've assumed that the grizzled commander had been plotting with the Dornish to avoid helping the fat flower.

The Westerlands was only slightly better off, as none of the Major Houses had gotten involved in the courtly intrigues between Cersei and Tyrion. It also helped that Kevan Lannister had been found alive if grievously injured. The man was promptly placed under heavy care by his sister Genna after voicing his full support behind Tyrion.

Kevan wasn't an idiot, he was aware of who was the better heir out of his brother's progeny.

Cersei was not without support, though it mainly came from the numerous Lannister branches and distant cousins, who hoped to use her claim to gain control over the Rock through marriage.

Whilst Tyrion had support from the Main Branch, specifically his Uncle and Aunts, who weren't exactly keen on seeing the branch families gain control, something that would set a dangerous precedent.

The rest of the Westerlands were licking their wounds, Tywin had sent thousands of able-bodied men to their graves, forcing them to focus on suppressing numerous smallfolk revolts. Whilst also trying to supplement their garrisons.

There was a lot of resentment for the Lannisters, it was only their vassal's inability to field enough men and the support of major houses like the Marbrands that kept House Lannister from being targeted. 

Of the kingdoms under his control, the Crownlands were the most resistant to change, though they were quick to fold once Strong made his way towards them.

That brought a chuckle out of him as he read the reports made by Duncan, which tended to come off as pretty annoyed and irritated with the petty lords of the capital region. Not that it would remain the capital region for long, Erlend had no intention of maintaining the farce that was the Crownlands for long.

For now, he was waiting for the Reach to continue to weaken itself, for once the Ironborn had made themselves useful, as many Captains raided its coasts while their lords were squabbling among themselves.

The Banners had all been placed in preparation for his next invasion, which would be the deciding factor on whether he ruled just the Riverlands and the Vale or the whole of Westeros.

…

Letting out a groan of satisfaction, Erlend stood up from his seat, having gone through all the paperwork and finally being able to relax.

Just as he stood up, the door to the solar opened, and Elia Martell walked in.

There was no denying that Nymeria's descendant was gorgeous, she was a slender woman, with dark eyes. 

Despite being somewhat flat-chested, she had a gentle Aura about her that attracted the usually cynical Erlend. Not to mention an ass to die for which she actively used to gain his attention.

"Princess Elia," Erlend welcomed her warmly. 

He gestured for her to take his hand, inviting her to take a walk with him. 

Showing no hesitation Elia ignored his hands and rather boldly interlocked their arms together, having already done this a dozen times or so since their discussion in the painted chambers a few weeks ago.

Unfazed by her actions, Erlend simply shook his head as the two walked out of the chambers and made their way around the castle.

None of the guards followed, well aware of the pair's wishes for privacy.

As they walked, Elia sent him a smile. "I didn't expect you to finish your work so quickly." She said.

"There weren't as many issues within reports as there used to be," he nodded.

Now that things were finally settling down, with bandits and deserters being wiped out, and the various Lords had quieted down over the tax reforms made. There wasn't as much paperwork as there had been at the beginning.

His stay in Riverrun where he did relatively light paperwork, cleansing rituals, and subsequent devastation of the mountain clans, had allowed the paperwork to pile up to ridiculous levels.

Many nights since his arrival at Dragonstone had been spent in the Lord's Solar going through them, which had the unexpected effect of improving the relationship between him and Elia.

While he and Rhaella had gotten along with each other since his confirmation that he would protect her family, it had yet to achieve the same level as it did with Elia who looked ready to jump him at any moment.

This is despite him being frank with her about his intentions to marry Catelyn. Something she didn't seem to care about, as she couldn't give him children even if she wanted to.

"You better not be thinking about another woman at this moment, my Lord." Her eyes narrowed at him.

"Of course not my dear, just thinking about the invasion," Erlend said as he stared into her eyes, rather intensely.

(A/N: Shameless Bastard.)

"I'm glad to hear it." She nodded her head, avoiding his eyes, as red dusted her cheeks.

Erlend could feel a shudder running through her body but chose not to comment on it with a knowing smile. 

Elia for her part, did her best to get herself together as she closed her eyes and shook her head. There were the familiar stirrings between her thighs and a slight tingle that went down her spine. 

She had long since gotten used to it, since they first interacted, and had done quite well in keeping her composure around him.

Unfortunately for her, her form-fitting dress could not hide her hardened nipples, and his rather intense stare didn't help.

"Are you alright, Elia?" he asked with apparent concern.

'This smug handsome bastard.' She thought inwardly.

Not noticing, or rather not caring for the lack of title usage.

"I'm fine, just feeling a bit hot," she reassured him.

"Excellent, I was just worried," Erlend said.

She didn't speak after that, content with continuing to walk and doing her best to ignore the growing arousal within her.

Erlend for his part, merely smirked at her.

Eventually, whether by happenstance or deliberate action on either side, they ended up in front of Elia's chambers.

Still squirming as she bit her lips. "W-Would you like to come in?" She asked, her eyes practically demanding that he agree.

"If you don't mind, I see no reason not to," Erlend agreed to her invitation. "As for how we would spend our time there." 

Erlend separated their interlocked arms and moved in front of her as he placed his hands on her waist. 

Elia let out a gasp as he tilted her chin towards him, trembling as he leaned in and began to kiss her gently. 

Finally after a few minutes of making out with the sensual dornish princess. "What do you think, Princess?" He asked her. "Should we continue?"

"Yes!" Elia burst out as she let out a pleased groan. She had no intention of delaying any longer, her lips too moist to care.

Suddenly, she felt herself being carried by the young Lord, as Erlend put her into a princess carry and made his way towards her chambers.

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(R18+ Incoming)

As they made their way inside her bedchambers, Elia allowed her lover to carry her over to her bed. 

Depositing her on top of the bed, his lips attacked hers and occasionally trailed down her neck, leaving love marks all over it. It felt remarkable to Elia, and she couldn't help but be surprised at how proactive he was, her arousal further heightened by his actions. 

She could feel the fabric of her small clothes stick to her lower lips as it moistened. Letting out a moan of pleasure as he continued to attack her neck, "Oh… Oh, Yes just like that.".

Erlend let out a smile at her urging, pressing his clothed erection against her mound as he peppered kisses on her. The hem of her dress rode up slowly as his hands began to fondle her body while slowly hiking it up.

Erlend felt underclothes tighten as his dick harden at the sight Elia made, it was impossible for him not to be aroused.

Taking his hands off of her hips, he began to remove his pants as Elia lay on the bed watching him. She knew he was big from the feel of his cock pressing onto her, but seeing it, made her question if she could take it all. 

She was surprised to find that it was rather well groomed, a rarity if the talks of her ladies-in-waiting were to be believed. 

It wasn't the norm for members of the nobility to do so, more so when they'd only returned from fighting on the field. Shaking her head at those thoughts, Elia reached out and began to wrap her hand around his girth as she stoked him up and down. 

"Are you sure Elia, we don't don't need to go all the way," Erlend said.

"No, I'm ready and please just call me Elia." She whispered, wanting him to address her by her name now that she finally managed to get him into her bed.

"Then you can call me Erlend, Elia." He smiled at her.

Loving the way her name came off his tongue, she looked down as his hands lingered over her body, while he removed her dress, a visible wet spot could be seen on her small clothes as she took off his erection.

Elia felt her face heat up as he proceeded to pull her small clothes too. It felt odd, yet pleasant as they were peeled off due to how wet it was from his moist lower lips. 

Finally, her naked bud was revealed she was left bare for him to see. It made her heart race as she watched the appreciation and lust in his eyes.

Removing her hands from his erection, he spread her legs wide, wanting to get a good look at this dusky beauty's lower lips. To him, it felt like a sweet desert yearning to be devoured.

Laying his hands on her exposed, he trailed his fingers lightly along her skin, practically feeling every little hair rising at his touch.

Glancing up at her face, he finds her watching him, looking confused.

"Relax, Elia" he purrs as he nestles himself comfortably between her legs. "You'll enjoy this."

As he caresses the soft flesh of her thighs, her eyes remain on him. Lowering his head, he presses his lips on her stomach, slowly trailing it down her thigh.

Her pleasured sighs were like a melody that filled his ears, making him want to hear more of it. Eventually, he turned his attention to her lower lips, his skillful tongue causing her to let out a melodic gasp as she arched her back.

Not stopping, Erlend can feel her slick with pleasure as he tastes the juices that were proof of her enjoyment.

Not being able to help herself Elia slides her fingers into his hair and brings his head ever closer to her snatch, letting out a loud moan as he becomes more enthusiastic with his actions.

"Er… Er… Erlend," she breathes out, his name right on her lips as she moans out in rapture. Her eyes screwed shut and her lips formed an O, as her expression was of pure bliss. 

"Fuck me," She begs, an intense wave of pleasure rippling through her as he brings her close to the edge. 

Her breathing is labored, her skin glistening from sweat as her eyes hold unfathomable lust. It doesn't take much longer as his tongue stimulates her lower parts.

She makes a delightful sound as she comes undone. Gasping and moaning, as her fingers hold onto his hair tightly, riding it out.

Her body quivers before finally falling back onto the bed with a pleased sigh.

He would have loved to stare at her longer, yet he had his pleasure to seek, using his fingers, he gathered some of her essence on his fingers before licking it off. "Refreshing…".

Elia's eyes lit up as she observed him lick her juices off her fingers. Letting out a pitiful whine, as arousal courses through her body.

Erlend pressed his cock onto her glistening pussy and rubbed his tip up and down her slit before circling her clit, teasing her as her eyes begged him to fuck her.

Elia cried out, "Do it. Fuck me."

Pressing forward, his cock sank into her scorching wet scorching, slowly but surely he felt himself go deeper into her. 

The deeper he went the louder her moans rang out, thank god there was no one nearby, otherwise it would be quite embarrassing for Elia.

(A/N: This mf be too proud.)

Elia bit her lips trying to stop her moans from getting any louder. Every inch he crammed into her sent a shudder through her body, with loud claps being audible as their skin met. 

Truthfully, she had never felt so good before and she savored the feeling of his cock inside her.

Erlend for his part, was enjoying the feeling of her around his cock. He was surprised at how tight she was, despite having given birth to two children already.

Looking down at her, he let out a grunt of appreciation as her folds squeezed his cock. His fingers didn't lay idle, as they circled her pink areolas and pinched them.

"You are absolutely gorgeous, My Dear." Her smile was radiant. She appreciated his compliment and did her best to further tighten her folds.

Pulling her closer to him, Erlend began to pepper her with kisses much to her enjoyment.

His methodical thrusts were hitting every pleasure-inducing spot inside of her. Her snatch practically drooled as wet sounds could be heard at every thrust "Yes Erlend. You feel so good." She had never felt this good, not with Rhaeger, nor with any of the young men she'd experimented with before her marriage.

Erlend smirked at her words, feeling that she was getting close. Her quim seemed to clamp down more and more as he began to thrust harder into her.

"More! Don't Stop… Please!" Those words spilled out of her mouth she allowed herself to be lifted on the bed. Wanting him to reach even deeper into her and tried to take him in even further.

The toe-curling orgasm that ripped through her body was so sudden that let out a muffled shriek into his mouth, having felt the most intense orgasm that she'd ever experienced.

Erlend didn't stop, instead, he kept going as he did his best to capture the look of her face, as her eyes rolled back in her head and her body trembled onto his as if holding on to her only lifeline.

Whispering into her ear, "I'm close to my wonderful sand snake, do you think you can take it?".

Despite being near unconscious with pleasure, as if by instinct, Elia did her best to milk his cock with her pussy wanting to feel him fill her lips with his cum, as it held his cock in a death grip.

She felt his scorching seed shoot inside of her, making her toes curl. 'Oh, God… Oh God, this feels so good.' The intense feeling even made her eyes flutter and caused her to orgasm, while Erlend rode out both orgasms.

Only stopping when he felt her muscles stop twitching. A few moments later he pulls out slowly, having let her adjust to his seed inside of her, getting a whine out of her as she felt empty without his cock.

His cum began rushed of her vagina, as he held her onto him, while her legs went around his waist. Glancing at her, he could see her eyes still closed as she did her best to steady her breaths.

Her tone was breathless, "By the Gods, that felt so good." She voiced, licking her lips in desire for more.

Erlend was pleased by her praise and leaned in to reward her with a fierce kiss on the lips.

Caught by surprise, Elia did her best to return his passion. His tongue felt soothing on hers, the intimate action making her heart flutter.

Breaking the kiss, "You were amazing Elia." his voice was soft and full of affection for the dusky beauty.

Eventually, her breathing evened out as they held onto each other on the bed. Her features become more relaxed as if all the tension she had been holding these past few years had evaporated into nothingness.

Leaning onto her, he presses his lips to her forehead. "So, my Sun, want to go for another round," he whispered.

Her only response was to dive in for another Kiss, that was all the confirmation Erlend needed.

(R18+ Ending)

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[Big Note:]

So Elia is definitely in, as for why she can't have kids, it's mainly her body's constitution that prevents her from having another one, as the birthing could kill her. Yes, Erlend could heal her, but he won't for now since it would be counterproductive to do so until he has his first trueborn son.

His marriage to Catelyn is important because it secures his descendant's rule over their core territories, the lands where most of the Banner's future recruits will come from, he must keep it stable. There's also the fact that she's a redhead, enough said.

As for the realm as a whole, Rhaenys marrying his future son takes care of that particular issue. Rhaella could technically be a viable option, but she's 'used' goods as far as the rest of Westeros is concerned, her reputation is tainted by her former husband's actions and her 'failure' to properly raise Rhaeger.

Visenya for her part does not care, she has long since lost interest in ruling, and Maegor's failure has somewhat disillusioned her with the idea of children.