Elia Martell
Chapter 44: Elia Martell
"I must say that this is an impressive training yard, King Robert,"
Oberyn remarked as he admired the private sparring yard of King
Robert Baratheon. Not only was it spacious and well-lit despite being
located in a secluded part of the Red Keep.
"I had never known this place even existed when I was last in the
capital," the Dornishman added, while he, his paramour and their
bastard daughters, admired the vast collection of training arms and
weapons that decorated the racks placed along the sides of the yard.
"Aye, it was a recent discovery for me as well. I came across it
nearly a year ago and decided to refurbish it for my personal
training," Robert said to his guests. "The reason that I invited you
here is so that I could offer its use to you before your duel with the
Mountain."
As per the scheme concocted by him and Tyrion, the Mountain had
been summoned to King's Landing to join his liege lord's personal
guard. Being well aware of the monstrous Clegane's nature and
appetites, Tyrion had given him and his men a pouch of gold to enjoy
a night on the town before taking up their duties in his guard. It
hadn't taken long for the giant brute and his band of sadists to stir
trouble in one of the finer taverns of the city when they tried to get
too frisky with the serving wenches, which ended in a brawl breaking
out that resulted with quite a few men being severely injured.
When the band of thugs had been brought before the court to stand
trial, the Mountain acted as expected and demanded a trial by
combat to resolve the matter. The monster of a knight's brutal
reputation was known through the realm and very few men
possessed the might, skill and courage to challenge him in battle.
Counting on this fact, the elder Clegane brother had hoped that both
he and his companions would be set free when no one stepped forth
to answer the challenge.
However, Gregor was not aware that the entire series of events was
the result of a plan devised to engineer this particular outcome, so
that Prince Oberyn could step in as champion for the Mountain's
accusers.
And so, a trial by combat had been scheduled for later in the week,
with Red Viper eager to avenge his late sister's murder at the hands
of the brutal knight. This in turn, brought them to this current
situation.
"A kind offer, your grace, but I've been preparing for this moment for
eighteen long years," Oberyn said with determination filling his voice
and eyes. "The Mountain will crumble into pieces against my spear.
And finally, Dorne and my beloved sister will receive justice and
peace."
"Aye, I'm sure of it," Robert replied in an earnest tone. "Another
reason for me asking you here is that so I could offer a much belated
apology for my part in this delay of justice."
The King's sincere words and visage of regret was a surprise to the
Dornish party, who were seeing a never-before-seen side to the
famed Demon of the Trident.
"I could go on about how I allowed my anger and hatred for the
Dragons blind me to the truth and need for justice when Ser Gregor
and the late Lord Tywin's committed a great crime against House
Martell," the King began to explain. "But the truth is that the pain of
losing Lyanna was so overwhelming that I wanted everyone remotely
connected to the Targaryens to know the agony that I was feeling.
Regardless of whether they deserved it or not."
"I know that my words are of little comfort or value to you but I hope
you believe that they are sincere in intent," the Baratheon added,
regret coloring his tone. "I won't ask for your forgiveness because I
know that I don't deserve it. But I will promise you this, that if there is
ever anything that you need of me and the Crown, you need only
ask."
For the first time in a long while, the sharp tongue of the Dornish
vipers was silenced as they weighed Robert Baratheon's words.
Through years of experience and his travels across the world,
Oberyn's ability to distinguish truth from lies was quite spot on in
such matters and so the Dornishman knew that the Stag was being
truthful.
If Oberyn was being honest with himself, a part of him understood
Robert's point of view. A fact that unsettled the Martell Prince as for a
long time, he had spent loathing the man for his inaction in granting
justice to his late sister. However, the loathing towards Robert
Baratheon was nothing in comparison to his hatred and anger
towards the Dragons and Lions. With Tywin Lannister and Rhaegar
Targaryen taking the blunt of the ire.
Much to Oberyn's chagrin, both men were now dead and with them,
so was his chance at vengeance as well.
'Curse the lions and dragons. Especially, that silver fool, Rhaegar.
His obsession with prophecies is what caused this entire mess to
begin with. Not to mention my elder brother who values his plans
and ambitions more than his own kin,' Oberyn seethed in his
thoughts. 'I'll never admit it, but I'm grateful to the Stag King for
killing insufferable Targaryen fool at the Trident.'
Breaking the uncomfortable silence and Oberyn's musings that had
set in after Robert's apology, Nymeria Sand proposed a friendly spar
between the Sand Snakes and the Demon of the Trident.
"An excellent idea, Nym! We've all heard the tales of the battles at
Pyke and in the far North," Ellaria Sand chimed in, voicing support
for the challenge.
"Aye, what say you, King Robert? Does the Stag dare to cross
blades with the Viper's daughters?" Oberyn said playfully, failing to
keep the challenge from seeping into his tone.
"Well, I'm inclined to accept. I never back down from a challenge,
especially one issued by such lovely ladies," Robert said with a
roguish smile, that sent heat flares through the bodies of the
mischievous bastard daughters of the Red Viper along with his
paramour. All of whom struggled to keep the red blush from coloring
their cheeks.
'By Mother Rhoyne, I can see why he has so many mistresses. His
smile alone is enough to weaken a woman's knees,' Ellaria Sand
mused to herself as both the Sand Snakes and King Robert picked
up the sparring weapons from the racks and took their fighting
stances.
Obara Sand, the eldest of the Oberyn's bastard brood, was the first
of Robert's adversaries to launch the first attack. Robert avoided the
sweeps of her spear easily on account of his superhuman reflexes
and agility, before grabbing hold of the shaft, with a powerful tug, he
yanked both the spear and Obara forward, knocking her off balance
which resulted in her crumbling on the ground.
"Going to have to do a lot better than that if you intend to test me,"
Robert commented with a smug look, annoying his opponents who
were still recovering at his impressive display of strength and agility.
Nymeria Sand was up next as her whip shot out, in an attempt to nail
Robert head on, who managed to block the attack before it smacked
into him. Her second attempt received greater success as the whip
wrapped around the King. For a moment, the Martell bastard born of
a Volantene noble smiled, thinking that she had cornered her
opponent.
"Not feeling so confident now, are you?" Nymeria asked tauntingly.
"Oh, I wouldn't be certain about that," Robert responded with a
devious little smile.
Before Nymeria could fire a comeback response, Robert had
somehow knocked her off, causing her to flip down onto the ground.
It all happened so fast that Nymeria could barely comprehend what
had happened.
"And then there was one," Robert said confidently, while eyeing his
final opponent, Tyene Sand who took a deep breath to shake off the
shock at the ease with which the King had bested her elder sisters.
The blonde beauty was the deadliest of the Sand Snakes, despite
her gentle appearance, Robert recalled the description of Oberyn's
offspring from his spies as Tyene adjusted her stance, before
charging towards him, her knives at the ready. Robert dodged the
attacks with swift precision.
"I can do this all day, and all night," Robert said, sounding almost
amused by her attempts. "If you're holding back, Lady Sand, now's
the time to kick it up a notch."
Letting her temper get the better of her, Tyene decided to cheat and
sent a discreet signal to her defeated sisters, who gauged her intent.
Tyene attempted to restrain Robert from behind, using a distraction
created by her sisters, only to have Robert grab hold of her before
flipping her off of his back. She managed to stick a rather firm
landing and returned the strike with a kick without missing a beat.
Tyene could have sworn that the kick had connected, but after
gaining her bearings once again, she observed the King lazily
standing at a distance.
Loathed as she was to admit it, Tyene was most impressed by the
King's prowess. And she would have voiced her thoughts, if he had
not made her look like a fool in front of her father and siblings.
"Stand your ground!" Tyene yelled in frustration.
"Doesn't a warrior use all of the tools at his disposal, no matter how
unfair it may seem to his opponent?" Robert said teasingly,
reminding Tyene of one of her father's earliest lessons.
Growing up, she and her siblings had heard her father and uncle rant
on and on, about the drunk Stag many a times. It led to her and the
others forming an image of the King of the Seven Kingdoms in their
minds. But the reports and tales in recent years had cast doubt on
that picture, which had been completely shattered after today's
experience.
Tyene could finally understand of how this one man had manged to
topple the dynasty of Dragonlords and win numerous legendary
victories in the following years.
Snapping out of her awe, Tyene rolled back onto her feet, and hurled
a dagger towards the King. With little to no effort, Robert swatted the
dagger away with his sword, with a smile plastered upon his face.
Tyene flipped over him and tried to grab him around the arm. She
made her way to deliver a very subtle nerve pinch takedown, to slow
him down. Only, she didn't quite find his nerve ending before Robert
flipped her over onto the ground.
The blonde Sand Snake landed with a crunch and with lightning-fast
reflexes, Robert pinned had Tyene pinned to the ground. After her
brief period of futile struggle, Robert's last opponent yielded the fight.
"I'm speechless… most impressive, your grace," Oberyn said as he
clapped enthusiastically, applauding the Baratheon King's skill and
ability.
"I hope this teaches all of you a much-needed lesson," Oberyn said
to his daughters, bidding them to congratulate the King on his win.
Truthfully, he was grateful to the Stag for humbling his daughters. It
was lesson that was much needed in their case, if the sour
expressions and pouts were anything to go by.
'They need to learn how to school their features to conceal their
feelings and thoughts.' Oberyn thought to himself. 'A snake blends in
the grass and surrounding before striking its prey.'
"Your father is right, girls. Never underestimate your opponent," his
paramour added, before directing her gaze back at Robert.
"Impressive performance, your grace," Ellaria stated, the lust in her
gaze and voice clearly evident. "Do you always wield your weapon
with such skill and power?"
To anyone else, the comment of the Prince's paramour was about
Robert's battle ability. But he did not need psychic powers to
decipher the racy meaning of her words.
'By the Gods! Say what you will about the Dornish, but they breed a
special kind of woman in those barren sands,' Robert surmised as
he admired Ellaria's beautiful form.
Looking at the dark-haired vivacious bastard daughter of Hellholt,
Robert's mind flashed back to another Dornish beauty.
Princess Elia Martell tip toed around the darkened grounds of
Harrenhal, knowing that the slightest of slips would result in her
being discovered. She was both afraid of being caught and excited
of the prospect of being caught. It led to some kind of duel of
thoughts in her mind as one part of her consciousness reveled in the
thrill of the secrecy and sneaking around while another part was
terrified at being discovered which would lead to dire consequences
for both her and her fool of a husband.
'Damn both Aerys and Rhaegar to the seven hells. One's paranoia
and the other's foolish obsession with prophecy have forced me to
take such risks,' Elia thought, drawing her thick cloak and hood over
further while skulking around like a common thief between the tents
of the lords and knights.
While avoiding detection and moving through the shadows, Elia
thought back to how she had got to this point.
It all started with her Princely husband's machinations as always.
Secretly fund the tourney through Lord Whent to gather all the lords
of Westeros in one spot and then hold a secret great council in a bid
to garner support to remove Aerys from the throne. Though
treasonous in nature, Rhaegar's plan had been both sound and
necessary when one considered the King's growing paranoia and
cruelty. The Mad King saw conspiracies and traitors everywhere,
including among his own family.
Everything had been going so well, all the lords of Westeros had
gathered for the tourney as Rhaegar intended and her husband's
popularity among them would make gathering their support for his
plan a much easier task. And for once, Elia had allowed hope for a
better future take root in her heart.
But the old adage of, when men make plans the gods laugh as they
watch them crumble into dust, had never proven truer when to both
her and everyone else's surprise, the reclusive King showed up to
attend the tourney. And with Aerys's arrival, all of Rhaegar's plans
had gone up in flames.
Then to worsen the situation, her princely husband had decided to
shame her and anger the lords of the North and Stormlands by
crowning Lyanna Stark as his Queen of love and beauty over Elia. A
great scandal that not only damaged Rhaegar's reputation and
goodwill among the nobility but also alienated two potential allies for
their bid to overthrow Aerys. The only person who seemed to be
pleased by Rhaegar's dishonorable actions was his lunatic of a
father, who delighted in the stir caused by his eldest son.
Elia had learned early on in her marriage that she and Rhaegar
would never share great love and passion. Their relationship was
born of duty and necessity and that was all that it would ever be. Yet,
that was the lot of many a noblewoman in life and so Elia had tried to
make the best of the situation. In time, both she and Rhaegar had
formed a friendship and mutual respect for each other. They had
even reached an arrangement in which both were free to pursue
other amorous relationships in secret while maintaining the visage of
perfect couple in the eyes of the realm.
Elia was still trying to understand the reason behind Rhaegar's
crowning of Lyanna Stark. If her husband wished to court a
paramour, she would not begrudge him the companionship. But his
pursuit of a maid who was not only the daughter of the Warden of
the North but also the betrothed of his own cousin, the Lord
Paramount of the Stormlands was both confusing and reckless. By
placing his attention on the Stark girl, Rhaegar had not only offended
the North and Stormlands but also alienated Elia's family along with
Dorne in general.
Which brought Elia to her current predicament, she needed to
smooth things over with her family before they departed back to their
homeland. Dorne could not back out of Rhaegar's plan, if not for the
sake of the good of the realm, then to ensure the safety of both
herself and her children.
Deciding to take advantage of the fact that the two of them kept
separate bedchambers, and her understandable displeasure towards
her husband, Elia decided to sneak out to meet with her family in
secret that night. She had even asked her beloved uncle and
designated Kingsguard, Prince Lewyn Martell to stand guard outside
her chambers to pull off the illusion that she was within. One could
never disregard the fact that her good-father's spies were lurking
about in the shadows.
Elia rounded another corner, barely avoiding a pair of drunk knights
who were too deep in their cups to notice her presence. Her dark
black hair had been done up in such a way, to allow her one hundred
percent visibility in all directions. The simple, dark cloak and hood
helped her blend into the night and shadows. And on the off chance
that she came across someone, her dress beneath the cloak was a
racy dornish number, showing just enough skin that they would
mistake her for a common wench.
At this late hour, most men would be too intoxicated to recognize her,
especially when one considered that the wife of the Crown Prince
never wore such revealing attire, despite her dornish roots. Though
she lacked the generous busts and legs that her friend, Ashara had
been blessed with, her petite frame and soft features were still quite
sufficient in gaining the attention of men. Right now, being mistaken
for a common whore walking the grounds was the perfect cover for
Elia. But this was a disguise that she had no intention of putting to
the test.
Elia sighed and made her way towards the edge of the grounds, with
the pale moonlight illuminating the path ahead. Her heart raced like a
Dornish sand steed despite no one being in sight.
Suddenly, a hand gripped her by the shoulder from behind, causing
Elia to gasp.
"Well, what do we have here?"
Elia turned around and took in the sight of her captor. She had
grouped the people that she could have run into during her little
adventure into two separate categories. The former were the ones
who would seek reward and favors in exchange for staying silent,
while the latter would simply turn her over to the King, in hopes of
currying favor.
But Elia Martell could not decide on which group, the man before her
would fall into. Robert Baratheon, the Lord of Storm's End was quite
famed across the realm for numerous reasons. Be it his young age
and status as a Lord Paramount to the Stormlands. Be it his rugged
looks and prowess as mighty warrior who wielded his war hammer
with the ease and skill that few across the realm could boast of. Be it
his blood ties with House Targaryen or his future nuptials with House
Stark's only beloved daughter. Yes, everyone knew who the young
Stag was.
Due to his status as cousin to Rhaegar, Robert was among the few
who could claim closeness with the royal family. Through their
handful prior interactions with him, Elia could tell that Robert had no
fondness for Aerys. But with Rhaegar's recent slight towards him and
his betrothed, the Baratheon lord was no fan of her husband either at
the moment.
'Should she lie to him or be honest and try to bring him in on the
coup against Aerys?' Elia struggled to make a decision.
"Princess Elia Martell, wife of the Crown Prince. I am surprised to
find you here at this late hour," Robert said as he looked at Elia with
a raised eyebrow.
"Greeting, Lord Robert," Elia said. "What are you doing out here?"
"I could ask the same thing of you," Robert said. "Especially since
this is a long way from the castle and you are traveling without a
guard, moving across the ground like a thief trying to escape
detection."
"You should know better, Princess. It can be dangerous for a young
woman at this hour," Robert said, a gush of wind briefly granting him
a brief look at her racy attire. "Especially, one dressed as you are at
the moment. If I'm being honest, I didn't think that such garb was to
your taste."
"And why not? Have you forgotten that I am a Dornish Princess by
birth," Elia stated in indignation, feeling the inexplicable need to
defend her wardrobe to the Storm Lord.
"I did not mean any offense, Princess. In fact, you should dress like
that more often. It would put an end to the tiresome gossip of a frail
and plain looking Crown Princess," Robert said, stepping closer
towards Elia, causing her heart to beat rapidly.
"Not to mention, your silver prick of a husband might stop chasing
after other men's betroths," he added with a little bite.
Elia frowned, as the thought of her husband's slight was brought
back to the forefront of her mind. But the Dornish Princess had heard
enough about the young Stag, that he was the last person who
should be casting aspersions at someone for pursuing other men's
wives and betroths.
"Though I understand the source of your upset mood, Lord Robert, I
would have thought that you would show your royal cousin a little
more understanding, given your own actions," Elia said. "Lady Dayne
is a childhood friend along with being my lady in waiting. We share
all our inner most thoughts and secrets."
"As to the reason for me roaming the grounds at this late hour
without an escort, is because I have a personal meeting to attend
and it requires a certain level of discretion especially given the King's
presence," she explained, deciding to invent a lie of how she was
meeting a paramour of her own.
She went to inform Robert about her agreement with Rhaegar in
such matters and her need for the rendezvous given all that had
transpired recently. Elia also spoke of how Aerys's presence and the
need to preserve her reputation demanded such secrecy. Hoping
that her false tale was plausible enough for the Stag to believe her
"I think that you will be willing to keep my secret, my lord. After all,
those who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones at the homes
of others," the dark-haired Martell Princess added smugly, leveling
an unsaid threat of exposing Robert's dalliance with Ashara to his
own betrothed.
"I understand quite well, your highness. Though, you should know
that I don't keep secrets from my future wife either," Robert informed
Elia, the futility of her veiled threat. "Not to mention, I practice a great
degree of discretion in my extracurricular activities, unlike your
husband."
Elia fumed internally while she tried to come up with another way to
buy Robert's silence. But her mind failed to come up with a solution.
Meanwhile, Elia could feel the Stormlord's deep blue eyes on her.
She swallowed and wondered what was going to happen next.
"Lord Robert, I'll do anything if you swear to keep my late-night
excursion a secret," Elia said pleadingly. She leaned forward and
pressed a hand on his chest. "Anything?"
Her statement intrigued Robert, causing him to raise an eyebrow in
response. Robert had been stewing in anger at the Crown Prince's
slight to both him and his beloved She-wolf. If it had been any other
man, his face would have met Robert's fists the moment it
happened. But Robert knew that dealing with royalty was tricky and
needed to be done with caution.
Unable to calm his tempestuous thoughts, Robert decided to walk
the grounds, hoping the cool night air would help soothe his temper.
And through some hap stance of fate, Robert had been presented
with the chance to avenge his insult, in the form of Rhaegar's wife.
"Anything?" Robert said, flashing Elia a very suggestive look.
Elia immediately realized what she had said and winced, after
understanding what the young Stag was asking of her. Though
utterly shameful and scandalous in nature, Robert's demand was
intriguing to her, to say the least.
'There are far worse fates than an evening of a passion with a strong
and handsome lord. And if Ashara's description of his skills were
accurate by even half, then it was certainly an experience that was
worth the risk involved.' Elia thought to herself. 'Besides, Payback is
only fair after the way Rhaegar had behaved.'
"You did say anything?" Robert asked, interrupting her musings.
"Didn't you, Princess?"
She did not like the look in his eyes, as if he knew what she was
thinking. Elia tilted her head for an instant and responded with a
reluctant nod.
"Follow me," Robert promptly gripped her hand with a smile as he
led her away from the spot.
Elia's legs moved in an obedient manner, following Robert as they
swiftly moved in the shadows and soon arrived at the Stormlord's
pavilion. The Baratheon lord's tent possessed all the luxurious
trappings and furnishings that befitted a high lord of Robert's station.
"Get on your knees."
Robert spoke with such a commanding tone that Elia obeyed without
hesitation. She dropped down onto her knees in front of him and
reached over, to unbuckle his breeches.
"I didn't even have to tell you what to do?" Robert asked. "Are all you
Dornish women, whores at heart?"
Elia stopped and frowned, feeling irritation at his insulting words. But
those feelings vanished when Robert's breeches slipped down and
she noticed his cock, which was pretty large despite not being fully
erect.
"Since you seem so eager, it would be a shame to let this mouth go
to waste," Robert said. "And I can tell that you've been looking for a
way to stick it to that silver fool that you call husband, haven't you?"
Elia tried to deny it, but the state of her pretty much betrayed her
lustful feelings to Robert, to the point where she could not argue
back. She eyed his throbbing cock with a hungry look dancing
through her dark eyes.
She licked the head of his cock and decided to go a bit more. She
gave him a full licking from the head all the way to the base. She
wrapped a hand around him and pumped him to make sure he was
nice and hard to go into her mouth.
The warmth of Elia's mouth surrounded Robert's throbbing cock. He
gritted his teeth the second that her throat surrounded his aching
member. Elia went almost all the way down onto his manhood and
took him deep inside her throat. She moaned in content and started
to bob her mouth up and down on him.
"Suck my cock, my little snake!" Robert said heatedly. "Suck it like
it's your job. Suck it like my cum is the only thing you have left to live
for."
Elia deep-throated Robert, as much as she could of him anyway. Her
hand grabbed Robert's balls and squeezed them. As she stroked
him, Elia's nether regions grew wet at the thought of him spilling the
contents of his balls down her throat.
Robert noticed the lust in Elia's eyes and decided to give her what
she wanted. He grabbed her face and forced his cock into her
mouth. Elia moaned in delight and Robert used her mouth as his
own personal cum hole and she responded with some deep sucks.
"You like being used like a whore, don't you?" Robert asked. "You
like me using your mouth? I bet you're going to get off on choking on
my cum, aren't you?"
Elia reached up to grab his swollen balls and squeezed them. She
wanted his thick seed to pour down her throat. Robert hung onto her
dark locks, while pumping his cock into her mouth. Elia hummed and
accepted his thick and throbbing member to go in and out of her
mouth as he pushed into her throat.
"Your tight throat feels so good," Robert said. "I'm going to choke you
on my cum. But you'd get off on that, wouldn't you, you little Dornish
slut?"
Elia felt disgust not just at the Storm lord's humiliating words but also
at how much they stoked her inner fire, making her rub her thighs
together in response. Robert choked the Dornish viper with his
snake of a member as his balls fired their load into Elia's waiting
throat. She sucked it all up with hunger dancing from her eyes.
Robert grabbed onto her head and spilled his waiting load into her
throat.
Even after she had sucked up the contents of his balls, the lust
would not leave her body. In fact, it only grew with the more cum that
she tasted.
Robert pulled his cock away from her lips. Elia licked some of the
dribbling cum off of her lips and showed him the cum before she
swallowed it. Robert motioned for her to stand to her feet.
"Remove your skirt and small clothes," Robert commanded and
watched Elia do as she was told, before cupping her pussy in his
hand.
Elia gasped as Robert manipulated her folds with his fingers. Her
inner folds had been rubbed and Robert worked his finger into her
better than most men could work a cock. She tried to grind on him to
get an orgasm.
But Robert pulled away from her with a smile. His fingers were
coated with her trickling juices as Robert pointed them towards her
mouth.
"Suck them."
Elia eagerly complied and took Robert's fingers into her mouth,
sucking them hard. She tasted herself and it only inflamed her pussy
even more.
Despite being a Dornish Princess and the sister of the famed Red
Viper whose prowess on the battlefield and in the bedroom was
known through the land, her own carnal experiences had been quite
limited and benign, if she was being honest with herself.
Robert withdrew his fingers from her mouth and Elia looked up at
him. She undid the laces of her dress and revealed her perky
breasts to him.
"Your tongue can charm the clothes of women, Lord Baratheon," Elia
said. "But is it as skilled in other matters as well?"
"Challenge accepted, Princess," Robert replied with a swat on her
ass. "You want me to eat your pussy, don't you?"
"Lick my dirty pussy out," Elia moaned as she rode her own fingers,
until Robert pulled them away.
"Only I'm allowed to make you cum during this encounter," Robert
said. "I'll decide your pleasure, and I'm in control of when you
orgasm and how many times. Understood?"
"Yes," Elia said with a shudder.
Her nipples stood up and Robert reached over. He pinched one of
her hardened nubs and sent a jolt of pleasure through her body.
Robert moved down towards the moist oasis of the Dornish Princess
and started to lick Elia's pussy. He wound her up for what he knew
would be an amazing conclusion. His tongue rotated around her
insides and brought some juices out of her.
Elia enjoyed the tongue, and concluded that Robert was greatly
skilled in the oral arts. Despite being a descent of the Valyrian
dragonlords, Rhaegar's bedroom skills were quite limited and
mundane. In an instant, without warning, Robert's tongue began to
vibrate. It hissed in Elia's pussy and caused her orgasm to rise into
her body.
"Not yet."
Robert stated as he pulled away from her, before Elia reached her
edge. Elia whined and Robert responded by running his fingernail
across her petite body. His finger brushed against her nether lips that
were already on the edge. He repeated his actions several times and
Robert enjoyed the control he had over Elia. The Stormlord teased
Rhaegar's wife by bringing her close towards an orgasm each time,
only to yank it away from her.
Elia could not believe the power that Robert held over her being.
Each orgasm, she thought this would be the one, and then she
learned something new.
Robert's tongue struck her nerve endings after almost an hour of
constant tease and denial. Elia's body shuddered with the pure force
of multiple backed up orgasms. Her hips vibrated to coat Robert's
face with her sticky juices. He pulled away from her with a smile.
Elia's swollen lips pointed up towards Robert and they spread,
begging for his intrusion and attention. Robert pressed his fingers
against her dripping entrance, causing her to gasp the more that he
played with her centre.
"You want to be fucked, don't you?" Robert asked. "And hard?"
Elia wondered what kind of foolish question that was. She was about
to say as much. But remembered that she was face to face with
someone who could make it a very dry day for her if he decided to.
Robert hovered over her and his cock positioned over her entrance.
"Don't you?" Robert asked. "Tell me how much you want to be
fucked?"
"Often," Elia responded. "And hard."
Robert slammed his cock into Elia. Despite her pussy being so wet
that it could bring life to her desert homeland, she could feel the
intrusion from Robert's large member. His thick cock speared into
her wet pussy and rose almost all of the way out of her. He plunged
in and out of her with an immense force.
For a brief moment, Elia feared that the Stormlord's manhood would
split her into two. But the thought vanished as lust clouded her mind
completely.
"Good, I'm glad you want my big cock. You've never had anything
like it before, have you? I can feel your pussy lips drooling for me. I
can feel you wrapped around me. It feels so fucking good to be
fucked cross-eyed, doesn't it?" Robert whispered into her ear.
Elia dug her nails into the side of Robert's shoulder and nodded.
Robert penetrated her with a few hard thrusts which worked into her
body as her wet walls closed around him.
The orgasm almost reached her but Robert pulled away from her,
denying her once again. Elia almost moaned in response but Robert
placed a hand on her mouth to silence her protest.
"No whining," Robert said. "I'm the one who controls your pleasure.
Do you understand me?"
Elia could not deny Robert a second longer. She nodded and knew
she would get an orgasm, eventually. It would only be on his terms
and her entire body submitted to him.
Robert punished Elia's entire body for her husband's sins, relishing
in the opportunity as he did so. His balls filled up with the contents
which would be brought into her body. He could feel himself growing
even harder the further that he pushed himself into her body.
"Yes, I'm glad you finally understand me," Robert said while nibbling
on the side of her ear. "You understand who is in control, don't you?
And you know it's not you, don't you?"
Elia answered with a deep moan to both of those questions. Robert
brought her to another orgasm, almost the edge and he almost
pulled out of her.
Robert waited for Elia's body to settle and slammed into her again.
He worked her to the edge of another orgasm and pulled out again.
Robert repeated this process so many times that Elia had been
reduced to nothing but a whimpering, mewling wreck.
Would he allow her orgasm next time? She did not know and the fact
terrified her.
Robert's balls grew heavy and his cock throbbed because of how
much he worked Elia over. Her tightness closed around him. Robert
rose higher out of her and pushed into her, to the point where his
balls throbbed.
"Almost there," Robert said. "So close."
Again, Robert denied her the pleasure. Elia's body could feel the
backed-up orgasms which had been denied. She realized that
Robert would do something in a matter of moments which will really
blow her mind.
"Seven hells," she moaned in his ear. "Fuck me senseless."
"Don't worry, I'll knock whatever sense is within, right out of you."
Robert said with a grunt.
Robert's balls swelled and he knew his orgasm would be at hand
soon enough. He decided to slowly crack the dam inside of Elia's
being and release the flood gates. Elia hung onto Robert and
screamed so loud that it would have been heard across the tourney
grounds, if her partner had not muffled her mouth with his own in a
scorching lip lock. So many backed up orgasms hit her body at once,
and Elia felt the force of many rolled all into one.
"OH…. Fuck! That feels good!"
Robert grunted as he rode Elia's dripping wet cunt to a completion
and started to fire his load into her when her orgasm reached the
midway point. Elia's entire body seized up when Robert's huge load
entered her body. It filled her up so much that Elia was glad for her
stash of moon tea.
It had been a precautionary measure that both she and Rhaegar had
agreed upon, ever since the Maesters informed them that another
pregnancy would be of great risk to her health. However, the growing
distance between both her and Rhaegar over the past moons
coupled with his scandalous actions at the tourney, gave Elia little
cause to employ the contraceptive herb.
Soon enough, the rest of Elia's thoughts were knocked out of her
mind, with a hard and fast fucking performed by the rutting Stag
above her. Robert's balls sent their heavy load into her body and
filled her up so much that her pussy started to leak even before
Robert had pulled out of her.
"I think that concludes our business, your highness," Robert said
with a smug look plastered on his face. "If you wish, I can help escort
you to your rendezvous, so that you do not encounter any other
hassles along the way."
"But I'm confident that all your needs have been met by me," the
young Stag added, confidence lacing his voice.
Elia nodded in response as she was still recovering the warm flush
that flooded her body. She would meet with her brother another time,
because if she showed up now, Oberyn would be able to smell the
sex off her. It was one of his natural gifts.
And so, after sufficiently cleaning up, Robert guided her back to the
castle discreetly. Displaying his own unique brand of chivalry, the
Baratheon lord promised to keep their passionate encounter a secret
till his last day.
As the Crown Prince's wife made her way back to her bedchamber,
she could not help but smile like a giddy child who had gotten away
with stealing a treat from the kitchen.
'After all these years, it looks like Ashara and I finally have
something to compare notes on,' Elia mused as she recalled her
shared passion with Robert Baratheon.
End of Flashback
"King Robert, we were planning to visit Chataya's fine establishment
later today. Perhaps, you would like to join us," Oberyn said, bringing
Robert's mind back to the present.
"A kind offer and one that I would normally accept but I have prior
commitments for the rest of the day. Another time maybe, perhaps to
celebrate your victory over the Mountain," Robert replied and the
Martell Prince nodded in return.
"Since we are being honest with each other, I feel that I should
inform you that I intend to drag young Trystane with me as well for
out little outing," the Red Viper said to Robert. "The boy is a
Dornishman, but takes after his father in too many ways. He needs
to learn that there is more to life than tedious politics and statecraft."
"You'll find no argument from me on that matter," Robert responded
with a chuckle. "While I wish for my future good-son to treat my
daughter honorably, we both know that a young noble man should
indulge in his appetites every now and again."
"It is a truth of life that Myrcella has been educated well in by both
her mother and myself," he added, causing pleased looks to break
across the faces of the Dornish party.
The casual conversation went on for a bit and Oberyn was surprised
with how much he had in common with the Stag King as they spoke
on matters of love, passion and enjoying a good time. During his
talks, Oberyn took note that not only did his beloved paramour and
daughters share in his appreciation of the King's nature. But if he
was reading their body language and eye gestures correctly, they
wished to get to know Robert Baratheon more intimately. And the
feeling mutual on the King's side as well.
'This trip might prove to be more fruitful than expected,' Oberyn
surmised to himself.