Love in God's Wood

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Jaehaerys Targaryen

As Jae ventured through the woods, he saw the Weirwood Tree. The tree's bark, as pale as moonlight. Yet, the intricate carving at the tree's heart truly captured Jae's attention, where a solemn face emerged from the gnarled knots and grooves of the wood. Legends whispered that the Children of the Forest had skillfully etched these haunting faces into each Weirwood Tree.

Jae knew his mother's faith was the old gods; the Seven was the faith practiced in Dorne. Jae never saw himself as someone who paid attention to the faith much; he knew its rules, and that was it. He didn't practice it much, if at all.

As Jae stood before the Weirwood Tree, its ancient trunk weathered by time and adorned with crimson leaves. The air was still, but he was suddenly jolted from his reverie by the faint sound of footsteps echoing through the wintry landscape. Instinctively, he turned, his gaze meeting Arianne's as she gracefully approached him, each step punctuated by the soft crunch of snow beneath her boots.

Jae's lips curled into a genuine smile the moment he laid eyes on Arianne, unable to resist the pull of her captivating beauty. His gaze was irresistibly drawn to her face, where her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky. But it was her lips, oh, those luscious lips, that held an irresistible allure for him. Beckoning him closer, and he knew deep down that he could never tire of kissing them. As Arianne approached him, a sweet smile mirrored on her face.

"My Prince, what are you doing here all alone? What if a dangerous animal found you?" Arianne teased with a smile as she looked at his purple eyes playfully.

"Well, Ghost is nearby, and now I'm not alone," Jae spoke with a deep dornish voice. As the sound reached Arianne's ears, it seemed to weave its way into the depths of her soul, causing her breath to hitch and her heart to quicken. A rush of warmth flooded her cheeks, transforming them into rosy hues that betrayed the intensity of her emotions.

At that moment, her knees faltered, weakened by the sheer power of his voice and the mesmerizing timbre that held her captive. But it wasn't just his voice that captivated her. Jae's intense gaze, like molten gold, pierced through her defenses. Drawing her closer to him with an irresistible gravitational pull. As his strong arm encircled her waist, a shiver coursed through her spine, and she found herself yielding to the magnetism of his presence. She found solace, strength, and a sense of belonging in embracing Jae's muscular body.

"Jae," Arianne's voice trembled with pleasure as she uttered Jae's name. Jae, their eyes locked in a passionate gaze, began a tantalizing journey of kisses, starting with Arianne's soft cheek and descending slowly, deliberately, exploring every inch of her delicate skin. The trail of Jae's affectionate lips reached a crescendo as they reached the exquisite curve of Arianne's neck, where they indulged in a succulent, lingering kiss, causing a chorus of pleasurable sounds to escape her parted lips. Arianne's desire intensified with each passing moment, aching between her thighs as waves of longing washed over her, leaving her in a state of blissful surrender.

"I can never get enough of you, Ari." Jae spoke deeply, causing Ari's body to quiver in anticipation. As his velvety words danced through the air, a symphony of pleasure cascaded down her spine, igniting a fire within her. With a tender touch, his hands glided down the delicate fabric of her dress, unveiling the breathtaking sight of her ample, bare bosom.

Jae wasted no time in delicately caressing the ample curves of Arianne's bosom. As his fingers danced across her supple skin, a symphony of moans escaped her lips, echoing through the air. With each fervent kiss, Jae worshipped her breasts, bestowing upon them the devotion and adoration they truly deserved. Like a fire trail, his lips traced every contour and crevice until they stumbled upon her pert, rigid nipples. There, his skillful tongue delicately licked and teased, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Arianne's body, manifesting in an exquisite symphony of moans that filled the God's Wood. Overwhelmed with ecstasy, her hands instinctively found their way to Jae's head, their fingers entwined in his hair, pulling him closer to her exposed chest.

Jae's lips tenderly met Arianne's other breast, caressing it with adoration and reverence. The air was filled with a tantalizing mix of warmth and anticipation as the cool touch of the surrounding air sent shivers down Arianne's naked body, heightening her senses. With each gentle stroke of Jae's hand, delicately gliding down the contours of her dress, Arianne's pleasure intensified. The intensity reached its peak as Jae's fervent sucking on her nipple ignited a fiery response within her, causing her to release an uncontrollable, passionate moan that echoed throughout the air.

Despite being drunk with lust, Arianne understood where they were, and with a surge of unwavering determination, she summoned the strength to articulate her thoughts in a trembling whisper, "Here?" Her voice, though meek, carried a knowingness, for she comprehended the gravity of their surroundings. Deep within her, she acknowledged the prudence of seeking shelter, of finding solace within four walls. And yet, a daring facet of her yearning for something more audacious, a primal longing for Jae to ravish her in this very spot, heedless of prying eyes or societal norms.

"Here!" The word erupted from Jae's lips, carrying with it a raw, primal desire that sent shivers down Arianne's spine. He pulled her close in a swift, passionate motion, his hands entangled in her tresses as he leaned in for a kiss. Their lips met in a collision of heat and intensity, merging into a passionate dance of tongues and shared breaths. At that moment, Jae's dominance was undeniable, his tongue boldly exploring the depths of Arianne's mouth, leaving her powerless to resist his fervor. Each moan escaping Arianne's lips was a testament to the overwhelming pleasure she derived from his commanding presence.

With a gentle yet deliberate movement, his hands gracefully glided from the mesmerizing curvature of her breasts, traversing the supple landscape of her back and tracing the delicate contours of her spine. In a display of possession and desire, he bestowed upon each cheek an affectionate yet firm squeeze, perfectly synchronized with the fervent meeting of their lips. In response, she willingly surrendered to the intoxicating kiss, actively engaged in reciprocation, while allowing him the pleasure of passionately exploring the depths of her mouth with his tantalizing tongue, all while his hands continued their affectionate and assertive grip upon her posterior.

As he uttered the command, "Down on your knees," the words dripped with an undeniable air of authority, leaving no room for negotiation or doubt. In response, she gracefully descended, her body folding like a delicate flower, surrendering herself to his desires. With unwavering determination, her hands instinctively reached out, eagerly unraveling the intricate fabric of his breeches while he, in turn, focused on unfastening the buttons adorning his doublet. Laced with pride and affection, his voice whispered, "You are such a good girl, Ari."

In a matter of moments, his pants vanished, leaving him exposed. With an air of anticipation, his throbbing manhood sprang forth. She delicately cupped his impressive length in her hands, marveling at its firmness and velvety texture. The corners of her lips curled into a mischievous smile. Starting at the pinnacle of his cock, she planted tender kisses upon the tip, savoring the taste of his essence. Slowly, she traced a path of sensual devotion, moving downward with tantalizing precision, bestowing adoring kisses and gentle flicks of her tongue upon every inch of his pulsating manhood. Her exploration knew no bounds as she descended further and further, finally reaching the ultimate destination of ecstasy—the tender and sensitive balls nestled beneath, which she caressed with tender affection.

With utmost care and devotion, she ensured that no part of his manhood was left unattended. Gracefully, she delicately held his throbbing member aside, opening up a world of pleasure for her to explore. Her tongue skillfully caressed his sac, lavishing each orb with tantalizing attention, savoring the sensations evoked. The rhythm of her ministrations was a symphony of desire as she alternated between the two, bestowing equal adoration upon each. Finally, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she withdrew slightly, focusing her undivided attention on the crown of his manhood, her tongue dancing upon its velvety apex, teasing, tantalizing.

In an unexpected moment, his hand swiftly found its way to the back of her head, his grip firm yet possessive. With a surge of primal desire, he boldly pressed himself against her parted lips, his essence intertwining with the sweet taste of her surrender. A symphony of pleasure echoed through her being, each moans a testament to the intoxicating allure of his dominant presence.

She willingly surrendered to the exhilarating sensation of his substantial member, which tenderly explored the depths of her mouth. In the intricate tapestry of their desires, she reveled in the profound sense of devotion that compelled her to fulfill his every wish. He was her king, after all; she loved how he looked at her, how his eyes would smile at her; she loved everything about him; she found no problem serving him and fulfilling every wish he might have.

Jae firmly grasped the luscious strands of her ebony hair, untamed curls, as his hands expertly guided her head, seamlessly synchronizing her motions with his own rhythmic thrusts. He plunged his hardened member deeper into the warm sanctuary of her willing mouth, venturing down the depths of her throat, causing waves of ecstasy to wash over her, igniting a symphony of unbridled delight in her very being.

As Arianne found herself caught in the throes of passion, she couldn't suppress an involuntary gag that escaped her lips. The raw, unapologetic roughness he exuded in these intimate moments was a source of immense pleasure for her.

With unwavering determination, he maintained a resolute grip, propelling his hips rhythmically and repetitively, compelling his hardened member to plunge assertively into the depths of her throat. In a symphony of conflicting sensations, she found herself constrained to rely on her nasal passages for precious breath as the amalgamation of gagging and unabashed moans intermingled, intertwining pleasure and surrender.

She gazed into his eyes with a mixture of desire and vulnerability, her dark, captivating eyes welling up with tears as a potent cocktail of sensations overwhelmed her. Saliva and drool cascaded down her chin, tracing a path of submission and uncontrollable pleasure. He ravished her delicate face with relentless force, thrusting his powerful masculinity deep into her throat. Each vigorous penetration was accompanied by the rhythmic symphony of his testicles smacking against her quivering chin, igniting a primal fire within her that consumed all inhibitions.

"I love your throat, Arianne," his words laced with a raw hunger. As he gently tugged on her luscious locks, his actions mirroring the forceful rhythm of the facefucking that brought her immense pleasure. Amidst the intoxicating symphony of their shared ecstasy, Arianne's moans harmonized with the melody of their desires.

Her voice transformed into a melodic symphony of passionate gasps and moans. As his conviction grew stronger, he grasped her firmly, guiding her mouth deeper onto his impressive length, reaching a depth where her tender lips gently caressed the very foundation of his cock.

"The most beautiful woman in the seven kingdoms down on her knees for me," he growled, smiling down into her lust-filled face. "You are a good girl." his words dripping with both praise and possession. Gratitude surged through his veins, compelling him to keep her head pressed against his throbbing cock. Arianne reveled in the depths of her pleasure, her lips and tongue expertly exploring every inch of his pulsating manhood, leaving no trace untouched.

With an intense desire burning within her, she yearned for the taste of his essence. Her head rhythmically bobbed, surrendering to the exhilarating dance of pleasure and submission.

She accelerated the rhythmic bobbing of her head, skillfully maneuvering back and forth along the length of his throbbing member.

"Good job, Princess," he exclaimed, his eyes now wide open and gazing deeply into hers, a mixture of admiration and desire simmering within. Undeterred by the intensity of the moment, she continued to lavish her lover's pulsating manhood with an exquisite combination of suction, licks, kisses, and tantalizing strokes, skillfully applying her expertise to send waves of indescribable pleasure coursing through his veins.

"Yes, that's it." As his fingers instinctively tightened their hold on her dark locks. In the midst of this intimate moment, a sudden warning pierced the air. "Arianne, it's coming!" Jae's urgent voice conveyed a sense of impending pleasure, and she could discern the subtle twitch of anticipation within him.

He unleashed a torrent of his essence, filling her mouth with his semen. She skillfully gulped down the velvety nectar, savoring every delectable drop that danced upon her tongue. With each swallow, waves of pleasure washed over her, her moans of ecstasy mingling with the decadent taste of his release.

Time seemed to stand still as she diligently devoured his essence, her throat accommodating the relentless flow with a voracious hunger. As if crafted by the gods themselves, the essence tantalized her senses. As the final surge of his desire coursed through him, he withdrew himself from her willing mouth; she showed him that she had gulped down every bit of his seed.

"Ari, you're a good girl, you have earned a reward," With genuine affection resonating in his voice, Jae praised Ari. A rush of anticipation surged through Arianne as his words reached her ears, causing her to shudder with excitement.

Jae effortlessly lifted her as if she were as light as a feather, their bodies now intimately close. Their lips met in a fervent kiss, eliciting a passionate moan from Arianne, surrendering herself completely to him. As he pressed her against the ancient Weirwood Tree, an aura of primal desire enveloped them, intensifying her longing. The mere thought of him taking her right there, in the sacred presence of the tree, awakened a profound craving within her that surpassed any previous experience of pleasure.

"Take me, my King. Take me like I was your whore," Arianne pleaded.

He positioned himself just at the threshold of her pussy lips. However, rather than plunging into the depths, he chose to tease her senses, tantalizing her with the tantalizing touch of his manhood, gliding it sensually along the delicate contours of her womanhood.

Arianne, her frustration mounting like a crescendo, whimpered against the sturdy trunk of the Weirwood Tree, her body aching for the long-awaited culmination. Finally, a breathless pause ensued, and the head of his throbbing shaft conquered the gates of her passionate sanctuary, ushering in a wave of blissful surrender.

"OHHHH, Yess!" she moaned in pleasure as he continued his passionate exploration. With each rhythmic thrust, she could feel the intoxicating rush of desire coursing through her veins. The forceful invasion of his throbbing manhood kindled a fire within her.

He extended his arm and firmly grasped her breasts, relishing in the sensation as they swayed and jiggled in perfect harmony with his vigorous thrusts into her form.

With a voice filled with admiration and yearning, Jae whispered affectionately to Ari amidst their intense fucking, "I love your breasts, Ari." As their bodies melded together, Ari's exquisite pleasure manifested itself through a symphony of moans, resonating with every touch and caress from Jae, who skillfully captured one of her delicate nipples in his mouth, savoring its taste with a gentle yet insatiable suction.

With an exhilarated cry, she declared, "I only belong to you!" Hearing those words, Jae growled as he pounded on her even faster, causing her to moan even more.

With each deliberate stroke and forceful plunge into the depths of her core, he unleashed a mesmerizing display of his dominance. The intensity of his touch ignited a blazing inferno within her. As her pleasure surged, cascading through every fiber of her being, she sensed an indomitable force swelling from deep within, an unstoppable wave of ecstasy that eclipsed any previous encounter. A symphony of pleasure erupted from her lips as she climaxed harder than ever before.

Jae's relentless thrusts reverberated through the air, their rhythm intensifying for what seemed like an eternity. With a sudden withdrawal, he liberated his throbbing manhood from the depths of her warm embrace. Arianne quickly was in front of the cock's head as he burst rope after rope of cum all over her flawless face. She moaned before she started wiping the cum on her face with her index finger; slowly, she licked it from her finger and did the same until she had swallowed every bit of his semen.

After experiencing a blissful climax, Arianne's breathless voice floated through the air, tinged with a mischievous undertone. "You know," she purred, her eyes sparkling with a devilish glimmer, "we should probably invite Alyanna. I don't think she would say no," As the waves of pleasure subsided, Arianne's voice carried a newfound confidence, drawing a deep, low groan from Jae. His reaction was a symphony of desire and approval.

"You think she would say yes?" Jae asked, his voice laced with anticipation as he observed Arianne. With a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, she slowly parted her luscious lips, unveiling the most captivating smile that could seduce anyone. Instantly, a surge of electricity coursed through Jae's veins, causing his heart to race and his body to respond with an undeniable, primal excitement.

"Ohh, she will beg for it. Just leave me a few moments with her, by tonight, you will have us both naked in your bed." As Arianne gracefully descended to her knees, a fervent promise escaped her lips, echoing through the air. With an air of captivating confidence, her hand delicately caressed the contours of his tantalizing manhood, igniting a surge of desire within him. As her tongue moistened her lips in subtle anticipation, she couldn't wait any longer.

"Ohh, Ari!" Jae's voice escaped in a low, breathless moan, a symphony of pleasure and surprise intermingling as Arianne's lips skillfully enveloped his throbbing member, her movements fluid and practiced. With a single, daring motion, she effortlessly took his entire cock into her warm, inviting mouth, the sensation sending a jolt of electric ecstasy coursing through Jae's body.

Oberyn Martell

Winterfell, Oberyn thought, he never imagined himself seeing this place; it was too cold for him. Before the rebellion, Oberyn never wanted to be in a frozen wasteland like The North; his blood was warm, too warm for this place, yet Oberyn found himself getting used to this kind of temperature much faster than he had thought.

The same couldn't be said for all of his daughters, especially Obara; she loathed the cold. The day didn't go without her complaining about the cold, saying she wanted to return to Dorne.

Tyene would often tease Obara, saying how she acted as if she was the toughest, yet a little snow was enough to defeat her. Nymeria was the only one who wasn't as bothered by the cold as his other daughters.

Nymeria was perhaps the wildest one; since arriving here, Nymeria had spent all her time getting to know everyone in Winterfell and spying on people often. Nymeria would say that Winterfell was important to her brother, and she would do whatever it was necessary for him to sit on the throne. Nymeria had also spent time with Lady Arya; according to her, Arya was just like a Dornish, except she didn't have the passion of one.

' "Do you think Jon will be a good king? I still remember when he used to chase after me and beg me to show him tricks with my spear," Obara spoke with a hint of melancholy as she spun her spear around with her hand.

"Jon is our brother, he will be the best king Westeros has seen," Nymeria declared with passion in her eyes and voice.

"The Stag won't just leave the Throne for him, he will never allow another Dragon to sit on it," Obara added with a scowl on her face. Oberyn smiled in delight when it came to his daughters. Obara always loved to act tough, but Oberyn remembered once when a foolish Dornish had insulted Jon for being a 'bastard,' Jon had been only six name days. The very next day, Obara had beaten the man in the training yard numerous times, and if it wasn't for Nymeria, Obara would have killed the man.

"Father, maybe I should go to King's Landing," Tyene suddenly suggested, her voice as sweet as honey; some called it melodic. Oberyn looked at his daughter with intrigue.

"Why?"

"The Spider is dead, I can sneak inside the City, and use my poison to get rid of a few small lions," Tyene suggested with innocence in her voice and face.

Oberyn shuddered; his daughter knew how to sound innocent while talking about killing children. "No," Oberyn quickly declined; his daughter looked at him as if to ask, 'Why Not?'

"Because it's dangerous. If they recognize you somehow, then you will be imprisoned, and the War might start sooner than we thought," Oberyn reasoned; his daughter didn't look pleased but nonetheless agreed with his decision.

"I don't think our brother will be pleased to know the kids were killed, and he will know it was you. I don't think he will want them to be executed after..." Nymeria's words trailed off, making it clear what she was talking about; Oberyn growled slightly as he tried to calm himself with a cup of Dornish wine. What happened to Elia and her children still fuelled him with rage.

"Jon needs to know that sometimes, some things need to be done to secure his Rule," Obara insisted with a slight groan.

"No. We won't do anything to harm Jon in any way; the children will be left alive unless Jon orders otherwise," Nymeria spoke authoritatively as she stood up, looking at her sisters. Obara rolled her eyes while Tyene simply nodded without much thought. '

Oberyn escaped his thoughts as he approached the door. With each resounding knock, he felt a glimmer of amusement ripple through his veins. The door swung open, revealing the stoic figure of Lord Stark. In a subtle gesture, the nobleman beckoned Oberyn to enter. Oberyn gracefully crossed the threshold, letting the door fall shut behind him with a gentle thud.

"Not even a 'Good morrow' Lord Stark. I thought we were allies," Prince Oberyn teased with a smug smirk as he walked further into the solar; Lord Stark glared at him. He looked tired.

"You're living under my roof, and you're eating my food. I'm sure that's enough," Lord Stark countered with his own smirk; Oberyn couldn't help but agree to a degree, especially the Winter's Town had one of the best whores Oberyn had ever seen, especially Ros; she was a beauty with large breasts that both Oberyn and Ellaria had used shamelessly every day, many, many times.

"That's fair," Oberyn said airily, sitting on the chair before Lord Stark's desk.

"What is that you wanted to discuss with me, Lord Stark?" As Oberyn extended the goblet filled with crimson wine, his voice carried a hint of curiosity as he posed his question. Grateful for Lord Stark's thoughtful provision, a faint smile graced Oberyn's lips as he poured a generous measure of the aromatic liquid into his own cup. Inhaling deeply, he savored the rich bouquet that enveloped his senses. Although the vintage in his goblet was not of his homeland, the exquisite taste still danced upon his palate, leaving a lingering trace of delight. With a swift motion, Oberyn effortlessly drained the cup in a single breath, savoring each drop as it cascaded down his throat. Gently, he brushed away the remnants of the crimson elixir from his lips, using his sleeve as an impromptu napkin.

"My nephew's wife, we need to discuss who's he going to marry, I have looked and the best brides in Westeros, and Lady Margaery Tyrell could be the perfect bride." Lord Stark reasoned, looking at Oberyn.

"Let me stop you right there," Oberyn suddenly interrupted Lord Stark, bringing his upper body forward. "My son is not one to listen to anyone, you know how he is with my niece. Do you really think he will want to marry anyone else, if it wasn't for moontea, she would already be carrying his children," Oberyn spoke with pride, a constant smug smile on his face, especially when Lord Stark looked at him, annoyed.

"That's something else I wish to discuss, I know Dorne is different from the other kingdoms, and the North is far away from Dorne, but even I know Princess Arianne's... reputation. It won't do good for Prince Jaehaerys to marry her, the last thing he needs is people questioning his children's legitimacy," Lord Stark said bluntly. Oberyn slammed his hand on the desk, but Lord Stark didn't show the slightest hint of fear.

"I agree my niece might have slept around, but since being with him, she hadn't shared the bed with anyone else," Oberyn claimed while glaring at Lord Stark, but Oberyn kept himself somehow from doing anything rash, knowing he was Jaehaerys's ally for the War.

"How do you know?" Lord Stark questioned.

"My daughters." Was all Oberyn said, earning a confused look from Lord Stark.

"My daughters are good friends with Arianne, but they love Jon to bits, if Arianne had tried to do something like that without Jon's permission, they would have told me right away. Trust me, my niece hasn't shared her bed with anyone else," Oberyn spoke genuinely. Lord Stark seemed to still have something against it, but nonetheless, he believed Oberyn's words.

"I still think it would be better for my nephew to marry Lady Margaery Tyrell, bring the support of the Kingdom with the most soldiers and food, or maybe even Princess Daenerys to give him more legitimacy," Lord Stark suggested as he poured a glass of water for himself, Oberyn snorted once he saw him drink water, but Lord Stark ignored him.

"If you know where to find Princess Daenerys, then I'm all ears. No one has found her yet, she has disappeared, for all we know she and Prince Viserys are worm food," Prince Oberyn said, knowing it would be perhaps better if Prince Viserys was no longer sucking air; Oberyn knew Doran wouldn't like it if Viserys was still alive.

Princess Daenerys could marry someone, but Prince Viserys could directly threaten Jaehaerys, something Oberyn didn't like.

Just as Lord Stark prepared to respond thoughtfully, the heavy wooden door swung open with a resounding bang, causing the two in the room to turn their attention toward it. In that instant, Maester Luwin emerged through the doorway, his countenance etched with deep concern. With a determined stride, he swiftly made his way toward Lord Stark, his urgent steps echoing throughout the chamber. The silence in the room was palpable as Maester Luwin extended his hand, wordlessly presenting a weathered scroll to Ned.

"What is that?" Oberyn questioned with a hint of concern as The Old Maester left the solar without saying anything; Ned read through the letter, his face turning paler as he did.

"Jon Arryn wants my presence in King's Landing," Lord Stark said, turning the letter into a ball with his hand.

"Why?"

"They have information on someone in Essos who claims to be Aegon Targaryen,"

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