26 R18

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186 AC

Kingslanding

Aerion Targaryen

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Fingers run through my short hair as I tear at her dress, she wiggles her shoulders as I get the back undone. The top half slips off and stops at her hips leaving her only in the silk and lace bra I had made for her. It is a sin the lack of lingerie in the world other than places like Lys, so I fixed it here at home.

The black lace does nothing to hide her stiffening nipples as I slide my hands back up her sides. Her hands grip the back of my head as I slide her bra up exposing her breasts to the air.

"I am glad you did not rip that as well-Hmm-this is my favorite one." I shake her hands off the back of my head freeing me to lower it.

"I like this one as well, the purple one is better with your eyes though." I take a nipple in my mouth before she can rebuke my claim.

She may look good in black, but that purple has a way of making her features pop.

My hands don't stay idle as her dress finishes dropping to the floor, I break off the hold I have on her nipple as I feel what is beneath. Not a thong but not quite a G string either, but damn does it look good between her thighs.

I am sure it will look better dangling from one of her feet as I rail her on this table.

"That's new." I lick my lips to get rid of the dry feeling overwhelming my mouth as I look at her shifting thighs.

"Well, I had some help..." I reach around her and admire the 'craftsmanship' of the back side of the new 'equipment'.

"Who?" My fingers sink into her ass cheeks as I slip one under the garment and pull it up before letting it pop back into place.

"Narha, she took interest in some of the drawings you made and helped me make some of the ones that originally were too difficult." I nod as I lean in to kiss her shoulder and give her a mark matching my own.

I also can't help but imagine a certain half-sister of mine with her dark skin and platinum-white hair laying across a couch in nothing but one of these. I am tempted to see if she wouldn't mind 'modeling' some of the stuff she made from my sketchbook. But my hands are quite 'full' at the moment.

Leaving a red mark on her shoulder I look at it in approval before picking Danny up and walking to a more sturdy table. I push my armor off the table and it clatters onto the ground, I worry for a moment that Ser Richard will come to see if something is wrong. I wait a moment and keep Danny blocked with my body but the flap never opens and I sigh.

Not sure if I should be mad or glad he didn't come in to see what the noise was.

"Well?" She asks as she lays her back across the table with her hair pooling beneath her head like liquid silver.

"Nothing." I lean over her and press a kiss on her lips as I work her bra off so it won't be in the way.

With the bra tossed aside, I begin working one of her breasts with one hand and keeping myself off her with the other. Her hands roam my chest and muscles as our tongues dance slowly.

She lifts her legs and wraps them around my hips as slowly get lost in our own little world. The soft feeling of her body beneath my much sturdier one drives me wild as I reach down to work off my pants.

The kiss breaks as I stand straight to get my pants off and she moves her hands to remove her new underwear. I slap her hip lightly to stop her and she looks at me in confusion but will soon find out what I intend. Pants and underclothes off I kick them aside before spreading her legs enough to place my cock between her thighs.

"Let's test the durability of this thing." She looks down as I rub my shaft between her thighs and purses her lips.

"You just want to break them." I shake my head as I pull back and press her thighs together again.

With her feet raised and the prize in sight I admire how the black 'string' looks buried between her ass and folds. I almost ask how she can even wear this without being uncomfortable but I guess it's not too different from free balling.

I slide the string to the side and rub my tip in between her glistening folds, she sets her head back down with her eyes going hazy. She is more than prepared for what is next as I slide in without needing any further prep work. Her silken walls start constricting with need as I slide toward her core, each testing stroke going deeper and deeper.

I stop long enough to flip her around pressing her breasts onto the table and having her stand on her feet. She lifts her ass toward me as I take a cheek in each hand and start thrusting into her dripping slit.

She pushes back each time I push forward as we build a rhythm, each impact against her ass filling the tent with sound from our joining. I let her left cheek free from my iron grip on it to raise my hand up and bring it back down.

"Ahh." She lifts her head and looks back with her face covered in her hair.

I keep ramming into her as she rocks herself back, hand raising once more her barely visible eyes clench shut. I lay it across the red hand print hard enough to send a ripple through her posh rear and she clenches her hands on the side of the table.

Two handprints overlayed on her pale ass almost glow as ripples go through her ass cheek from our joining. It almost makes me want to put a third but Instead, I grab her hip for better leverage to work myself in and out of her depths as she groans at me.

"Aerion! Just like that!" Her voice sounding desperate as her hips rock back with more force.

I grip both her hips in hand as I lay into her with all the force I am willing to trust this table with. She suddenly pushes back and goes stiff as her internal walls clench down trying to crush my shaft. A soft whine escapes her mouth as her body goes slack and I keep up the pace just the way she likes it.

She recovers and stands up stopping the action as she slips me out of her, turning to face me she smiles before wrapping her arms around my neck. She jumps and wraps her legs around me and slides down enough to press her slit on top of my cock.

I help her out as it is mainly me suffering at this moment and I grip her ass to raise it as I lower my hips. One of her hands goes behind her and she leans back as she finds my cock and presses the tip against her entrance. Once she is done with that she puts her hand back around my neck and leans into me to press her lips against my own. I let gravity do the work and she slides down my shaft taking everything inside.

We both have to move for this position to work so as I raise her up she rocks her hips back and forth. With the adjustments done, I start hammering into her once more as she moans in satisfaction directly into my ear. Each soft breath on my neck pushing me closer to the edge as her body begs for my finish.

My grip tightens as I thrust up into her, her warm depths squeezing one last time as I bottom out and hold her down at my base. Her rocking comes to a stop as she feels me twitching inside of her while unloading. I feel my legs wobble for a moment before I turn and lean against the side of the table for support.

"Let's go again..." She whispers into my ear like a succubus as I am still mid-finish and filling her with my seed.

I only lay my head on her shoulder as I ride out the pleasure and wordlessly accept, fuck the feast.

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186 AC

Kingslanding

Shiera Seastar

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"I left them in the tent, he has just taken his armor off and was getting washed off to head to the celebrations." I walk beside some of my sisters as we head to the tent which is one of the few still standing.

The ever-diligent knight standing at a distance from the entrance looks like he has not moved even a bit since I left. I see no candle lit on the inside and I wonder how they can even see inside there if they are still inside. But Aerion's guard would not be here if he was not here and so I know they are in there.

"Maybe we should not do this." Gwenys speaks up with some hesitation and I snort.

"Why not? Are you scared of them?" She glares at me and then points at the tent and waves her hands around.

"What do you think they are doing in there if they never showed up to the feast, it's this late out and they haven't even bothered to go to their rooms. Well more like their room as they sleep together but that's preciously the point, they 'sleep together'. We all know exactly why they missed the feast, we heard about..." I scrunch my nose and lean forward.

"What was that last part?" She sighs as she looks back at the tent that almost seems miles away yet within throwing distance.

"We heard about Aerion's 'problem' so maybe they are dealing with it..." I notice a shift in the mood as the gathered half-sisters of mine all look at the tent.

I also wait as they seem to think about their options, but I feel annoyed that Daenerys took me as her squire and still left me out. She said 'your way too young' or 'you need to grow up a few more years' like what kind of games is she playing?

Does she think I will sit back as she runs off with MY Aerion?!

His snacks, his dragon flights, his stories, and music, all on top of him being the only person who I can remember to try and include me in things. People have only taken interest in me recently as I have gotten older and my breasts got bigger. Aerion never cared about breasts or my age and brought me along to play with the other kids just because he wanted to.

Yet Daenerys wants to keep him all to herself, I don't care if they are getting married. She agreed to let me 'squire' under her so I could slip him that love potion that I brewed and yet she 'spilled' it on the floor. She looked at it on the ground and acted surprised 'oh I am SO sorry Shiera, maybe we could make another one' as if she didn't know it cost three hundred golden dragons for the ingredients.

I had saved that gold all on my own and she ruined my plan.

"What's wrong Shiera, why are you crying?" I grit my teeth and stomp forward toward the tent.

Seeing Ser Richard step forward with a hand raised I narrow my eyes as they fill with heat from flames, but no tears.

"If you want to stop me you will have to kill me!" Richard stiffens as I stomp by him, I rip the flap open and walk right in.