17 R18
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186 AC
Kingslanding
Aerion Targaryen
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I lay on my side looking at the knocked-out woman beside me.
Fucked her into the mattress for only gods knows how long and she eventually nodded off for good and I had to cut things off. I guess I should have held back on her 'first time' and taken it easy but after hearing her soft moans I lost all reason. I had one goal and I achieved it.
I feel like a creepy vampire from an angsty book as I watch her sleep, I am unable to sleep with my heart still thundering in my chest. Superhuman vitality has its downsides and I almost need to drug myself some nights to get some rest. But for right now I will creep on my lover and watch the rise and fall of her chest.
I was already going to win the tourney and show everyone I am the best, but now I will knock them all off their horses solely so I can get this marriage announced. After last night I will not be able to resist going at it at least every night and maybe even every morning. This silver-headed dragon rider sleeping beside me is going to get swelled up with a baby in no time. I should wait until we are older, not because of their ability to raise the baby but for her health. But she is more than capable of dealing with a pregnancy and her body is close to the peak for females in this world.
She stubbornly trained with me and even with me holding back and resting when I didn't need to she kept up with me because of her pride. I still feel a bit of guilt at adding an abundance of squats to the workouts to tone her ass into what it is today but after last night that guilt is washed away. But she is healthy enough to birth a baby easily and has wide hips that look beyond enticing which will help the process when the time comes.
Personally, I think the reason most of these women die in the birthing bed is they do nothing but sit around on a shelf all their life pampered rotten. They do not have enough strength to even stand up when made heavy with child so it's no wonder they can't push the fat-headed screamers out without doing permanent damage. There are other problems but I am confident in Daenerys even though there is a history of bad births in our family and that's why I didn't even think twice about busting inside her.
Danny groans as she starts to stir beside me and I lay my head on my pillow and close my eyes, evening out my breaths so I look asleep. Now I really feel like I am a creep, a creep that no one can do anything about.
"Ugghh." Danny slowly sits up and even pushes up with her hand on my chest. "What in the seven he- Aerion?" She mumbles in a cute hoarse voice from all the 'loud vocalizations' she did last night.
Her hand on my chest rubs around feeling my pecs and slowly slides down my abs with her nails trailing the definition in them. I struggle to not shiver as her hand inches closer and closer on its trail to my manhood which is already stiff as a rock.
"Look what I found." A sing-song voice weakly mutters as she trails a single finger up my length to the tip before disappearing. "Seems like someone is having a nice dream."
I wonder for a moment what has happened but feel her lips meet my own lips and I slowly open my eyes to see her amused eyes looking into my own. I close them again and put a hand on the back of her head threading it through her silver locks. The hum of content escaping her throat almost sounds like a weak purr as she mounts my stomach.
"Good morning Aerion, did you sleep well?" She looks down at me as she lays on my chest with her breasts squishing flat.
"Best sleep I have ever had." I smile and she gives me one in return as she lays her head beside mine on the pillow.
"I am glad, we will be sleeping together from now on correct?" I nod feeling excited at the prospect of having her in my arms every night.
I might never sleep again if that happens but I look forward to it nonetheless.
"I look forward to it." She nods in agreement at my words and nuzzles her head beneath my chin and embraces me tightly.
"I do too." Her voice croaks once more and I dread all the questions she will get all day long about her voice. "Let's see..." She starts to shimmy down my body and I soon feel a hot and wet slit press against my stiff length.
"You sure you are ready for more?" I taunt and she looks up and bites her lip with a slow nod.
"My turn on top, I want to slam my hips down and spear you deep inside of myself." I grit my teeth feeling her soft hand grip the base of my cock as she raises her hips.
She lines herself up and slowly lowers down taking the tip in and soon inserting more than half before she stops and leans back onto my chest. Her hair spreads as she lays her head on my chest and slowly rocks her hips back and forth wetting my shaft.
"Mmmm." Her soft little moans start, I set my hands on her ass and grip it.
I don't help or hinder her as she rides the top half of my cock, I can let her have her fun before slamming myself into her core.
Happy wife, Happy life.
I do get a nice fondling in on her Jell-O-like rear, when she flexes this ass it is sculpted by the gods themselves but relaxed it defies all logic. I let go with one hand and raise it up to deliver her a resounds slap that makes her stiffen like a board.
"Aerion?" She squeaks and I feel a tingle in my chest to dish out some more slaps to bully this woman.
"Keep going, I didn't tell you to stop." Another slap on the same spot stuns her but when she feels the hand leave her ass once more she starts rocking.
I smile as I lower my hand and give a softer slap that has her bite her lip and close one eye.
This is where the fun begins.
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186 AC
Kingslanding
Elaena Targaryen
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I do not see why Daeron wants me to marry that man, he is not cruel or anything but he brings nothing to our union. He wants me to use him as a cover as he will serve as Master of coin while I do the work. If Daeron wants my skills he should change the customs and traditions and appoint me as 'mistress of coin' and be done with it. It's the least he could do to pay me for my efforts.
Instead, he wants me to marry a man I don't know and be responsible for bearing him children so I can have the job I want. Ronnel Penrose is fine with me doing the work so long as I mother him some dragon-blooded babies for his line. It is a disgrace and not to mention a risk so I am against the idea and will continue to push my stance. I would halfway consider it if the kids I had with him weren't likely being used to try and acquire dragons from the future eggs of Moonfyre and Drogon.
Moonfyre is just what I need right now, a flight with Aerion to glide through the clouds would clear my head as it always does. The trips to and from different castles to deal with Lords to make Aerion gold has been a delight. Sleeping in random keeps when it gets dark out is also not bad, a lot of time to hear Aerion sing and play to my heart's content.
I smile remembering the 'Sea Shanties' he convinced me to sing with those guards at Horn Hill. Multiple cups of fine Arbor gold and I was loose lips enough to clap my hands along and sing with 'the boys' as he called it.
Gods I wish my nephew would have been a man at the time and not the cute-faced boy he was, I would have been loose enough to share a room with him at the time. But instead, the only time we have slept together is when he passed out in my arms while camping under the stars when he was younger back on Dragonstone.
I make my way through the halls of Maegor's Holdfast holdfast to my nephew's room which is on the way to my own room. I will ask him for a ride first and if he agrees I will go get dressed in some more comfortable clothes.
I spot one of the very few guards that Aerion allows to be around him, he only has guards during the night and they stand a good distance from the door. He protects himself during the day and always keeps Dark Sister at his side ready to cut down anyone who has ideas. I nod at the guard as I walk by and he stands lifeless at his post, one of the reasons Aerion picked him.
A mute who might be touched in the head but Aerion trusts him and even trains with the man in the yard. Aerion says he has more potential than any knight he has faced and if someone was needed to have his back in a fight it would be 'Ser Richard'.
Approaching the door I reach up to knock and stop when I hear a muffled cry, my eyes going wide I push my palm on the door while my heart starts jumping in my chest. Who is attacking my nephew and what am I even going to be able to do against them?
Thankfully the door is unlocked as I didn't bring my key with me and only pushed it hoping it would open. Stepping into the room that has a deep smell that almost can be felt in the air it is so thick I look to my left to the far wall. My eyes search the room expecting to see a fight or a group of assassins I am struck dumb when my eyes meet something I never expected.
Aerion standing at the back of his desk with Daenerys bent over it naked body pressed front down onto the Bloodwood. Her head laying on its side ear pressed against the redwood with Aerion's hand gripping her hair forcing it down. Danny has her ass raised high as Aerion plows into her like she is a cheap whore and the unmistakable shape of hand prints cover her visible ass. His other hand keeps a grip on both her wrists as he pressed it against her back having her trapped where he wants her.
"Ahhhh!" Daenerys jerks around as Aerion buries himself inside of her, her ass pressed flat against his lower stomach.
His very toned and sexy stomach which looks covered in his sister's juice as it shimmers in the morning sun.
I stand with my hands clutched together as if in prayer as I watch my nephew fuck my niece and wonder if I should say something. I straighten my posture and put on my 'court face' and continue to enjoy the view in front of me. These two really need to be more aware of what is going on around them when they do this.
That or lock the damn door.
But one thing is sure, he is no longer the cute-faced boy he was back in Horn hill. A thought that brings a smile to my face after all the annoyance of the morning.