Blessing (Lyonel Baratheon x F!Reader)
Author's Note: Hello! It has been a while since I wrote something, but this man has been on my mind lately, and I felt like writing something for him. Please note that English is not my first language, so if there are any mistakes, I'm sorry. I hope you enjoy! <3
Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ Smut. The reader has a female genitalia. A specific trope appears at the end of this story. If you have strong aversions to certain tropes and want to check what it is before reading, please see the tags. Thank you!
Word Count: 2.612
When you said you missed Rainwood, you meant the horse rides along the known paths of your family property near the edge of the woods. Definitely not hunting. You never mentioned hunting. But apparently your husband, Lyonel Baratheon, thought that that was what you meant.
Thus here you were, in the heart of Rainwood with a party of knights and hunters from a few sworn houses accompanying your husband, soaked to the bones due to the rain, waiting for the camp to be fully set.
You and Lyonel had married six moons ago through an alliance between House Baratheon and House Swann. As you’ve heard countless times from your father, mother and septa, since it was decided years ago, this marriage consolidated Swann’s control over the river Slayne and it strengthened the relationship between both houses.
However, you’ve never met Lyonel until the day you were to be wed. You’ve heard the rumours, of course, the Laughing Storm, he had the habit of laughing loudly wherever he went, loved to party, to drink, to dance, and other pleasures you were sure you didn’t care to name or know. Although, you did have to admit, the first time you saw him you were taken aback, you were not expecting him to be handsome.
He was tall, with curly black hair and blue eyes, and his presence filled the room in an instant, every eye drawn to him and not just because he was loud. He knew how to be the center of attention and the smallfolk and lords seemed to genuinely like him.
When Lyonel first held your hand to kiss it, with a wide smile and knowing eyes, you felt an excited tingly feeling in your lower belly. “It is a pleasure to meet you, my lady” he whispered against the skin of your hand and a shiver ran through you.
After the wedding, the relationship between you had been mostly respectful, you both knew your duties and what was expected of you. He tended to his parties and hearings with his father and you spent the days learning your way through the castle and spending time with the Lady of the Household so that you could eventually fill that same place. At night, when Lyonel wasn’t attending one of his gatherings, he was usually in your chambers, trying for an heir to Storm’s End. In the beginning, at the bedding ceremony, it was painful and uncomfortable, you were sore for a couple of days, but after that, Lyonel worked with you so that you could enjoy sex as much as he did. “This is the fun part of making an heir, my dear, I’ll make sure you’ll have fun too.”, he told you with a smile on his lips the second night he came to you.
You were starting to grow used to him being around, there wasn’t the love like the one in the books you’ve read, but there was a bond surging between you. His humor was entertaining and his thoughts, that he shared whenever he felt like it, whether serious or ridiculous, were captivating. It also seems that he enjoyed your company, inviting you to his parties and showing you to the other lords and knights, whispering gossip in your ear at the high table and dancing with you. Sometimes, he joined you for the meals and asked a few questions to get to know you better, and that’s when you mentioned missing Rainwood. His eyes lit up and laughed loudly saying he was going to summon a hunting party.
“Where’s my camp?” Lyonel’s voice sounded annoyed next to you. He stopped his horse next to yours looking at his party. He already had a few falcons and squirrels in his saddle.
“My Lord, our apologies, the rain has delayed us.” one of his servants answered, bowing his head. “It might take us a few more moments.”
His mouth twitched with tedium and he looked at you. “Join me” he turned his horse around. “Do not follow us! There’s a cave nearby, my lady-wife can take shelter since you cunts can’t help.” You grinned a little as you turned your horse around to follow Lyonel through the woods.
After a short ride, you’ve reached a cave that was big enough for the two of you standing. Lyonel helped you climb off the horse and tie them to a tree, he guided you to the cave and took off your wet cloak, settling it on the ground along with his antler crown.
“Look at this, my wife is all wet.” He caressed your cheek with his thumb, closing the distance between you. His eyes, filled with lust, drifted from yours to your mouth, his cocky smile grew when he saw you licking your own lips. “Now tell me, what are we going to do about this?”
“Is this why you’ve brought me here, husband?” You couldn’t help but smile at his hoarse voice, tilting your head against his hand.
“See, you’re starting to know me so well, my dear.” His other hand grabbed you by the waist and pulled you against him roughly, the hand on your cheek ran up behind your ear, tugging at your hair. “I’m so glad we get along just perfectly.”
Lyonel kissed your cheek, lowering himself, leaving a trail of wet open-mouth kisses until he reached that sweet spot he knew so well on your neck, where he began to take gentle nibbles at your skin and sucking.
“Lyonel...” you whispered his name against his curly hair. He felt your calling like a prayer, and lifted his head to kiss you. He pushed his tongue in your mouth, he tasted of sweet wine which sent a shiver down your spine and an ache down at your core. Lyonel was restless, deepening the kiss until drip ran down the corners of your mouth.
He started to push you towards the wall of the cave until your back hit against it. You moaned into the kiss and ran your finger through his hair, tugging slightly, earning a soft moan from him and a push of his hips against yours. You felt his growing arousal behind his pants and you could just imagine how he would feel inside you in a few moments.
Lyonel broke the kiss, leaving both of you panting, he smirked at your flushed red cheeks and dilated pupils, similar to his. “I have a feeling that you are still cold, sweetling.” He teased reaching down, pulling up your skirts and removing you under garments. “What do you say?”
He pressed his knee between your thighs, giving enough friction for you to let out a sharp breath and nodded your head at him.
“Use your words, my dear, I taught you better than that.” Lyonel used his finger to lift your chin so your eyes would meet.
“I’m still cold, my Lord, could you help me?” You knew he liked to be in control, so you gave him your best pleading eyes and softest smile, because you too enjoyed when he just wanted you out of pure pleasure. Lyonel gave a loud laugh and grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting you up to his waist, as you wrapped your legs around him for support.
“Good girl.” Lyonel held you up between his body and the wall, as one of his hands slid to your wet and throbbing core. His finger smeared your arousal around, and gently started to tease your entrance, pushing it just a bit.
“Stop it.” You breathed in a husky voice, between teeth, pulling his hair a little stronger than the last time.
“Maybe I taught you a bit too well.” He laughed again, but this time he pushed a finger inside and started to pump slowly, curling his finger to stroke your walls and soon he added another finger, stretching you. The slow movements felt like a bliss, the rubbing of his fingers making you roll your eyes back and bite your lips, you could feel your insides curling with pleasure, but it wasn’t enough and he knew it.
When Lyonel felt your walls clamping his fingers, he took them out and freed himself out of his pants. He spit in his hand and rubbed himself, aligning the tip with your entrance. He looked up at you, an agreement between both, and you pulled his face to kiss him, hungrily and in a mess of lips, teeth and spit. Lyonel took the moment to slide inside, until his tip reached deep and both moaned into the kiss.
As soon as you adjusted to his size, Lyonel started to thrust, slow in the beginning and speeding up little by little. You squeezed your hips around him and circled your arms around his shoulders nestling your face in his hair, grinding yourself against him to deepen his thrusts and feel every bit of him inside. The way his hairs brushed your button down there, the dragging in and out, his hands in the back of your thighs bruising the flesh steading you, his raspy breaths against your neck, and even the spiked rocky wall digging at your back was adding to that rushed feeling of reaching your high.
“I’m close.” You whimpered against his hair.
He grunted louder and sped up his movements. Soon, you had that familiar tickling sensation in your lower belly, rushing you to move faster, to chase after the release. Lyonel grabbed the back of your hair to force a kiss and his movements became more erratic and sloppier, also chasing his peak.
“Don’t stop.” you pleaded against his lips. You could feel the tension building up, making you arch your back and curling your toes, moaning louder into the kiss. A clenching feeling, like a knot in your belly ready to burst. Until it did. A feeling of all that tension being released and pulsing throughout your body, making you tremble between Lyonel’s arms. He followed you soon, tensing his own body in a final thrust, throbbing inside you as he released his seed, filling you.
Lyonel held you for a few minutes, still inside as you both caught your breath. He slowly began to settle you down, holding you as you felt your legs giving away. He laughed again and helped you sit down on our cloak at the ground, following you, but lying down.
There was a comfortable silence between you that usually preceded these moments, as you recovered. Suddenly you heard a soft snoring next to you. Looking down, you saw that Lyonel had fallen asleep.
“Unbelievable.” you chuckled.
The cave felt hot and, looking outside, you realised that the rain had stopped, but could still hear water running fast. Perhaps there was a waterfall close by. Thinking about it, you felt your throat dry and thirsty. Could you find it?
You decided to risk it, rising up and leaving the cave, the sound was to the left. Walking for a little you soon found it. The water, fuelled by heavy rains, ran down layers of rock into a deep pond of profound blue. You walked to the water’s edge and bent down to take a drink. It was cold, but it felt good as it ran down your throat and over your hands. As you savoured the coolness of the water, there was a rustling of bushes and the sound of hooves on the ground, probably someone from Lyonel’s party looking for you.
But when you looked up, on the other side of the pond, there was a stag, but not just any stag. It was a massive hart, bigger than any you’d ever seen, with antlers as thick and wide as tree branches, but it was its coat that caught your eye. It was white. Completely white.
The hart approached the pond, its hooves firmly pressed against the ground, looking imposing, and gazed at you, as if intrigued. For a few brief moments, you stood there, one on either side of the pond: the hart watching, and you with a tightness in your chest that made it hard to breathe. In days gone by, this hart was considered magical and symbolised royalty, a sight seen by few.
For some reason, you felt an urge to touch it. So you stood up very slowly, not wanting to startle it, keeping your eyes on it the whole time, your hands held low, palms facing upwards. But then there was a sound behind you.
The hart took a step back and fixed its gaze on a spot behind you. You turned your head and saw Lyonel standing a few metres behind you, equally focused on the animal.
It shook its head slightly and bellowed loudly, turning to run off into the trees. And so it felt as though a moment had been shattered, but not in a bad way; it was a surreal and unique feeling, as if a part of it would remain within you forever.
Lyonel approached you, resting his hands on your shoulders.
“It appears you’ve been blessed, my heart.” he smiled, but his eyes were more serious than ever, though they betrayed a certain tenderness. You furrowed your brow; it was the first time Lyonel had used such an endearing term with you; it seemed too intimate, too close. This made your heart tighten and you felt a certain nervousness in your stomach that left you hoping there might be something more, something deeper between you.
“Blessed?” you asked, trying to force those thoughts out of your mind. He was still the Laughing Storm.
“Of course!” He laughed out loud again. “After all, it’s not every day you see a beast as magnificent as this one, let alone get this close to it. Plus, do not forget, it is the symbol of our house after all. Ours is the fury.” He cupped your face with both hands and kissed you slowly, warmly and passionately. Something had changed; you just hoped it was for the better.
“We should go back. Those idiots will be sending out search parties any minute now.” He pulled away and pecked your nose.
After the hunt, having returned to the castle a few weeks later, you were in your room on a morning that was unusually sunny for Storm’s End, being helped by your ladies-in-waiting as you dressed, when you noticed that the eldest of them was staring intently at your body. More specifically, at your breasts.
‘What is the matter?’ The question sounded harsher and angrier than you meant it to, but you hadn't been feeling well lately; nothing had been sitting well in your stomach, and nothing the maester gave you had helped.
“Forgive me, my Lady,” the woman bowed her head slightly, ‘But there’s something different about you.”
You raised your eyebrows, waiting for an answer; you had no patience for this.
“It’s your breasts, my lady. They’re firmer and larger, you might be expecting.” The woman’s eyes sparkled, and you could feel the tension of excitement in the other ladies-in-waiting’s hands around your body.
The realisation came to you in an instant; amidst the moodiness and nausea, it made sense in light of what your mother had taught you.
You gestured for the maids to step back, looked at the youngest and asked her to fetch the maester, whilst the others went to look for Lyonel, leaving only the eldest with you.
‘A blessing, huh? Perhaps you were right all along, Lyonel,’ you thought as an image of a white hart came to you. Your hands rested gently on your belly, a feeling of happiness and fulfilment spreading slowly through your chest.
