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You found yourself wishing that you had skipped out on the event, Princess Daenerys wouldn’t have faulted you for taking the day to yourself. You could also admit, at least to yourself, that the main reason you had come was for the chance to see Baelor again.
Your mind kept drifting back to last night. The brush of his fingers over your pulse. His hand a solid press at the base of your spine. His voice, calm and reassuring, as he spoke of the blood lilies. The press of his lips to your cheek and the whisper that followed. “You look good in Targaryen colors,” he had said. It was all so fresh in your mind. You had wanted to see him again. You wanted to see how he would act in the light of day, when you weren’t still reeling from an assault. Had his touches and words been out of pity or something more?
Maekar is the softest, most gentle when his babies were newborns he just likes to smell them, rubs his cheeks on them and loves his wife, plays with her hair and gives soft touched. HOLD ME BACKKKKK everything is just so soft and gentle and loving. Literally when his quietly speaking to dunk in ep 6 that’s just him. He is still related to Baelor and Dearon, he gets his gentleness from them.
Soft
Pure mush!!!! So cute!
“Can I have my baby back?” You ask smiling at your husband and newborn son. The man ‘offering’ to look after him while you spent some time with the boys before bed.
“He’s my son.” Maekar says rubbing looking down at the cooing babe in his arms, the little boy holding his father’s finger in his little hand.
“He’s mine too.” You laugh, not minding that he’s stolen your baby from you. Happy he loves his children so much, him not always able to show it.
“You got to carry him for nine moons, let me hold him now.” Maekar say turning away from you as if you were going to steal the babe of him. You just wanting to kiss him.
“But-.”
“I’m sure the older boys would love some time with their mother.” He tells you, him having been working all day and unable to be with your sons.
“Would they now?” You ask raising an eyebrow at your husband. Daeron and Aerion both sleeping as it’s late. You having just read Daeron back to sleep. You giving your husband a look. “Stop sniffing him.”
“I’ve missed having a newborn.” Maekar muses swaying slightly with the boy, while kissing his forehead. “You’re already more well behaved than your brothers.”
“Maekar.” You say sternly giving him a look. “It’s time for bed.”
“Wife.” He teases a smirk apart in his face, him at his happiest with you and the children, a newborn babe in his arms.
“You get so mushy when we have a baby.” You say rolling your eyes while you get ready for bed. Letting him cuddle Aemon for a while longer, the babe needing to actually sleep in his crib for a change.
“I love you.” Maekar whispers to you later while you cuddle in bed, your head resting on his chest while he holds you close to him. All the children sleeping in their beds.
“I love you too.” You say kissing his chest softly. Tired but also wanting to spent time with just Maekar.
“Can we have more?” He asks quietly as if saying it any louder would scare the idea away.
“Isn’t three enough?” You ask, happy with any amount of children you have.
“Just a few more?” He whispers kissing the top of your head, already picturing a future with more children.
“We’ll see.”
“Thank you.” He says softly, loving you and the children more than anything in the world.
“What for?” You ask in genuine confusion, not knowing what you’ve done to warrant being thanked.
Hello Orson-pope!
Can I please request Maekar, Baelor, and Lyonel reacting to their wife teasing and touching them before a serious meeting? I would love to know how they would feel when she leaves them high and dry and what they would do once the meeting is over. Thanks so much!! 💕💕
High and Dry
Pairing: Maekar, Baelor, Lyonel x fem!reader
Word count: 4.3k (approx. 1.4k per character)
Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, smut, explicit, no use of Y/N, no physical description of the reader, mentions of female genitalia, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns used, sex, p in v, unprotected, rough sex, dirty talk, first draft yolo, no beta
Maekar groaned, finally tearing himself from you.
He only meant to give you a quick goodbye kiss, for the day that is, but you quickly turned one kiss into two into a passionate kiss that had Maekar humming against your mouth.
“One more,” you asked with puffy lips, your arms draped around his neck.
“Fine,” Maekar grunted before pulling you closer again, his tongue finding little resistance.
You didn’t have to touch him to know how painfully hard you were making him, Maekar’s huge hands splayed across your back, his fingertips pressing in, his head dipping lower…
“You’re going to be late, husband,” you smiled, pressing a quick peck to his lips.
This time, Maekar swallowed his groan.
Around dinner time, the door to your chambers opened without a knock, in a way you knew Maekar was entering. Still, you pretended to be deeply engrossed in the book you were reading, expecting Maekar to huff and puff a little before leading you to your bedchambers.
“Did you find that amusing?” his gruff voice loomed over you.
“Hm?” you feigned ignorance and innocence, though a tiny smirk gave you away. Looking up to Maekar through your lashes, you could tell he was in a particular mood, especially when he tossed his cape over the closest chair.
“Undress,” he ordered, and if you thought you could tease him a little more, the tone of his voice left nothing up for discussion.
Slowly, you stood, unlacing your dress without any sense of urgency, but Maekar waited for the whole Gods-forsaken morning. His lips crashed onto yours, all teeth and bite, his hands tugging, pulling, and breaking, a distinct sound of the fabric ripping filling the room.
Soon, you were standing bare in front of your husband, his lips leaving a trail of bruises over the sensitive skin of your neck, his hands roaming your body. His hot breath was making you so wet, your hands finally cupping his cock through his breeches.
“Fuck,” Maekar finally grunted, his teeth gliding over your shoulder. He took a couple of steps back, slumping into a chair, taking in your figure.
Your mouth watered at the sight of Maekar freeing his cock, and you immediately went to kneel.
“No,” he rasped, stroking himself. “Come here. Fuck yourself.”
He immediately hooked one arm around you as you straddled him, the other grabbing your ass; slowly, without any preparation, you lined up the tip of Maekar’s cock and, with a deep breath, slowly started to sink on it.
It hurt, but you wanted it badly.
Watching a red flush creep up Maekar’s neck and how he was so desperately swallowing all his moans made you feel so eager to please him, so with a painful yelp, you sat all the way down.
Maekar’s hand flew to your neck to steady you as your whole body trembled, speared on his cock; he pulled you against himself, your hands bracing against his chest.
“Now you know how I felt the whole morning,” he spat out, but you knew your husband.
There was no bite in his words, and he even pressed a quick kiss to your temple. You rolled your hips slowly, feeling how Maekar’s cock throbbed inside you, and he finally let out a long groan, his head falling between your tits, licking and sucking.
You continued rolling your hips a little faster, listening to Maekar muffle his groans and moans on your tits, his teeth grazing your hardened, sensitive nipples. It unlocked something in you, being completely naked and him fully clothed, for reasons you could never understand.
Your legs were trembling already, but you were determined; you knew Maekar was going to punish you properly in the evening, take your time with you and keep you on edge for hours, denying you over and over again. It was a gift, your current time together, a loving treat before he’d unleash on you.
But now, his cock was spreading you, mixing a little pain with a lot of pleasure, your body nothing but a vessel for Maekar to relax into a little. Or a lot, you smirked to yourself, feeling ropes of cum already leaking out of you in the middle of his surprised orgasm.
“Fuck,” he muttered after his breathing returned to normal. “I need to change out of these fucking clothes.
“I have to go, my love,” Baelor whispered, still holding you close as you sat in his lap.
“You’re always in the meetings, My Prince,” you protested, your nails lightly scratching the skin at his nape, just as you knew would drive him wild. “I never see you anymore.”
You pulled him into a deep, tender, intimate kiss, feeling the pressure in his breeches against your thigh. Baelor’s hands tightened around you, and a breathless moan escaped your lips, going directly to the Crown Prince’s cock.
And then you pulled away, watching his differently coloured eyes go all glassy and unfocused, his hands falling to your ass, gripping it, but letting go when you stood up.
He watched you depart his solar, trying to remind himself that duty called, but wanting nothing else but to follow you back to your shared chambers.
It wasn’t that late when Baelor finally made his way to you, at least not by Baelor’s standards. He could barely pay attention during the meeting, his mind constantly drifting to you, to that kiss, your body pressed against his.
He found you asleep, a book splayed over your chest, one hand still atop it; you dozed off in the middle of a chapter. Baelor gently removed it, making sure to slide a bookmark inside, before carefully putting it aside.
You wore nothing but his favourite shift, a dark red silk that was transparent in certain light — the one you wore on your wedding night.
With a new sense of urgency, Baelor undressed, sliding under the covers next to you. He has missed you and your warmth, his cock stirring to full hardness when a first sleepy moan escaped your lips.
“Baelor?” you whispered, your heavy-lidded eyes meeting his glassy ones.
Usually, Baelor would be patient, controlled, measured. But those kisses you shared before his meeting reminded him how much he loved to let go, lose himself in you.
“You’ve been teasing me the whole day,” Baelor whispered back, his lips capturing yours as his fingers slid over your breasts, pinching your nipple through the flimsy fabric.
You just moaned in reply, one of your hands tangling in his hair, the other one sliding back to his nape, your nails dragging over the skin; Baelor sighed in your mouth, pressing his tongue deeper, climbing on top of you. You could feel his cock already, hard, hot, and leaking, before his fingers found their way lower, exploring your heat.
Not for long, as when he was satisfied that you could take him without too much preparation, Baelor impatiently bunched up your shift, his muscular thighs forcing yours wider apart, exposing you fully to him. He tried, Gods know he tried, to give you enough time to get used to the stretch, but when your cunt started to greedily swallow him, Baelor had to admit he was just a man.
He sheathed himself fully, drawing an audible moan out of you, selfishly chasing his own pleasure. He knew now exactly how you liked it the most, which spots to hit and how hard, and how slowly to drag himself out before feverishly fucking back into you. None of it mattered now, as Baelor kept fucking you into the mattress.
You loved it.
So much so that your moans and whines became louder than the slapping of the skin on skin, your nails lodged firmly into the skin of Baelor’s back, trying to bring him as close as possible, feel his warmth and his sweat. When your back arched off the bed into him, and you started babbling his name, Baelor’s lips finally turned into a satisfied smirk.
He would never admit it, but he loved getting back at you.
You couldn’t help yourself tease but Lyonel a little before every meeting, just kissing him for a moment too long, or wearing his favourite perfumes and oils.
“You little minx,” Lyonel would breathe out every time, willing himself to leave and tear himself from you.
Today, however, you were feeling particularly naughty, standing on your tiptoes, tangling your hand in Lyonel’s curls, your tongue swirling around his.
“My Lord,” an embarrassed young servant tried again, not looking at you two, his cheeks and ears burning.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Lyonel muttered, physically moving away from you, until you cupped his cock, that was.
You could feel it harden under your hand, confines of Lyonel’s breeches still secluding it somewhat.
He practically jumped away from you, his mouth falling open.
“Wife, how dare you start this before my meeting?” there was a certain level of dramatics in his voice, almost as if he was personally offended that you were going to leave him high and dry.
But you just winked at him, pressing a rather chaste kiss to his cheek, and ushered him out of the solar.
You were pretty proud of yourself, occasionally chuckling to yourself as you continued to read your book, waiting for Lyonel to return. It would be some time, you guessed, as this meeting was important, although you didn’t bother too much to find out why.
Imagine your surprise then, when Lyonel returned to the solar with pressing urgency.
“Done already?” you frowned, wondering who and what offended him now.
“No, no,” Lyonel mumbled, walking to you, unlacing his breeches. “We’re taking a short break.” He led you behind his desk as you laughed.
“Take it off,” his head indicated to your dress.
“Lyonel, here?” it was your turn for fake dramatics, especially as Lyonel already had you in his solar, multiple times.
“Take it off, or I’ll take it off,” his voice was impatient and so, so needy.
He pulled his breeches down a little, just enough to free his cock, before sitting down. You watched him stroke his cock, flushed with blood already, looking painfully hard.
“Were you this hard this whole time?” you teased, slowly unlacing our dress, trying to give Lyonel a show.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Lyonel barked, getting seriously impatient.
You didn’t listen, because when did you? So Lyonel took matters into his own hands, turning you around with a surprised shriek from you, and bending you over the table.
“You need it that badly, husband?” you listened as he bunched up your dress and your shift, his cock already sliding between your folds, coating it in your slick.
With a sharp thrust, he sheathed himself completely inside you, causing you to fall further forward on the table as a painful yelp tore from your lips.
No matter how hard or how often Lyonel fucked you, it always took some time to get used to the merciless stretch of his cock.
But this time, Lyonel wouldn’t grace you that time, irritated and a little angry you spurred him on in the first place, chasing his own pleasure.
“Fuck, fuck,” he moaned out, his hands pulling your hips to meet his thrusts, the cold of his rings burning into your skin.
“I needed this,” Lyonel grunted as he continued to plunge into you, “I needed you.”
His babbling always sent such pleasurable jolts through you, sometimes even more than his cock. But you liked it, when he took, when he used you, when he was so desperate to fuck you, he adjourned his meeting.
You listened, with a smirk on your face, as Lyonel’s breathing became erratic, a tell-tale sign he was close. He gripped your hips even harder, stilling inside you before spilling his seed.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he whispered, slapping your ass before quickly lacing himself back up and returning to his meeting.
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Ormund Hightower x Targ!reader, Daeron x sister!reader (maternal)
summary: And if it now been decided that a queen should sit the throne and not the king, what then?
words: 5.3k
cw: MDNI 18+ canon divergence, targcest (Ormund is technically her cousin and I guess that does not count in GOT terms, but I am warning it anyways), SMUT, p in v, breeding, riding, choking, toxic relationship themes, manipulation, slightly OOC Ormund?, religious themes, talks of blood “impurity”, reader rides Silverwing, reader is Aegon’s twin, but no physical description is used, not proofread, lmk if I missed any
Previous Part
Vermithor let out a sound that came off more out of excitement than warning. You unhooked yourself from the harness, "Hello!" you called out, sliding off your mount landing onto the ground with a practiced thud.
You did not move from Silverwing's side, not truly knowing if this was going to go in your favor or not, but you had a feeling.
The man did not reply staring down at you, "If it would please you this conversation would be easier on the ground! I have no weapon nor guards so you will have the true advantage here!"
The man hesitated a moment before sliding to the ground. He moved in front of his beast and you did the very same, "Sōvēs," you then instructed Silverwing and she took off into the sky. His mouth opened slightly to try and command his dragon to stay, but Vermithor was already off following after her.
"Our dragons are mates. Did you know that?" you asked, and you could tell by his reaction alone he did not. "I am sure there is a lot she does not tell you."
"I am loyal," he immediately replied, as if that was what you were accusing him as.
You smiled kindly, "I did not say you were not," you nodded looking around rocking back and forth on your heels, "What is your name, good ser?"
"Hugh."
You nodded, "I am told your wife is inside Tumbleton. My husband and I have talked extensively and we would like to provide her a safe exit if that is your will.”
"Your husband?" he asked, confused, his eyebrows drawn together, as if he was missing a piece to the puzzle.
"Lord Ormund Hightower is now my husband. We married a few days ago in the eyes of the Seven. Love just does not wait as I am sure you know," you answered.
He stared at you a moment, saying nothing and you smiled once more, warmly the one you reserved for only two people, but this was not a genuine one and that was okay. "What she offered you have you received yet?"
He said nothing once more and it was an answer enough. You nodded, "Is it something simple that should have been granted by now." For a third time, he was absolutely silent, telling you everything you needed to know, "What is it that you wish for, Ser Hugh?" you finally asked.
"To provide living for both my wife and myself," he finally told you causing you to nod.
You tilted your head back and forth as if it was a hard decision, "And if I tell you I am ready to grant that?"
The hesitation was clear in his face, causing him to open his mouth before clamping it shut as he watched you, "In return for what?" he asked.
You smiled once more at him, faux warmth and kindness dripping "Swear yourself to me, and your dragon. Though as you can see he has no objections in the matter."
"To you?" he questioned, his eyes widening as if he had been expecting someone else. Mayhaps one of your three brother's more than likely the eldest.
"Yes to me. I am the eldest. I am the rightful heir to the throne in the eyes of the Gods and fourteen flames. My brother's are craven boys who hide behind their dragons and as you can see," you gestured around to your beasts flying in the air, "I do not hold their values."
The contemplation was clear as day causing you to nod, "Well I can leave you to it. You can think on if it so pleases you—"
"I accept!" he suddenly blurted to you, causing you to smile, a real one. Silverwing let out a joyous screech from above you.
"You can bend your knee now, and swear your oath now."
"Dragon! My Lord there has been a dragon spotted."
You and Ormund were both on your feet in a flash. Your eyes widened, and you replied before your husband could, "What dragon?" you asked, the man. He did not answer shaking in fear, his mouth opening and closing causing you to roll your eyes.
"Well what fucking color was it you imbecile?" you asked, moving toward the man.
"I do not know—"
"Fuck!" you screamed, moving toward the door, and you almost had it open when a hand quickly wrapped around your arm stopping you.
Ormund stared at you, eyes wide in panic, and the fear he would never voice a loud. Mayhaps for himself. For Daeron. For you.
"You mustn't do this alone. Think what we will loose if we loose you," he tried, but you could see the emotions seeping through. It was not only that. His face was showing every vulnerable emotion he could not
Your hand moved out, cupping his cheek, "Then I will die, and you mourn me while taking Daeron far far away from here," you instructed. Your mouth pressed to his quickly, causing him to be distracted. You pulled away from him before he could stop you once more, disappearing despite his protests calling for you to wait for him,
You ran through the streets, pushing through the people toward the gates. The men guarding it immediately opened it recognizing you. Silverwing flew through the air, coming to land just in front of you as if she knew you were coming.
You went to approach your ready mount, when another dragon was spotted. Your eyes squinted slightly, your hand moving to rest above your eyes blocking the sun from view trying to figure out just who had come to you.
You let out a breath of relief realizing it was Dreamfyre, which meant, "Helaena," you whispered watching as the beautiful blue dragon landed with a soft crash, causing the ground to shake. She let out a roar of warning, causing you to stay planted right where you stood.
Silverwing responded with her own, "Lykirī," you instructed, running a reassuring hand against her side causing her to preen from attention.
Your younger sister and her only daughter slid off the side, approaching you allowing you to finally feel as if you could move from your spot.
"Hi," you breathed out, not in front of the pair of them. "How are you here?" you said your hands, cupping the woman's face as you scanned her face for injuries before moving to her child.
"A knight helped us to the Dragonpit," she explained you, causing you to nod.
You knelt before Jaehera who allowed you to examine her with a timid smile, before you stood back to your full height, "What knight?" you asked, in confusion,
"Alfred Broome. He said to go to Aegon, but I knew that you would be a better choice. That you would protect us. Protect my girl," she sobbed out, her body shaking slightly.
You opened your arms, and she moved forward collapsing into your arms. You held her tightly, "You are safe. Nothing is going to hurt you know, and I will protect you unlike I was able to do with Aemond," you promised, kissing her head as you could feel your own tears collecting in your eyes.
You meant good on your word. Nothing would happen to Helaena, Jaehaera nor Daeron so long as you still draw breath from this earth.
Your boots, squelched against the wet grounds of camp. You navigated back toward the heart of camp. Your back ached from the bark it had been driven into moments ago, and you knew it was painted an angry red, but you did not let it stop you.
You made your way to your youngest brother's tent, stopping just outside the door, "Daeron," you called out, giving him a moment to deny your entry.
The young man appeared pulling back the curtain. His grin widening in excitement seeing you and only you, "I thought you were busy," he said.
"I always have time for you," you assured him. "I was actually hoping we could go for a stroll outside camp," you said, your lips turned up in the gentle smile.
He looked hesitate for a moment, "Does Lord Ormund know?"
You nodded, "It his idea. He wants me to try and wear you out so that you may rest for a few hours before we are set to take off."
Daeron then stepped out, following beside you as you made your way toward the treeline
"We are less than a day away from taking King's Landing," you said, casually.
He nodded, and you could see his lips turn down in a frown, and as if you were apart of him you knew exactly what went through his mind.
The thought of violence. The thought of you having to get hurt to claim what it is yours. The thought of what could happen to his elder brother if this was not done peacefully.
You stopped immediately, your eyes scanning around ignoring his look of confusion before you took a step toward him, "I have a…plan to do this without bloodshed," you suddenly, declared, your voice dropping even lower to prevent yourself from being heard from anyone, but the pair of you.
He blinked at you in, mouth parting in surprise as he stared you. His head whipped around searching for any stray listeners then once he realized it was the pair of you, "How?" he asked immediately.
You stared at him a moment, letting out a sigh, "We are but a few hours march from King's Landing, and Ormund is planning to start once it is dark. We leave ahead of him."
"And do what?" he asked, leaning forward in anticipation.
You smiled, "We walk through the castle, with our heads high and straight to Aegon, because that is still our seat. We are still Targaryens and we have something he does not."
"Dragons," he breathed, out causing you to smile.
Your hand raised, resting against his cheek, "We have the power to take what is ours with fire and blood, but he does not…Therefore we may not have to use it."
The green robe hung loosely on you, as you laid sprawled out against the mattress awaiting Ormund. He was praying, for a swift victory more than likely. You did not really listen when he told you of his intents as you were already formulating a plan of your own.
It was simple. It was so incredibly simple it seemed to easy, but you knew Ormund like the back of your hand. You knew exactly what to say, how to say it, and how to present yourself to sell yourself exactly like you needed too.
You were a weapon. This he knew, and had used on his own will against others time and time again, but this was different. He was a avid schemer, but so where you. And right now you needed to be a better one then him. One step ahead.
He pushed through the tent pausing slightly as he took in your current state. "You are dismissed," he said not turning to even look at who had followed behind him.
He clicked his tongue, as he began to remove his tunic, holding your gaze with a grin, "You have just been laying here nearly bare for anyone to see…What would I have done if someone saw you in such state, dear wife?" he asked, pushing his top layer from him revealing his toned chest.
"You would have their eyes then," you said, pushing yourself to your feet. Your fingers pulled the string, as the material pooled to the floor leaving you completely bare.
Ormund's breath got stuck in his throat for a minute, as he took in your appearance. He then leaned down,not fully pulling his eyes from you as he pulled his boots off, discarding them off to the side.
You moved toward him, your hands trailing down his skin causing his muscle to tense under your touch as he made quick work of his trousers and breeches, now matching you. His mouth shot down claiming yours.
His hand moved wrapping around your throat, holding you in place as his tongue pushed back sweeping into your mouth as if he was trying to devour you whole. He consumed you. Every thought. Every sense. You were his in every way that mattered. In every way that formed you belonged to him.
You were his. Just as her was yours, and you would do anything to make sure he was not harmed.
"Sit down," you instructed, nodding to the bed, causing him to grin.
He stared down at you for a moment, tilting his head, "And what have I done to deserve this?" he asked, settling down against the furs.
You smirked,moving forward slightly, before settling down on top of him, "A husband deserves to be rewarded for all his hard work does he not?" you asked, your legs moving to straddle either side of him. Your hands moving to lace through his hair tilting his head back.
"You are a sight. The maiden favored you," he confessed.
Your hand wrapped around his thick shaft running his tip through your folds, notching himself at your drooling hole.
"The Gods smile upon you Ormund, and therefore they chose me for you," you said, before sinking down atop him.
You let out a moan,your nails digging into his scalp. His hands moved to your hips, not giving you anytime to adjust before he began to guide you. "You are my life. The sins I would commit for you. You—" he let out a low moan as you moved against him, quickening your pace. "You are everything."
"I am nothing without you," you whispered, your head lulling back as you could feel the coil in your belly already threatening to snap. Your swollen clit, rubbed against his pubic bone giving it the attention it so desperately needed.
And at this point your plan was out the window, chasing your own high. Fucking yourself onto your husband as if you were a desperate whore rather than a highborn woman. A Queen.
"Our sons will be dragon riders," you said, your hands tightening in his hair as your eyes rolled back slightly.
"Our son will be destined for glory, and nothing less," he agreed moving your hips against him, faster, as you took him deeper.
"You will father kings, Ormund," you cried out as your orgasm finally wash over you.
Your vision went white, as it traveled all throughout your body. An all consuming burning that came alone with the man that only he could deliver. In a flash you were on your back, as he took over.
He fucked int you like a man possessed, fast, frantic as if he was trying to prove something. His head moved, resting in between the crook of your neck, as he thrusted in and out brutally. Your cunt taking him as if it was it's only life purpose.
"We will be unstoppable. Nothing would ever dare step between you," he whispered, his nose pressed against your flesh breathing you in as he continued to fuck into you. Your nails dragging frantically down his back tearing the skin.
You could feel his hips starting to stutter, each thrust getting lazier, more frantic indicating he was close, "You will save my blood. You will save my line." A final roll of his hips, and he came inside you with a guttural groan. His fingers digging into your hips further, imprinting himself into your skin just like he had every other aspect of your life.
He was a part of you, as you were apart of him. Together you would have exactly what you both desired. Power, but for different reasons. He would be all the same in the end. A throne, a duty pressing into your shoulders that you both would have the strength to uphold as one.
"I love you," you whispered, and his mind was too hazy from his post orgasmic state to notice the tone you said it in.
He pressed a kiss to your neck, letting his lips linger on your warm skin, "I love you," he whispered back like a confession, as if he were praying to the Gods at the alter. A higher being rather than his wife.
Ormund laid back, bringing you into him, his slick chest pressing into your back as his arm draped around you firmly. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before closing his eyes, hoping to rest some before the march ahead.
Your eyes did not close. You laid still, listening to his breath even out, before slowly sliding from the bed. You moved quietly pulling your own riding gear on, no wanting to bother calling someone to help.
That was a risk, and you did not need those right now, enough would be waiting for you once you reached King's Landing. Once you were finally dressed, you turned back glancing at your husband's sleeping form
Your heart pulled, urging you to wake him and to inform him on your plan, but you brain stayed firm in its logic. You could do this without him. You could handle this in a calmer way then slaying an entire castle with a large army.
"I love you," you whispered, quietly enough not to disturb him, but you needed to say it at least one more time.
Just incase.
You made your way through the camp. The sun had began to set as you met Daeron awaiting by your two mounts. You let out a breath, trying to steady yourself as you approached the steward awaiting you by the trees.
He was a timid boy, by the name of Bryon. He never could fully meet your eyes for long, and even now as you approached him his eyes laid watching the two dragons in fear. You smiled at him kindly, moving to grip his shoulder causing him to look at you, "I have a task for you."
He stared at you for a moment. Not in the eyes, but somewhere near your cheek, before nodding awaiting his orders, "Once I am in the air I want you to alert Lord Ormund that Daeron and I have departed," you instructed. You stepped around him heading toward Silverwing who let out a sound of excitement.
"To where, Your Grace?" he yelled out.
You paused, "To take my throne."
You sat outside King's Landing in the fields, for some time, giving Ormund and his army time to catch up incase this did not go the way you had in mind. You wanted this done as smoothly as possible, but you were not an idiot. There would be resistance. Mainly from Aegon, but his men were a different story, Mere men believed in power of the dragon, something he now lacked where you did not.
Tessarion landed first, inside the gates causing the man to stumble backwards. "Open the gates for my sister!" he declared, voice steady, masking the kind boy he was underneath.
Silverwing landed outside the door with a loud roar, as you slid off just as the doors opened allowing you to walk through. Daeron stood waiting for you, his hand resting open the sword on his belt.
A knight, one that you did not remember came practically barreling toward you. One of the brave few it seemed, but the fear was evident in his eyes as he eyed Tessarion. Then there a crash behind you.
Neither you or your brother had to turn to know Silverwing now sat atop the gate, her claws digging into the walls as she sat staring down at all the men. He stopped in his steps for a moment, eyes wide before continuing forward.
"We were not expecting you my Prince… Princess," he said out, but did not seem so sure on your title.
You smiled, "Our brother currently sits the throne. Is it not our right to be by his side?"
"Well, yes…but I was told that if you came—"
Silverwing and Tessarion let out a loud roar alerting them of their presence. About the fact that you still had what their King did not. Dragons. The power and fear that came along with that.
"We do not need help finding him do not worry," you called out, before Daeron followed after you. He did not try to stop you, and neither did any of his men, all staring at the dragons with a hesitation.
They had spent months without this. They had gotten to comfortable.
The hallways were practically empty, and you wondered if the staff had already fled or if they were in hiding trying to protect themselves from the beasts that sat right outside.
You did not allow yourself to look around reminiscing on the halls of your childhood, vision straight as you made your way to the throne room. Daeron on the other hand did the opposite, "I do not remember this place," he whispered, looking around as if he were afraid of the ghosts.
"You turned out better, because you do not remember this place," you replied, as he followed after you.
Muscle memory carry you toward the throne room. If your twin was not already there it would be only moments there until he was no doubt being alerted of your presence. You finally reached your destination pausing outside the doors.
"Are you afraid?" Daeron whispered.
You shook your head, "No. I know it is what I must do," you said, turning toward him.
And it was the truth, because the alternative was him. Was putting a crown on his head he had no desire for. It was a title that would drain his light, and duties that would waste his youth instead of the peace he should have as a third son.
Then yours and Daeron's name sounded through the air, causing you to both to pause turning toward the source. Your mother came barreling toward the pair of you. Her red hair pulled back, as her eyes looked wild. Her face looked sunken in, and she looked tired, drained from the events that had transpired after she placed her son on the throne.
"What—What are you doing here?" she asked, looking between the pair of you.
She reminded you more of a wild animal that the composed woman of court she was suppose to be. You merely smiled, "I am here to talk with Aegon."
Her head then snapped back down the hall, "Where is…" she trailed off, but you knew what she was asking.
Where is Ormund. Where is the army she knew would be close if you stood here before her.
You smiled, "My husband." She flinched in disgust at the thought. The truth that you were now married to her cousin. To a man older then her. That this was truly her fault. She had sent you to him. "Is right outside King's Landing. Do not fret he will be here soon."
You then turned toward Daeron. "I want you to wait here," you told him, "Catch up with our…dear mother," the disdain was clear in your words as you looked to the woman.
"But—" Daeron protested, moving toward you trying to stop you. He stopped when you turned toward him.
Your hand moved cupping his face, "I need you to trust me. I will handle this like I do everything."
He stared at you a moment, before nodding in agreement, "I trust you." Alicent watched her eyes flickering between the pair of you, her lips slowly turning down.
You smiled at him, "Come alert me once Ormund is here. If things do not go as plan you will leave. You will save yourself and only yourself going back to Helaena," you instructed. She had instructions. She had a further plan, if this went even further. One that would keep her, Jaehaera and Daeron safe just like you promised.
He frowned at you, his eyes watering slightly. You kept your smile, nodding to him before finally turning away from him. You turned to the door, your hands resting over the large oak.
"Let me—" your mother started, trying to insert herself, to accompany you.
But that was the last thing you needed. "Know your role, Alicent," you hissed, repeating the words she had once told you.
She flinched, as you pushed open the doors slamming behind you, "Well this is a sight," you declared looking to your twin.
Aegon sat in a wooden chair at the end of the throne. The few members left of his council and two guards sat off toward the side. Corlys, Larys and Orwyle all stood as you made your way into the throne room.
"Sister," Aegon greeted, though you could hear the edge in his voice as he watched you carefully.
You smiled. You walked slowly, unhurried as you were, "You look truly pathetic," you declared.
"I could have your tongue for that."
"Aegon you cannot even stand. Let us talk honestly now," you tsked. "I have come for my throne," you called out, with a shrug.
He looked toward his council in disbelief, before his head snapped back to you, "Your throne?" he laughed, "You have no more right to the Throne than the Bitch Queen of Bastards."
You chucked, "And yet she sat your throne for half a year in your absence, because you fled." The smile drained from his face as you moved into the room, closer to him. His three men moved off to the side standing beside each other as they watched you and your twin.
You stopped in front of him, your eyes moving over his legs to which no doubt were mangled leaving him truly incapable of walking properly, "One could argue I have more right then you…You have no heir, no dragon, and you cannot even walk… Your wife and daughter fled to me for safety after you abandoned them like a craven, and you believe you are fit to rule?" you asked, laughing as you looked around. Corlys Velaryon, Maester Orwyle and Larys Strong said nothing, but staring at you.
The intrigue clear in their eyes. "I have a dragon. Three more sworn to me. I am married to Lord of Oldtown and commander of the Hightower army who currently marches upon this very kingdom ready to seize it. And my youngest brother Daeron is my heir until I can produce one of my own. Aegon can not control his cock how can you expect him to control a Kingdom."
You turned toward him with the smile, "And there is the fact he is not—"
"Stop!" he screeched, his chair rutting against the floor as he tried to stand, but was unsuccessful collapsing into the wood.
You let out a laugh, your shoulders shaking, "Oh…Do they not know?" you asked before turning to his council.
Your twin screamed your name urging you to stop, "Aegon did not even come out the womb first. Not very fit of a king if you ask me. You can even ask our mother that," you said nodding to the door that kept you separated from her.
"Aegon has brought you nothing, but death and destruction. He has killed the dragons, he has killed families. Mine, yours, and others. His time is over, and now we seek a new beginning. One that myself and my own council are ready to bring you. One that most of you have the chance to serve on if you prove yourself worthy," you declared with a shrug.
"Fuck you!" he yelled tossing his chalice across trying to aim for you, but missing horribly. You stepped back slightly, let out a laugh at his pathetic attempt.
You then turned to his council once more, The three remaining men who stood staring at you, when a roar from outside that rattled the castle walls. "Lord Ormund has arrived. The Hightower host is outside the gates," Daeron declared, bursting through the doors, moving to your side quickly.
"Your final chance to do this without bloodshed, My Lords," you warned.
"Kill her! Kill the bitch!" Aegon declared, but not a single person made a move.
"Open the doors for the Hightower Host. Save yourself rather than a dying king who has already cost you so much."
The three men leaned their heads together whispering and you watched your brother's eyes widen in horror, understanding what they were doing, "You are loyal to me! I am the king! I am the fucking king!" he made an attempt to stand, reaching for his crutch, but it fell from his shaky hands causing him to crumple to the floor.
Corlys and Larys shared a look, "We will open the gates," the Velaryon declared, as the Strong followed after him.
Aegon let out a scream of agony, frustration or even defeat you weren't sure, but you turned to him nonetheless. "Help the prince into his chair," you instructed turning to his guards, "And then move him out of the way."
"I am the fucking king!" you rolled your eyes. You watched his few men help him into his chair before moving it of to the side slightly, looking toward you for your approval. You nodded, before going to step forward, but a hand shout out stopping you.
"Do not get to close," Daeron warned, eyes wide in fear.
"He cannot hurt me. Not anymore," you whispered, assuring him with a smile as you made your way toward your twin.
You kneeled in front of him, far enough that he could not grab you, but still close enough that you did not have to talk loudly. "This is for the best."
"Fuck you," he grit out.
You smiled at him, "Oh, Aegon. You never will just grow up," you sighed, standing to your feet once more.
The doors burst open once more, revealing your mother who ran to you, eyes wide as they flickered between each of her children, but you did not pay attention to her. Your eyes remained solely on Ormund who stood in the doorway, a proud smile filing his face as he looked to you and only you.
Hands reached out, cupping your cheeks forcing you to meet Alicent's gaze for the first time in a long time, "Mother," you greeted, coldly, sending shivers down her spine.
She stared at you, her eyes frantic as she blinked at you, "What have you done?" she asked, forcing you to stare at her.
You almost scoffed in reply. Instead you smiled at her, but it lacked any warmth, "What you could not," you said, before removing her hands off you.
You turned staring at the throne, as you felt someone fill the spot next to you, and you did not even need to turn to see who it was. You could feel his presence, seeping in through you as if you finally felt whole with him standing next you.
"My wife, the Queen," he whispered to you, and you could hear the awe in his voice. The slight disbelief that this was real life and not some dream of his. "My wife! The rightful heir of the throne has finally come to take back her Kingdom!" he then declared, turning to the hall.
You stared at the Iron Throne for a moment longer before finally beginning to climb the steps, slowly, You took your time, taking in the moments listening to your husband list off the extensive list of titles that now followed after your name.
You sat down on the throne as Ormund finally finished listing off your titles, as you stared out at the small crowd with a smile, leaning back into the iron chair as if were made of plush rather then steal.
"You may begin by swearing your oaths to my wife. The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms."
really struck by how claudia grieving madeleine seems to be the thing that gets most to lestat during the seance. he only starts to cry when claudia tells them that she can’t find her companion, that’s she’s been alone this entire time. and of course this is what would get to him. the thing he fears the most is loneliness. so knowing that his daughter found a companion only to lose her again in death. it’s devastating
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sucking modern!maekars dick in his fancy car 😝 MDNI 18+ im trying to get better at writing smut and this was just a lil idea swirling round in my mind<3
The roads on route to Makears house mansion run along dense forests and are only partially lit the occasional street lights dotted along the tree line. Usually the darkness the late hour brought would scare you, but right now you have just the right amount of wine in your system to not care and instead stare intently at your boyfriend as he drives. The gala ran late. Much later than either of you had hoped which left Maekar muttering grumpily under his breath for last hour or so as various men in suits tried to suck up to him and his brothers. He was more than eager to leave. Now, you were in the car, his face only lit by the low lights of the dashboard highlighting the slightly crooked bridge of his nose that you loved so much.
“Pull over.” You said plainly.
“What? Are you okay?” He asked, glancing at you quickly before returning his eyes to the road.
You move a hand to toy with the silvery hairs at the base of his neck. “Yep. Im gonna suck your dick.”
“The house is 15 minutes away, you can wait.” You hated how disciplined he was. Its so hot.
You groan before an idea hits you. You start undoing his belt where he sits in the drivers seat. He wouldn’t be so reckless as to partake in road head- so he’d have no choice but to pull over. You were right, smiling as the car pulls onto the side of the road and the engines hum stops. You unplug your seatbelt to readjust your position and undo the zip on his slacks.
“Fucking woman.” He grumbles but is swiftly cut of when your soft hand wraps around him stroking his length slowly.
“What was that?” You say tilting your head at him. “You know most men would kill for something like this, so be grateful.”
Fed up of talking you pull his thick cock out of the confines of his boxers and lean your head down allowing your tongue to lick gently over the tip, causing Maekar to his through his teeth. You waste no time in taking him into your mouth and hollowing your cheeks, moving your head with determined purpose. His hand comes to rest at the base of your neck, not pushing, never pushing, but stroking a thumb over the skin lovingly allowing you to keep control.
Your hand joins your efforts, pumping what you cant fit into your mouth. “Fuck me.” He moans at the feeling, grip on your neck tightening just enough to spark pleasure through your body and you can feel him pulsing in your mouth. He cums with an almost pained groan when you suckle at his tip, hot ropes of cum hitting your waiting tongue as your hand milks all it can from him. If he wasnt lost in orgasmic bliss he might have been embarrassed by how fast he came but the sight of you greedily swallowing his seed fills him with a sense of pride.
You slump back in your seat wiping your hand over the spit smeared over your face, both of your panting like youd just ran a marathon. “Happy now?” He grumbles, frown ever present on his face.
“Mhm. But I cant promise I wont need you to fuck me when we are home.” You say with sly smile as he starts the car again and pulls out onto the dark road.
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