Warning(s): Explicit sexual content, Explicit language, Age gap (Reader is her early 20s), Angst, Drama, Grumpy-Insecure-Denial-Desperate!Maekar, Angry teasing, Brat behaviour, Desperate Sex, Romantic sex, Happy ending, Hurt and comfort.
No use of y/n, the reader has no physical description.
A/N: No AI involved, all of my garbage is mine, and I'm still human.
English is not my first language; my apologies for any eventual mistakes.
Don't copy, translate, upload, or use my works anywhere.
Your marriage with Maekar wasn't going well. It was a fact. Since your wedding night, when you literally joined for a few minutes and barely spoke, you were sure your life would be a nightmare. The months that followed were filled with solitude and sadness. The Prince disappeared for long periods, but even when he was in Summerhall, it seemed like he wasnât there. He used to summon you to his chambers when he wanted to get laid, but it was always quick, unemotional, and very much unpleasant. He couldnât even look at you. The entire family noticed it too. Even Daella and Rhae tried to help you, but their lack of experience in married life and their point of view as daughters werenât helpful.
Someone came to help, though, someone absolutely unexpected. It was late at night when you woke up, startled by the insistent knocking at the door. You hurried to light a candle and opened the door.
âPrince AerionâŚâ You whispered, surprised by his presence.
He checked you out with a thirsty gaze, licking his lip and smirking, forcing you to close the dressing gown.
âYouâre not that bad, I canât see why the old man canât be happy fucking you.â
Your mouth moved to say something, but nothing came out, enough surprised and worried by his presence. Fake scenarios filled your mind. Maybe Aerion was there to rape you since Maekar hadn't gotten you pregnant yet, or maybe he was just bored and in need of some entertainment.
âAre you scared, mummy?â He teased you.
You cleared your throat. âWhy are you here, Your Grace?â
Aerion made a wave with his head, and a stunning woman showed up at his side. It was clear she was a prostitute, according to her revealing clothes and the lascivious behaviour in the presence of the Prince.
âThis is Breyna, and sheâs here to give you practical suggestions to improve your marriage.â
You quickly switched your attention between them. âI donât thinkâŚâ
âWhat do you or donât you think is not my concern. Youâre going let her in, and I donât want to see her until she thinks youâre ready to fuck my father properly.â
You knew it wasnât wise to argue with Aerion, so you let Breyna in while he waited outside. The woman offered some practical demonstration, but you refused to participate. Her advice and little tricks could be pretty much useful, you had to admit.
The following night, you showed up in the Princeâs chambers of your own free will, but when the guard knocked at the door, Maekar opened with impetuosity and a very angry face.
âWhat theâŚ!â He shouted before realising you were right in front of him. âWhat the fuck are you doing here?â
âMay I come in, Your Highness?â You asked respectfully.
âNo.â
He was going to shut the door when you took your dressing gown off, letting it fall on the floor. The two guards couldnât help but stare at your body covered by only a light nightgown. They could see your curves through the fabric and the skin of your deep neckline. Even Maekar couldnât ignore it, and the way the guards were staring like starving animals. He grabbed your arm, dragging you in, locking the door.
âWhat the fuck this means? Are you going to put me to shame in front of the entire reign?â He barked in your face.
You should have felt mortified at this point. Months of unsatisfying marriage, and now your husband was furious with you because of your inappropriate behaviour, but no⌠nothing was scratching you. You were so tired of that life that you would have accepted any consequence.
And so you did it, you shut him down with a kiss, grabbing the collar of his robe to keep him close and insisting even if he wanted to get away from you in a startled reaction. He fought against himself not to give in to your kiss, but it was a useless attempt. Your lips were fire, and he tasted them for the first time that night. How, in the name of the Seven, could he resist all of those months without them? Hungry tongue slipped into your mouth, possessive hand around your jaw as he took over.
Your hand slipped over his hardness through his pants, following Breynaâs suggestion to take the initiative to let him know he was wanted and you were craving for him. Maekar growled into your mouth and tore the upper part of your nightgown, exposing your bare breasts. You gasped against his lips and slipped the rest of your nightgown to the floor. When he pulled away to take his robe off, he suddenly stopped. His gaze on you was different; there was no more fire, no more desire. He threw his robe at you and turned around with his hands over his hips.
âGo away.â
In confusion, you tried to find a logical reason why he was rejecting you once more. Especially after showing you how much he wanted you.
âWhy?â
âIâm not obligated to answer.â
âYes, you are.â You firmly said.
He turned around, frowning with disbelief. âWhat did you say?â
âYou owe me an explanation for why our marriage is not working. Why donât you talk to me? Why don't you even deign to look at me?â You threw his robe on the floor, walking toward him filled with rage. âYou disappear for weeks, attending royal events without me, you fuck me only when your cock is about to explode and leave me after a few moments only!â You raised your voice, not caring about etiquette and bad words, and since Maekar wasnât fighting back, you felt the urge to continue. âWhy do I disgust you so much?!â You shouted and slapped his face in the moment of anger.
You suddenly stopped, visibly mortified, and you were ready to be beaten back. But Maekar licked his inner cheek where you slapped him and took his time to lay his gaze back on you.
âYouâre so damn young. Fuck, even Daella is older than you. How I suppose toâŚâ
âTo what? Fuck a grown woman even if younger than you?â You said, exasperated by his nonsensical reasons, sad that he didnât share that doubt with you before.
âI should have given you to Aerion.â He exhaled with frustration.
âBut I donât want Aerion.â
At those words, you took his hand and looked for his lips once again. The kiss was soft now, caring, filled with love. And Maekar returned it with the same gentleness and desire, his hands travelled around your body for the first time, touching your flesh and appreciating your soft skin.
âCan we start over?â He asked, almost begging, resting his forehead against yours.
You nodded, and your smile was so reassuring while you led the way in bed. Maekar finally looked at you with a husband's eyes, letting go into pleasure, worshipping your body properly. He bit your neck, fondling your breast and moving his mouth on your nipples. He licked and sucked, tickling your skin with his silver beard. His fingers sank into the flesh of your hips as he kissed your womb and your pubis. âOpen your legs.â He ordered.
You felt so ashamed when you moaned out loud because of his tongue on your clit. You never experienced something like that before. His eyes moved up at you to be sure you were fine as he kept teasing your little bulge, rolling the tip of his tongue, sucking and pressing just fine.
âKeep open.â He said firmly, while you just wanted to shut your thighs around his head.
When he added the fingers, everything blurred around you. He pumped vehemently, bringing you to the limit, but he wanted to look at you better during the final pleasure, and so, he moved up at you as he replaced his tongue with his thumb between your legs.
You never had an orgasm before. Every time Maekar made you his before, it was aseptic, almost painful.
When your body exploded with pleasure, you clung onto his upper arms, pressing your face against his collarbone and screaming shamelessly. He kept torturing you even when your body took enough, and you begged him to stop. Only at that moment, he pulled down his pants and penetrated you with strength. You were so wet at this point that he slipped inside you with no difficulty, but your tightness was still an uncontrollably aphrodisiac.
âFuck⌠perfect.â Those were the only words you could understand while your bodies melted together. It never happened before, Maekar tended to keep his distance but now it was another story entirely. Feeling his weight on you, fucking skin to skin and observing how you react to pleasure was out of control. He closed his eyes when he came inside you, heavy breathing against your cheek, his perfectly combed hair now a sweaty mess. He made one last deep groan before lying next to you.
Maekar didnât leave immediately as usual. Heâd rather pull you on his chest and keep you in his arms, making you realise everything would have changed from that moment on.
âIâll never forgive you for denying me this in the past eight months.â You said.
The contrast between Egg repeatedly wishing death upon Aerion versus Egg begging Dunk to not hurt Daeron when Dunk has him at knife point is everything to me 𼚠Egg loves his eldest brother even if he is a complete mess đ
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