my doomed targaryen dark haired princes. they both deserved to be kings and would’ve easily made the best kings their house had ever produced. GRRM when i catch you!!!!
Pairings: Jacaerys Velaryon x Pregnant!Wife!Reader
Summary: Your husband didn’t greet you that morning, it made you really upset.
WARNINGS: Pregnancy, ormones, fluff
A/n: after seeing the results I wrote this. This is a little short, but sooo cute😩 (I need Jace)
masterlist | wc: 1.7k
IT WAS already late afternoon when Jacaerys finished his daily training on the beach of Dragonstone. The waves continued to crash against the rocks with their constant roar, while the salty wind tousled his hair, already damp with sweat. His breathing was still heavy from the exertion, his chest rising and falling slowly as he put away his training sword and ran a hand across his forehead to wipe away the drops trickling down his temples. The sun was beginning to dip toward the horizon, painting the sky in shades of gold and crimson that reflected across the sea. His clothes were completely soaked with sweat and clung to his body with irritating insistence, but he paid it no mind. There was only one person he wanted to see after every training session, only one presence capable of turning exhaustion into serenity with a simple smile.
He crossed the great doors of the castle, welcomed by the familiar warmth of Dragonstone's halls. His footsteps echoed softly against the stone floor, while servants and guards offered quick bows as he passed. Jacaerys barely acknowledged them with a distracted nod. His mind was already elsewhere, focused solely on you. Ever since you had discovered you were expecting a child, every moment spent away from you felt far too long. It had become almost instinctive for him to seek you out the moment he set foot in the castle, to make sure you were well, that you needed nothing, that the pain accompanying your pregnancy was not too severe. You were his wife, the woman he had chosen and would continue to choose every day of his life. And the child growing within you represented the future he had always wanted to build together.
He found you in your chambers, seated before the great fireplace where the flames crackled softly, casting a warm light that enveloped the entire room. A heavy blanket lay over your legs, while one hand gently caressed your now evident belly in slow, almost unconscious gestures filled with a tenderness that tightened his chest every time he watched you. Your gaze, however, was lost in the fire, your eyes glossy, veiled with tears barely held back. Even when you heard the door open and immediately recognized his footsteps, you stubbornly refused to turn around. You continued staring at the flames as if he had not even entered the room.
Jacaerys' heart skipped a beat. All the calm he had gathered along the way vanished in an instant, replaced by immediate concern. Without even removing his training gloves, he quickly crossed the room and knelt before the armchair, trying to catch your gaze by lowering himself to your level. His dark eyes were filled with worry as they searched your face desperately for an explanation. "Why are you crying?" he asked, his voice far gentler than he had expected, as though he feared that speaking too loudly might shatter you further. One hand cautiously brushed the edge of the blanket, hesitant. "Please, tell me what's wrong."
Your lips trembled slightly, forming a pout that was as obvious as it was endearing. You took a deep breath, as if gathering all the courage you needed to confess the reason for your distress, something that felt enormous, even though a part of you already knew how irrational it was. "You've stopped loving me!" you finally whimpered, your voice breaking with tears and emotions that, in recent months, seemed to intensify without control. You kept avoiding his gaze, as if afraid that looking at him too long would make you cry even harder.
Jacaerys' eyebrows lifted again in astonishment. For a moment he remained completely still, unable to understand how you had reached such a conclusion. Then, seeing that stubborn pout and the deeply offended expression with which you pressed your lips together, a tender, amused smile slowly spread across his face. Before him stood the woman he loved, struggling against the tides of pregnancy hormones, and he found it all incredibly sweet. "And how did you come to that conclusion?" he asked with infinite patience, tilting his head slightly.
"This morning you left without saying goodbye, without giving me a kiss... nothing!" you replied immediately, as if you had been waiting all day for that moment to vent. You crossed your arms over your chest stubbornly, turning your face away so he couldn't read your expression. "You left as if I wasn't even there."
For a long moment, Jacaerys remained silent. Then he felt all the tension leave his shoulders in a deep sigh of relief. He had feared he had truly hurt you, that he had forgotten something important or unknowingly wounded you. Knowing that this was the reason almost made him smile even more, though he forced himself not to laugh. For you, that pain was real.
He stepped closer, slowly taking one of your hands in his. His fingers were still warm from training, but his touch remained incredibly gentle as he brought the back of your hand to his lips, pressing a slow, affectionate kiss against it. His lips indulged on your skin for a few seconds more than he intended to, the warmth of his mouth crawled upon your arm, leaving shivers on their way. "You were asleep." His voice was soft, almost a whisper. "I didn't have the heart to wake you, especially after you'd been up for most of the night because of the pain. I saw you finally resting so peacefully and it felt selfish to interrupt that sleep just to say goodbye." He lifted his gaze until it finally met yours. "And I don't think it's even possible for me to stop loving you." he continued, with the faintest hint of a smile.
Those words were enough to crack all your stubbornness. A muffled whine slipped past your lips before he gently pulled you against his chest, careful not to press against your belly. His arms wrapped around you with that steady reassurance that always made you feel safe, while one hand slowly began to stroke your back in slow, soothing motions. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat reached you clearly through the still-damp fabric of his clothes, and in that sound you always found a peace that was hard to explain. He stroked your back with one hand. "My sweet girl, why would you ever doubt my love? Have I ever made you question my feelings for you?"
You remained silent for a few moments, continuing to listen to his heartbeat as you sincerely reflected on that question. You sniffled softly a couple of times, absentmindedly wiping a tear against his tunic. Deep down, you already knew the answer. Jacaerys had never stopped showing you how much he loved you, not even for a single day. Every gesture, every act of care, every look he gave you spoke the same language. You lifted your face slightly, still pouting. "You're making me feel silly..." you admitted quietly.
He immediately shook his head firmly. "You are not silly at all." One hand rose slowly to brush your hair back behind your ear with disarming tenderness. "You have every right to be upset. I should have said goodbye before leaving this morning. Even if you were asleep, I could have at least left you a kiss on your forehead." His fingers gently caressed your cheek. "And for that, I'm terribly sorry. Will you ever forgive me, my love?"
You stayed silent for a few more seconds, pretending to consider your answer carefully. In truth, you had already decided to forgive him the moment he held you in his arms, but you had no intention of giving up that small advantage. Your lips curved slightly into a hidden smile.
"Only if you say the words you didn't tell me this morning." you murmured against his chest, your voice muffled by the fabric of his clothes.
A soft laugh escaped Jacaerys, full of affection. "As you wish, my girl." He gently lifted your face in his hands, looking at you as if you were the most precious creature to ever exist. "I love you." He placed a kiss on your cheek. "I love you." Another kiss, slightly higher. "I love you." Another, this time on the opposite cheek. "I love you." He continued without any hurry, smiling more and more each time he saw your pout melting away. "I love you."
In the end, you couldn't hold back anymore. A clear, bright laugh burst from your lips, filling the room and completely replacing the silence that had wrapped it just moments before. The pout vanished entirely, giving way to a radiant smile that made him forget all the exhaustion of the day.
Jacaerys couldn't stop looking at you. He would never stop marveling at how easily you could change his world with nothing more than a smile. His hand slowly slid to your belly, caressing it with infinite tenderness. "Is that enough now, my love, or must I repeat it endlessly to convince you?" he asked, amused.
You tilted your head slightly, pretending to think with great seriousness, while an ever-growing smile continued to light up your face. "Perhaps you could say it one or two more times."
He let out a quiet laugh, that warm sound that always melted your heart. Without needing to be asked twice, he went back to covering your face in small kisses, one after another, until you laughed even harder. Only when he saw your cheeks flushed and your eyes finally filled with happiness instead of tears did he pause, resting his forehead gently against yours. "I love you."
Perhaps, seen from the outside, that argument would have seemed foolish. Perhaps many would have smiled at fears born from nothing more than a forgotten goodbye. But for Jacaerys, nothing that concerned you was insignificant. If three words were enough to bring your smile back, then he would say them a thousand times a day without ever growing tired. If you needed to feel loved, he would always find a new way to show you, because his love knew neither measure nor pride.
You lowered your gaze, feeling warmth rise slowly to your cheeks. You tried, unsuccessfully, to hold back another small laugh. "I suppose I love you too." you muttered with feigned indifference.
pairings: jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader.
word count: 4.9k.
summary: jacaerys velaryon was no stranger to rhaenyra and daemon's affections, he wondered what it would be like to be intimate with another person. his frustration finally leads into something as the maid comes in with a tray of warm milk.
warning tags: nsfw. cunnilingus. handjob. blowjob. female receiving. male receiving. reader is guiding him, jacaerys is unhinged. porn with plot.
requested: no, i just had a prompt in mind.
naz says: i managed to squeeze out some words after years of being in a slump, lol. please bear with me on this. requests are open!
upon seeing his mother and daemon’s affection with each other, jacaerys grew curious of what it would be like to fully surrender yourself in the hands of someone else; to let go of whatever armor you wore suit, and to bare yourself naked, figuratively and well.. literally, in front of someone else you hold dear.
he only had limited time to think about certain thoughts, for the realm is in havoc and they were caught up in the middle of a conflict within their own house, within their own name. he wanted to do everything in his hands and beyond, for his mother’s throne and birthright, for their family.
jacaerys smothered his hands on his face, growing restless and frustrated over what was happening in the realm, of how rhaenyra was in deep distress. he was in the middle of writing a letter, the raven patiently awaits and perched on the window in his chambers; he once again thinks of what could happen on this evening, or in the following days.
the maid entered his doors, knocking politely on the wooden opening that allows him his own privacy, he looked up and saw you carrying a tray with a pitcher and a glass. “your grace, the queen ordered me to bring you hot milk as she thinks you have been in trouble having sleep.” you were looking down, deeply aware of the differences in your status, knowing better than to meet his gaze.
it was that very reason that you missed the way jacaerys looked at your form, of your smooth skin and the way your hair was held into an updo, emphasizing your bare neck. he heaves a sigh, feeling as if his head was once again getting filled with curiosities and ideas. he had known you, for a while in fact, gracefully doing your duties and making yourself seem smaller—but he never fails to miss you. in each time you walked into a room, clearly oblivious of the set of gazes thrown at your way, you were never unseen, no, not completely.
“stay for a moment.” he uttered when you were placing the tray on top of his table. there was a moment of shock, for you thought jacaerys mostly kept matters to himself. if he is in need of something, surely there would be a better choice than you.
you finished setting the tray on the table, making sure it does not touch the number of blank papers and books, and to ensure it would not fall towards the ground, “yes, your grace?”
he moves his chair away from the table, his body now directed towards you; there was a hint of worry in his face, and you thought it was a desperate moment for him. you allowed yourself to prepare, racking up the knowledge you have over the houses, recounting the events that had happened with regards to the throne; moreover, you allowed yourself in a headspace to feel, if in any case he needs to be consoled.
“what do you know about.. coupling?”
that was something you can never prepare for. The prince, the queen’s first-born, asking about marital duties and in a tone so plain and simple you could not comprehend it as quickly as you could.
there was a puzzled look plastered on your face, alongside a hint of light blush creeping under your skin, “your grace?”
“forget about it. you may go now.” he dismissed, going back into facing the table, picking up his quill as he goes, but not writing anything in the paper.
you got nervous initially, thinking that you have failed to do a simple duty, to answer when a question is asked—it could have been anyone else, but to fail the prince is considerably a grave mistake.
“i only know very little about coupling, your grace. we were taught about it back then, on how to please our husbands in the matters of producing a child.” you answered as quickly as you could, not knowing how to stop now since you fear of disappointing him, yet a new wave of unease just hits you. you were never given a permission to speak, as a matter of fact, you were dismissed. yet here you are.
“must it only be done when producing an heir? is that only the purpose of it?” he looks up from his table and continued where the question was left off, whatever it was that he was trying to write is completely forgotten now.
“i do not think so, your grace. my mother said it could also be done if you want to please your husband, if you want to pleasure them.” you scrambled to look at anywhere else but him. there was a small fidget from you as you play with your fingers, finding anything else in his chambers to look at instead of feeling the weight of his stare.
“must it always be between husband and a wife?” he spoke again in the gentlest of tone, not breaking his gaze on you and plainly seeing the tensed expression you have.
you wondered how and why he had led to think of these matters, you wanted to ask what prompted him to think of it, and how or when he started getting ideas.
“not entirely, your grace. the women in whore houses—”
“i was not talking about the ladies in those places. can it be done with a friend? or.. a maid?” he contemplated on the last question before saying it, as he himself was feeling anxious as well, careful not to make you feel any sort of discomfort.
“i.. i believe so.” the question hung in the air for some moment before you understood that it was your turn to answer, “if both persons allow it, your grace, i deem it should be possible.”
jacaerys stood up from his seat, almost a bit too hasty, that the wooden leg of the chair made a sound as it scratched against the ground when he made a move, he walks towards you, dangerously close, up until his breath fans over your face, “would you..”
you swallowed, hard, the proximity of your bodies and how the distance could almost come to a close in a mere second would have sent you fainting, but you stood still, a little voice in your head whispers just how much of this you can take some more. you couldn’t deny it, not anymore, how warm the room suddenly got and how he could easily send a shiver down your spine, and the worst of it all, he looked unaware of it, or he did know, except he didn’t let himself care.
the prince’s hand makes its way to your face, gently cupping your cheek with his warmth, his thumb softly brushing over your bottom lip and you parted it, almost out of instinct, almost naturally, as if this whole ordeal is something that occurs very commonly; he felt right, he felt safe. your mind lingered over past memories for a minute, how this certain boy captivated you since you got into dragonstone, since the moment your own house swore allegiance and loyalty to the one and only heir to the iron throne, queen rhaenyra. he stood quietly by her side back then, unassuming in the background while daemon talks, you briefly locked gazes and you saw comfort; you had known of what was happening, and how hell will break loose any second, between the queen and her half-brother—even more aware of the number of hours that jacaerys spends in solitude, an unexplored abyss deep within him, seen through the lenses of his eyes, and you felt an inexplicable urge to take care of him in little ways, like bringing milk into his chambers and masking it under the guise of being the queen’s orders.
a soft exhale escaped your lips and you looked up at him, at his pair of eyes that looked lonely when he thinks no one else is looking, at the same pair of eyes that burns in fury to defend his mother’s name—at the same pair of eyes that has been darkened by something else at the moment, something primal and all-consuming.
“would you allow me to learn of it?”
it was a simple question, not even uttered in a sense of giving an order or a command, he was asking you. the mere fact that he has asked a woman with a name who is not entirely known anywhere to bed him, when he could have done it with anyone else, with someone who is like him, someone with a name, someone who has the honor, someone who has the pride. yet when he placed his hand to caress your side, and his thumb rubbed on your lip, propping it open, all your worries seemed to evaporate and you were left with an empty state of mind.
you willed yourself near him, crashing your lips to his in a split second; your once-shy arms seemed to have a mind on its own and wrapped itself to him, as if you needed to grasp but careful enough not to make it hurt, as if you needed him to anchor you before you fall into the deep end.
the shared kiss was passionate and intense, a certain matter of thirst needed to be quenched and it could only be done with this. you were never letting go no matter how sloppy it has gotten, jacaerys’ inexperience was noticeable at first but he has always been good at following orders and you knew he was always quick at learning things. he opened his mouth to gasp any amount of air and you took the liberty for yourself to slip your tongue inside, and he made a sound, almost a whine and you thanked yourself you were not too lost in the moment to register the kind of noises he makes. you explored within, willingly and messily; and you felt his hand encircling on your lower back now, hugging you even tighter, pressing his body further into you.
then you pulled away.
“is this your first time, your grace?” you struggled to breathe for air, wiping the side of your mouth with the back of your hand. he could only nod, a light shade of pink crept its way into his cheeks as he looks away, similarly catching his breath after the steamy exchange.
you pushed him towards his chair, propping him downwards until he’s fully seated; he looked baffled, crossing his eyebrows in the process but obliged without questions.
“it would be my honor to teach you a few things, your grace.” there was a hint of pride in you now, jacaerys was always following orders, whether it’s from rhaenyra, daemon or rhaenys, he would be following regardless. his utmost compliance boosted a certain confidence in you, the idea of having him on his knees, the absolute fact that the queen’s first-born son is right at your mercy.
it was deep in the night when you hand-delivered the milk, yet you worry that someone might come in and push past the doors, so you wasted no more time, for you did not know if something as completely bizarre and euphoric, such as this, could ever happen again. You kneeled towards him, never tearing your gaze away, he straightened himself on the chair, his arms already prepared to stop you from kneeling but you ignored him and placed both palms against his lap, applying enough pressure as it trails upward, a small grin paints itself onto your face upon seeing just how clueless he gets at every movement demonstrated.
you started pulling on the strings of his garments, the dent on his clothes is almost impossible to ignore, even more so now that it has created a wet patch. once done, you urged him to raise himself from the chair to pull the linen downward, freeing his hard cock in the process and throwing away his clothes elsewhere. you took a quick observation, for someone who has not experience anything thus far, he appeared clean, the hair just below his abdomen was trimmed and its tip glistens with wetness, already leaking as it stands upright.
“i-is it bad?” he asks, keeping a tight grip on the chair’s arms with both hands, not knowing where else he could hold onto.
“you are perfect, your grace.” you smiled at him, genuine and pure, in hopes of smoothing away his worries and to only think of the pleasures that will come along.
“jace. please. please call me jace.” he uttered in a small voice, his breathing growing heavier now, and beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
“as you wish, jace.” you held onto his shaft, earning a loud gasp from him as he jerked from his seat, “since we are asking nicely, jace, please let me know if you feel good, what does not, then you can learn from that.” the hold on his cock has been gentle at first, slowly increasing in pressure and pace as you make a suggestion. jace nodded eagerly, not quite bothered by his labored breaths now as he struggles to maintain a stable composure.
you guessed that he was sensitive, and you wanted to see how much more you could make a mess out of him in this regard; so you started pumping, stroking his cock languidly but careful not to touch the leaking tip. your other hand tries to calm him down by placing it on top of his lap, the tensed muscles lets you know he’s far from being relaxed, and you revel in it anyway.
“that’s good..” he whispered, closing his eyes as he leans back on the chair, one would think he’s slowly getting used to it, yet his hands that are getting almost too pale from strongly gripping on the chair’s arms says otherwise.
you hummed, prideful to yourself with just how easy the words seem to flow out of him, and the other matter that it is so impossibly easy to please the man; you would think that he could already come undone just with your hands alone—and you can’t have that. not yet.
while his eyes remained closed, and his face contorted with both pleasure and bliss, you took the time to bring your mouth towards his cock, surrounding the tip with warmth. as expected, both of his eyes shot open in a flash, looking straight at you now while your tongue licks at his skin, the immediate hint of the salty taste enveloping your tongue and you pushed forward into his shaft, taking more of him into your mouth.
he groaned, naturally so, as one of his hand found its way on your head, placing it idly on top, not guiding, not commanding; his other hand kept its place on the arm of the chair, still holding onto it like his life depended on it, “gods.. that’s.. that’s good.” you feel him slightly thrusting to follow the rhythm you have set whilst sucking his cock, your head continuously bobbing as you take his length, fighting the urge to gag and choke as you try to take all of him right down on your throat.
“hold on a moment, please.. please slow down.” he spoke softly, almost coming out as a whisper and he genuinely wanted to push you off, yet his hands does not carry a weight on it as he holds your shoulders; he could only place it there, putting his luck to the old gods and the new, hoping they would grant his wishes.
“slow down, please, please..” it sounded somewhere in between a cry for help and a plea, he suddenly did not know how to sit properly, where to put his hands; you maintained your pace, not minding the way he practically begs for you to slow down and to stop. you wanted to push him closer to the end, eager to let the ropes snap, determined to bring him to the best of days. with both pace and intensity, you kept on attempting to swallow him whole, one of your hands then moved to cup his balls, fondling over on the soft sack and providing a sudden massage over the smooth area.
jace was never known for being mean, nor vulgar in any time of the day. he was careful, composed and most of the time, in control; though he usually grows angry and frustrated but he would always craft his words politely. that is why there is a genuine shock when you heard him mutter a string of profanities, multiple curses flew off from his mouth as he holds your head lower and more into his cock; gods be damned if he knew how to speak this way in so long, yet in another note, it does make sense, this man was around daemon for half of his life. He would naturally pick up a thing or two.
“move, please, stay back, i am about to—” he did not get to finish his sentence when you felt a spurt of liquid shooting into your mouth, painting the inside of your cheek with his load and he did release quite a lot. you swallowed, gratefully and obediently, shooting him a look in the process and carefully examining his face; jace is properly drenched in sweat, his pupils blown out as he recovers from his climax, eyes dilated and filled with awe and satisfaction. you contemplated how he was just airing out vulgarities a second ago and shifting into a polite beg of moving your head away.
his face reddens, “i-i’m sorry.. i did not mean to—”
you chuckled, “pay no mind, your grace. i wanted to taste you.” and only then did his face relaxed, slowly forming a smile as he pulls you closer up until you straddled on his lap. he kisses you deeply, with an ample amount of hunger, still, and you returned the favor in the same intensity. you wrapped your arms around his neck and ruffled on his hair while he attempts to slip his tongue inside your mouth; quietly and adorably mimicking your previous actions.
then you felt as if you were floating, jacaerys lifted you from his lap and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss despite the jolt of surprise. he carries you to the table, the hot milk long forgotten now, the ink on the quill has all dried up. jace placed you gently on top of the wooden table, finally breaking the kiss as he looks downward, his pair of hands snaking on both of your legs, caressing the soft skin and leisurely making its way up.
“can i taste you too?”
you were rendered stunned, and it was your turn to be baffled now. the women who surrounded you before only given most of their thoughts and wisdom in terms of pleasing men—not receiving them. you looked away, expectant to see some answers or excuses to politely decline it, you did not know how it would feel, while it is true you have touched yourself beneath the sheets just before slumber, it would be an entirely different feeling to have someone else’s tongue.
“i—i do not know, jace. i have no knowledge of sorts when it comes to giving pleasure to a woman.” you cracked, finally, taking an ounce of shame as you respond in complete honesty.
jace’s grin grew bigger at that, “let me, please. teach me how, please, let me know how to please you.” he was already lowering himself, meekly keeping his gaze on your eyes, as he holds the hem of your dress, raising it until it sits on your abdomen, he deliberately removed your garments as you laid there, nervous and unmoving, your arms kept to yourself in fear of knocking over materials placed on top of his table, alongside you, that you presumed he deemed precious.
he carefully spread your legs wider, opening a pathway for him to thread on; jace stared at your cunt, examining it like the scales of the dragons. there was a genuine curiosity in his expression, his eyes filled with wonder; he willed his thumb to brush over it and you exclaimed, jolting at his warmth making contact on your pussy. he figured it was a sound out of pleasure, and drove him to do it again and again, until he pressed his thumb deeper, only to have it completely covered with slick.
“and this is..?” he wondered, prompting a question as he pause from scanning. he played with the wetness he gathered from your cunt, placing his index against his thumb to feel its slippery texture.
“arousal.. jace. it is a clear sign of arousal.” you answered, propping your elbows against the table to get a clearer sight of him in between your legs.
“are you aroused?” he had a genuine look of curiosity written all over his face, and you almost sneered at him, as if you had not been aroused since he walked towards you a couple of moments ago, as if seeing his face twist in fits of pleasure and experiencing climax has not made you squeeze your legs harder to feel an ounce of friction.
“very, your grace.” you simply answered, a gush of cold wind from his open window brushes lightly on your skin, bringing a handful of shivers on your bare cunt. jace was still very much captivated with your slick on his finger, he then brings it into his mouth, sucking on his thumb and letting the taste sit on his tongue before grinning to himself.
he wordlessly leans in closer to your cunt, wrapping his arms on each of your leg as he spreads it wider, allowing himself to have more room as he goes in to taste more of you. you shook at the sudden feel of his tongue rubbing on your clit, eliciting a soft moan, which caused you to place your hand over your mouth, muffling the sounds as a result, careful not to let the knights outside the chambers to hear what was supposedly the prince only drinking his serving of milk.
“do not shy yourself away from me.” he halted when he caught glimpse of what you were doing, you glanced at him, at his wet lips, a mix of his own saliva and your arousal, and it was more than enough to cause your head to blank out.
“the guards, your grace—”
“it would be a favor for them, i had imagined they would be delighted hearing something completely different from council debating over the realm’s conflicts.” jace dismissed your worries, though not fully convinced, you moved your hand away from your mouth as he resumed his own business.
it was all over the place, his tongue knows no bounds and directions of any sort, he was lapping like a madman, making it certain that every skin is marked with him. Jace being completely new to this kind of experience is rather adorable, at the start, but now you were feeling so incredibly and undeniably aroused that you just wanted to reach the high you’ve been wanting to achieve; with that in mind, you grabbed the prince’s hair, patches of his brown strands caught in between each finger and you simply yanked him in, pulling him further into you up until you felt his tongue closer to your sensitive nub, with just enough pressure. the way you moaned louder at that sensation did not escape jace’s ears, he wanted to please you more, wanted to see you pleasured real good, like how you did him on the chair.
the man raised his head lightly, getting another good look at your face before his index and middle fingers traced the lining of your cunt, spreading it open for him to access to; he did not know you were close, painfully unaware of the coiling tension inside your abdomen, he glances the way your nails were digging on his wooden table and a small smile curls up on his lips, as he knows he will be seeing the scratches one of these days while he works—and he will be left with a sweet memory. he did not know you needed a release, not yet, yet he licked on the newfound territory as if he belonged there, as if he knew exactly which places to give pressure on, and you were very clearly losing your mind; his warm and wet tongue was way beyond satisfactory, and you did not know you were pulling him rougher by his hair.
jace winces in pain, yet he paid no mind. he couldn’t get enough of you, of how you taste like; he had a previous thought that men who goes out to seek women in whorehouses were simply wasting time—and now that he had a taste of what pure bliss felt like, he knew he would not be stopping any time soon. You have opened the door to a whole new world for him, and it was more than enough to keep his frustration and rage at bay.
your toes curled at every time he hits a certain area in your cunt, at every moment he tenses his tongue and abuses your pussy with its tip; the growing release in your abdomen was all familiar, and you thought you’d be so, so close in a few—until he changed his attack. he had switched to sucking on it now, you didn’t know if it was a skill taught to him by someone else, or he was mirroring the way you sucked his cock earlier, or if he was trying something else—whatever it was, it simply reeled you closer to the edge, as he seemed to know where exactly to suck on, that little bead you have felt on your fingertips whenever you touch yourself.
you were close to screaming now, unable to contain your voice and unable to keep it in a very low volume, you kept his head close to where you want him, and he has been playing with you by both licking and sucking. “gods.. y-yes, right there!” you demanded, and jace found it amusing that you seem to have lost the initial modesty you have had before he spreads you open.
in seconds, you convulsed, violently shaking against the table, lightly raising your hips in the process as you see white; jace tried to hold you down, a wave of shock washing over him as he wonders what had occured; but he does know you have been wetter now, and another distinct taste fell on his tongue. he stood, “are you alright?”
a nod was the only thing you could do, smiling to yourself as you reached your climax once again. it was a completely different feeling to it, and you cannot tell yet if it was better than your own fingers, but you haven’t really trembled anywhere near that intensity, no matter how much you jog up your memory.
you got up, raising yourself from laying down and met his lips, there was a different taste on his lips, and you figured it must have come from you—considering how he was practically eating you just moments ago.
“was i good?”
you giggled now, fixing your clothes as you realize what just happened with the two of you, inside his chambers, a soft hint of pink pooled on your cheeks, “you must have sucked all life out of me, gods.” you stared at him, rubbing a thumb over his chin to clean off remnants of your release and he tilted his head lower, meeting your thumb and he had started to suck on it, not wanting to waste a single drop of what you just gave him.
there was a hint of tenderness in his gaze, almost too soft, and for some reason, this had changed the way you viewed him; on every glance, on every gazes met, on every halls where you could pass him by—you’d be forever reminded of his lips, his grip on your thighs, his pair of lustful and hungry eyes, his tongue on your cunt, and his cum that is a mix of sweet and salty.
“your grace, queen rhaenyra summons you.”
you were quick to move, jumping from the table and immediately tended to your appearance, there is a little discomfort of a warm, and sticky feeling trickling down on your thighs but you ignored it—walking out of his chamber is a top priority. he did the exact same thing, getting into the garments you previously discarded, he worried that your scent may have permanently marked him, especially his mouth, and he was already thinking of other ways to speak with his mother, in such a way that she does not get a single waft of your scent.
“i shall have my hot milk again on the morrow, bring it around the exact moment as you did on this evening.” he was back to this usual composed demeanor, as the guards opened his doors for him; you bowed your head slightly, silently praying the knights did not hear any sound from you.
“as you wish, your grace.” you carried the tray once again, the milk still and untouched, it has been long since it got cold and you reminded yourself it will be the same on the next morrow.
