Two weeks you had been gone visiting distant relatives. By the second day of the first week Maekar was already getting annoyed at every little thing. It was during the second week however when his mood really soured and he'd started lashing out. Normally you would be there to cool his temper, his young wife, the one who had been betrothed to him just 6 months ago but already you had him wrapped around your finger. Nobody was safe from Makers foul temper that arose due to your absence and today Aerion would take the brunt of it.
As Maekar sat in yet another gathering of his siblings and all children Aerion drove the pommel of his dagger and cracked a nut against the hardwood table. Maekar released an irritated growl before standing from the table. He grabbed Aerion under his arm and dragged him up off of his chair and led him out of the room. "You are irritating me boy." Maekar spoke, voice low and full of venom as he closed the door to the hall and turned to his son.
"Hopefully your pretty wife returns soon so you can spill your seed and ease your irritations."
Maekar grabbed Aerions wrist and slammed it against the wall making his son drop the blade and let out a cry of pain. "You will not speak of my wife in such a manner again. Remember your place Aerion." Maekar released his grip and bent down to pick up the dagger that rested on the floor. "I will keep this until you learn some fucking manners."
Aerion frowned and fought the urge to snatch his dagger back before his father could walk away but instead he kept his hands by his sides and stormed off down the hall to his bedchambers muttering profanities as he went.
Later that week Aerion had grown tired of having his beloved dagger confiscated as if he were a small child again so he took matters into his own hands. Before the sun began to set he made his way to his father's bedchambers assuming that his dagger would be hidden somewhere in there since the solar was empty of his weapon.
He knocked first and when he heard no reply he quickly stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His father's bedchambers used to be quite bare before he remarried. Now new canvases littered the walls and flowers were growing in a variety of different pots in front of the balcony.
"Fucking woman is turning him soft." Aerion spoke aloud as he frowned at the decorations in the room. He checked multiple places where he believed his dagger would be. Under the bed? No. Atop the wardrobe? No. Inside one of the drawers of his father's desk? Maybe.
He'd checked two drawers and found nothing but it was as he leant down to open the third drawer when the silence was interrupted by the sound of rushed footsteps coming to the door. He turned, seeing the handle to the door shake and quickly he closed the drawers to the desk and looked for somewhere to hide. The wardrobe, that was the closest thing to him so without thinking of trying to explain his way out of the intrusion he pulled the doors open and stepped inside, shutting the doors right as you stormed into the room.
You dragged Maekar inside, fists tugging at his doublet as your mouth roughly pressed against his. “I have missed you terribly dear husband, and I hear you have been quite the grumpy bastard whilst I have been gone.”
Maekar laughs. “Is it a crime to miss my wife? I cannot help my sour mood when all I think of is you." Maekar did not want to waste any time in carefully disrobing you. Instead he pulled a dagger, Aerions dagger, from his belt and sliced the front of your gown open before stabbing the dagger into the wooden chest at the end of the bed. "I liked this dress." You said between surprised gasps as his teeth grazed your neck. Maekar only laughed in response, the sound muffled as his mouth continued to press against your skin.
Your fingers fumbled with his belt as you slowly began to push him to one side of the bed. "Sit down husband." You spoke after placing another kiss to his lips. "Let me reward you for your patience, then you may fuck me raw into the sheets."
Both of you were naked now. Naked and in unknowingly in full display of Maekars troubled son. Aerion looked through the small gap in the doors. You were on your knees in front of his father and sucking his cock. If Aerion closed one eye he could block out his father's face and imagine it was himself that you were sucking.
He began to palm his cock through his trousers before removing it entirely from the strict confines of the fabric. He watched your movements carefully. With every swallow of his fathers cock he would jerk his towards the base and when you raised your head back up, tears present in the corners of your eyes, he would move his hand towards the tip. He continued mirroring the actions you performed with your mouth with that of his own hand and soon he was close to finishing.
"Come on baby. So close." He whispered to himself, thankful that his words were drowned out by his father's moans and the loud sucking and moans you released as you sucked on his father's cock. To Aerions disappointment you were dragged off the floor and thrown onto the bed in one quick motion causing Aerion to stop his hand from bringing him release.
Maekar quickly climbed on top of you and silenced your giggling with his lips as he sheathed his cock inside of you in one thrust. He could not hold back. He began to fuck you at a brutal pace and it was as hips pummelled into you when Maekar heard it, the subtle creak of wood from behind him, a creak that he'd heard every morning when you'd open the old wardrobe door to retrieve your dress for the day. He should have stopped, he should have pulled out of you and ripped the doors to the wardrobe open exposing whoever was trying to contain themselves inside.
But he didn't.
Instead, he quickly moved onto his back, pulling you up to straddle him, his cock remaining sheathed inside of you despite the rapid change of position. You came a third time as you settled yourself atop your husband and began to ride his cock with ease as his hands gripped your waist roughly. Aerion was not happy with the change of position. He couldn't see his father's arse anymore which he was thankful for but he was hoping to see your face instead of your back. All he could do for now was imagine that it was himself beneath you instead of his father.
Pressing your hands firmly onto your husband's strong chest you rode him harder until you both came, Maekar spilling his seed deep inside of you as he moaned out your name in bliss. You collapsed on top of him, your thighs burning from the relentless riding you had been doing and Maekar was quick to pull a blanket over the top of you both.
"The next time I go to visit my family perhaps you should come with me." You spoke and quickly followed it up with a yawn as you slid off your husband and lay down at his side. Aerion, meanwhile, worked on tucking his cock back into his trousers, his cum splattered on the wood in front of him and dripping down onto his boots.
"I would very much like that my love." He placed a kiss to your forehead as you drifted off to sleep. Once Maekar had closed his eyes Aerion waited for a few moments longer before carefully opening the door to the wardrobe and slipping out. He kept his eyes his father as he quietly stepped forwards and took a hold of the hilt of his dagger and ripped the tip of it from the wooden chest before turning and tip-toeing to the bedchamber door.
"Aerion." A stern voice called to him from the bed causing the young man to stop in his tracks. "Do not make me take the dagger from you again boy." Maekar spoke. Aerion only nodded his head once in reply before he left the room. As he walked back to his own chambers he thought of ways to irritate his father with his dagger so that the weapon would be confiscated again.
That Sc*rlett Johansen movie where she got real smart or whatever was Literally just Elfen Lied so add that to the list of whitewashing roles she’s played
Character(s): Husband!Ser Lyonel Baratheon / Ser Duncan the Tall
Reader: Wife!Reader
Warning(s): 🔥🔥🔥 / 18+ / Smut / Voyeurism / Spying / Oral Sex (M&F Receiving) / Perv!Duncan / Threesome / MMF / Size difference / Vulgar language / Just pure filth tbh
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The first time Ser Duncan had peered into Lyonels tent was a mistake. It all started when he’d gone to find the energetic man late that night to discuss something he could no longer remember, but that soon went out of the window when he peeked inside a gap in the tent to see if anyone was still awake.
Expecting to see only dim candlelight’s and two bodies asleep instead he saw you, led back against the soft pillows on the mattress, legs spread, head thrown back, tits out and with Lyonels face pressed against your cunt. His breath caught in his throat at the sight.
"Fuck." You purred as your fingers stroked through Lyonels thick hair. His antlered crown had been discarded as soon as he dropped to his knees in front of you. You grabbed a fistful of the salt and pepper hair and tugged on it when his tongue circled your clit once more making the Lord growl against your skin, his fingers digging into your thighs as he tried to keep them apart when you came against his tongue. "Come here my love."
He moved, though the tight grip on his hair gave him no choice but to move up your body and force his lips against yours. His freshly saturated beard pressing against your face as you tasted yourself on his tongue. Lyonel was still fully clothed. Mustard robes rubbing against your body delightfully though when he reached down to fumble with his belt you stopped him.
"Not yet my love, let me undress you and return the favour." You spoke between bated breaths and he obeyed. You pushed on his chest and he moved, falling backwards until his head hung off the edge of the mattress, his cock hard and pitching his trousers upwards. You followed him, straddling his waist as you untucked his shirt and pulled it off his lean frame, your cunt grazing against his clothed shaft with every subtle move of your body.
"You're teasing me my sweet." Lyonel finally spoke when you ran your nails down his chest to his abdomen. "I am not, you are just impatient. Let me savour the sight of my husband's body beneath my palms." His cock twitched against you once more.
You moved again, this time positioning yourself between his spread thighs as you worked the belt of his trousers and pulled them down his legs before throwing the clothing out of the way. Lyonels cock stood to attention, tip swollen and leaking, balls pulled taut against him as the cold air hit. Your mouth watered at the sight of him and you wasted no time in grasping his shaft and bringing your tongue to the tip.
It was when your tongue circled the head of his cock once more before you took him fully into your mouth that he noticed it. The shift of something poking through from underneath the tent. It was a boot, one that was old and covered with mud. At first he thought he'd imagined it, perhaps in his blissful haze he'd seen nothing but a shadow, but when he closed his eyes and opened them once more he knew it was not a shadow and more importantly, he knew who that boot belonged to.
Duncan assumed that because it was so late in the night he would not be caught peering through a hole in the tent by the other knights, however, he had somehow forgotten about his size and it was only when he saw Lyonels eyes trace up from the bottom of the tent did he realise his boot was sticking underneath.
He stepped back from the tent quickly, heart racing at the prospect of being caught watching a woman pleasure her husband. His eyes darted around the camp once more as if expecting a crowd of guards to come and whisk him away but when moments passed and there was no sign of anyone else he stepped back to the tent and peered through again.
This time his eyes caught Lyonels straight away and in his blissful haze as you gagged on his cock he gave Duncan a wink and a smirk before unloading his seed into your mouth. After all, Lyonel loved an audience.
The second time Ser Duncan had peeked into your tent and caught you and Lyonel mid session was, by his own admission, intentional. It was late at night once again when he found himself making the familiar trail across the camp and to his new friend's tent but as he drew nearer and heard a familiar moan he paused, turned to see if anyone was nearby and once he was happy that he was alone he continued his walk.
This time however, instead of coming to the front of the tent as he had done the previous time, he rounded it until he was at the back where he took a seat in the dirt. He was quiet, opting to leave his sword and shield behind at the blacksmith to be looked at. He shuffled forwards slightly after noticing a small hole in the canvas that was just big enough for him to peer one eye in and quickly his hand went to rest atop his trousers as he saw you.
Hands splayed on your husband's chest as you were astride his hips and bouncing on his cock, your cunt deliciously wet from when Lyonel had feasted on you mere minutes ago before you thew him onto his back and climbed on top.
"You are a beautiful sight, wife." Lyonel spoke through moans. His hands ran from your waist where they had been resting and up to your breasts where he took one in each hand and pulled you down so he could latch his mouth to one nipple.
Your hands braced either side of his head when he returned his hands to your waist, fingers digging into your skin as he held you tight before thrusting his hips up into you. When his teeth sank into your breast you let out a cry of pleasure, cunt clenching around Lyonels thick shaft as his tongue flicked against your raw nipple before he pulled his mouth away and turned his attention to the other one.
Duncan had taken his cock out by this point. His large hand stroking his shaft quickly as he watched you gasping and cumming on top of your husband. He'd moved onto his knees now, so he could get closer to the hole in the canvas and thus, get a better view of the pair of you.
In one swift motion Lyonel flipped you over. His rough hands manhandled you onto your front, face pressed into the mattress with your arse in the air and exposed cunt stretched and leaking with your cum. He took purchase of your hips once more and positioned himself behind you, taking hold of his cock he slid it along your opening before shoving himself inside with one thrust.
Duncan should have moved, he should have found a different hole to look through, one that was not so close to your mattress but he was too pre-occupied in chasing his own release that he didn't see your hand reaching underneath the canvas. You'd seen him, of course you had, you'd caught sight of his blue eye peering through the tent when you rode your husband though he hadn't noticed that he'd been caught, his focus was on your cunt, he watched how Lyonels cock disappeared into you with every thrust.
You'd expected him to be there after Lyonel had admitted to you that he'd seen the hedge knight watching you sucking and swallowing his seed the night before. So when you reached your hand under the tent and encased Duncans knee that was sunken in the mud with your delicate fingers it only re-affirmed your suspicions that the hedge knight did in fact like to watch. You reached further, your fingers spread across his thigh as your husband fucked you faster, his hips slapping against your arse as he neared his peak.
Duncans eyes flicked from the hole in the tent to your hand that gripped his thigh when you came once more. He should have moved your hand, he shouldn't have been there in the first place but instead when he was ready to cum he tilted his cock and released his seed onto the back of your hand. He'd expected you to move it, to shake his cum off with disgust but instead your hand remained until Lyonel finished inside of you. Only then did you pull your hand back under the tent and bring the back of it to your lips. Looking at the hole in the tent your eyes find his and, with a smirk, you licked his seed from off your hand.
The third time Ser Duncan made the trip to Lyonels tent he realised far too late that he should have continued walking. You were alone, sat perched at a table with a cup of wine in your hand, a thin gown covering your frame though it left very little to the imagination of a hedge knight. He stood watching, waiting, perhaps Lyonel was just out of his line of sight. That was what he had convinced himself of until a hand clasped his shoulder making him jump back.
Lyonel stood beside him, a wide grin on his face as he watched Duncans face redden at the sight of him. "L-Lyonel, Ser, I, I did not mean, it's not what it looks like." Duncan stumbled over his words though before he could continue Lyonel was already stepping to the opening of the tent. "No worries dear friend, you were merely waiting for me, come inside and have a drink with us."
Lyonel parted the opening and stepped inside. "My love, we have a guest." He spoke and Duncan took a deep breath before following him inside of the tent. He watched as Lyonel walked up to you and pulled you out of your chair and against his body, his lips meeting yours in a hungry kiss.
"Have a seat Ser Duncan, anywhere you like." Your husband spoke after releasing his lips from yours. You watched as Duncan thanked Lyonel and took a seat on one of the couches that had been brought into your tent earlier that day. The couch looked small under him. Duncan was so tall, so wide, just so big that it took your breath away. Your husband really hadn't been exadurating when he'd mentioned how large the knight was. "I'm surprised you've not seen him yet my love." He'd spoken a few nights before. "He's a giant, and he looks at you like he wants to devour you. A man of his size would dominate you my poor wife and truth be told I'd love to watch him do it."
The memory of Lyonels comments came flooding back to you making you clench your thighs together, something which did not go unnoticed by your husband. He walked over to you with the false pretence of filling his cup up once more but instead he leant down and whispered in your ear. "Go and take a seat next to him my love,
"What brings you to our tent at such a late hour Ser Duncan?" You asked him, a knowing smirk present on your face as you took a sip of wine.
Duncan froze again. His large frame had gone rigid at your question and he nervously brought his cup to his lips. "The wine, my lady." He tried to sound convincing but it didn't work. Lyonel looked to you, the grin on his face confirming what you both knew to be the truth. Duncan came to watch again. Except this night, neither of you were content with him standing outside the tent and watching you both, no, you wanted Duncan to join in.
Lyonel stood and walked to you, his arm outstretched with his empty cup signalling for you to refill it. You poured more wine for him and he moved to sit next to Duncan on the couch before patting the space beside him. There was enough of a gap between them for you to slide alongside the two bodies but instead you took a seat on your husband's lap sideways so you could still look to Duncan.
The three of you made idle chat whilst drinking, well, your husband did most of the talking and only got replies to his ramblings when he took pause to or kiss you. After only two drinks Duncan's confidence began to rise. So much so that when Lyonel moved you off of his lap so he could get himself another drink Duncan rested a hand on your thigh. "My, my Ser Duncan, you're getting bold aren't you?" You asked though it was more of a statement than a question. You felt his fingers flex against your thigh when you turned slightly to face him.
"Only if it pleases you m'lady." He took a swig of his drink and caught eyes with your husband who had turned back with the jug of wine in his hand. "A-and if your husband is comfortable with it too."
"You would not be in this tent if I were not comfortable with it friend." Lyonel spoke, giving Duncan the reassurance that he needed.
Duncan looked between you and Lyonel, as if trying to come to a decision about his next move and you'd half expected him to leave the tent when he removed his hand from your thigh and started to shift in his seat. Instead he put his empty cup down on the floor and reached for you, his large palms caressing your waist as he tugged you onto his lap replicating how you had been sat on your husband mere moments ago.
You were perched on his lap sideways with one of his hands resting just above your hip, the muscle of his strong arm pressed against your back and preventing you from toppling over the arm of the couch as he shifted down a little to get more comfortable. His free had returned to your thigh though this time it rested a little bit higher. You moved an arm to rest behind his head, your tits were pushed up so close to his face that you could feel his hot breath when he exhaled.
Duncan was struggling. He was using every muscle in his body to fight the urge to rip your dress off you and take you on the couch whilst your husband watched. His cock was painfully hard now and he knew that you could feel it. With every little movement you made you felt it twitch underneath you though his lack of action was beginning to drive you insane so you took matters into your own hands.
You moved your free hand to his, grabbed his wrist and began to pull his hand up your body until it rested over the swell of your breast. Duncans breath caught in his throat and his cock twitched again when he finally encased your clothed tit with his palm. He pawed at your tit, his thumb robbing over your pert nipple that prodded him from under the sheer gown you were wearing.
You watched Ser Duncan as his hand explored your breast though you wanted them both to receive equal treatment so you turned in his lap a little more and reached behind you to untie the laces of the gown before pulling the sleeves from off your shoulders until the material dropped and bunched at your waist exposing your chest to him fully.
"Gods be good." He muttered under his breath as his eyes landed on your bare breasts slowly rising and falling with each breath you took. You moved again to straddle his thick thighs and he couldn't help but manhandle you into the position, his hands tugging at your waist to pull you closer to him until your tits were fully in his face.
Duncan hesitated and you swore you could see the ideas going through his head before he finally dropped his mouth over one of your nipples, his teeth grazing your flesh as he suckled. You felt his cock pulse beneath you, the new angle of your bodies allowing your cunt to rest atop his length perfectly. The tip of his cock, though covered by a thick layer of fabric, pressed against your clit as you started to grind down on him.
Duncan moved a hand to caress your back before he shuffled forwards slightly and turned to dump you onto the cushion of the couch beside him, mouth still wrapped around one nipple as he tugged at your gown pulling it from your body leaving you exposed beneath him. After a moment he finally released your nipple and eyed your body. He'd seen you before yes, but having you beneath him, eyes full of lust and a cunt that was glistening from his touches alone was a completely different experience.
You lay waiting for his next move, half expecting him to just pull his cock out and fill you without a second thought but instead Duncan moved to kiss your breast once more before sinking further down your body. His lips leaving a wet trail as he found his way to your cunt.
"So wet m'lady." He moaned as he gave your clit a quick kiss and dove between your lips. Lyonel releases a growl that fell on deaf ears as he watched his wife being devoured by another man. His cock was hard, straining and leaking against the front of his trousers as he watched you writhe in pleasure. Duncan gripped your thighs and pushed them apart so you couldn't clamp them shut as he shoved his tongue into your sopping hole and nuzzled his nose against your clit fully inhaling your scent and soaking his face as you came.
Your legs felt weak when Duncan finally released your thighs, bruising starting to form from where his fingertips dug into your flesh. You pressed a hand against his chest and pushed him back until he was sitting on the couch just as he had before. You moved, legs still shaking as you knelt on the floor in front of him, the grass licking at your thighs as you spread your palms over his thighs and moved them up to the throbbing tent.
You took hold of the rope holding his trousers up and quickly undid it with delicate fingers before tugging the fabric down and letting his cock spring free from its confines. He was big, both in length and in girth, the tip of his cock was swollen and leaking with so much pre-cum that it had began to run down his shaft when he'd been tongue-fucking you.
You took hold of his shaft, the tips of your fingers barely meeting as you leant down and wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock causing a deep moan to rise from out of Duncans throat. With all your attention being on the hedge night you failed to hear your husband standing from the chair behind you. It was only when two rough hands rested on the back of your head and pushes your face down did you realise that Lyonel was standing behind you.
"Take his cock all the way, I know you can handle it my love." Lyonels soothing voice speaking affirmations made you relax your throat. The initial stinging of tears that threatened to spill now stopped as your nose rested in the thick bush of Duncans pubes. You were full. Mouth stretched around his thick cock and throat begging for the assault to stop as Lyonel tugged your head back allowing a brief reprieve of suffocation before he pushed you down again causing you to gag. "That's it baby. Such a good little whore gagging on another mans cock. I feel a little left out here sweetheart, perhaps I shall take your cunt whilst your mouth is otherwise pre-occupied."
Your muffled moans were all the confirmation your husband needed. He released your head, trusting that you were now able to suck Duncans cock without assistance before he took a step back. Lyonel dropped to his knees behind you and pulled at your hips until your arse was presented to him. Lyonel rarely needed to use his spit to open you up, it was custom for him to lap at your cunt until you had cum a few times before he finally drove his cock into you and this night would be no different.
You were dripping, though Lyonel wasn't going to waste a perfect moment to eat you out once more. He pulled his cock free from his trousers and pumped it whilst he shoved his tongue into your sopping hole making you moan at the intrusion. Duncan ran a hand through your hair and caressed the back of your neck as your lips encased his cock, your tongue licking at the underside of his shaft as Lyonel moved his face and pushed his cock into you.
Your husband filled you perfectly. Each vein and inch of his cock pressing against your walls as the tip of his cock settled deep within you. He wanted to cum, god he was so close but had to restrain himself because how pathetic would he look cumming as soon as he was sheathed inside of you. Instead he dragged his hips back slightly and began to slowly rock his cock back and forth into you. It was not an unfamiliar feeling to you, Lyonel had often spent nights slowly fucking you as he gazed into your eyes when you lay spread and bare beneath him.
Duncan watched as Lyonel fucked you, though it was hard for him to even keep his eyes open as your lips twitched around his cock once more drawing another moan to fall from his lips. You were the best he'd had, though that wasn't much of a competition since he'd only had one other woman's lips wrapped around his cock and even though the thoughts of wanting this every night plagued his mind he tried to savour the way you sucked and gagged on his length.
Lyonel was close. His hips began to lose their set rhythm as he fought against an orgasm until he watched Duncan throw his head back and moan as he filled your mouth and throat with his spend. Lyonel was quick to finish himself off inside of you, seed planting itself firmly against your cervix as he fell forwards and rested his head between your shoulders. You nudged him, urging him to move so you could release Duncans cock from the confines of your mouth with a pop. You'd swallowed his seed, of course you had, a whole throat-full of hot cum that tasted delicious and plugged your throat was hard to spit out.
The three of you remained there for what felt like hours until Duncan finally spoke. "I suppose I best get going, I'm sure you'd like to rest my m'lady." He said, tired blue eyes peering down at you when you raised your head to look at him. He moved a hand to caress your tear-stained cheek in an affectionate act that made your heart swell.
"Rest with us Ser Duncan. My wife gets awfully cold during the night, I'm sure she'd be happy to have another body keeping her warm."
New series I'm working on. I had one idea in my head for a fic and thought yeah fuck it I can spin this into a series with different characters so here ya go.
Let me know if you want to be tagged in any of the fics 😊
i think you're very cool in the sense that you have a goal, you're dedicated to it, and you're very good at not straying from your path.. it's almost attractive, in a way..
Of course, the Emperor has to know what They want so They can get it.
