cw: sexual content, this is about boobs, knife kink, blood kink, lactation, drinking, etc
Your husband Aegon, was drunk, again. And you had to play savior, again. You found him in some hovel filled with drunks, his posse of yes men shouting in excitement seeing you come towards them. The pretty wife of the pretty prince. It helped that your figure was filled out with the curve of your chest and hips being visible in any dress you wore. Aegon adored the feel of your full thighs and breasts when he took you, happy to watch the fat move. He was telling one of the younger men at the table, probably newly acquired, about something when he noticed you. Aegon scooted his chair back, opening his arms wide, “wife! How glorious to see you! Come join us!” He patted his lap for you to take a seat which made you roll your eyes but oblige him. His hand rested on the curve of your waist with his other wrapped around a cup of ale. His head was resting on your shoulder, nodding along to some boy's story.
Aegon has never been good with keeping his hands to himself, even more so when drinking. His hand that was on your waist began exploring your body, feeling whatever he could grabbing anything he could get his hands on. You tried to tell him off but he gave you that dopey smile that you couldn’t stay made at. While he was distracting you with his smile, his hand came up grasping your bosom through the corset you wore. You gasped, slapping his chest but he refused to remove his hands, saying it was practically his as he was yours and you his.
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Aemond never considered himself selfish, that was until his wife gave birth. Watching your attention be dragged away from him to focus on the child made him unrationably angry, wanting your eyes and love focused on him instead. There were moments where your attention did belong to only him, which he revelled in. One of those moments was alone in bed together.
The two of you were resting after Aemond took his jealousy on you, leaving you both entirely bare including his eyepatch. Aemond rested with his head on your chest, having you run your fingers through his hair as he soaked in the feeling of the fat of your chest molding around him. His lips formed around your nipple, sucking in like he had never eaten before. One thing he was grateful to his child for was how your breasts seemed to have grown during pregnancy and the sweet milk that spilled from them afterwards.
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You were in Helaena’s quarters as you were the maid helping her care for the twins, after having a babe of your own. Having two babies was always harder than one making you sympathize for the sweet girl, you could tell she truly loved them. You were mainly there just to support her or give her some time to think without the kids crawling over her. On nights when her dreams got to her and the babies woke up at the same time that she was, taking their attention away from their mother to be on you instead. The twins treated you like a second mom a bunch of times, coming to show you toys after they showed them to Helaena. The way you treated her babies made Helaena love you as well.
Tonight you were holding Maelor, letting Helaena sleep in when he fussed over anything, the other two kids asleep happily. You were feeding Maelor, smiling at him in the dead of night. Helaena could see you from her bed as you cared for her child. She got out of bed to join where you two were resting. You smiled at her when she got closer to little Maelor unlatching from your breast. You didn’t see to realize as you kept your breast out to the air, Helaena’s eyes dropping to it. She motioned to you mumbling, “you-you are, um still exposed.” you gasped quickly, righting herself feeling Helaena’s eyes burning into you.
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You were in the sept in old town, praying to the seven around the candle covered altar when your husband came and joined you, kneeling beside you. He lit a candle before lowering his head in prayer, copying your pose. The sept was empty with just the two of you in the massive hall, making Ormund more bold with his actions and his words. He brought his face closer to yours, whispering in your ear, “you are tempting me wife, your breasts are calling to me even in this holy place.”
You gapped at him, open mouthed like a fish from the Riverlands. He smirked at you before his eyes shot down your neckline looking down your dress to take in more of your chest and the skin that was exposed to him then.
“We are in a sept!” You whisper to him trying to remind him to be on his best behavior. He looked forward again, bowing his head slightly saying “do not blame me for loving my wife and the blessings the Gods have given her.”
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You could feel her eyes burning into you, of course during a dinner with the royal family you wear a revealing dress. Of course Alicent ever the pious woman noticed it instantly. She looked embarrassed almost as if it was her chest that was being exploded to the room of royals instead of you. You curtseyed in front of her, bowing low whispering a quiet, “your grace” she smiled a strained smile as she nodded giving you back, “my lady.”
You could feel her eyes on you throughout the dinner, some while politely asking you a question or your opinion, others where you could tell she was subtly staring at your chest. No, not staring. Admiring. The queen of the seven kingdoms, the daughter of the house that is the faith of the seven, was admiring your chest from across the table during dinner with her husband beside her. Her eyes met yours with a flustered embarrassed expression passing over her as she looked away. You would have to talk with her later about it, maybe she wants to borrow some dresses or…see what they look like off of you.
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You were her partner in crime, the only person she trusted with the truth of her plans and her schemes. Alys had been your protector for most of your friendship, making you feel like you owed her most of the time. Tonight was no different, she needed your help with some concoction she was making. All you know was that there was something in the mixture that gave off a sweet floral smell. You sat on top of the table in her room as she mixed the blend of ingredients together. You were both wearing simple dresses as you were the only ones awake at this hour.
Alys had said something about the mixture needing more, what the more was you weren’t sure. Well, you weren’t sure until she came over to stand before you holding a knife in her hand. You brought your hand up expecting her to need blood as it wasn’t the first time she did, but instead she smiled saying, “it needs to come from around the heart, lovie.” you undid the lacing at the front of your dress, pulling it down so that more skin was accessible to your lover. She pulled the fabric down to rest around your waist. She brought the knife up to right above your breast, moving the bowl beneath it to catch the fall off. You whimpered slightly at the pull of the blade, Alys smiling up at you, her hand cupped under your chest to direct where the flow went.
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The carriage ride was horrid, they seemed to catch every bump and hole in the road jostling you around inside the carriage. It doesn’t help that the corset you wore was starting to dig into your skin and the neckline of the dress showed off more of your chest then you usually would have liked. Your husband sat in front of you, wanting to spend some time together before you arrived at the castle. That was the excuse he gave but now that you were on the way there his eyes wouldn’t leave your chest and how it moved with each roll of the wheels. He stared wide eyed, almost like if he blinked he would miss an important moment.
The sight of his amazement made you laugh, your whole body shaking with joy. Gwayne finally tore his eyes away from your chest to your face smiling back at you. “I wish to admire my wife, is that so wrong?” You shook your head at him but kept the amused smile. Your husband was thoroughly whipped for you, and your chest.
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Criston wasn’t proud of himself, but he was a man who had needs. He found himself in the streets of silk looking for something, looking for you. He had met you during a low point, one of the older knights bringing him down here to ‘loosen him up,’ and you were so confident practically claiming Criston when he came in and Criston could do nothing to fight against you as you sucked him into your web. You had taken him into a private room, served him drinks and food while listening to his every worry and woe, your fingers working through any knots on his body while stripping him of his armor. It was the best he had ever felt since coming to Kings Landing and he found himself coming to visit you whenever he got too stressed with the life of the High Lords.
You were waiting for him, anytime there was a large event or visiting dignitary he found his way back to you and you welcomed him with open arms. Ready to hear all of his complaints and heal his ailments. Today was different though as he stormed into the room you were waiting in, quickly stripping himself of his armors while staying quiet. You watched from the bed smiling at him, you were usually dressed when he came in but today you weren’t, nude as you would be after your sessions. Criston turned towards you pausing, taking in your form, he quickly moved, placing his hands around your waist and burring his head in your chest, making you laugh loudly.
Cease ˚ ༘ 🌑⋆ Ser Gwayne Hightower x Reader x Ser Criston Cole˚ ☁︎
S: Before The Dance of the dragons, Alicent Hightower worries about her second daughter; So She secretly sends her with Ser Gwayne and Ser Criston to Old Town, where she would stay safe with Daeron.
W: +18, Smut, Porn WITH plot, Targtower! Reader, The plot is a little bit bizarre, Inc3st, Fauxc3st, Threesome, Semi-Public Sex, P in V, Dry Humping, Body Worshipping, Fingering, Something Gay happens, Bi Gwayne, Bi Criston, Oral (M n F receiving), Pet Names, Cowgirl, Creampie, Facial, use of the word "Papa" (I cringed myself but it's only used 2 times), Criston is supposed to be Reader's Father figure, The Story is kinda Gwayne's pov, 7.3k word count.
🎀. English isn't my first language so if you saw any mistakes, comment it pls^^
And about the plot of this fic; I believe it doesn't really make sense because Criston is The Lord Commander of The Kingsguard at the time this is happening, so why would only him and Gwayne, all alone, escort you as the princess to Old Town?! But it is what it is... so ignore this big issue in my storytelling^^
It had been around a moon ago, When Gwayne received a raven with that familiar handwriting tied to it.
It was rare to receive any Ravens from Alicent, unless it was something important.
And It was.
The letter was short and forward. It was mostly like a command from The Queen, not an ask for help sent from a Sister.
She had summoned him to King's Landing, all alone. That was strange, but he couldn't question the order of The Queen.
He burnt the letter in the fire of a candle.
His journey started in few days.
No other man; only him riding through the roads toward King's Landing.
The road was long and the sun made him angry and sensitive. He just wasn't in the mood for anything, but he would do anything for his sister.
After four weeks of riding on and off, Gwayne arrived to King's Landing. The great gates were opened for him, and the guards welcomed him properly. It seemed like the message wasn't that much of a secret.
Gwayne let the stable boys to take away his tired horse and he himself walked into the courtyard, where the guards said he should've waited until they informed Alicent of his arrival.
There was a refreshing breeze in courtyard that made him feel less weary.
Gwayne didn't favorite King's Landing in total. He didn't like the fuss and he favored the solace he could find in Old Town for himself.
He lifted his head up and stared at the blue sky and the clouds that were moving slowly toward an unknown place. To rain somewhere and feed the hungry grounds.
While he was drowned in the sea of his thoughts, he heard a familiar voice calling his name.
A voice that he had barely heard in the last 20 years of his life.
He turned around with a genuine smile on his lips, and looked at Alicent. She was wearing a dark red gown that had golden Embroideries of flowers.
But his smile fell a little when his eyes moved to the man who was standing beside her.
Tall, broad shoulders and thick dark hair that made him glow in that silver like armor. The white cloak that fell off of his shoulder, reminded Gwayne of those tourneys that he had been participating when he was younger.
He recognized that figure from those memories.
Alicent smiled back at Gwayne, but she didn't greet him like a sister. He wasn't upset about that though. She was a Queen and people expected her to act in certain ways.
Gwayne walked toward them and grabbed Alicent's hand and gently kissed back of her hand.
Then he smirked at her and said.
- Are you feeling well, your grace? Because the way you summoned me here... that seemed like a serious urgency.
Alicent in response, gave him that forced smile she usually had and then looked at the silent man that was standing like a statue beside her. She raised one of her eyebrows for an unknown reason before she looked back at Gwayne and said.
- I am well... but there is an urgency, as you said. It is not about me, but in fact it is about my children.
That was when that stoic man spoke up with a more friendly tone than Gwayne expected.
- King Viserys is in a bad condition... and for the future, There might be some issues and-...
Gwayne Furrowed a little bit and interrupted the man's sentences.
- I do not mean to offend you Ser, but who are you?
The man paused and his thick eyebrows knotted together as well, but when he opened his mouth to respond, Alicent stopped him.
- This is Ser Criston Cole. I believe you two recognize each other, brother.
Gwayne and Criston were staring at each other without saying a word in a deadly silence.
Of course Gwayne remembered him.
Of course he did.
Gwayne clenched his jaw and tried to control his emotions before he took a deep breath, filling his lungs with fresh air.
Then he smiled at Criston, just the way Alicent smiled earlier.
- yes... I remember him very well. you were a very strong knight in the past, Ser Criston!
Criston didn't smile at him though. His face was blank for few moments and then he looked at Alicent for approval.
And he Ignored Gwayne's sarcasm.
- As Queen said, this is an urgency. We can't send Princess Helaena and Prince Aegon to Old Town for political reasons.
Alicent nodded and added to Criston's words.
- Aemond is also too arrogant and stubborn... he doesn't accept this offer. Daeron is already with you there, so my last daughter is the only child I can protect this way...
Gwayne was already so tired of his trip and all of these things were making his blood to boil in his veins.
He just faked another smile and then he shifted his weight on his legs.
- so I assume, I am here to escort my niece to Old Town. Correct?
Alicent could read through Gwayne's actions, so she decided to totally change the subject.
She put her hand on his shoulder for a moment, as an act of affection.
- we will discuss it later. I will send servants to lead you to your chambers. You have to wait here for few days... she's not still ready.
Gwayne grabbed Alicent's arms and squeezed her flesh softly.
He really needed to rest.
Next morning, Alicent sent one of her servants to Gwayne, while he was deep in sleep.
She wanted to have breakfast with him.
Gwayne walked out of his Chambers after he dressed properly. When he walked into the hallway, he saw you, his niece, the girl he was supposed to take to Old Town. Next to you, the dark haired man was standing... and you were laughing at something with him.
That sight wasn't normal in Gwayne's mind... but he had no particular reason to feel bad about you both. Or mostly, about HIM.
He thought he was just being sensitive toward Ser Criston for no reason, so he just walked toward you with a charming smile on his lips.
- Look at my beautiful princess!
You looked at your uncle who was walking toward you. You stopped laughing but with the same type of smile as he had on his lips, almost ran toward him and hugged him in the middle of the hallway.
Gwayne hugged you as well and kissed top of you head while he smiled.
But a strange feeling filled his chest when his eyes met Ser Criston's. Criston was looking at you with a weird devastation in his eyes... but why was that devastation even there?
You ended that hug by walking few steps back. You didn't realize something had happened in that short amount of time, so you ignored that expression on Gwayne's face.
- oh uncle... i missed you a lot... Mother said you had arrived yesterday... I am sorry I didn't welcome you.
Gwayne looked at you with a warm smile on his lips, then he kissed your forehead and walked past you without saying another word.
He walked across the hallway to the room Alicent had ordered him to be in.
He entered the room after a gentle knock on the door, where she was sitting on a chair, jugs of water and different fruit juices were placed on the dining table. There was also bowls of soup and cups of milk and tea.
Gwayne walked toward the table, where there was another seat added for him to sit on.
The Queen gave him a soft smile and said.
- I assume that long trip and riding had made you so tired... you had been sleeping without a pause since your arrival.
Gwayne smirked at her and sat down. Then he picked up the warm cup of tea and started drinking it slowly. The warmth of that liquid soothed something in his nerves that he couldn't find nowhere else in The Red Keep.
- The Sun is my greatest enemy... that short time I rode under that burning sensation of the sun had took away my soul from my body.
Alicent drink her cup of milk in silence, but then she broke it with bringing the old topic again.
- Viserys will die soon or late. He's really sick.
Gwayne stopped chewing on that soft piece of cake that was melting in his mouth. He drink some apple juice and asked with a little confusion.
- What am I supposed to do with this unfortunate of news?
Alicent's eyes shifted to Gwayne's and she gave him a terrific serious gaze.
- you know what that means. If he dies, Rhaenyra might have a chance to take his place... even though I doubt that.
Alicent talked about that all the time like she didn't care about who would succeed The Iron Throne.
But she cared. She always had plans about everything.
Gwayne on the other hand, was trying to make sense out of all this situation. He looked at Alicent and spoke in his usual gentle tone.
- She had not tried to do anything about The Throne... as much as I know...
Alicent cut Gwayne's words with a bit angrier tone.
- She will. She will do that when she realizes her name as the heir is slipping out of her hands. For now... she's depending on Viserys being alive. I have to be 10 steps ahead of her.
Gwayne just watched his sister in silence. He had completely lost appetite.
The way she was talking... it was strange for him to hear. Alicent was always ambitious but this game she was playing... It was far more dangerous than anyone could think.
- ... for that reason... I think I have to protect my children as much as I can... if I could I would have send Helaena first.... but she has to stay by Aegon's side.
Gwayne's face gave away everything to Alicent. She dould see how he was feeling horrified and worried by what was about to happen to all of them.
But was there any other choice?
- Is that the reason you want me to take your second daughter to Old Town?
Gwayne asked that question, even though he definitely knew the answer was "yes".
But Alicent had other things to explain.
- It is... but also... she does not own a dragon, she's defenseless and keeping her here can be either too dangerous or too useful... I cannot risk anything about that.
Gwayne watched Alicent drinking tea, and he thought about what she said.
He had no choice... also keeping his nieces safe was important to him. But having two of them in Old Town was a great responsibility...
Gwayne sighed and shut his eyes to give himself a moment of peace, then he said with a gruff voice while he stratched his body.
- You could've sent her with hundreds of those white cloaks you own...
- I do not trust them and beside that, I have to portray this as a short trip to Old Town... it should sound as unimportant as possible.
Alicent was fidgeting with her fingers all the time she was talking, and Gwayne could visibly see how stressed she seemed.
He wanted to argue more about how this decision sounded dumb in many ways, but he decided to stay silent because he had no other recommendations.
- I will talk to her after you leave... i will tell her to gather all of the things she wants to bring there... it might take a day or two... then you and Ser Criston will carry her to Old Town, as i said.
Gwayne was just listening in silence, but when he heard "Criston Cole" in her words, his eyebrows knotted together. He couldn't decide if he was angry or maybe disgusted.
- Alicent... what do you mean me and Ser Criston?
Gwayne hadn't called Alicent by her own name in a long time. It had been "Queen" or "your grace"... and that meant he was genuinely pissed off.
Alicent didn't lose her reserved manner and she placed a piece of apple cake in the plate that was in front of her. Before taking a bite of that, she said.
- you two, together, are able to ensure me she will be safe in the road... Also... She and Criston... She loves him more than She ever loved Viserys.
Alicent paused and took a bite before she continued.
- She's too attached to him. I do not want her to yearn and miss him when she's on that road. That's the only way I can show her how much really I care for her.
Gwayne had to accept all of these things together, for his niece and his sister.
He stood up and before leaving the room, he kissed his sister's temple and whispered.
- I will make sure your daughter will be alright... no matter what it costs...
Gwayne remained 2 more days at The Red Keep until his niece was ready to leave her hometown.
The Morning of the third day, you were all standing in the courtyard, while the servants were setting up a carriage for you and your belongings.
You said goodbye to your father who had hardly walked to the courtyard. Then you did the same to your brothers and your sister, and at the end you hugged you mother tightly.
After that, the journey officially started.
Unlike of what Alicent had been planning, you had to take two servants for leading the horses of your carriage through the road, so you weren't all alone.
But Alicent picked The Servants very carefully.
Something that made you really annoyed because you believed no one would care that much about you, specially Rhaenyra.
Gwayne and Criston were quiet for 4 hours, until you peeked out of your carriage and said with voice that was loud enough for them to hear.
- I am feeling nauseous... Can we cease somewhere and rest?
That was the first real interaction between Gwayne and Criston since they started the ride. They looked at each other for a moment and without saying anything to each other, they agreed and nodded.
After few more minutes of riding, Ser Criston spotted a creek through the woods, and they stopped by that creek.
It was around noon, and you spoke about how you were "feeling hungry" and"thirsty", so they also decided to eat something for lunch.
Alicent ordered the servants to give the knights enough salted foods and vegetables, and also different types of cakes and drinks for you.
For the launch, Criston and Gwayne sat down on a Log and you sat down on the stairs of your carriage. You ate some soup and salted fish that Ser Criston grilled on the camp fire Ser Gwayne had made.
You also offered you uncle and your favorite knight some wine that you had in your iron flask.
The whole time there was an unsettling silence between all of you... it was like you were all strangers.
For that reason, the rest didn't last long and after an hour, the horses started riding over again.
The sun was in the middle of the blue sky, when Gwayne decided to distract himself by talking to Criston. He leaded his horse toward Criston and started riding right beside him.
- Alicent told me you and my niece are close. Is that correct?
Gwayne asked it in the most friendly way he was able to do. That kinda made Criston surprised, because he didn't expect Gwayne to try any conversation with him.
In response, Ser Criston nodded and smiled softly to himself.
- Her grace is correct... The Princess has been clinging to my side like her siblings since they were children... it has became a part of my duty... she calls me father sometimes which is, incredible?!
- perhaps I have to thank you. The King has always been so busy to be a father for them.
Ser Criston just gave Gwayne a kind glimpse of his eyes and nodded at him.
After that, The road was drowned in silence; Again.
It had been in silence once in a while since either Gwayne or Criston would break it with a short conversation and then they kept riding in complete silence.
You were also sleeping in your carriage since you drink wine more than usual because you knew how boring that ride was about to be.
5 days of that journey passed the same way. You ate breakfast, ate lunch and slept in the forests and fields without anything unusual happening.
Until the sixth night.
You peeked you head out of the window of your carriage and spoke to Gwayne and Criston, who were leading the two servants while dusk was falling rapidly.
- I can hear some flowage... can we stop by that creek?
Gwayne turned his head around to take a glimpse of your face, and then stared at the road again.
- Why is that? If We ride further we will reach Tumbleton, Sweet Girl.
You hesitated for a moment, because you were startled if what you wanted was nessessory or not. You wanted to do a short bath because you felt sticky; Even washing your hair could have helped you to feel better.
You finally decided and told him with a more certain tone of voice.
- I have to take a little bath and change my gown... I can't sit more hours like this.
Ser Criston smiled softly at your words and shocked his head as a sign of amusement. He looked at Gwayne and ordered to the two Servant boys.
- We will ride off the road through the forest by that creek as The Princess ordered.
A sync "Yes Sir" was heard from the two servants and they changed their way through the narrow path that was leading through the forest.
The creek was deeper in the forest, in a way that the horses and the carriage couldn't cross the trees.
When they found the perfect spot to settle down, Gwayne climbed down his horse and walked toward the carriage. Then he opened the door of it and helped you to walk out of that carriage.
You had a scent of wine clinging to yourself, which Gwayne noticed and realized why you were feeling so overwhelmed.
You sighed when your legs finally touched the ground after that long amount of time you were sitting in that wobbly carriage. You felt free.
After that, you started walking around in silence, while the servants were setting up tents for you and two other knights. The tents weren't too big, but were enough for each one of you.
After the tents were done, Ser Criston dismissed two servants for a short amount time and told them.
- Tumbleton is only two miles away. You can go and find some entertainments there for tonight.
Which had the boys happy. They rode two horses of the carriage and that was when The Princess was alone with her uncle and her knight.
You gathered some clean gowns and stockings from your tent with a towel made of sheepskin. You held them tight against your chest so they didn't fall off of your hands because you were also holding a bottle of oil for your hair and a bar of soap. You smiled gently at the two knights that were standing beside each other and said.
- I am ready!
Before Gwayne could react to you, Ser Criston sighed and walked toward you and helped you with taking your clothes by holding them in his arms.
He turned his head to Gwayne and smiled at him.
- I'll take her. You can rest here, Ser Gwayne.
Gwayne wanted to say something in protest but he stopped himself. Again; It didn't make sense.
You winked at your uncle and then you started walking through the woods with the knight walking after you.
The sun was now fully down and the sky had lost its orange color to a deep and dark blue.
Gwayne cleaned his sword, Fed up his horse, Ate an apple, and he even took off his armor, but the whole time he felt something in his heart that told him he should check on you.
At first he ignored that feeling, but he started realizing that you were gone for a long time, so he decided to give into his thoughts.
He grabbed his sword and started walking in the same direction you two left earlier.
At first everything was normal, but he froze when he heard a weird sound near the creek.
He wasn't close enough to hear that whisper, and the sound of the water moving in the river made it really hard to hear.
Gwayne gripped tilt of his sword even tighter and he took more careful and slow steps than before.
At first, The darkness wouldn't let him to fully see what was happening on the grass right beside the river. He could only see shadow of a figure but then the clicking sound of the armor, hit him like a rock to his head.
He tilted his sword down and watched His niece. You were straddling Cole's lap while he was sitting on the riverbank, your lips linked to each other. You were kissing passionately, while you were grinding yourself against Criston's armor. Gwayne could hear your whimpers whenever your lips left Criston's.
He was too stunned that he didn't realize you were half-naked. The only thing you were wearing was a thin white chemise that was wet and clinging to your skin...
He ould visibly see sides of your breasts.
And that gave him an embarrassing rush of blood to his cock.
When you yelped and pushed yourself off of Criston, Gwayne realized that his sword had fell from his hand and hit a rock on the ground.
He was so confused and amazed by that scene that his mind had stopped working for few minutes.
When he saw that stress in both of your faces, he finally found the urge in himself to ask something. To let his confusion take the lead of his tongue.
- I thought she was in trouble... but it seems like I was wrong.
Gwayne paused for a moment and looked at Criston. Their eyes met, and he realized how deep in his heart he wanted to punch that man in the face, make him bleed in the mud and then kiss him.
He wasn't confused. He was jealous. He was disappointed. He was angry.
You stood up on your legs that were trembling a little bit and told him.
- Uncle... please... it was nothing... I swear to Gods nothing... nothing happened!
You weren't actually telling the truth, but you knew the best you could do at that moment was denial.
You could see that feeling in Gwayne's eyes. Something you never saw and experienced toward yourself.
- Come here.
Criston asked Gwayne while they were staring at each other. There was something violent between them... a violence mixed with tenderness.
Gwayne did not hesitate another moment.
His feelings were making him do things he wouldn't even think about, even when he was drunk.
But now he was drunk on his emotions. Emotions that were not only about you but also about Criston.
You watched Gwayne walking toward Criston. That was when Criston pulled you by your ankle and you let him do that.
You settled yourself on his laps again, just the way you were making love before.
Gwayne stopped right beside you, looking down at you two. He knelt down on the grass, then he kissed you shoulder. That kiss was warm against your body, something new from someone new.
You looked at Criston with excitement visible in your eyes. He laughed at the way you were so happy about how Gwayne was now kissing your neck. His kisses were attentive, and for you it was interesting that Ser Criston and Gwayne treated you the same way.
Criston pressed a soft kiss to your lips, making that hunger in your insides to grow even more. Those two men were giving you an overwhelming way of attention and love, it became unbearable to you so quickly.
You started to grinding your bare cunt against Criston's leather breeches, but it didn't help you because you were already so needy.
Gwayne stopped kissing and biting your neck, and that made you whine as a complaint. But he didn't make that last longer since his hand moved between your legs, where you were trying to a friction to your needy cunt.
You bite Criston's lip when Gwayne started rubbing your clit, which was incredibly easy to find for him.
That made Criston to stop that kiss as well and look down at how you were trying to move yourself against his fingers.
Gwayne moved his free hand to support her back, and then his eyes shifted from his niece to Criston.
Criston felt the heaviness of his gaze, and his eyes drifted to Gwayne's. It was like there was a string that pulled them to each other, and they both gave into that unknown gravitation.
Criston's tongue passes through Gwayne's lips and they started kissing with hunger. Their lips and tongues were familiar even though they never kissed once.
You were so stunned by the scene in front of you that you didn't realize how Gwayne's middle finger was trying to find your entrance.
You moaned without trying to hide it after Gwayne's middle finger slowly entered you, while he was busy kissing Criston.
You looked down at Criston's breeches and the bulge that wasn't there few moments ago.
While Gwayne's arm was between you and Criston, you started undoing his armor, giving him more space to breathe.
Criston stopped his long kiss with Gwayne and moved his hand to your cheek. Your face was warm and alive, and that made him even more hard in his breeches.
- Do you want uncle Gwayne to taste your pretty cunt?
Criston asked you with a playful smile on his lips. That smile could make you cum without anything more.
- Yes... I want him to try it...
You answered with a lascivious smile on your lips that were swollen of your own bites.
Gwayne pulled his finger out of you, making you whine because of feeling empty; then Ser Criston helped you shift on his laps and you sat with your back against his chest. then his hands moved to hem of your chemise and slowly revealed your thighs to Gwayne.
Gwayne looked at your eyes and then looked at Criston's face that was resting against your shoulder. He was kissing you neck softly, and that made you more and more wet.
Gwayne stopped by Criston's feet and he got on his fours. Without breaking his eyes away from yours, he grabbed the hem of your dress with his teeth and pulled it up.
You gasped when the cool air touched your wet pussy, and Gwayne smirked in response.
Then he kissed your inner thighs. His kisses were wet and lingering, because he wanted you to remember every kiss he planted on your skin.
When his lips reached your warmth, he asked you in a whisper.
- for the next kisses... where do you want me to kiss you? Hmm?
Your cheeks were definitely full red and you were happy they couldn't see that under the moonlight.
You felt Criston's hand found the way to your cunt and then he whispered in your ear.
- Is that where you need him, pretty girl?
You liked the way he gave you names that made you feel a little bit more special.
You looked back at Gwayne and whispered "yes".
Gwayne kissed your sensitive nub. Without pulling away, he pulled his tongue out and started licking your sweet nectar off of your pussy. You were so wet that his chin and his nose were all wet, which made him even more happy because now he could taste you perfectly.
It was just the most relaxing scene in the whole world for them. Your whines and moans mixed with the sound of the water flowing in the creek, while your legs were now resting over Gwayne's shoulders and your back was leaning against Criston's chest.
Ser Criston on the other hand was opening the straps of your chemise. While you were moving against him and you tried to hold yourself steady against him, he finally opened opened the straps and uncovered your breasts. The cool air again made you shiver and your nipples became hard.
You didn't know if you had to focus on Gwayne that was eating your pussy restlessly or on Criston that was kissing your neck and shoulders while he was pinching and playing with your nipples.
But all you could do without any thought was to moan and whimper. You weren't even afraid if anyone heard you. You didn't care.
Gwayne bite your nub and after that silent scream he gained from you, he rolled your clit with his tongue several times.
That made you dizzy and the weight in your core that made you want to grind yourself against Gwayne's mouth was getting worse and worse.
You grabbed Criston's muscular arm tightly as you arched your back and started to do as your body was telling you, Grinding your cunt against Gwayne's tongue.
He watched your face and how your eyes were locked to his while all you could call was "uncle" and "Gwayne".
Your other hand moved through Gwayne's auburn locks and you grabbed his hair. It wasn't for control, but you just wanted to make sure he wasn't going to leave you.
Criston knew you were only a breath away from reaching the edge of your pleasure, so he held you tightly against himself and started whispering sweet nothings in your ear. things that you couldn't focus on what they were but you wanted him to keep going.
Gwayne rested his palm somewhere on your tummy to hold you still. He wrapped his lips around your clit and his free fingers slowly started pushing inside of your cunt. You were so slick that he pushed his ring and middle finger easily. That made you almost claw at Criston's arm, because Gwayne's thick and long fingers were touching you in a place that you needed to be touched even more than your clit.
Gwayne started pumping his fingers in and out with a violent rhythm that was making his fingers tired, but your face and how your eyes rolled in your skull when you came all over his face and fingers was enough for him to keep going.
He wanted you to fully ride out your orgasm, so he didn't stop immediately and pumped his fingers four more times, that made you sob in pleasure. After that, Gwayne stopped quickly.
Ser Criston started massaging your lower tummy, but this time it ended as fast as Gwayne crawled on his fours to Gwayne's side and they started making out again.
Criston wanted to taste you on Gwayne's lips, so their tongues started exploring each other's mouths again.
You turned your head around while your chest was rising up and down after your intense orgasm. You wanted to watch them.
Gwayne's hand was moving through Criston's hair, while they weren't kissing but devouring each other.
After few more kisses, Criston broke the kiss and stick his tongue out; He started licking your juices off of Gwayne's chin. At the end, he kissed Gwayne's lips shortly and they smiled.
You weren't satisfied yet. It was you who had came, and both of them were still hard in their breeches.
You didn't want it to end that way, so you slowly stood up. Your legs were still weak, but you could stand up.
You pulled your chemise over your head and threw it on the ground. Now you were all naked in front of them.
Criston grabbed your arm and pulled you down so you were sitting down on the ground by his force. Before any comments from them, you said.
- I still didn't have the ride I wanted.
Gwayne scoffed but then he actually smiled and looked at Criston.
They agreed you all wanted that.
After that, Gwayne laid on the grasses, and Criston started taking off his armor. You settled on top of Gwayne. He helped you open the leather belt that was holding his breeches to his waist, and he let you pull his cock out of his breeches.
You bite your lip when you saw how hard he was in your hand. Gwayne lifted himself up on his elbows and while he was looking at you with love and care in his eyes, he whispered to you like he was telling you a secret.
- you look like a work of art, sent from Gods above Sweet Girl... you look unreal on top of me...
The way he spoke with so much honesty and emotions, gave you a weird feeling in your chest, And also made you want him even more.
You changed the way you were sitting and you shifted forward, so now his sock was between your folds.
Gwayne gasped at the feeling of your warmth and wetness against his, and you felt even more needy.
When Criston was out of his armor, he walked toward you and Gwayne. He stopped beside you, then he grabbed your chin and tilted your face upward.
You didn't act coy with him though. He knew you better than Gwayne did.
You smiled at him with lust all over your eyes, and he took that as a sign that you were more than ready. He nodded at you as a way of approval.
After that, you lifted yourself up from Gwayne's cock and you rubbed his tip against your wet pussy, coating his cock with your juices.
Gwayne's hands moved to your sides and when you placed his tip on your entrance, he helped you to take him inside of you.
You were wet and your body hadn't still fully recovered from your last orgasm, so when his tip entered you, a mix of overstimulation and pleasure took all over your body.
You arched your back when his cock fully entered you. He wasn't bigger than Criston, but he felt different inside of you.
After few moments, you felt eased with him inside of you, so you started moving up and down. His cock slowly moved out of you, and then you let him pull you down as his cock filled you all over again.
Gwayne was trying his best not to whimper at your tightness, but after the second time his cock moved inside of you, He gripped your thighs tightly and grunted your name.
- Gods... she feels heavenly...
Gwayne said as you started bouncing faster and more focused on your own pleasure.
Criston scoffed and grabbed your chin again. This time his cock was out of his breeches as well. He ordered you to "open your mouth" with a tap of his tip on your lips.
When you opened your mouth while you were trying to bounce on Gwayne's cock, Criston carefully slid his cock inside of your mouth.
You whimpered when Gwayne held you still and he started thrusting his hips upwards, his tip hitting your insides deliciously.
With every thrust of Gwayne's cock, your work on Criston's cock became harder because you were also pushed upwards and it made his tip to hit the back of your throat, making you gag around him.
Criston could see how your eyes were wet under the moonlight, so he moved his fingers through your hair to take more control of your head.
Gwayne's breath became more and more shallow with every thrust of his cock, because you clenched around him and whimpered quietly around Criston's cock. He was trying his best to find your sweet spot and give your more pleasure, so his thrusts became more deep and harsh, as his thumb started rubbing messy circles on your clit.
You were genuinely feeling out of your body. Your body was in full pleasure, in a way that you neither could focus on riding Gwayne's cock or sucking Criston's cock, but when Gwayne's tip hit that spot inside of you that made your eyes roll inside of your, you came back to reality a little bit more.
You started rolling your tongue around Criston's cock while he was guiding your head. Criston grunted the same way Gwayne did earlier, and started caressing back of your head.
You couldn't tear your gaze away from Criston's face, because his face so painted by pleasure that his handsome features looked Godly. His lips, his eyes, his throat... everything in him seemed otherworldly.
Gwayne kept fucking you in the same exact spot, while he was rubbing your sensitive clit. The way you clenched around him, drove him closer and closer to his edge of pleasure. For that reason, his grunts were now only moans of your name.
After two more thrusts, Gwayne started to lose his resistance. He gripped your hips with both of your hand and he started pulling you up and down impatiently.
- Oh Gods... keep going like that My Angel... I'm so close...
Gwayne said with his voice that was out of breath.
That made Criston to work faster, because he wanted to come at the same time Gwayne did.
You placed your hands on Criston's hips and gripped him tightly as you started moving yourself with the same pace Gwayne was thrusting his cock inside of you.
Gwayne groaned when you sqirmed and moan around Criston's cock. You couldn't breath after you felt that knot in your core started to feeling heavier and more sensitive. Criston realized that, so he suddenly pulled his cock out of your mouth and let your moans to be free.
You looked down at Gwayne; he was laying on his back while he was trying to hold your thighs as you bounced on his cock. Your legs were tired, but seeking your orgasm gave you enough motivation to ride him with all your will.
- uncle Gwayne... please... I'm about to... I'm so close...
Your words were so messy because your mind was all drowned in pleasure that you couldn't even form short sentences.
Gwayne laughed at your , his voice rougher and deeper because of lust. He lifted himself up a little bit and grabbed your waist, supporting your body. Then he started thrusting his hips upwards again, hitting your sweet spot again and again. He was doing it nonstop.
Your body started trembling after the new wave of pleasure. It was like they both were pouring lust and pleasure inside of your veins.
You lifted your head up to look at Criston with puppy eyes. Your eyes were filled with need.
That made Criston even more relentless. You slowly moved your hand to his cock and you started rubbing his still wet member. Then you opened your mouth again and let his cock in your mouth, which was followed by a growl-ish sound from him.
You started sucking him again and Gwayne's cock twitched inside of you as he watched you doing that.
And his thrusts turned quicker.
You took Criston's cock fully inside of your mouth again, his tip touching back of you throat. Again, Your eyes went wet but they widened when that pressure in your cunny was free. You whimpered around Criston's cock and you pulled your head back.
Gwayne quickly started rubbing your clit with his thumb, which made you shiver in pleasure. The whole world around you turned quiet and you cried out.
- Keep doing her like that...
Criston ordered to Gwayne. But Gwayne couldn't hold himself longer while your cuny was gripping his cock that way.
Criston knew that you reached your edged. He moved his hand to his cock and started jerking himself.
Even though you had your second orgasm, Gwayne keot thrusting his hips upwards which made your body quiver. Tears of pain and pleasure ran down your cheeks, and you lifted your head to look at Criston with pleading eyes.
That confused look of lust and pain in your eyes while you couldn't stop yourself from gasping and whimpering, made his movements of his hand faster.
- open your mouth for papa... hmmm
Criston said that and obeyed without a second thought.
Watching that scene made Gwayne to groan again and he give your pussy one last thrust, deeper and harsher inside of you. He came immediately as he watched Criston jerking his cock and ropes of his cum painting your face and tongue.
Now everything was in peace.
You shifted on Gwayne and slowly he pulled his cock out of you. That sensation made you whimper again.
You felt so tired and sore, all over your body. Gwayne smiled at you and then he tucked at your arm and pulled you down; so You laid down beside him on the grasses.
The dark blue of the sky was painted with shining stars and the moon, and a cool breeze moved through the trees.
Criston picked up your chemise from the ground. after that he laid down beside you and he whispered to you.
- you have forgotten something... Haven't you?
You hesitated for a moment to think about what he was referring to, and a little playful smile appeared on your lips when you remembered.
- Thank you papa...
Criston was satisfied by you and he smiled back at you.
He looked at Gwayne, who was watching you two with confusion in his eyes. Criston winked at him and then whispered in your ear.
- You have to thank Uncle Gwayne as well.
You bite your bottom lip after Criston's request reached your mind. He was right though...
For that reason, you tilted your head so you could look at Gwayne's eyes.
- Thank you, Uncle Gwayne.
Gwayne didn't understand why you thanked him, so he just stared at you with confused look on his face.
You and your two knights laid there for a while. Criston cleaned your face and body all over again, and Gwayne helped you apply your oils on your skin and hair.
After three of you put your clothes on, Criston cradled you in his armored arms and walked back toward the camp.
And you acted like nothing had happened by the river.
But in the 3 weeks that was left from your journey to Old Town, you openly excused alone walks with Ser Gwayne or Ser Criston as your guards, which leaded to you being held against the trees while they fucked you gently so no one could hear the sound of your skins touching each other.
I don't know if you write for harwin anymore but I just read Wood, Want, and Witness
And omg it's so well written it's so underrated I wish more people would read it, it had me wanting a thresome of harwin and criston Aaaaaaaaa the end when u know he was watching chef kiss!!!!
A/N: This has been in my inbox for so long, I’m sorry it took me a thousand years to fulfill. Apparently I just needed to see Criston back on my screen to get ideas in my head for this! (Wood, Want, and Wittness, not required to understand this one but does give background!)
Three Is A Crowd
Harwin Strong X F reader X Criston Cole
Tags: Criston as a peeping tom, Criston cuck chair, threesome (briefly?), oral F receiving, criston on cleanup duty, humiliation/taunting Criston receiving, Harwin being huge and strong, PnV, stretching, size kink, lots of groping, exhibitionism, fingering F receiving, established relationship.
Summary: When Harwin returns from a long trip you are eager to spend some well deserved time with him. Criston, who has been obsessively (and unknowingly to you) watching you while Harwins been away is found in your chambers as things get steamy. Instead of beating Criston into a pulp Harwin decides a more tortuous fate is in order.
Word Count: 4.1k
You walk quickly from Princess Helaena’s chamber holding the square cloth. A favor she was suppose to embroider for an upcoming tourney. But your lady seemed far more interested in staring out the window, so the task had became yours.
Your thread has snapped twice, you felt on edge for some reason, likely because Harwins been quite busy dealing with some issues that had kicked up at his families home. He was suppose to be arriving back any day now, at least that’s what his last raven had indicated.
When you opened your chambers you paused at once. Looking around and breathing softly because you swore you had heard something. It sounded almost like metal?
“I’m in no mood to be startled-that is not the return you’ve promised me!” Harwin had grumbled quite a few promises in your ear four moons ago when he left kings landing. Assurances that he would make up all that time to you. Listing exactly what he planned for you two to indulge in. If wasn’t going to be frantic sex in the stables or secret kisses in empty halls. He was going to have you in bed, properly, going to ensure you were throughly pleased, beyond satisfied!
You spun around so quickly that your skirts wrapped around your legs a bit as you turned to face the door. Heavy footsteps stopping.
“I will admit. I imagine much warmer of a welcome, but this works too I suppose.”
Harwin, stood in your doorway pratically taking up the entire frame of it, his hand holding to the handle. He’d entered just as your loud exclamations had spilled from your mouth. Tired, on edge and suspicious.
Ever bit of those feelings dropped. If he wasn’t a giant of man he’d of been leveled flat on his back in the middle of the hallway from how forcefully you pressed yourself into his chest.
“That was closer to what I anticipated.” His hand touched your back, holding you to him a bit more and he took a few steps forward, your feet dangling as he shut the door behind him.
“Don’t ever leave for that long again.” You warned him, hands gripping his shoulder to try and hoist yourself up higher. You did have to wait for him to grab your arse to bump you up to be level with his face. “I’m serious.” You kissed him. Lips soft and trying to not be urgent. Urgent kissing meant teeth clanking and panting and you wanted to enjoy him. Wanted to be reacquainted with his lips….his tongue. The low groans that rumbled from his chest when you sucked at bit at his tongue.
“I don’t doubt your seriousness, ever my love.” He promised you. If he had any say in the matter he wouldn’t be gone this long another either. Truthfully being away from you it made him think more about asking his father to take you as his wife. You’d have reason to join him then. He wanted you two to be joined, in the eyes of the court, in the eyes of the gods, anybody who needed to see. He just wanted to ensure you were his.
“Do you need to get back to your duties?” He asked large hand cupping your cheek and you looked up at him breathing heavy, lips swollen and the tip of your nose red.
“They will survive without me.” You didn't care, an excuse could be formulated later. You missed your lover and you weren’t about to leave him to run back to the princess!
Harwin grinned at that response and he quickly walked you back to your bed, depositing you down in the middle of the matress and his lips trailed down your neck. Your hands weren’t leaving his hair, playing in the long curly strands smiling as his hand rubbed down your sides, you wondered momentarily when he bypassed your chest, hips and thighs where exactly he was planning to start undressing you.
“Oh gods Harwin, stop!” You laughed and hit his back when he sat at the end of the bed and unlaced your shoes. He was taunting you.
“you’re horrible-it’s been moons since I’ve gotten to climax and your worried about my footwear?” You had wanted him to just push up your dress and take you.
Harwin shook his head flipping the boots off of you and then gently pulling your thighs down from your knees. You listed your hips to help.
“I showed you how to reach a climax my love,” he reminded. “Did you not remeber what we practiced?” His warm rough palms spread up your calf, to your thighs and you opened your knees for him.
“It wasn’t the same.” You whimper hand coming down over your stomach to sink between your thighs, bunching your skirts up more. “My fingers don’t fill me like yours.” You whinned and pushed two against your small clothes. Letting him hear that you’d already made the fabric damp.
“let me resolve that.” He smirked tugging you by your legs down to the end of the bed.
You almost didn’t hear it. The groan. Weak and strangled. But you did. It had you sitting right up and looking around. Harwin grabed the side of your face unsure what suddenly had you looking so paranoid.
“did you hear that?” You whispered looking frantically at him. “Somebody’s in here…” you breathed out pushing your dress back down. It wasn’t the first time you heard noises. You’d been hearing things and feeling watched for a long time…for most of the time that Harwin had been gone. It wasn’t unnerving.
“there’s nobody here-“ harwin shut up quickly when he heard a slight grind of metal and he was up to his feet at once. You stayed on the bed, clutching yourself and watching with dread as he searched the room.
“Seven fucks!” Harwin growled when he saw a glint of armor. Somehow he knew exactly who it was before pulling the man out from behind alcove in your chambers.
Criston, strong in his own right, was dwarfed by Harwin. Dragged out from near the wall to the center of the room and tosses down. Harwin easily taking his sword form him.
“did you not see enough the first time?” He questioned crudely. Referring to the time in the stable close to a year ago no when both you and him were pretty certain that Ser Criston had been watching you two in the stables together.
You flushed, bright as a tomato and stayed frozen in the bed. Looking down at the knight.
“He’s been in here before…” you inform Harwin lowly. “I didn't see him but…I know it was him.” Your voice shook a bit.
Harwins back tensed, his shoulders rose and he grabbed Criston under the jaw pushing the pretty knights head back against the floor.
“You’re the one who took that cloak…you’ll not frighten this lady with your incessant need to leer at her because of an oath you took!”
You being uncomfortable is what made Harwin the most upset. He wasn’t really a jealous or possessive person…you were not even truly his lady. He did not own you. But Ser Criston was clearly not an endeavor you had taken up while he was away. Harwin was about to lift the mans upper body back up and smash him back down against the floor but he paused. Hauled Criston up and shoved him into a chair.
“Harwin…” you gave him a confused look as he came around the back of the white cloaked man and grabbed his blunt hair to pull his head back so he was looking at you. So he had nothing else to look at but you.
“forgive me.” Criston breathed out. Eyes trying to look elsewhere but Harwins grip was pointed.
You swallowed hard and looked at the two men.
“Have you watched her in bed?” Harwin demanded to know. Criston nodded, shamefully.
Your legs squeezed together and your fingers gripped onto the quilt over your bed more firmly.
“Watched her try and make herself into a mess?”
Again Criston nodded you and felt a shameful ache develop in your stomach.
“How hard was it to not reveal yourself and put your fingers where hers were struggling?”
“Harwin-don’t-“ the moan you’d made while speaking gave you away though. Shamefully, you were wet from knowing he’d been watching you. Been hearing your frustrated groans and the wet sounds of your fingers trying to plunge as deep into your cunt as Harwins do.
“You wouldn’t have been able to satisfy her like I do, even if you had come out and shown her how to stretch her cunny.” He growled lowly in Criston’s ear. “You want to watch her…then fine. Watch. Don’t move.” He directed. Letting go of Criston and quickly making his way back to you.
Your hands reached up for him instantly and he pulled you against him as he sat.
“Harwin we shouldn’t.” You whispered. Nervous.
“I want to see how long it takes for the dog to start begging.” He spoke lowly in your ear, kissing right below it. Smirking when he felt the bumps rise up across you skin. “Would you like to see what it takes to break him?” Harwin asked while moving you to be sat between his thick thighs on the bed. Conveniently placed directly inline of Criston’s vision.
You did want that…which was strange because the only think you imagine wanting with Harwin once he returned was to make love. This, honestly, did not feel like love making but you couldn’t deny that you were very aroused at the idea of showing this needy pathetic man how wonderful Harwin was at pleasing you!
“mmm, yes.” You moaned against his neck kissing it before settling down letting his chest engulf your back.
“Watch Cole, no point in getting shy now.” Harwin told the knight who was so flushed it seemed he’d began to sweat from how warm he was.
It made Harwins cock stir behind you seeing how desperate the man was for a taste of you, even just a glimpse of you! That this knight longed so deeply for what he had.
“relax my lady,” Harwin spoke soothingly in your ear. Feeling your shoulder tense against him and he rubbed his large hands over the top of them. Forcing the muscle to calm and for them to ease down. “I’ve got you.” He swore. You knew he did. He wouldn’t let this go array. He’d promised you years ago that your reputation would not be sullied despite what you two did together, he’d been right so far. Your faith in him was limitless.
Love tended to do that.
You looked up at him, the back of your head pushing against his chest as you swallowed the lump in your throat before lifting your chin up more to reach for his lips. He smartly leaned over and sealed his with yours. The kiss strange and a bit clunky because of you two not facing the same direction but it was still full of passion and devotion! You’d been so lost in it, hand gripping at Harwins hair to keep the kiss going, that Criston’s low guttural groan was that thing that made you realize Harwins hands had expertly undone the front of your gown and let your pretty breasts free of the chemise.
“fuck-“ Criston grunted and you broke the kiss just in time to see his hand palm at his lap.
“did you have leave to touch yourself?” Harwin chuckled into your neck at the scolding tone you had. He was glad somebody other than himself was at the receiving end of it.
“No, m’lady, I don’t.” His neck was so tense that his voice come out strained.
“then remove your hand.” You directed the knight. Smiling when he did. “I thought knight were better at showing restraint.” You hummed while looking down at Harwins hands mapping your chest. His palms holding the weight of your tits while his fingers found each of your darkened nipples and he pinched them.
“most are.” Harwin kissed your neck, sucking a mark into it that was low enough your gown should over it easily. He was careful, despite what this scene depicted. “Though some take the cloak to try and suppress what they cannot control.” He spoke of Criston like he was a crazed animal. A feral thing that could not show any restraint.
Criston’s eyes were locked on your chest. Mesmerized. He’d watched you change in this very room a dozen times. Squinting to see how hard your nipples got in the cold hair. He’d wondered for moons how your smooth flesh would look as it pooled between fingers. He could at least imagine what it would feel like as he saw it now right infront of him.
Had Harwin not known how sensitive you were, how pliant and wanton you got he would have thought you were putting on a performance for the dornish man. He knew better though, knew that with enough time, enough attention and coaxing that you could reach your peak from almost any form of stimulation. Including your breasts.
You were sweating, squirming in his lap and reaching back to palm at Harwins hard cock before you begged. Part of you was embarrassed to let Cole hear you like that but clearly Harwin was not going to move on with more stimulation until you turned into a mess.
“Touch me-“ you begged
“I am, my love.”
Both you and Criston groaned at the larger man’s chuckles out response.
“No,” you whine and reach to pull his hand from your overstimulated nipple down to your stomach trying to urge his large fingers between your legs. “Here. Please Harwin.” You groaned and pushed your hips up to drive home your request.
“I don’t want your dress to get all wet.” He whispered in your ear. “Stand up.” You wobbled to your feet within the next second and started to pull your gown down. Groaning when it got stuck at your hips.
“easy.” He smirked at your eagerness. “Cole will help you.”
You shot him a look.
“Just the gown, he’ll mind his hands.” He assured you though it was targeted to Criston, a warning of what was being permitted in this moment. Harwin would be more than happy to slam the knight into the floor again should he take it too far.
“Yes…yes, just the gown.” Criston nodded, breathing fast as he stood and his hands went for the ties that were still done up. Easily working the knots apart even with his shaking hands. Need had taken him over completly. He knelt to pull it over your hips and groaned when your dampened small clothes followed. His eyes taking in the sight of you. He’s dreamed of being this close. Of being able to see how your folds glistened…of viewing how the air between your legs laid…knowing what you smelt like.
His eyes were dark as he stumbled back to his feet’s knowing if he had another minute of your delicious aroma that he would start panting and drooling.
“Smart man…some sense is still hidden in there somewhere.” Harwin grinned from the bed. He’d gotten his own clothes all off while Cole had undressed you. You hadn’t noticed until you were sat back in his lap and could feel the sticky wetness that developed on his tip poke into your back.
You sunk down against him a bit, your shoulders and head pushed against his stomach and your legs cast over his knees. It opened you up a great deal. It also meant you could easily look up at Harwin and out at Criston. You wanted to be able to see them both.
For now you smiled up at Harwins a dizzy, needy expression that made his heart clinch. You were his, both of you knew that, but he wanted…no needed it to be legitimate. Needed everybody to see how fully his you were. Cole was a start, a vulgar start but he was determined now that you’d be his wife within the year.
“Gods above, you’re soaked.” Criston blinked eyes sealed on your parted folds. He can a good view of your sopping core and the pretty pearl at the top of your slit that was glistening from your own arousal.
“she’s always wet,” Harwin smirked and kissed your lips to hide your groan of discontent that he knew was coming. You always hated when he remarked on how soaked you became when aroused. It did not matter how many times he told you it was wonderful, complimentary actually, you always got red in the face and fussy about it, flustered.
Harwin, to smooth over the remark reached his hand down, laid his palm over your mound and slowly dipped his fingers between your folds dragging the tip of his middle fingers up and down against you. His cock pulsed when he felt your heat clench and try and suck his finger in when he passed your core.
“You missed this?” He asked, gently, the smile never leaving his face.
“yes! Ngh-ahhh mmmm y-yes.” You squeaked when he let two of his fingers circle your clit. Pushing that sensitive bud all around in a delicious way. Your legs instinctively opened up more. Welcoming the sensation that you had missed so severely!
“Fucking hell-“criston whimpered, his pants straining significantly. To the point where he was worried his armor might legitimately bend out of shape. He could see you core clenching around nothing and he so badly wished to be the one to provide you with something to squeeze against. Something to gush out around.
“Harwin….Harwin fuck!” You were gripping to his arm, that laid down against your body, while he spread two fingers forward and plunged them into your dripping hole. You almost came just from the sudden stretch. It felt so good. You’d needed that for moons now.
“so…gods they are so big.” You whine out lifting your hips against his hand to make his knuckles drive into you. His thumb was still pressed to your clit and he could feel your pulse there now.
“Cunny so perfectly…I wanna be in it.”Criston purred out, mostly to himself. He’d thought he said it in his head and didn't realize he’d uttered the words outloud until your eyes were on his.
“fuck me.” You squeezed Harwins leg. Forcing yourself to sit up, your bum resting on his lower stomach. “Now, fuck me now.” You begged, but your voice was frantic. You wanted Cole to see you take a cock….a cock that pointedly was not his.
Criston’s eyes closed as he rutted up against nothing. His cock able to grind only into the cold hard metal. He wished it was your warm wet folds.
Harwins length had smacked up against your slit when you’d positioned yourself so it was before you. One hand reaching up to wrap around the back of his neck and the other held to his side. It kept you up enough that he could align his cockhead with your entrance and just the first few inches of him were enveloped in the velvety muscle between your legs.
Low, garbled moans tumbled out of your mouth and Harwins grunts vibrated against you back. He was so large so big, really you should have let him get a third finger into you before taking him in this manner but you’d gotten way too worked up to wait. You’d done enough waiting.
Coles eyes widened as he watched your body change to take Harwins length. He wondered if you’d stretch to fit him, if you’d have such a knit in your brow if it was his cock you were sat upon instead of breakbones!
Your eyes rolled back a bit and your knuckles went white as Harwin rutted up into you more, one of his arms wrapping around your midsection and pulling you down so he was settled basically completely into you.
He muffled the adjusting gasps with his lips on yours. Fingers rubbing still at your clit to keep you distracted from the ache.
“She’s-fuck you’re so pretty.” Criston slurred. Sounding drunk of the view and the intensity of the moment.
Slowly your eyes opened and you leaned your head back against Harwins shoulder while he stroked his hips up toward you, lap jumping into your arse every time.
“He’s gonna cum in his pants.” You whimper, mostly to Harwin but it wasn’t low enough to seem like you were trying to keep it from Criston’s ears.
“should he?” Harwin kissed your brow raised when he pulled back. His efforts were focused less on cucking Cole at the moment and more on making your climax be fulfilling but he could feel how you clenched against him whenever Criston let a sound escape his lips.
“yes…yes.” Your eyes flutter as the feeling in your belly grows more tight. “Yes…fuck-Cole are you going to cum watching me? Huh-mmhm” you were so close to your own climax that it was hard for your words to stay focused.
“Cum against cloth imagining it was my c-cunt? Fuck Harwin!” You gasped mouth open as your panted.
“yes…yes.” She shamefully got out. The vein in his neck engored and pulsing. Eyes never leaving where you and Harwin joined. “Please m’lady!” He begged.
“I can feel you,” Harwin breathes, finally his own rhythm more frantic. “You’re going to cum against me while he watches? Go on…fuxk there you go. Go ahead my love.” He bit at your shoulder a bit and pressed his hand against your stomach where his strokes were chasing a bulge in your body.
You didn’t exactly swear when the climax crashed against you. It was more of a squeal, of a mix of gasp and trembles and it as intense enough that your hands likely had pulled out a bit of Harwins lovely hair as it washed over you.
Criston as crying as he came in his trouser. The feeling a relief physically but torment emotionally. How pathetic had he become? How depraved had his desires gotten that this was what he needed to spill his seed.
Harwin, with more control than either of you, thrusted a few more times and then pulled himself out. Holding his cock to your slit and spilled his seed there rather than within you. Kissed behind your ear as he painted your inner thighs and mound.
“gods, how I’ve missed you.” He whispered while you still trembled. He gently shifted you so that you were laid on the bed and he pushed your hair back tucking it behind your ear. Smiling slightly at how disheveled you were. He liked seeing the impact he had. “Do you wish to be cleaned up by the dog?” He asked, hand gently keeping your knees open so Cole could still see the the mess.
You blinked. Thinking-or trying to. But the only concept that filled your mind right now was that of a warm tongue dragging all over you and quickly you were nodding up at him.
“please.” It was soft and gently and almost a bit shy.
Criston was not of those things when Harwin directed him to one over. Your lover leaned over to kiss you, to stroke the hair at your temple and rub your stomach as Criston instantly started to lap at you. He had little self control and started right on your clit. Licking and sucking and then the moment your body clenched he was diving his tongue deep into your core.
“uhh!” You gasped. A hand finding the Knights hair and your other squeezing Harwins elbow.
“fuck-“ he groaned against you. A mix of both you and Harwin release coating his beard as he licked your thighs clean. His nose still rubbing gloriously at your slit and when he seemed to have gotten most of the cum off of you your grip tighten on his locks pulling him right back to your cunt and shifting until your clit felt his lips brush against it.
Cole, to his credit needed no further direction. He ducked hard at you, face hurried deep into your pussy and he devoured every single thing you gave him a a jolt of your hips. You clit throbbing. Some more pearly arousal seeping from your hole. He took everything and gave you a toe curling orgasm in return. One that has you jumping and pushing his head away because it was so intense.
Your eyes could barely open by the time his face way out from between your thighs. You were half delirious from the pleasure, the only thing your mind could really process was Harwins heartbeat and his hands on your sides as he put you under the covers, held you to his chest and told Cole to leave if he wanted to keep that white cloak.
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𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩0𝘵 ⛥ im beginning to lose the action-y part of my writing - just compare this to my old criston cole fics. dear nonnie here's the fic!
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cw: criston's meddling with both hightower siblings at the same damn time, a lot of mentions of rhaenyra, "i love you"s, Viserys slander, calling his hole "cunt" like a few times, but no feminization, a little bit of period-typical homophobia
Criston doesn't know how it happened, only that it helps him sleep at night. Alicent's hands are soft upon his worked, rough skin, and even then, it's only subtle touches: a touch to his forearm as a thank you, a hand on his cheek that quickly recoils like Criston is something forbidden... because he is. He's a King's Guard, sworn to take no wife and sire no children.
His oath is already taken, not that sweet Alicent knows it. She is to him the same as he is to her: a soft reprieve in a hard life. Criston's do-over after Rhaenyra's harsh lesson, and Alicent's gentleman where the old fuckwat of a king Viserys is.
This time, Criston will speak not of broken oaths nor faraway dreams of simplicity. This time, he will take care of Alicent, and she will do the same.
It doesn't help, however, that he is not sworn to her. Her brother is, come soon after Alicent's ascent to Queen. He'd never been a problem until Rhaenyra left for Dragonstone.
And he isn't a problem now, not in action. He's taken no oath, he bears no white cloak. He is but a sworn guard to his sister, Alicent the Queen. He may take a wife, and for a while it sparks Criston's jealousy, until it doesn't...
You're not like her. Your moments together are not a reprieve from stressful duties, they are moments of calm—not calm before the storm, even, but cozy calm like rain outside the Keep and the heat of hearth.
As Criston rises through the King's Guard ranks, you stay right where you are: at Alicent's doorstep, always.
But when you're not there, you're with him.
Your intimacy came easier. Common ground, he thinks, swordsmanship, knighthood, and honor—but none of those concepts facilitate touch, affection or lust.
Criston doesn't announce his presence. He merely derobes, strips himself of his armor, whatever he can reach. He doesn't make it loud, but he doesn't make it quiet either.
You stir at the noise, years of training your ears to strain for things that are out of place. Like him. "Good morning." You call raspily, eyes barely opened.
"Good morning." Criston replies. Once you're awake, he makes a clatter taking the rest of his armor off quickly... and once he's done with that, he's at your bedside.
You're barely swung your legs over the edge before he's between them, kneeling on the stone floor. You muster a laugh that makes your vocal cords rouse from their sleep. "Good morning," You say again, running a hand over his heavy shoulder bones, then up his neck, and then around his jaw. "my love."
Criston lets out a ragged breath, something like praise but also exhaustion, when you call him that. He presses his cheek against your fingers, then a kiss to your palm, all whilst looking up at you with utter reverence.
"Rough night?"
Criston doesn't reply in words, only creaking, stiff joints as he crawls into bed with you. His knees bracket one of your legs and his chest presses you into the mattress. "Procedural." He replies, his chest rumbling against yours as he speaks.
"Not a cricket around, then." You elaborate for him, one hand in his hair. You push his head into the crook of your neck, and he thanks you with a hand at your waist, pulling you closer.
The both of you know that even the most mundane of nights are hard, thanks to ever-shifting guard schedules and your bodies screaming that you, as humans, shouldn't be awake whilst the moon is still making its voyage across the sky.
You have long gone beyond your human natures, anyhow, what with the indifference to death and killing—and also the tender way you hold each other.
"I need you." Criston proclaims, not shyly, not demanding, but stating only his current feelings blankly.
You have but one reply, "Alright."
Criston is broken already. He has shed his shell, the plates of silver all over the floor, and all that he is right now is a tired man.
You just need to fit the pieces back together.
You press his back to the mattress, and his heads to the soft pillows. You're a knight, but also a noble too. He looks good with this halo. Even as you take off his underarmor clothing, you admire his face.
Hightower green under his dark, disheveled helmet hair; Hightower, emerald green under his tan skin and his facial hair and his bushy eyebrows. It compliments him well.
You wish you could take his hand in marriage. He would look lovely in your house crest.
"Mm." Criston hums contently as you kiss down his now exposed skin. His hand finds your hair, but it does not obstruct your path.
You kiss down his happy trail, then press one kiss to the tip of his cock that makes him whimper, and then down his thigh. You hook his ankle over your shoulder and kiss up that leg, until finally you finish at his heel.
He takes two saliva-wet fingers easily after that, for your kissed trail has made his body soft. His breaths are steady, not stressed, calm.
"Is that alright?"
"Yeah." Criston mutters, unfocused eyes straining to concentrate on you. "So good."
Little by little, you coax Criston's unspeaking voice out of him with curls of your knuckles and additions of new fingers, until both his cunt and his voice are limbered up and ready.
"I do anything wrong," You say, lowering his ankle from your shoulder so he may put it wherever he likes, "you just have to tell me."
"Sure." Criston replies softly.
You have to ask because King's Guard knighthood breaks your will and molds it into obedience. You have to ask, because you want him comfortable when you push in your length.
Criston's lips part again, not with a yelp nor with a cry, but with a breathless little moan.
"Good?"
"Mhm." Criston wraps his arms around your neck, pulls you down himself. You like it because it's a bit of his own agency.
You like it because you get to kiss him, because your pleasure is but a background buzz as you begin to shallowly fuck him, because lip-locking isn't a lustful thing for either of you.
It's affection, it's intimacy, it's exchanging saliva for you to keep the whole day.
Criston's just finished his guard shift, it's why he needs you—and you'll admit, you need him as motivation to start your day.
Plus, it is always nice to fuck him. A particular thrust aimed at a particular area has Criston's lips parting too wide and the kiss breaking, but you don't mind.
"There?" You question, grabbing his hips in a not-too-tight, possessive hold.
"There." Criston agrees simply.
And as you begin to aim there, Criston counts his blessings.
He didn't ask first. After Rhaenyra, the very thought of initiating touch with you made him panic. Nobles can take all they want. Men like himself had to obey to keep their place. Blood runs the world.
But you're not like any other noble he knows. You're a knight, and though the path to knighthood was easier for you, you keep your duty and your honor at your heart. You'd asked him first if you could touch him, later if you could kiss him, and much later if you could make love to him... and you didn't expect an immediate yes. You gave him a decision.
It's a decision Criston makes every day, freely.
You treat him so well, with such care, not like he's a tough knight, but like he's a person in need of softness... and that he is.
More crudely, you fuck him so well. Not rough, not unless he asks, but gentle. You take him until he has no more wishes.
Criston's lips part with heavy pants, his legs tighten around your hips, his hands find your strong shoulder blades to hold.
Your skin is sticky, stuck together. You've pieced him back together, and now you're adding yourself in the puzzle that is Criston Cole, right around his heart.
"I love you." Criston says deliriously. Later, he won't repeat it, but you will.
You return the words sincerely, pressing a wet kiss to his cheek. They make him clench around you to feel more. They make every thrust produce more friction, more contact, more purpose.
The slide of your cock is delicious. It makes him lose his mind—it lets him lose it. He's not a veteran knight anymore, not even a fighter, he's just your lover.
He finishes with a cry, coming out of him involuntarily but with righteous instinct.
"I've got you." You whisper, helping him through his high, scattering more kisses across his face.
His breathing comes back to him eventually: slow, relaxed, content.
You tuck him into bed and start your day.
But when you've gone to sleep, he's with Alicent. Where you've a knight's scarred skin, she's got a pampered softness. She treats him just like you do: with care.
He's not a knight, these days. He's thoroughly green, a Hightower.
And it makes him feel greedy, guilty, that he has both of you. It makes him feel like he's doing something wrong. Someday he'll have to do something about it, because as the days go by, the two of you make him softer. It's not good. It's what led to Rhaenyra.
It's hard, though. So hard. Day by day he grows more complacent, day by day he surrenders to your care.
HOTD: Criston Cole x Alicent Hightower x Targ!reader
Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI)
WC: 1.8k
Prompt: punishment
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Tags/Warnings: Modern AU, mommy/daddy kink, spanking, oral (m and f receiving), edging/orgasm denial, overstimulation, spanking
Summary: You loved to play with fire until you eventually got burned
You enjoyed being reckless, and playing with fire was in your blood. You chased the burn. Craved it. You would allow your whole being to be devoured by the flames if given the choice. The years had been a whirlwind, your mother dying shortly after your birth, and your father remarrying a few years later, producing four half-siblings. Your eldest sister detested your stepmother, yet you found yourself drawn to her.
An innocent bond that soon developed into a twisted, dark attraction once she divorced your father. You’d never forget the evening, your lacy thong discarded on the floor, as you rutted against her warm, bare thigh. Her mouth was a welcome flame against yours that you fluttered willingly toward. Then Criston Cole walked through the door, and it all changed. You became an eager prisoner of your own demise, pulled down into the roaring flames.
Criston once provided security services for your family during a period of high tension. Nothing slipped through the cracks when he was in charge, and you didn’t blame Alicent for starting a fling with him once she was divorced from your father. You were envious, a bit jealous, wanting them and wanting to be them. You felt thrilled when Criston caught you with Alicent.
“Hello, darling,” Alicent purred, her hands keeping you in place. Your face felt engulfed in flames when you realized your naked backside was on full display and in Criston’s line of sight. Alicent’s stiff, dusky nipples strained against the thin cotton material of your top. Her burgundy lipstick was lewdly smeared around her mouth from the earlier makeout session.
“What have we here?” Criston chuckled.
You yelped when his hand descended upon your vulnerable backside. The heat and quick twist of pain made your clit throb.
“Our girl came to play,” Alicent purred, twirling a strand of your platinum hair around her finger.
“Our girl? You’re sharing her with me now?” Criston hummed as he poured himself a glass of scotch.
“Why not? She needs a mummy and a daddy, don’t you, sweetling?”
You sputtered, trying to find the words, but nothing was coming out. She wasn’t wrong. You had mommy and daddy issues. A therapist would have a field day with you. Maybe seeing one wasn’t such a bad idea. It did wonders for Rhaenyra. Criston walked over to Alicent after swallowing the amber liquid, bending down to kiss her. They were different after leaving the Targaryen foothold. Less inhibited, darker, free to do as they like. Targaryens never played by the rules, so why should they? You loved it.
“Is that what she needs? Tell us, darling, you can’t get what you want unless you ask for it,” Criston encouraged, his voice smooth as velvet.
You swallowed, throat burning and twitching. “Yes, I want you both, please.” You hated how needy you sounded.
And that’s when it all began.
Aeron Bracken had been cute enough, easy to draw in, and convince him to take a couple of racy pictures with you in the private VIP area of the club. Being a Targaryen had its perks. He hardly complained as you plyed him with complimentary champagne and whatever else he wanted. You were only using him to make Criston and Alicent jealous. It served them right, since they were ignoring you while focusing on their business endeavours. Merging Hightower Inc. with Tyrell Industries seemed boring as all else to you. You preferred being a spoiled lap dog with an inheritance at your fingertips and you freely admitted it.
You moved out of Aeron’s lap, settling against the red chaise and stretching out your legs. You checked a few times, smirking to yourself as you discovered the messages had indeed been marked as read in the group chat. Now you just had to settle back and wait for the kindling to ignite. Forty five minutes later, Criston came strolling in, wearing black slacks and a black button-up. The first four buttons were undone, giving you the perfect view of dark curly tufts of chest hair. There was a stern look on his face, his dark eyes narrowed as he made a beeline straight for you.
You didn’t even have time to speak as you found yourself flipped over his shoulder and carried out of the club.
“Bye!” Aeron called out, a little beyond tipsy at this point, and waved.
“Make sure you put him in a cab!” you yelled out to Davos, who gave you the thumbs up. He was probably going to hook up with Aeron tonight.
The short red dress you wore crept up your thighs, and the feeling of Criston’s warm fingers curled against your exposed skin made you wet. He placed you down onto your feet, once outside the club, but kept a firm hold on your wrist as he guided you to a nearby parking garage. Your heart leaped in your throat when he pressed your back against the side of the car.
“Backseat, hike the dress up, hands and knees,” he growled, his mouth mere inches from yours.
He opened the door and you scrambled across the leather seats, hiking the dress up around your waist and exposing the black satin thong you wore as you positioned on your hands and knees. Criston moved next to you, the car door snapping shut. His large hands squeezed your exposed ass before he pulled your lower half over his knee. A loud slap filled the air before you felt the sting.
You writhed against Criston’s thigh as he spanked you just enough to set you on edge. Fifteen blows in all. Enough to leave your ass hot and stinging for a bit.
“You were never very good at using your words,” Criston chided as his knuckles skimmed down your abused flesh.
“Never,” you agreed, heat pooling in your belly.
“We’ve been neglecting you.”
“You have, daddy,” you purred. You felt his cock stir beneath your stomach when that word rolled off your tongue.
“Mm, well, that all changes tonight, sweetling.”
A finger hooked through the skimpy band of your thong, tugging it down your legs before stroking your wet pussy. You whined happily, excitement dripping down your thighs and over his fingers. Once you were worked up, he pulled the slender pink vibe, about the size of a lipstick tube, out of his pocket and nestled it inside you. He used the remote in his other pocket to set it on a low speed.
“No coming until we get home,” he told you seriously, letting you rest on your belly in the backseat while he slipped into the driver’s seat.
You whined, manicured nails scratching the soft leather as Crison alternated the vibration speed during the car ride. The highest one made your body shake, sweat beading across your forehead as wanton moans spilled from your mouth. It was agonizing to hold off your release, and you were damn near sobbing by the time Criston reached Blackcrown Estates, where he shared the penthouse with Alicent. You stumbled in your heels as Criston guided you inside, your dress smoothed neatly down. You kept your thighs squeezed together as best you could to keep the vibe nestled inside you.
You hadn’t even come yet and already felt wrecked. The cool air of the penthouse offered some relief as Criston steered you toward the living area. Alicent reclined on the buttery soft emerald green couch, wrapped in her short, silk, black robe. Her red curls cascaded down her shoulders and back. Her feet were bare, and she held a glass of sparkling water in one hand with a lime slice tucked neatly against the rim. The bubbles fizzed in the condensed glass, thick droplets slippering clinging to the smooth glass.
“Your favorite, darling, cranberry lime,” she smiled, handing you the glass.
You took it gratefully, swallowing down a large sip before Criston hit you with the full blast again. Your knees buckled, sending you to the floor as you clutched the glass tightly in your hands.
“Please,” you whimpered.
“Oh, poor dear,” Alicent cooed, standing and taking the glass from your hands. She moved behind you, fingers tangling in your hair as the vibrations racked through your body. “Thought you could escape consequences, did you?”
“N…no,” you pushed out, “I wanted them.”
“Of course you did, sweetling,” Alicent chuckled, a dark edge to her voice. “Don’t worry, darling, Mummy and Daddy will sort you out.”
“T…thank you, mummy,” you whispered.
She left you a writhing mess on the floor as you tried to stave off the impending orgasm, unsure if you’d be able to succeed or not. Criston peeled the robe away from Alicent’s body, his mouth claiming her shoulder, then her right breast, suckling on her dusky nipple. Her hands slipped his belt free, the soft hiss of the zipper filling the air before her hand disappeared into his pants. After stroking him, her hand moved into his pocket and switched off the vibe, offering you a sweet mercy.
“Alright, darling, please us first, then we promise to get you off,” Alicent smirked, her dark eyes shimmering.
Your thighs were slick and wet, arousal dripping down as you crawled over to the couch. Criston’s pants were around his ankles as Alicent sat in his lap, thighs splayed wide and her bare cunt nestled neatly on top of his hard cock. You wrapped your mouth around the tip of his cock, suckling as the pearly beads gathered on your tongue. You turned your attentions to Alicent next, sliding your tongue between her folds. She wiggled in Criston’s lap, his fingers curled into her thighs. You alternated between them, worshipping their flesh until Criston spilled into your mouth.
His musky taste lingered on your tongue as you circled Alicent’s clit, enjoying her throaty moans until she reached orgasm. Her head lolled back onto Criston’s shoulder as she came. Your cheek pressed against Criston’s knee as you took deep breaths during your recovery.
“That’s our good girl,” Criston praised, making a smile spread across your face.
The rest of your and Criston’s clothing were shed before he carried you into the bedroom, laying you on top of the plush cream comforter. His and Alicent’s mouths attacked your body, stimulating your every nerve ending. Criston’s mouth on your stomach, Alicent’s teeth sinking into your hip, each one wrapped around your nipples until finally they spread your thighs wide. They took turns lapping at your folds and stimulating your clit until two of Criston’s fingers stretched you wide while Alicent’s mouth attached to your swollen clit. It didn’t take long, as all the pent up build up from earlier made the damn burst.
You soaked his fingers and her mouth, crying out in sweet relief as the orgasm made your body shake. Your vision went blurry as exhaustion set in your bones. You were cocooned between them, after Alicent tenderly cleaned you, and Criston moved your naked body under the covers. They stroked your hair, covering you in sweet kisses.
“Our sweet girl,” Alicent cooed.
“Our special girl,” Criston whispered.
You clung to them, realizing that you would never give up dancing with the fire.
