I was rereading the DILS anthology (I can't help it, I LOVE it SO MUCH). And then I started thinking about how Baelor, at the beginning of his relationship with Dil!B, only cum on her thighs (that man's enviable self-control) so as not to get her pregnant, and how after she was already pregnant that no longer made sense and he started always cum inside her. So here's the impertinent question of the day, because I've been wondering... what was Dil!B's reaction when Baelor actually ejaculated inside her for the first time and she could finally feel full and then feel it running down her thighs? 🤭
Hiiii! I am so sorry for taking ages to answer this, but thank you so much for your lovely compliment!!! I am so so happy that you are enjoying the DIL anthology! I absolutely love writing this chaotic series and I am just so happy that so many people are enjoying it!!!
Here is the link to the series for anyone who has not read it and wants to: DIL Masterlist
Firstly, love the impertinent question. Let's always ask them hahahah! (18+/MDNI - smut under the cut... obvi lol)
I def see her being a bit shocked about it, it's an alien feeling, but she also kinda loves it. The first time he does it, they are in his study again a few days after it has been announced that she is pregnant. It's late in the evening, and while he told himself he would be working, while he had plans to be working, ofc his girl has come in to distract him.
"I cannot sleep without you, Father," you pout, standing just inside his door in your pretty frilly nightgown. Your hair is a little mussed, as if you truly did try to lay down and sleep before giving up on the notion, and your hands keep fiddling with the fabric of your nightgown, busying themselves as you keep glancing up at him from under fluttering lashes.
He smiles softly, because he cannot help but always be endeared by you. You always just look so soft, so pliable, so ready for affection, and he finds it extremely difficult to not instantly succumb, to not want to give you all that you crave. So he beckons you over because he knows this is a losing battle, and allows you to clamber into his lap.
You take a while to settle in, shifting around to try and find the most comfortable position while he just sighs and raises an eyebrow and waits so that he can eventually get back to his work. You finally decide to just straddle him, knees tucked up on either side of him, your hands curled up on your chest between you, and your body bent forward so you can tuck your face into his neck, breathing in his smell of warm skin.
He rubs a large hand down your back, smiles a little when you shiver, and then attempts to get back to work. But then you begin mouthing at his neck, small kisses at first, just little movements of your lips, and then firmer ones, proper kisses, and then your teeth and tongue get involved and he doesn't realise how hard he had been clenching his jaw. He doesn't realise that he hasn't written a single word for a long while, doesn't realise how he is actually panting and everything inside him has gone hot.
So he drops his quill, pulls back from you, only to cup your jaw with one hand, grip the back of your head with the other, and kiss you firmly on the mouth, wet tongue on your lips, in your mouth, devouring you. Then you're being picked up and placed onto the desk in front of him, your dress being quickly gathered up into his palm as he pulls it up, and the neckline of it being yanked down to expose your chest.
His mouth goes down your neck as you lean back onto your palms, trembling, gasping, warm and wet and throbbing everywhere. He carefully takes your nipple into his mouth, it is hot, his tongue drags along it, and you see stars. You are practically boneless now, slowly leaning back until you are flat on the desk. He follows you, his mouth follows you, still sucking, still teething along the sensitive bud.
You can feel the quill under your back but you don't care, it's not painful or annoying enough to demand attention. His fingertips are touching the wetness smeared along your cunt, pressing you open, rubbing it around even more. And you are just floating between sensations. He's inside you, you don't remember him undoing his breeches but he is there, laying on top of you, rutting into you, and you feel like you are a hearth in human form.
He kisses you, kisses your neck, bites there. You claw at his back, kiss him in return, rub your cheek against his beard like a cat. You tremble, your thighs weak from pleasure and shaking. He holds them, fucks you hard but not frenzied. You feel his cock inside you, moving, each rub along all the nerve endings setting you on fire.
And then you are there, cumming, pulsing around him, moaning loudly, feeling damp and spent and overused and blissful. He ruts into you a few times more, and then a sensation you never felt before. Something that makes your eyes clench shut again, makes you pant like you're in pain, makes your thighs properly tremble, uncontrollably. You clench around him at the feeling which only makes him let out a dragged out "haaah" sound.
You feel full, like he's left something behind, and you just lay there so you can keep feeling it. When he pulls out and falls back into his chair, you turn your head so you can look at him just a little without having to raise your head. He's shiny with sweat, spent but happy, and he's watching you. You wanted to clench your legs closed, to keep a pressure there in the place that feels too sensitive and exposed now, but his body is in the way, his hands caressing your thighs and keeping them open.
He swallows harshly as he stares at the place between your thighs, the place where it feels like something is spilling out of you. You tried your best to keep it in, but it would not obey, spilling in slow dribbles from your core and down to your ass and onto the desk below. You feel hot with embarrassment, then hot with arousal because Baelor is looking at you with dark eyes, eyes that speak of accomplishment and manly pride. You want to kiss him because of those eyes.
