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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.
A/N: I likely won’t write a lot more Harwin fics unless I get more requests. But if you want to be added to the Criston Cole taglist let me know!
Gwayne had enough of you and declared he would not be accompanying you on your travels to the town ever again. How glad you were to know Harwin would in his stead.
bodyguard!Gwayne Hightower x Lannister!Reader x Harwin Strong | 2k+ | cw: fem!reader, enemies to lovers, forced proximity ig, im just a girl!reader, angst?, jealousy, typos, etc.
A/N: this is a p2 to seeing red but you dont have to read it to understand whats happening. I have made a next part!
"GWAYNE!" I stick my head out of the carriage window. I scoff as I watch the armored man walk off, "you can not be serious!"
"Serious?!" he snaps, turning back to me with a raised brow and a tense jaw. He rubs his lips as he storms back towards me. His glare is so grave that I actually lean back into my seat and clench my skirt.
Gwayne stomps his foot on one of the steps up the carriage. A line forms between his brows, "you have WORN me!"
I grow tense as flails his hand around.
"I have done nothing but exact your cumbersome and frivolous commands with patience!" He snaps, "and now that I've met my limit yet you have the gall to ask me if I am being serious!?!"
Gwayne's eyes are wide and clearer than the skies. His pointed stare is piercing and I cannot deflect it as he speaks to me of my unreasonableness. Admittedly, my requests were some meant to annoy him, but I did not expect him to act so acridly. I mean, surely he was accustomed to it by now. Was I truly becoming too much to bear for him?
His face is flushed with rage. I stare at him, unable to speak, for in truth I did not know how to meet his apparently genuine frustration.
"Oh," he scoffs, chuckles bubbling out his throat, "she does not speak, for there is nothing else true to say." He grips the carriage door, "what? Have you realized you do work me worse than your own employed servants? That you ask of me more than what I am required of?"
"But it is my right!" I pipe up, though my voice is still small, "you must accompany me wherever I so wander."
Gwayne's jaw feathers, "I am tasked to protect you from peril and to prevent you from doing the unwise," he steps back, "not to carry your clothes and hang them in your wardrobes!"
I stare at him, dread building in my stomach.
"What?!" he quips, "do you truly not see the brunt of my frustrations?"
"... I do not think it unreasonable to-" I gaps when he closes the door with unnecessary force before storming away.
In truth, the gesture was harsher than it needed to be and bothers me more than it should. There is a tightness to my chest as I slowly open the door and watch the man so readily forsake me. Against myself, my eyes begin to prick with tears.
"Gw-" I shut my mouth at the sound of my voice breaking. I chew my lower lip and take deep breaths to calm myself.
I did not mean to make him cross— not like that. I feel my throat tighten as I replay what just happened. Guilt eats at me more each second and soon salt cascades down my cheeks. I sit there until the coachman knocks and asks if we should away. I dismiss him and tell him I will stay here for a little while.
I don't. It feels like an hour passed of me trying not to cry, crying, and calming myself. I start when someone knocks on my carriage door.
"My Lady Lannister?" a deep voice speaks, making me wipe my face in a panic.
I try to stifle my sniffle and use my skirt to dry my tears.
"Tis Ser Harwin Strong. You cannot leave your carriage here."
I clear my throat, but my voice still betrays me with a crack, "ap-ologies. I will have it m-" but my coachman is not here. I sigh and stare at my lap. My lips wobble as helplessness creeps up on me.
A prolonged moment of silence ensues before the man outside speaks again, "my lady... are you well?"
I huff and concede to simply opening the door.
I wipe my philtrum on my sleeve and feel twice as dreadful as I see the dark haired and bearded man outside my carriage. He is a beauty. His blue eyes narrow in concern, "my lady."
I shake my head and gather my skirts.
He instinctively reaches out a hand to me and assists me as I exit my ride. Once I am stood before him, I realize just how tall and broad he is. His brows tighten as he releases my hand. I offer him a smile, "I beg your pardon for the inconvenience. I do not have anyone to move the carriage."
Ser Harwin shakes his head, "one of the stable boys can move it." He turns over his shoulder and hollers for someone to do just that. A boy approaches us, nodding politely before climbing up the driver's seat to do what was instructed of him.
My stomach rolls when the towering man looks back at me. His demeanor is starkly juxtaposed to his stature. He ghosts a hand on my shoulder and raises an arm. He leads me off to the side and speaks softly, "is there anything I can assist you with, my lady?"
I shake my head, "I am well."
He nods and clutches his hands once we find ourselves standing just by the entrance of the Keep, "forgive me, but as a guard of the City Watch, it is my duty to uphold justice. I cannot stand idle in the face of trickery."
My brows quirk at his words. I tilt my head, "do you call me a liar, ser?"
"Yes," he answers simply.
My lips part as his brazen admission.
"True, it is not uncommon for one to weep with joy, but I recognize the distress laid upon your brow," he shakes his head, "would it not be simpler for you to say you require nothing of me than to pretend you are well?"
His words make me choke. I feel my eyes begin to fog with tears.
Ser Harwin's face falls. He raises his hands, "forgive me. I only meant-"
"No," I mumble, "you are right. I injure myself! I speak before I think and create inconveniences for entertainment." I scratch my tears away before they can fall. I look up to the man, feeling dread bite at me. I resist my instinct to slip further into my emotions and try to speak as evenly as possible, "the truth is... I had a... disagreement with my ward... we always get into disagreements, but... this time it was visceral."
The man shifts on his leg, "might I ask what the disagreement was over?"
"He says I work him like a dog, that I ask much more than what he ought to do," I sniffle, "and... perhaps it is true," I evade his gaze by turning to the sky. My lips quiver, "but I did not realize my presence was so heavily insufferable." I look back at him, "I am easy on the eyes, am I not?"
The man chuckles softly, "your features are quite comely indeed, Lady Lannister."
I nod once, "that is the only correct response, ser."
A rich chuckle fills the space between us. He hums and raises a hand, "have you expressed your orders were mere reasons to keep his company?"
My expression drops at his words. I laugh but it goes dry when I realize he spoke no jest. "Ser, my ward is Gwayne Hightower. He loathes me just as I loathe him."
"And do you normally weep for your enemies?" he tilts his head.
"I weep because he regards me so cruelly!" I snap in defense, "it is most twisted for one as he to raise his voice and show aggression to one such as I!"
Ser Harwin sighs.
I wipe my philtrum, feeling my body tremble with a mix of emotions.
"What was this errand you needed to be chaperoned to?"
I gulp as I bring my hands to my hips. I debate the sincerity of his words and decide he does not have the face of a man who would use my words against me. I huff, "the tailor's. I was to have a new dress made for me for-"
His brows quirk at my abrupt halt.
I feel blood rush up my neck, but I decide to ignore it and speak with as much scorn as I could muster, "Gwayne's nameday celebration."
I observe him carefully, ready to pounce and pound him if he so wishes to berate me for the honest admission. In truth, I am taken aback by the curtness of his reply. He nods and offers me an arm, "if it pleases you, I can accompany you to the tailor myself. I have finished my patrol and have nothing better to do."
My eyes dart from the curls framing his face to his meaty arm. My lips part as I find the words to say, "would you... rather not rest for the day?"
"My honor would not allow me after beholding a lady in her distress."
I stare at his arm for a few seconds and cautiously take it.
A good while passed until Gwayne returned to the stables to find his irritating lady. When he sees the Lannister carriage parked, he sighs and marches over, preparing himself to meet the rage of the woman that was still sitting inside in protest.
"Will you sleep-" he starts but stops when he opens the door to nothing. He raises a brow and closes the door. His attention falls on the passing servant, "you. Where is the lady of this carriage?"
The man looks at him then the carriage.
"Lady Lannister," Gwayne clarrifies.
He perks in recognition, "the lady Lannister and ser Strong headed to the tailor on horseback."
"On horseback," the knight scoffs in disbelief, "Lady Lannister?" his voice fades into a laugh. And he so enjoys himself laughing for a moment before sighing, "why, I applaud the good ser for his powers of persuasion."
Upon realizing that he no longer needed to be here, Gwayne grins and nods at him, "thank you my good man. Your news has made my day."
With that he walks off and heads to his quarters.
The next day, Gwayne has a spring to his step as he heads down the hall.
I am in the middle of having my hair fixed when I hear a knock on my door. I look at the reflection from the mirror before me, "come in."
I behold Gwayne and his grin as he struts towards my bed. He leaps into it, landing on his chest. He instructs one of my servants to get him a cup of wine. Each of these things would normally be cause to chew him up; all of these combined would make me unleash upon him the wrath due to his impertinence, and yet, I find myself uncaring of his blatant misbehavior. I merely instruct my servant to fetch the sapphire necklace that match my velvet dress and sit tight by my vanity.
Gwayne takes the wine that is served to him and sips before speaking out, "I hear Lord Harwin Strong was he who accompanied you to town yesterday."
I ignore him in lieu of twirling the baby hairs by my ears.
"And on horseback, no less," he takes another sip, "how ever did he get you to ride a horse by yourself?"
"I didn't," I turn to my servant who returns with my jewels, "we rode on the same horse."
Gwayne stills. He scrunches his face at the cup in his hand then looks at me, "what?"
I smile at myself on the mirror as the necklaces is clasped around my neck. I adjust the blue stone that sparkled between my collarbones and admire the look of it.
He sits up from the bed, careful not to spill his drink, "you rode the same horse?"
"Of course we rode the same horse," I roll my eyes, "he is not a fool who expects me to enjoy such sport."
The red haired man raises his brows. He waits for me to expound further, but finds I am distracted by my reflection. He scoffs, sipping again more before saying, "I pity the steed."
I grin at myself, pleased with my image.
"I pity the steed," he repeats, "that had to carry a knight, a brat, and her hundred dresses."
My eyes dart to him. He is already looking at me from the mirror. "He did not ride with me on the way back. He is not cruel like you."
"So he walked?" his forehead curls, "and on the way back, no less." He scoffs once more before drinking again, "well, the tailor is not that far."
I inspect my attire one last time before standing and heading to the bed. Gwayne lifts his eyes; the corner of his lips soon follow. He shifts on his spot and drinks deeply.
"You are dismissed, Hightower."
He licks his lips as his brows furrow, "what?"
I tilt my head and clasp my hands together, "you do so love making sport of me repeating myself."
Gwayne pulls his head back before standing. He lifts his nearly empty cup, "are you saying you— you have no plans for the day?" He purses his lips, "no errands you wish to force upon my being."
I clench my teeth but manage to pull a smile. Gwayne finds such endearment in the forced grins, not that he would ever admit so. I nod in agreement.
"So," he holds his cup with both hands, "I am free to do what I will for the day."
"Even more so to do it as far away from me as possible," I raise my hands before walking towards him to push him out of my room.
The man chuckles as he finishes what is left of his wine. He manages to hand the empty cup to one of the servants just before we both step out of the room. He licks his lips and tilts his head at me.
The smile that spreads on his face makes my stomach roll and I combat it with a glare, "do not wait on me. I will be promenading with a friend."
"Promenade?" he chuckles. The lines on his cheek remain as he raises his brow. He looks me once over, eyes lingering on the sapphire on my décolletage, "and pray tell, who in the Keep has merited the friendship of someone so high-nosed as you?"
"Ser Harwin Strong."
His grin falters.
I do not care to wonder why as I walk off and meet the man I named in the gardens as we had arranged.
Gwayne watches. He is left alone in the corridor. He chuckles to himself and heads off to the library to unwind. The closer he inched to his destination however, the more sour the taste in his mouth became. Before he even comes near the library, he finds himself marching off to look for gods knows what he'll find.
And it seems the gods do want him to find the source of his sourness. As he marched down one stairwell, he heard an unmistakable sound of laughter that made his ears perk. He heads to the hall and looks out the window.
There, he sees a man stood in front of a woman sat upon a bench, both of them giggling and both of them in blue. His eye twitches as the dark haired fool carelessly picks a flower from a bush and offers it to her.
Gwayne finds no relief when she does not take it, for instead it seems she instructed him to place the flower on the side of her hair.
"Ha," he scoffs, pulling away from the window, "promenade, says she? Ha!" Gwayne shakes his head as his feet take him back towards the library, "neither of them are walking. HA!"
Gwayne cannot help the way his hands clench and unclench as he storms off. He scoffs once again, "fucking Strong," the ire in his chest is molten, prickly, and painful as he adds, "fucking Lannister."
Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader, minor Harwin Strong x Velaryon!Reader, Rhaenyra Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader
Again another AU with the reader of The Sea Dragon, The Clubfoot and The Green Queen (you don't need to read it to understand this one shot because this story starts LONG BEFORE the canon of that universe).
Summary: When King Viserys announces that he plans to marry you, you make a decision to avoid becoming the king's wife.
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TW: This is NSFW (if you don't like it you can read only the Rhaenyra and Harwin parts)
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You felt your heart hammering as you waited for the king to make his announcement. Your stomach wouldn't stop spinning and you have no idea how you still hadn't vomited up what you had for breakfast.
With every passing second you have to keep yourself from running out of the council chambers. You couldn't stop looking at your father, a part of you wanted to take his hand and ask him to get you out of here but you didn't trust him anymore. You were in this situation because of him. You always knew that your father is a proud and ambitious man but you never thought that his ambition would be greater than his love for you. If your father really loved you he wouldn't have sent you to the king's chambers. He wouldn't have made you start wearing dresses that showed more skin for your visits with him. Gods, you wanted to hit your father so badly, you wanted to wipe the smile off his face because both he and you knew what Viserys was going to announce. Everyone knew it, you noticed that Otto Hightower was trying to hide his annoyance from everyone, the only one who seemed unaware of the tension in the room was Rhaenyra.
“I have decided to take a new wife,” the king began and you noticed how he and Rhaenyra exchanged a look. You were surprised to see your cousin nod as if she was permitting him to move on. Did Rhaenyra know? Did she approve of this? “I intend to get married,” he continued, this time looking at you and your father. You forced a smile as you dug your nails into your palms, feeling helpless for being in this situation “with Lady Y/N Velaryon before spring.”
Your eyes met Rhaenyra's purple ones. There was none of the love or fun you usually saw. Now she was looking at you with a mixture of pain and fury. The pain in your stomach got worse. Nyra had never looked at you like that. This shouldn't be happening.
It was obvious that she didn't know that her father was planning to marry you. You wanted to scream, you wanted to hug her and tell her that this wasn't what you wanted, that you weren't trying to steal her mother's place, that you would never do anything to hurt her.
"Rhaenyra" the king called her but the princess left the chambers anyway. You couldn't take this anymore so you went after her, ignoring your father's calls.
You followed the princess. You could feel the fabric of your dress sticking together due to perspiration, you didn't know if it was because of your nerves or because you were practically almost running after Rhaenyra. It was uncomfortable but right now you didn't care. You needed to clear things up with her. You couldn't stand that she hated you.
"Nyra" you called when she finally stopped. You two were in the gardens, in front of the heart tree. Where more than once you had Rhaenyra lay with her head in your lap while you sang her any song she wanted. Where you two used to stay out in the sun complaining about the septa's lessons while you combed her hair. This tree has so many good memories and now you fear there will be no more.
"How could you?!" she yelled at you furiously. She couldn't believe how you had been by her side, comforting her, accompanying her in her grief, remembering the stories the both shared with her mother so that later you went behind her back to conquer her father. When her father told her that he needed to take another wife she thought it would be Laena Velaryon. Not from you. Never from you. You were supposed to be hers.
"Please, Nyra, don't hate me" you begged and grabbed her hands desperately, pulling her closer to you "I swear I didn't want this but my father" you shook your head and forced yourself to continue talking trying to ignore the knot in your throat "I'll find a way to fix this, I promise" you kissed her hands.
The princess studied you for a few minutes. She needed to check that you weren't faking this just to avoid her anger. Your eyes seemed to be glazed over from the tears you were holding back and your hands clung to her desperately.
“I believe you,” she finally said and you sighed in relief.
"Thank you", you said with a shaking voice
This time it was Rhaenyra who kissed your hands and rested her forehead against yours. You closed your eyes feeling at peace for a moment knowing that she didn't hate you.
"I won't marry your father, Nyra. I promise."
If it weren't for the fact that she was now the heir to the throne, Rhaenyra would have told you that you would run away with her, that the two of you would go together on your dragons and travel the world together, and that you didn't need a husband, that if you wanted her, she would take you as a wife. But now she had obligations, she couldn't abandon everything for you even if her heart screamed for her to do so.
After clearing things up with Rhaenyra you went to your chambers. Of course, your father was waiting for you, he scolded you for your abrupt departure but he left you alone once you told him that you had managed to calm the princess's annoyance. Being alone you decided to put your plan into action, first you took a bath with the purpose of relaxing and getting rid of any trace of nerves you had before, then you put on one of your simplest dresses and placed a hooded cape on top to hide your hair. You were leaving the castle and you didn't need anyone to follow you.
You successfully slipped away and headed out into the streets in search of Harwin. You knew that today he had to stand guard on the streets of Flea Bottom. A girl in your position shouldn't be here but you didn't care. You needed to talk to him as soon as possible.
“Harwin” you called him when you finally found him.
“Lady Velaryon, you should not be here,” said the guard, gently hugging you by the shoulders and taking you to a corner further away from the people.
It felt bad to hear him call you in such a formal way when for weeks he had been calling you by your name or “sunshine”, the nickname he had given you. You remember like it was yesterday when you kissed him for the first time after he explained to you that the reason he called you that was because you brightened his days every time he saw you.
This sudden formality was like a slap in the face and he confirmed what you already feared.
“You know,” you declared sadly.
“My father told me,” he admitted, releasing you. You weren't surprised since Lyonel is on the council and had been present at this morning's meeting. You suspected that Harwin's father thought it would be best for him to find out from him rather than from someone else since you were sure that Lord Strong and your parents knew about the meetings between you and Harwin. You thought it was no secret that he was courting you, but apparently, not everyone knew because otherwise, Viserys would not have chosen you as his wife. Or maybe he knew but didn't care.
“This doesn't have to change what's between us,” you said as you stood on tiptoe to have his face closer to yours. “I don't want to marry the king. I want you” you whispered against his lips but without touching them. Harwin had to control himself from closing the small distance between you and kissing you. “Make me your wife,” you asked before capturing his lips with yours.
You froze when Harwin walked away from you.
“I can't,” he whispered and closed his eyes to avoid seeing the disappointment on your face.
“I thought you loved me” In your voice there was more anger than sadness but your body language was different, you found yourself hugging yourself trying to comfort yourself. You were disappointed.
“I do,” he stated firmly, opening his eyes so you could see that he spoke sincerely. “I love you. If it were any other man he would fight for you but…”
His silence told you everything. He loved you but it's not enough to face the king.
“You're a coward,” you spat and left the way you came.
You didn't really think Harwin was a coward but you were hurt by his rejection. You felt stupid to believe that whatever Harwin felt for you would be bigger than any coherent thought but you can't blame him after all any intelligent person would be afraid to go against the king's wishes and steal his fiancée…
But all was not lost, you knew someone well who was not afraid of Viserys and could help you. It was a desperate move and your parents would think you were an idiot for this but you refuse to be the king's wife. You had seen how as the years went by and with each pregnancy, Queen Aemma deteriorated. You didn't want the same thing.
You wrote to Daemon. You told him that the king wanted to marry you but that you were seeking to avoid this marriage and that you needed his help. You waited anxiously for his response while you had to feign excitement every time someone talked about your wedding preparations. Luckily it didn't take that long for a crow to arrive with the rogue prince's answer. There were no reassuring words in his letter, the only thing the scroll said was "Come to Dragonstone."
And that's what you did. Nobody suspected when the next day you went on the back of your dragon since everyone knew that there was not a day in which you did not disappear for a couple of hours to go flying with Nightwing.
"My prince, Lady Y/N Velaryon!" The guard announced your arrival before letting you enter the chambers where the prince was staying.
Daemon, who had seen you approach with Nightwing from the window, had his back turned but turned to look at you. He hasn't seen you in months. Your hair was longer and you seemed to have changed the way you dressed. The blue dress you were wearing seemed to have more cleavage, it wasn't anything scandalous enough for the court to talk about but it did draw attention.
"It's good to see you, Y/n" Daemon stated making you smile. You were sure that this was the first sincere smile you had given in days.
You waited for the guard to leave. Once you heard the sound of the door closing, you began to walk towards the prince without haste, trying to show as much confidence as possible. Normally you wouldn't be nervous around Daemon but you hadn't seen him in months and he was the only person who could help you. You didn't want to ruin this.
*I'm wondering the same. These months without you were boring "You weren't lying or trying to sugarcoat it to achieve your goal, it was simply the truth. Every time he leaves court you wish for his return.
"You still didn't come after me" Daemon held back his smile when he saw the surprise in your eyes.
He liked seeing that look in your eyes. Every time he brings you something new from his travels, every time he teaches you a new move in the training yard, every time he asks you for his favor in tournaments. How he had missed seeing you. He wouldn't tell you but he had missed you these past few months. So imagine his fury when after so long the first news he receives from you is that his brother plans to marry you. You are too much of a woman for Viserys. His brother wouldn't know what to do with you. You would spend the rest of your life bored. Daemon couldn't allow it.
"I didn't know you wanted that," you said, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"I invited you to go with me on my next trip, didn't I?"
Before Queen Aemma's death, when you helped Daemon put on his armor for the tournament you complained about the lengthening of his travels. The prince's response was to invite you to go with him next time. You were so excited to accompany him on his trips that you didn't wait for the tournament to end to ask your parents for permission. But then Aemma died and you didn't dare leave Rhaenyra.
You laughed. “That wasn't a trip, Daemon. Viserys exiled you.”
"And now he will exile you" he mocked, making you irritated but you quickly forgot about your irritation when Daemon placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him, leaving your bodies pressed together. You should be uncomfortable with this but you're not. "You understand? Right? You know what you were asking for when you asked me for help?" He asked, studying your reaction. He needed to see that you really understood what you were about to do. This was your time to repent. But he didn't find uncertainty in your eyes if not desire, you looked at him with pure desire.
"I know," you responded, trying to ignore the flutter of emotion you felt at the intensity of the prince's gaze. You should be against doing this after all your reputation would be ruined but deep down you always wanted to have even a little bit of Daemon.
In reality, there was always a tension between the two of you. More than once you two ended your fights in the yard more irritated than you were before you started because after so much friction, touching, and sweat you both wanted to do something else that you couldn't. You didn't want to be the other woman and Daemon for once wanted to make things right with you. He hoped that one day Viserys would annul his marriage to Rhea Royce to take you as his wife. That day never came but that didn't matter anymore.
"You will take me as your second wife" While you spoke your eyes couldn't help but stop a couple of times on his lips.
Daemon tilted his head a little and gently brushed aside a strand of hair to whisper in your ear "I'll do it. If you want that" you shivered as you suddenly felt his breath on your neck. It doesn't take long for you to feel his warm lips against your skin. You unconsciously stretched your neck, leaving him free to continue spreading more kisses. With each kiss, you felt your body warmer. You can't help but wonder how his lips will feel just as good on another part of your body. “People will talk about us,” he warned, snapping you out of your fantasy.
You knew what Daemon was referring to, not only would it be a scandal if the king's fiancée married another but also if that other is Daemon Targaryen, the king's brother, and an already married man. People who don't understand his family's customs won't think your marriage is legitimate, and if you were to have children with him people would probably think of them as bastards. Also, the court could compare your marriage to one of Maegor Targaryen's many marriages. The kingdom would talk a lot about you two, even your family's name and respect could be damaged by this. Your father might never want to speak to you again in your life and your mother would be disappointed in you. You had thought about all this at night before receiving the prince's response. And yet you were determined to go ahead with this.
“Are you worried that the court will call you Second Maegor? Because I'm sorry to inform you but they already call you that” you said, managing to make Daemon laugh a little. You smiled when you heard him but your smile was soon replaced by a gasp as you felt his teeth biting into your neck.
“A wife shouldn't make fun of her husband,” he said making you roll your eyes, knowing that he wasn't serious and just wanted to mess with you. “If you marry me, this will not be just a marriage in name.”
You weren't an idiot. It wasn't enough for you to just marry Daemon. Viserys might still want to annul the marriage if he saw that you were a virgin but if it was known that Daemon had already had you then the council would tell the king that he should take another wife.
You walked away from him. “Are you afraid of taking me as your wife? You keep walking around instead of ordering them to start preparing everything for the ceremony. “The prince could see the challenge in your eyes and he loved it.” I'm not a little girl, Daemon. I know what I'm getting into by marrying you."
And those words were enough for Daemon to finally join his lips with yours. There was nothing soft about his kiss, not like Harwin's. This kiss was hungry, you felt like he was devouring your mouth but you weren't far behind either, taking him by the neck, pulling him closer to you. It seemed as if neither of you two could get enough of the other. Finally giving free rein to the desire the both felt for a long time. You felt his hands trying to untie the back of your dress so you walked away from him with heavy breathing.
“Ah, ah, ah,” you hummed, now placing your hands on his chest, hoping to keep a little more distance. “You can't have me until we're married,” you declared, looking at him mischievously.
“You're so fucking annoying” Daemon complained and tried to kiss you again but you pulled your face away with a teasing smile. "Good. But then you won't leave the room until I'm done with you,” he warned you and he gave you a little squeeze on your waist before leaving, determined to prepare everything in the shortest possible time.
Daemon thinks he'll never get tired of this. See how you move on his cock, how focused you look with every jump you take in search of your pleasure, how you open your mouth and let those sinful sounds escape when you finally find your sweet spot, and above all the feeling of your cunt squeezing his cock.
Hearing Daemon's groan overwhelms you. It overwhelms you because, for the first time, you realize that you have power over him. It's too much to hear him say your name like you're a god while you're riding him. See how hungry he is for you, how he can't seem to get enough of you, how he can't go a minute without his mouth on you, without biting or sucking on your neck, without having his hands touching you. By now your body was covered in hickeys, marks, and bruises leaving the trace of your crime on display. You're sure that tomorrow when the maids came to help you dress they would be horrified to see the mark of Daemon's palms on your thighs after he held you for what seemed like hours while he devoured your cunt over and over again.
Your husband noticed that you were starting to get tired but you still didn't want to stop, not when you were already so close to cumming again but you were too proud to ask him for help.
“Let me take care of it,” he said, stopping to suck on one of your nipples.
He knows how stubborn you are so he didn't even give you a chance to refuse when he lifted you off his cock. You groan against his neck as he pushes you down onto his cock again. He begins to move you up and down as if you weighed nothing.
"Faster" you demanded with heavy breathing, feeling dissatisfied with the pace of his movements.
Daemon doesn't hesitate to follow your orders and makes you bounce faster. His grunts and moans do nothing but send heat to your core. You feel your legs tremble at the speed and depth of his thrusts. You want to have your share and leave your marks on your husband too but you can't focus as much time on biting or sucking on his neck when he's fucking you so good. You sob when you finally feel the knot in your stomach release and you cum on his cock.
Suddenly one of his hands leaves your waist and pulls your hair, stealing a gasp from you, making you stop hiding your face in his neck and thus trap your mouth again in a messy kiss.
"You take me so well," Daemon gasped against your lips, feeling your warm cunt not stop squeezing his cock.
The sound of skin slapping only increases the temperature of the room. Like the groans and gasps. Neither Daemon nor you were trying to be quiet, it was more like you were both competing to see who could make the other louder. You should be embarrassed and try to be quieter, that's what a good lady would do but you couldn't care less what people thought, not when you felt so good. And while you felt how Daemon filled your cunt with his seed a petty part of you couldn't help but think that you were hoping that this would reach Viserys' ears, that one of the servants would write to the king to inform him of the spectacle you and Daemon were putting on so that Viserys wouldn't want to have anything more to do with you.
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About: Mismatched political status cannot tame the desire you and Harwin have for one another. He's your sworn personal guard, you're his Princess, and the court loves to make assumptions. While your family would never approve him for a marriage candidate, your fiery heart wants what it wants.
Includes: Forbidden romance with a mix of tension, angst, fluff, and smut. This fic has a little of it all! Featuring themes of religious worship, oral sex (f), vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, and multiple orgasms. While not a dom/sub fic, our dear reader takes the reins in this one-"you" are not passive in it!
Note: Hello lovely reader! It's been nearly a year since the last time I finished and posted a fic-wow! Reader is pretty Rhaenyra-coded, but I wrote this with the idea of reader being Aemma's fanon sister pre-Dance/pre-show events. Again, reader is a Targaryen with classic features like pale skin, silver hair, and Targaryen eyes. Other than that, reader is non-descript. As always, I hope you enjoy it!
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Summer heat hung heavily amidst the Red Keep’s training yard. It was the sort of morning that had sweat glistening on the trainee’s brows during warm ups, and those ended an hour ago. Now, among grunts, shouts, and the occasional ruckus laughter, their tunics clung to their sweaty bodies. Some of the young men discarded their shirts entirely.
It wasn’t the young men your eyes always fell back to. No, your attention, without fail, landed on one of the men in the middle. Taller than the rest–even amongst his fellow City Watch soldiers who trained and watched the boys spar–with a sort of immovable stance that came with many years of his own training. Harwin Strong stood in his sparring garb, dark hair pulled back to keep it off his neck, and his sleeves pushed up to his elbows.
You hadn’t a single clue how he made such a casual thing look borderline sinful.
Even from the distance in which you watched him–a balcony overlooking the training yard–you could tell his eyes were ever watchful. You’d been casually observing this morning’s session since it began. It was a much more pleasant way to spend your morning than partaking in court gossip with fellow ladies. A princess was not excluded from such things, even if said gossip was entirely unimportant.
A small smirk pulled on your lips each time Harwin barked an order at one of the boys, or when he corrected them with a firm hand to their shoulder. He was never like that with you. Not only would it be blasphemy for the son of a lord to treat you, a princess, like that, but he would never be like that with you. Your knight. Your personal guard. Your looming shadow and stalwart protector in King’s Landing. He’d follow you beyond the city if you asked; you had a feeling he’d follow you anywhere.
Each time his rich umber gaze flicked up to you, he dipped his head in respect. And, each time he did, your expression turned feline. When that happened you swore his gaze darkened, his stance stiffening, while a rush of blood that had nothing to do with the boys crept into his face.
Despite what the court whispered, nothing has happened between you two. At least not yet. How you yearn for him though; lingered gazes, brief touches that drip with scandal for a knight and a princess, shared secret smiles.
Such as now, in the middle of laughed curses and clangs of practice steel, his attention is turned up to you. It’s nearly reverent as he takes in your sun-drenched features, tailored daytime silks, and partially bound silver hair.
‘Gods save me’ you swore you could hear him say.
When he looks at you like that you know the world around him fades.
Because you experience the same.
You smile at him, sweet as the dream imps nan’s warn the little ones about, before pushing off the balcony railing to turn and walk back inside; hips and skirts swaying.
Tonight. Tonight you would let him find you. And tonight, Seven above and Seven below, you will break the tension even if you have to swing the blade first.
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The rest of the day came and went. Now, alone in the Godswood beneath the final dying embers of sunset, you allowed your mind to relax and wander: if you hadn’t been born a princess you’d be able to freely explore the world outside of the Red Keep without fear of retaliation from your family.
But, then again… you are a princess. You are the blood of the dragon. You could be, and do, whatever you please. Even if you have to take it by force. Even if it is to be conquered by fire and blood.
At that, you smile.
Soft footfalls sound behind you. You’d know those steps anywhere.
“I shouldn’t be out here alone,” you said without turning to see your knight. “Someone could take advantage of a lone little dragon.”
There was no lightness in his voice when he answered, “you’re not alone. And no one would dare.”
Without getting up from the bench, you turned your head over your shoulder to look up at him with your glittering Targaryen eyes. “Is that a promise, Ser Harwin?”
“It’s a fact." He locked his gaze with yours, a spark of your fire reflecting in the deep brown of his own.
“What if I want someone to dare?” You questioned boldly, that spark growing with his closeness. You stood up and didn’t look away from him. Toe to toe, the difference of your height and width made your belly flip–as it always did.
Harwin almost stumbled back a step with your proximity. If he were a weaker man he would have. Your scent, a unique mix of florals and dragon smoke, seemed to unravel the last threads of his restraint. “Princess…”
“You needn’t worry about titles when it’s just us. How many times must I tell you?” You asked with a tilt of your head–daring, playful, ever the temptress. “You’ve more than earned the right to call me by my name.”
“I shouldn’t.”
“You should,” you purred.
With a heavy sigh he closed his eyes; seemingly grounding himself for the torrent he knew was coming. “You are a Targaryen. A dragon. What am I but the son of a Lord and heir to a half burnt haunted keep in comparison? My oath is to serve and protect. That is all I am. That is all I know how to do.”
“I’m no longer a girl who needs protecting. And I’m not a woman who likes to be protected from the things I want.”
Tense silence filled the Godswood. You wondered if he was holding his breath. It looked like it. Your eyes searched each other for a long moment. You weren’t sure what he saw behind yours, but behind his you finally saw a crumbling wall that had one last line of defense. “If your family knew–”
“--I don't care,” you cut him off.
“You should,” he said, stern.
You hadn’t realized your chest was rising and falling like you’d just ran up the stairs of a tower. “I care about you,” you said, soft and half breathless. Your heart thundered against your ribs. “And I’m tired of pretending I don’t.”
Harwin’s own chest was rising and falling. As if his heart were about to beat right out of his ribcage. “I cannot give you what you deserve.”
You reached out and placed a palm on the center of his chest, doe-eyes looking up at him. “You’re not one to tell me what I do or don’t deserve. Only I am the judge of that. Let’s risk this together. No one has to know.”
Surely this was Targaryen madness.
Harwin’s last defense fell against the might of this little dragon.
Leaning down, he caught your face between his calloused hands and held your alabaster skin like you were the most precious thing. His lips found yours in a searing kiss. There was nothing soft or gentle about your first kiss with Harwin Strong. It was treason, desperation, forbidden, and so, so human. It all tasted like honey.
Your other hand lifted to squeeze his tunic with a satisfied whimper. He was hard where you were soft, and in that moment you wanted nothing more than to experience the squish of your naked breasts against his bare chest.
Every moment you two hadn’t dared give life to burned against each other’s mouth. Every ‘almost’, every lingered touch, every unspoken want, obliterated. Reaching up, you pushed your fingers through the thick curls of his hair, deepening the affection.
It was his turn to let out a satisfied breath. One of his arms lowered and wrapped around your waist, pulling you firmly against him.
Lips, tongues, nipping bites, it was all shared beneath the silent sentinels of the Godswood.
When finally you two broke apart, your breaths danced along each other’s mouths. “That,” you whispered, kissing him slowly again, “was long overdue. Don’t ever make me beg for your mouth again, Ser Harwin.”
Then he proclaimed a new vow. "Never.”
-
Nearly a fortnight had passed since yours and Harwin’s secret kiss in the Godswood. It’s not that you two hadn’t seen each other, or had time together, but there was never any private time. Barely any quiet time. The realm rarely rests for the royal family; these last weeks were no different.
Finally, after what seemed half an eternity, you realized you would have an unoccupied evening. After supper, the night belonged to you.
And, in turn, Harwin.
At least by invitation.
Since Harwin was your personal guard, it meant he was the only person outside of your family to enter your bedchamber without permission. It was for safety reasons, of course, in the event you were gravely ill, or hurt, or unresponsive to knocking, your personal guard was allowed to come in and check on you.
Before leaving, you left a note for him. It read:
Find me in the abandoned tower
Short, sweet, and direct.
The summer heat still lingered after sunset. A cool salty breeze rolled in from Blackwater Bay, however, and made a refreshing change from the day’s sun.
This forgotten tower had a sort of beauty to it: tall narrow windows let plenty of moonlight in, patterns carved into their frames, and a hearth worthy of a roaring fire. The tower had been partially damaged and deemed “unsafe”, but since then no effort had been made to fix it up. You weren’t even sure who last kept it–the servants, septas, kingsguard? Someone else entirely? Whatever the case, it was old and tucked behind stone corridors rarely used. The once lovely wooden door was warped with age and difficult to open.
It was all to your advantage; no one would imagine looking for a Targaryen princess here. Especially after dark.
You sat on one of the window sills and waited. Tonight, beneath a simple robe, you wore nothing. You meant to have all of Harwin tonight. If it meant presenting yourself to him like this, then the Gods would have it. Would he have you? Anticipation built in your belly and you smiled.
It didn’t take Harwin long to arrive. Seeing you free of a cloak prompted him to take his own off as well. “Princess,” he said, closing the distance between you in a few long strides.
With an arch of a brow you said, “you’re late.”
One of his hands came to rest delicately on your jaw, and he brushed the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “I sincerely apologize for making the lady wait,” he replied, voice low and edged with humor. The corners of his eyes crinkled, smirking.
“If you are truly sorry then don’t make me wait again,” you retorted, turning your head just enough to nip the pad of his thumb.
“Never again.”
Bravely, you opened your thighs and hooked one leg around him, pulling him into you. “Tell me Ser Harwin, have you been able to stop thinking about our stolen kiss? Because I haven’t. Your mouth, your hands, is all I think about as I drift off to sleep. As I pray on my knees in the Sept…,” your voice softened to a whisper, leg flexing to close the proximity of your bodies even more.
An unrestrained male sound vibrated in his throat at your admission. The way you were sitting, and the way your leg held him against you, made the hem of your robe slip higher upon your thighs. He didn’t know where to look. His throat bobbed before he answered, “it has lingered in my mind every second of the day.”
You knew he was as wild about you as you were him.
“You are dragonfire. I fear if I were to touch you how I really wish to touch you, that I would burn.” He spoke softly, yet it carried enough weight to fill the room.
The masculine rasp of his voice sent goosebumps tickling your skin. “Then burn,” you whispered against his mouth, simultaneously kissing him and shrugging out of your silken robe. You swallowed his gasp. Again, you curled your fingers into his tunic and pulled him down to you.
He was helpless to stop you–restraint, gone–he might be standing, but he was already on his knees for you. His kiss was pure surrender. “Wrap both legs around me,” he whispered, grazing his mouth along the elegant slope of your neck.
The scratch of his facial hair sent your back arching, breasts no longer pressed against his clean tunic. You heard another groan from him, this time from deeper in his chest, and you knew without looking that he was looking down the front of your body, to your tits on perfect display. Obeying, you wrapped both legs around his solid waist.
Fuck–the hard planes of his body felt so good.
A large hand grazed up your ribs and he paused short of fully palming your tit. Instead he held his hand there, feeling the weight of your soft mound against his touch. “Gods. Where do I even start with you?” Leaning down he kissed your chest, absolutely reveling in how your flesh softened the lower he went. He teased your perked nipple with his lips, savoring the sensation of the pebbled skin, before licking it and drawing it into his mouth. Your blissed sigh was a sacred vow. Both arms wrapped around you, then, and he braced himself to carry you across the room.
Carefully he lowered to a sheet-covered chair. You didn’t care if dust poofed off from the protective sheet. Desire, want, and need coursed through your bloodstream, mixing into a dangerous swirl of lust. He was still fully clothed and that was far too much. You helped pull his tunic free from his belt. Then, with it untucked you aided in pulling it up and over his head. His body was glorious. Tanned skin, a fit abdomen, dark hair peppered over him, and thick arms that ended in those wonderfully calloused hands. Your breathless smile and wild eyes was all the kindling he needed.
“You are a dream,” he said as he slowly drank you in. Your skin bathed in moonlight, silver hair partially mussed, the curves and contours of your body. “Have you ever been with a man before?” He asked as he unbuckled his belt and unlaced the front of his trousers. He made no move to remove them yet, and simply let them hang open low on his pelvis.
“I have,” you answered honestly.
Another low sound rumbled in his chest as his eyes darkened again. “Good. I don’t think I could be that gentle tonight.”
It was your turn to whimper. Those low muscles in your belly clenched, the delicate space between your thighs turning molten. “I don’t want you to be gentle.”
Harwin sunk to his knees before you and looked up at you like you were a Goddess of Old Valyria. Carefully, he spread your thighs. “You mentioned the Sept earlier… you won’t find me there on my own accord, Princess, but this altar?” He spread your legs further apart, cunt fully exposed to his hungry gaze. “I will happily pray.” He looped his arms under your thighs and pulled you down to the edge of the chair. The perfect place for him to simply lean forward and bury his face in you.
“You would worship me?” You asked through a shuddering breath; the sight of your big, strong, ever-protective knight on his knees making lightning crackle through you.
“I already am.” He leaned forward and placed open-mouthed kisses all along your most sensitive flesh. Down, then up, and over again, he kissed until one of your hands pushed through his hair and pulled his mouth firmly against you. Smirking to himself, he licked over your budded clit. Your taste flooded his senses. If he hadn’t already been starving for you, that single taste would have been all it took to send him into a frenzy. “Fuck you’re so wet. Is all this for me?”
Nodding, you answered, tone dripping with desperation, “yes! Don’t you dare stop now.”
And so Harwin didn’t. He licked, and lapped, and sucked with the perfect pressure to send your eyes rolling closed and head tipping back. Each gasp, and moan, and whimper set his devotion in stone. He looked up at you as he devoured you, his eyes adoring as they were fierce–‘I love doing this to you,’ they said, and ‘I’ll do this any time you want,’ they also said.
You were lost to the pleasure of his tongue. Speechless to the awe you saw in his upturned gaze. For a brief moment you wondered what you looked like to him in these moments. But, they were fleeting thoughts for there was little room for anything other than him in your mind. An orgasm began to build in your core; all the bodily signs were there, and Harwin read them perfectly.
He easily slipped a finger inside you. Even that, even the feel of your body wrapped around his single finger, was enough to drive him wild. He moaned deeply, appreciatively, before adding a second. The jolt of your body had his tongue working with renewed fervor on your clit. With a turn of his wrist he curled his fingers inside you, and the wet sounds his finger fucking created sent a scorching blush to bloom beneath your face.
Your hands squeezed into fists in his hair. “Yes, yes, yes,” you whispered breathily behind moans. “I’m gonna–!”
He moaned as he sucked your clit, fingers keeping the same angle and pace, urging you to peak.
Climax trembled through your body. You saw stars through the rush of sensation. Harwin eased deliciously slow. Rising, he kissed across your collarbone, your neck, your jaw, as you came down from that natural high. When you caught your breath and looked at him, you were light headed. “I want all of you.”
Harwin was already stepping out of his pants. His cock was iron-hard with want and balls heavy with need.
Attempting to stand on wobbly legs, you reached for him. “Let me taste you too.”
Immediately he grabbed your wrist and held it away. “Next time. I need to be inside you right now.”
If you were less dazed his reaction might have offended you. But, it turns out orgasms are a great way to subdue a Targaryen princess.
“Turn around and put one of your legs on the arm of the chair,” he said in a voice that reminded you of the way he talks to trainees.
Doing as he said, you kept one knee planted on the seat and one on the arm. He ran a palm down the natural arch of your back and you arched even deeper, holding onto the back of the chair as you presented yourself to him. Knowing you were fully bared to him had a blush in your face and recklessness in your heart. When you were like this, on display for Harwin “Breakbones” with his grip digging into the meat of your hip, you didn’t care what your family would say.
“You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you,” he praised from above and behind. Lining himself with your drenched center, he eased his cock into you. The hot, saturated wrap of your body sent his neck tipping forward in pure, utter surrender.
He’d give you all of himself. No matter what you asked. When you moaned in time with his own, he was absolutely helpless to you.
“Gods above–,” he growled, pushing deeper. The walls of your cunt yielded to his intrusion and the subtle resistance was fucking magical. Dragging his heavy cock out, it glistened with your slick in the moonlight–a sight he’d never forget.
“What? Afraid you’ll break me?” You asked over your shoulder, taunting.
He gripped onto your hips harder accepting the challenge.
Together you moved slow at first, bodies acclimating to each other. Soon, though, you were meeting his thrusts halfway and the sounds of your wet skin slapping together sent your lust roaring.
You pushed back against his cock for your own greedy pleasure. “Feels so good,” you whimpered through moans; wanton desire making you bold.
Harwin was past the point of words, now, low guttural murmurs the only thing he seemed capable of as he pounded in and out of you. Never in his life would he have thought you had this side to you. Although, he did have an inkling that you might be too much for any sane man. If that made him insane, then so be it.
The exquisite build up of your fucking had you falling out of pace with him. Soon it was all you could do to sink forward and keep your ass propped up, letting him ram you with whatever speed and rhythm he fell into. Weeks of wanting, months of yearning, and all those ‘almosts’ fueled this tryst between you two. If you had it your way–you had a feeling Harwin would indeed agree–this would be the first of many. Perhaps even the first of a truly forbidden relationship within the tree of your royal family.
“‘M close, princess,” he rasped, squeezing one of your bouncing tits. “Where can I–?”
“My back,” you answered, panting and breathless. “I’m close too.”
He couldn’t hold it back any longer. The tremble of your thighs, the sounds of your pleasure, the sight of your cunt swallowing him whole over and over, sent him over the edge. Pulling out just in time, he spilled his seed all over your asscheeks and glorious small of back.
You barely had time to register his climax as you mourned the emptiness of your cunny. Before dissatisfaction could settle in your clenching core, however, he plunged two fingers as deep as they could go.
You were so sensitive, so close to peak, that the sensation of those digits made you squeal in surprise. You squirmed, pushing back against his hand for any ounce of added pressure, and gave him your orgasm. Sloppy, wet, wholly satisfying.
When both of your breathing became normal again, you shared a look of mutual adoration. A laugh of bliss followed–something light-hearted after the thorough fuck he gave you.
Carefully, he gathered you in his arms and sat back on the chair with you across his lap. “You are perfect,” he said, kissing your brow.
You tried to memorize his face in these quiet post-climax moments. Tried to memorize the way his firm chest felt beneath your curious touch, how his chest hair gently rasped against your smooth fingertips. “Whoever they choose for me to marry… I won’t do it.” You finally admitted, whisper soft; intimate.
“That won’t stop them from trying. You were born to marry for status. To bring further power and wealth to the Targaryen line, to make an alliance, widen the reach of politics.”
“As if I am merely a pretty, valuable thing to be traded off to the richest coffer.”
The look you shared in the quiet moonlight was sad. And the kiss that followed, sad as well.
Harwin cradled your face, thumb grazing over your cheek. “They cannot steal your secrets, Princess, no matter how deep they run.”
You knew a Strong couldn’t sit next to a Targaryen in marriage. But here, with your sated bodies pressed together, you imagined it could happen. And that, if only for tonight, filled you with promise.
-
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How to fix an aching nose.// Ser Harwin Strong x Targ!Wife!Reader. Smut.
Summary: Harwin cant believe his luck, married to a targaryan princess, being completely in love with her, her being madly in love with him...Not many believe his luck neither. Only his wife can prove him that its all real.
Warnings: p in v, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), a Lannister being punch.
Harwin was more than anxious to have you, his dearest wife, alone for more than the few moments you were allowed, to what extent could he reminisce about your wedding night? His mind was elsewhere during the hunt, listening only to his father's instructions, and ignoring the lords. Ever since he married you, he had felt the looks they gave him, full of envy of course. Few dared little more than stare, the stupidest could dare to vocalise it. And Lord Tyland Lannister was one of those fools.
"I see you are distracted, Ser Harwin," said the Lord with a mocking laugh as he watched the stag slip away from him at close range. "Marriage...always has the same effect on men."
He chuckled, a few laughed with him, but most gave him a dirty look, and Harwin set his spear aside.
"What effect do you mean, Ser Tyland?" he asked dryly.
"Well, the effect of women. They are a constant headache."
"I don't think you should speak so of wives when you haven't managed to marry a single woman since you've been at court, my lord." He wanted to leave it at that, but Tyland had taken offense.
"When one wields so much fortune, choosing a wife to entrust to him is a different task. I suppose you don't know what I'm talking about now, Ser Harwin."
Harwin walked toward him, towering over him. It clearly frightened him.
"I don't need to brag about money to show my wealth. And that I think if you are able to understand."
Tyland was silent for a second. Everyone had turned to watch the scene, except your father, the King, who was too sore to pay attention. None of them listened as your father asked for your presence to escort him to his tent without making a fuss. So Harwin turned to continue the hunt without being aware that his own wife was walking towards the scene. Neither was Lord Lannister.
"You certainly took a treasure for the little price you must have paid...you took a very possible wife from me." Tyland was whispering it to Harwin now, purposely irritating him. "Though...perhaps you did me a favor. A princess who chooses someone like you should not be driven by anything but lust and madness. Maybe your wife is a lot cheaper than we all thought."
Then Harwin exploded. With the first fist he knocked out two of Tyland's molars, and with the second he buried him in the mud. None of Ser Lyonel's orders were heard as he tore Tyland apart, only the insults towards you, raging. They tried to pull him away, but he was still there. And there you found him.
"HARWIN!" You shouted, running towards him. It took him a while to notice you, he looked at you, a little frightened that you had seen him be so savage.
"He insulted you" he said quietly, then looked at Tyland "YOU INSULTED THE PRINCESS!"
And he gave him one last kick before he was pushed away by the guards. He had to be pushed away until he was led out of the hunt, and he only looked at you, begging your forgiveness for the disturbance. Your father was disoriented, and only understood what was happening from the words of one of the guards. And you had to wait to get your father to his bed before you met Harwin.
"What happened?" you asked as you entered your tent. Harwin was waiting for you, on his back and standing. When he turned around you saw his nose was bleeding. You ran to wipe it. "Gods! Did Tyland do that to you?"
"He wishes it was him, my love...it was one of the guards."
"I suppose it's because you've hit him first, isn't it?"
He smiled, because he knew you as well as you knew him. And he watched your concern disappear with every second, seeing your smile again.
"I'm not going to let anyone walk all over me. Not me, not you," he said, kissing your neck as he hugged you, lifting you off the ground and pressing you against his chest.
"Oh, Harwin, and why do you say that?"
You wiped the blood from him as he told you the story. It was starting to bruise a little, but had stopped bleeding after he put a cold cloth on it, holding it patiently and letting it play with the ties of your dress.
"I don't want you to think I'm just a... a beast too. I hold my anger a lot more than you think. Only you make me feel at peace, wife." He ran his hand through your hair.
It certainly hadn't been easy to convince your father. The Strongs were beloved at court, but Harrenhal was not a place of good repute, and marrying the King's second daughter to a notorious brute like Harwin "Breakbones" Strong had caused much controversy. You succeeded after years of hiding in the corridors, and every night Harwin could only draw on his imagination to do more than kiss you, for he had always put your reputation and honour before his desires.
You had only been married a short time, but it had been a season since you two had spent time alone. Your elder sister Rhaenyra was keeping you by her side at night, uncomfortable with her first pregnancy, and in the mornings, Harwin was too busy catching up on his duties as heir to Harrenhal.
Still, it didn't take away a single ounce of excitement, you craved each other throughout the day, and Harwin always managed to pull you aside to talk or kiss you. Either was enough for him, but he really wanted you back in his bed.
"You don't look like a beast to me." You put your hands on his neck, sat on his lap, you could feel his bulge on your leg. "And even if you had looked like one, you forget I've never been the person who holds his reputation in the highest regard, remember?"
They smiled, Harwin remembered in fact, more than once he had had to push you out of his sight because you had guided his hand where maidens should not be touched, all before you were married. You kissed him first, and when he was training you watched him from your window, catching his eye and "accidentally" showing your breasts. In the dark of night he had to pick you up off the floor because you had knelt before him. And in between all those moments Harwin couldn't help but be captivated by you, begging the King for your hand.
"I remember everything. You are far more beastly than I, my wife..." His member began to grow as he remembered, your scent right there, he captured your lips.
"You have offended me," you faltered, pulling away from the kiss. "Show me who the beast is here, Ser Breakbones."
One swift movement and he unfastened the bodice of your dress, freeing your breasts, and brought one to his lips. And as it sank to your chest you giggled at his eagerness, enjoying the tingle that formed on your legs as you felt Harwin's saliva run over your tits.
"Do you find this amusing, my princess? Having me sit here?" He ran his hands under your skirt, stroking your pearl as if by accident, but you knew he wasn't, that he was doing it to ravish you.
"I do find it a bit funny, I'm afraid..."
He stilled your laughter by throwing you onto the bed they had set up for you. Remarkably smaller than the one in your room back in the Keep, but Harwin didn't plan to use it much. He removed what was left of your dress, leaving you now completely naked. Your body being a spectacle for him.
"Well I'm no clown, of the many tricks they know how to do, I doubt very much they know how to do this."
He rested one hand on the bed, circling you on top of you, and the other he used to turn you, your back, your ass facing the outside. He caressed your back, stroke both cheeck of your ass and finally touching your cunt. One finger entered first, stirring your discharge with your clitoris and eliciting a soft moan from you. He watched you watching him, mouth half open. He was so handsome, with his smooth coat but rugged features, Harwin was all man. He inserted a second finger, and the third was not long in coming. Then he began to shake his hand rapidly, lifting your entire pelvis to his rhythm. You couldn't help but cry out as you felt such continuous pleasure.
"No..." whispered Harwin, pulling his face closer to yours, "no one knows how to do this to you like I do..."
Pleasure engulfed you, and Harwin could see you come to orgasm, you moaned millimetres from his lips, which he felt as if it was feeding him. He let you rest, and before he could lick his fingers with your arousal, you took his hand to lick them for him. If he was already excited before, Harwin had to hold back a moan when he felt the friction of his own pants squeezing his erection.
"Now let me reward you, my Lord, for defending my honour..." you removed his shirt, and kissed his big abs. But you made him suffer as you reached for his trousers, unbuttoning them bit by bit, not until you had removed them completely did you focus on his member.
Fat and in proportion to your husband, his cock needed two hands to massage it well. First you gave him a little kiss on the tip, as if in greeting, and looked up at Harwin, who seemed impatient but loved your gaze as you knelt before him. You were beautiful from every angle, and your eyes sharpened from that perspective. He pushed your silver hair aside as an excuse to touch it, and he never pushed your head, you always managed to make him enjoy at your own pace. You licked the tip for a while, but before he could cum, you took as much of his cock into your mouth as you could, knowing which way to guide it so you wouldn't gag. You sucked slowly but intensely, using your cheeks to make your mouth tighter. You were just about to make him cum when Harwin decided to take the reins again.
He caught you by surprise when he pulled away from you to pick you up off the floor, placing you in his arms as he did when he rescued you from troubles you usually got yourself into. One arm around your back and the other around your legs, your hands resting on his shoulders and with the opportunity to kiss him right there. Indeed, you didn't need the bed very much. You didn't quite understand what Harwin was up to, but when you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance, your hair stood on end. He was moving slowly up and down you, preparing to bury himself all the way in.
"I am convinced that there is no better pussy than yours in all of Westeros, Princess..." his voice was husky, his scent captivated you, and he kissed you tenderly when he wasn't kissing you with tongue.
"So what are you waiting for to enjoy it?"
He lured you to his lips to distract you, but you finally felt him enter. Gently, but creating that special fraction you'd longed for for years before you were married. Harwin broke the kiss to moan, of course this was his favourite part of fucking. He didn't usually do it fast, he liked to pace himself, and for such a big, rough man, he liked to sink into your pussy delicately, whether it was his instinct to protect you, or his instinct to enjoy it. His hips set the pace, as he raised them, his arms lowered, and you felt his full length fill you. He began to speed up the rhythm, he had plenty of strength left, and when he increased you could hear him enjoying himself, making you enjoy yourself.
"I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum..." he announced.
Then he laid you back down on the bed. You had no plans to have children yet, so you liked to experiment a little. Harwin positioned your legs apart, and took out his cock to rub it against your clit, fucking your vaginal lips and causing you unparalleled pleasure. You had your second orgasm seconds before you felt Harwin's semen spilling out of your pelvis, with a sweet moan leaving your husbands lips.
He rested his forehead on yours, and you kissed his aching nose.
"Wow...you sure made me feel better, wife." He moved to your side, pulling a blanket over you both, cuddeling you in his arms.
"Yeah...I've missed you too."
"I meant the kiss on the nose...but the rest was good too."
You laughed before threatening to make it bleed again. Harwin was willing to take a million punches as long as his princess was there to kiss his wounds afterwards.
