Showing - House Of The Dragon (AU)
Staring - Lucerys Velaryon (Age Up) X Reader (House Penrose)
Rating - 18+ (N8dity / bre8st sucking / h8mping / Hand j8bs / raw s8x)
Reading Time - 13 min 25 sec (1743)
Lucerys had never really thought about marriage; he had always known he had to get married, as the son of Rhaynera Targaryen and the heir to Driftmark, his hand in marriage was valuable. But he had always been far too busy with Valryian and Dragon lessons to really worry about it.
But of course, his family didn't; his grandsire Corlys Velaryon often reminded him about the pressing need for a Velaryon heir, often suggesting young maidens from noble houses, or daughters of rich traders in Essos.
Eventually, Lucerys relented and agreed to a short tour of the crownlands castles, meeting the lords who had daughters around Lucerys's age… but the tour didn't last long.
Lucerys found love at first sight with a beautiful young maiden from House Penrose, Lucerys had actually been visiting Partchments' castle to meet a girl named Liza but instead fell head over heels with her older sister. Y/n was a couple of years older than Lucerys, but he didn't mind; he adored her from the moment he saw her.
Corlys dragged Luke unwillingly to a few other castles, trying to let him at least meet some other options, but it was very clear he had no interest in any of them after meeting Y/n. So they married almost exactly a week after their meeting.
Today, Lucerys lay in his most favourite position in the world unwilling to move even a single inch.
Y/n sat with her back against the wooden headboard of the large bed. The fire crackled happily across the chamber, moonlight casting shadows across the floor. She held her embroidered in hand working carefully in the many beautiful details. She wore only her soft white chamise nightgown with her hair pulled up into a braided bun.
Lucerys laid beside her, his head against her chest, arms around her waist, he was in only his thin cotton britches with the covers tucked around to make him cosy and warm.
"Comfortable, my love?" Y/n asked, glancing at Lucerys.
"Mhhmmmm…" Lucerys mumbled, pressing himself against Y/n, his head resting on her breast, so he could hear her heartbeat in his ear, "Very comfortable," he said with another small content hum, burying his face against her cleavage.
Y/n laughed with a cheerful smile. "Such a silly boy." She cooed, bringing her hand up to coil in Lucerys's hair.
"Mhm… I'm your silly boy." Lucerys mumbled, he leaned into her touch, he closed his eyes and sighed with content. He pulled himself even closer to her, pressing his head back against her breasts and planting little soft kisses on her warm flesh.
Y/n chuckled, tugging on his hair a little. "Excuse me? Where do you think you're going?" She teasingly asked,
He tilted his head up, his eyes looking up at her. He gave her a cheeky little smirk as he continued to kiss her soft breasts, "Nowhere special, just exploring…" He whispered before licking across her skin, his hand coming up to cup the other breast in his palm.
Y/n playfully rolled her eyes, "Oh? Just exploring? So you don't want putting to sleep?" She cooed,
Lucerys's smirk widened, "Oh, I think I'd like some help getting to bed yes…" he nodded, his hand giving her breast a firm squeeze, still licking over the valley between her breasts now as he pressed his hips up against her thigh and rocked them slightly towards her so she could feel his desperation.
Y/n laughed and set her embroidered down on the bed, she gently and slowly unlaced her chemise and tugged it down enough to fall from her shoulders and loom around her elbows. Baring her neck, shoulders and breasts to the cold air. Immediately, her nipples began to harden from the cold air. She leant back comfortably with a pillow picking up her embroidery again, ensuring Lucerys had the space he needed.
Lucerys cock immediately grew fully hard and twitched in his cotton britches at the sight of her. He moaned as he moved closer and wrapped his lips around her nipple as he began to eagerly suckle. His hand moved up to cup her other breast, his fingers squeezing and pulling at her nipple. After a moment or two of this he switched to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment. "Mhh… love you."
Y/n laughed. "I love you more…" She cooed keeping her tone soft. As she cradled Lucerys in her arms and stroked his hair. "My sweet boy…"
Lucerys moaned. He leaned into her touch, he began to buck his hips, grinding his crotch against her thigh, trying to get some friction.
"shh shh shhh." She cooed soothing him a little by rubbing his hip tenderly trying to calm his bucking. "There we go… That better, yeah? That feel nice and cosy." She cooed keeping her tone slow and soft as she palmed his throbbing cock through his cotton britches.
"Mhh…" he moaned loudly and started humping against her hand like a needy puppy. He pulled away from her nipple with a loud pop, "Y/n… please."
"Shhh, no need to beg sweet boy, you just relax. Mama will take care of you." She cooed letting him settle back into his sucking her hand slipping his britches down so she could begin her slow and gentle touching.
Lucerys almost whimpered, his head became a little fuzzy, and he moaned around her nipple as he began to suck again. He was hard and aching in her hands, and he bucked his hips again trying to get more. "Mama, please… it feels so good…" he whined,
Y/n softly chuckled, speeding her hand up a little more.
"Mama…please, I need more." He whined again,
"ummm more? What do you want then sweet boy?"
He pulled away from her breast again, panting with his forehead pressed against her collar, "I… I don't know, I just… need more, need it."
She chuckled, "You are so cute when your desperate." She smiled pressing a tender kiss to his lips. "Would you like to fuck mama? Would that make it all better? Give me a nice little baby?"
"Oh… yes," he whined, his cock was twitching and leaking precum just at the thought of it, "Please, mama!"
She chuckled again, rubbing her thumb against the dribble that leaked from his cocks head. "Ohh my poor Lucerys, your so desperate tonight. Alright, if you want to you just have to say the magic words for mama."
Lucerys moaned, his hips stuttered when her thumb swiped across his leaking cock head,
"Come on, just three little worlds for mama," Y/n cooed purposely squeezing him a little harder in her hand.
He groaned loudly into her neck, “Please…. please, mama….I love you!"
"Awww, good boy." She cooed pressing a soft kiss to his lips again, she quickly took her hand from his cock and put a little space between them, she turned over to her stomach, keeping her embroidered work in hand against the pillow, shifting in such a way that allowed Lucerys to hump her like a begging puppy.
He watched with big wide eyes eagerly as she turned over, he moaned again when he settled himself between her legs, his cock pressed against her ass. He moaned when his hips bucked hard, starting to hump against his wife’s skin, "Oh… mama…" he moaned a bit pathetically, desperate.
Y/n chuckled a little,
His hands rested on her waist as he shifted his hips slightly to get the optimal spot for him to hump and grind against. He was already moaning and whimpering as his cock slid over her ass. He buried his face into her neck, pressing small desperate sounding kisses over her neck, "Please…. please, mama."
"Please, what? Use your words, Lucerys?" She teased.
"Please…. ah… don't make…. mm… make me beg… please mama," he whimpered against her neck,
"Alright, go on just be gentle." She cooed, petting his hair,
Lucerys moaned and nodded against her neck, "Thank you, mama… I'll try." He reached down, taking his throbbing cock in hand and rubbed the head through her folds, he rubbed against her for a few seconds before finally catching her entrance, he gripped her waist a little tighter, with a shaky hand as he began to sink into her, the feel was just so overwhelming that a choked moaned ripped out of him, "Ah!…. mm… mama"
Y/n choked back a giggle, listening to Lucerys's utter devotion and clear obsession with her body, biting her lip a little at the sensation of him inside her.
Lucerys moaned loudly as he sank further into her and bottomed out, his hands held on to her waist tighter, his fingers digging into her waist, he pressed his face against her neck, pressing his lips against her warm skin, "Mama…. oh… feels so good…."
"umm so do you sweet boy." She cooed, trying to bite back her soft moan.
He started moving, he started with slow little rocks of his hip, still clutching onto her waist, he let out another needy moan, "Mama… I love you…."
"umm love you more Lucerys…" She softly moaned.
A pathetic little needy-sounding noise was ripped from Lucerys's through when she moaned his name; it felt so good hearing her moaning his name. He started moving faster, no longer able to take it slow, "Ah…. mama… more…. please…" his moans were getting desperate and whiny, "Mama… I'm…."
"I know, I know, it's okay sweet boy. You can make a little baby if you want to."
Lucerys moaned, those words going to his head and getting him even more needy, but he managed to form a response. After a few more desperate and needy moans, his face buried against her neck, he finally hit his release. His nails dug into her waist and he gave one last loud moan, his hips stilled, he slumped against her back, "Aaaahhhh…. Y/n!"
Y/n chuckled a little gently guiding Lucerys to pull out and turning onto her back again, she happily cradled him in her arms letting him relax and cuddle her as needed. "Ummm there my sweet boy all happy and ready to sleep."
He hid his face against her chest again, he let out little puffing breaths hot against her neck, he wrapped one arm around her waist, "Mhm… sleepy…" he mumbled, he was clearly already starting to doze off,
"Goodnight, Lucerys. Love you." She cooed, giving him a soft goodnight kiss as she tucked him in.
Lucerys pressed his lips against hers and kissed her back, he moaned softly against her mouth, "Mmmn… love you Y/n, good night," he mumbled before nuzzling his face against her neck and giving in to the exhaustion tugging at him, falling asleep against her warm body almost immediately.
summary: born a lowborn, your family a group of fishermen that supply the market; one day, it wasn’t a fish caught but rather, a young man.
pairing: lucerys velaryon x fem!reader
notes: hi !! sorry for taking so long to update amidst the waves but here it is :3 this is the last part but other chapter/s may be posted depending on what i am motivated to write lol i hope u guys love it!!
"Are you two mad?!" You spoke loudly, your father hissing at your tone.
You glared at the two of them in frustration, having been asked by your family to come with them to the market even though it's rare that the three of you go there. It's usually either one of you.
Now, they had taken you away from your hut, deep into the city, as they sat you down in a random alleyway with no one around, telling you the recent decision that they had made without informing you nor even telling you the slightest bit.
"We don't know who Luke actually is, Y/N. He is a stranger to us. We have to give him back."
"You placed a roof over his head, building him his own little tent, and you dare say he's a stranger? Why, because he's worth some gold?" You snapped back at your father.
The two of them sighed, rubbing their temples as they looked away, wary of any bystanders hearing your outburst given that the three of you are in the market.
They take a step closer, and you take a step back. Firmly glaring at them while having your arms crossed on your chest.
"Luke has stayed with us for more than three weeks already. He helps with fishing, with cooking, with everything! What else do you want from him-"
"To go back to where he came from, Y/N," your father cuts you off. "We know you've grown fond of him, Y/N, but he's not from here. He has a family looking for him, it's bad enough that we didn't inform our lord about a random boy washing up on the shore, what more if we hide him from them?"
You groaned. "What if those people aren't nice, that's why he ran away from them?"
"The ones that would take him are the men from the city watch. If we don't give him to them, what do you think they will do to us? We hardly even have anything to defend ourselves." They reasoned it out once more, and it left you silent. You knew that no matter how much you fought them, they'd still do as they pleased, with or without your approval.
And it was scarier, eventually waking up and seeing the tent beside your hut empty. Alaine and Arrel not having their sister's older friend help them sharpen wooden spears or you being left alone after supper's finished—it all frightened you.
You weren't entirely fond of the man from the sea, you just didn't want him away. You wanted him always by your side—his silly, curly hair, goofy smile, and kind attitude towards everyone. All of the things you didn't have.
Instead of fighting them further, you ignored them. Your mother and father looked at you worriedly when they saw you walk away from the alley. Your father tried to follow after you, only to be pulled back by your mother, who was subtly shaking her head as you slowly disappeared from their line of vision.
The busy crowd kept your mind at bay. You walked around the city for as long as you had desired, walking past various houses and markets, admiring the beauty of the simple pleasures around you, wondering how much more fun it would've been if Luke was with you.
You walk by some small merchants with small brooches on their makeshift boxes, ready to be bought by whoever had the means to, thinking of your friend back on the shore. You pull out a few coins from your pouch, picking out a brooch from the merchant as they express their gratitude.
When you pick one out, you put the coin on this laid out palm. You held the item close to your face, inspecting it closely as you stared at the way the bronze was crafted to illustrate a fish in a complete circle. You sighed briefly at this.
"Should he fancy accessories, I think this is the perfect one."
By the time you got back home, the waters were serenely silent, with only the sounds of the waves lightly crashing into the rocks.
You stared for a long moment at the closed hut, the doors and windows were shut, telling you that they'd already shut you out. There weren't even any lights coming from inside, only meaning that they're already past asleep, leaving you outside, in the sand, all alone.
Or, so you thought.
"They were looking for you," the awfully familiar voice spoke, approaching you carefully as he squinted, making sure it was you.
You turned sharply, looking at him with wide eyes, before your stare slowly softened and you turned back to the sea. Your shoulders relaxed a bit when you felt him stand beside you, also staring at the sea, though with a confused look on his face.
He glanced over at you, eyebrows furrowed after you ignored his statement. "They- they already closed the hut, your father said you ran away."
A scoff leaves your lips: "Were you worried?" You ask.
"Was I worried? Of course I was. No one was able to cook the fish until your parents showed up. Me and your siblings almost tried to start a fire ourselves," he replies, making you chuckle. Luke smiled a bit at that, finding the sound of your chuckles pleasant.
"No, but truly... I was really worried about you. I almost went to the market myself." Luke smiles at you, and you can see the evident worry in his eyes.
You shrugged in response, heaving a deep sigh.
"Why are you awake at this hour? It's deathly late." You spoke, changing the topic while fixing your skirt. You sat down on the sand, and Luke did the same, quickly sitting beside you.
He pulled up his knees to his chest, touching the sand softly as he replied. "Hmm, I, uhh..." You hummed, waiting for him as you watched the sea.
"I had... visions," you hear him take a deep breath. "Of my memories... couldn’t really sleep through it.”
You stiffen up at his reply, feeling as if your breath had been caught in your throat. You didn't even know yet if his memories were real or if they were just bits and bits of flashes.
"It's nothing much, really, it was- it's-" he started to stammer, your forehead creasing at his nervousness.
"Were they bad memories?" You asked, and he immediately shook his head no, quite defensive as he started to explain once more about his visions.
He toyed with the string of his thin shirt, picking up one of the shells beside him. "They were really... violent. I honestly don't remember much from this exact memory, but.. it was all chaotic. Me, a boy, and two other girls were fighting another boy. It was somewhere dark, somewhere rocky, I-I don't-"
You placed a hand over his knee, prompting him to stop before he even got to start rambling. The two of you stared at each other in silence, Luke's lips hanging open and his eyebrows furrowed.
"I'm sorry you had to relive those unpleasant memories, Luke." You pursed your lips, and Luke placed his hand on top of yours, placing it on top of yours warmly.
In silence, the two of you remained peaceful. Not a single word was spoken or uttered. But you felt something different; you felt something missing in this silent night. Slowly, you leaned your head to rest on his shoulder, making Luke tense only to relax a few seconds later.
"They weren't all bad memories, Y/N," Luke says.
He began to tell stories of his visions, what he saw, what he remembers, and what he knew about himself as of now. You hardly even knew that he got remnants of his memories when he slept. He never talked to you about it.
"I am the prince, Y/N. I am Prince Lucerys Velaryon. The missing son of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen." He says with such meaning that your jaw drops.
He actually remembered everything after the first week he stayed with you. From his childhood to his teenage years, the moment he got to say his first word in High Valyrian, his flights with his dragon, Arrax, his first fight with his older brother, his youngest brother being birthed, his mother's kisses on his cheeks,
his betrothal.
Your throat went dry at his mention. He seemed to be baffled as well when he told you that he was an engaged prince.
Of course, he would be. It was easier to believe than the fact that he is a prince. Luke's handsome; he's caring, respectful, smart, everything. Everyone could easily fall for a man like Luke.
It hurt you a bit, yes, but with everything, you can only be happy that he actually has someone waiting for him home. Someone that was probably devastated by his disappearance. And yet, you still dreaded seeing him not around.
"Y/N, are you okay?" Luke asks, his tone ever so caring, as it always has been. You hummed in response.
"I can't believe you're a prince. Prince Lucerys Velaryon... And you didn't even tell me," you changed the subject, closing your eyes while Luke looked at you weirdly, probably weirded out after you mentioned his real name.
"Don't I seem like a prince?"
"You try housing a man that your parents brought home almost dead, who allegedly rode a dragon before he fell into the ocean and now is allegedly a prince. What do you think?" Luke laughed at that, his body rumbling with laughter as you did, giggling softly at your statement.
He sighs at that. "Well, I apologize then. You and your family have done so much for me that I could not keep track anymore. I believe a mere 'thank you' would not be enough."
You pulled your head away from his shoulder, turning your body to face him. He was surprised by that, quickly moving his body to face you as well. The way he always tried to do things the same as you made you stifle a laugh.
Looking down, you sucked at your teeth for a moment, internally debating, before you reached for your pouch beside you.
He looks at you curiously, watching you twist to your right while searching for an unknown item. Soon enough, you present him with the brooch from earlier.
His eyes widen with faint astonishment, and his mouth hangs wide. He raised his eyebrow at you before glancing back at the brooch on your hand. You jerked your palm at him, urging him to take it, and he carefully does so.
Luke carefully inspected the round shape of the brooch, the sides of his lips raising a bit when he recognized the unique image it had been melded to.
"I wish to be with you, Luke. Not romantically, no, I- I'm yet to be ready, and also with your betroth-"
"I understand you, Y/N, and I... wish to be with you as well," he cuts you off with a whisper. "Always."
You gulped when you heard him say it. Your heart is starting to beat faster and faster with each passing second. Luke felt the same, his heart thumping, threatening to jump out of his chest.
"But there are greater things... than- than I care to consider. And for that, I must... I must head back. Be with them." His eyes flicker away in the other directions upon saying the last bit.
Confusion suddenly washed over you, Luke was not clear on what he was saying. Not until you pieced it all. "You- you're the one that asked them to give you back to the city watch?" You glare at him furiously, your tone full of accusation.
"Y/N," he starts, but you have already stood up. "Why didn't you tell me it first?" You roared, pointing at yourself.
Luke stands as well, putting his hands in front of himself in an attempt to calm you down. "Let me explain first, don't-"
"I fought with my mother and father because I did not want them to give you away to the city watch! I yelled at them because I did not want you to feel that we all wanted to get rid of you in the first place, because we didn't. I didn't!" You yelled at him.
Your conscience ate you up right after. The hurt look on his face breaks your heart more than him telling you he's already engaged.
You turned away from him, walking away, only to hear the sands swooshing around, following you. You breathed in heavily, calming yourself down before you let yourself speak anymore. Luke seemed to have figured that out, waiting for you to face him in silence.
With the scent of the sea breeze filling your nostrils, the wind whistling, you cleared your head. Turning back to face him with a blank look.
"I wish you well, Prince Lucerys. If it is your desire to be with your family, then may you travel safely to them."
"What?" Luke replies, now with a shocked tone. "Y/N, you don't have to talk so formally like that. Please, you don't have to call me Lucerys. I'm still Luke!"
"Your Luke." His voice now above a whisper.
He watched as your eye and lips twitched, your gaze hardening instead of softening. You picked at your fingers from behind you, tearing and pinching the skin off.
"It's late. I am sure the city watch will take you early morrow. Better get some sleep. Maybe it would help you remember more." You ignore him, clenching your jaw. You glared at him once more before walking away from him.
You don’t even know where you slept that night, nor did you even bother thinking if Luke followed you away from your home.
When the sun rose from the east, you knew you were done for that day. You knew that the next day, there would only be you, Alaine, and Arrel left. No more older brother for the two, no more fishing companion, no more playful banter during supper.
He had already departed, or so you watched him depart.
Luke gave each of your siblings a warm hug and kiss on the forehead, smiling tightly as both of their eyes brimmed with tears, not wanting to see the man they've grown to like leave.
When he arrived by your mother, she hugged him tightly, rocking him side by side with a proud smile on his face before he passed Luke on to your father. He laughs when he watches your father bend his knee in an awful try at a curtsy, Luke bringing him up to hug him instead.
You watched them exchange various replies while you waited from behind the cluster of horses and men waiting for the prince.
Luke eventually nodded at them, his eyes searching for you all around, hoping to at least apologize and bid you farewell once and for all. His face lights up when he sees the familiar stature of yours behind the men. The men moved out of his way with haste, curious to see who he had been looking at.
"Y/N," he breathes.
"My prince."
He tongues at his cheek before nodding. He takes a soft hold of your hand, bringing it to his lips as he presses a soft and respectful kiss on the back of your palm. You forced a smile on your face upon seeing the brooch you had given him on his now leather-clad chest.
"Thank you, Y/N, for everything. All of the things you taught me in my stay here are some of the things that I will always keep in my head; and in my heart, know that... you will always be in there." Luke says, and you finally break out of your forced face, launching forward to give him a hug.
You felt his arms wrap around you as well, caught off-guard by your hug while you breathed in his scent, he smelled of the sea now. "Your wife would be there, as well." You whispered before you pulled away, the people around were all looking at you two weirdly.
Luke smiled at you tenderly, tapping the brooch by his heart as if you had not yet seen it. You nod at him, inhaling sharply.
"Farewell, Luke."
"Farewell, my lady."
that’s a wrap! i hope you loooved the story!! thank you all so much for reading up until here <3 remember: hearts, reactions, replies, and reblogs are very appreciated if you liked the story! ily all!
Staring - Lucerys Velaryon (Age Up) X Targaryen Reader (Sister)
Rating - 18+ ( Fingering / Targcest / Masturbation /nipple play / nipple sucking / nudity / squirting / eating out)
Reading Time - 12 min 17 sec (1595)
Request -
daemonsthrone - hope for a part two 🙏🏻🙏🏻
Anonymous asked: “Shijetra Nyke” is amazing!! can you do a part 2? maybe reader realized luke’s attraction, and one night they are in her room and she say “you’ve been staring at my breast all day” then she say that luke can touch them and undress her. please write that ❤️
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON HYPE WEEK
A rain fought the battlemants of Dragonstone, the volcanic island feeling the brunt of an intense storm that had come down from the north of the Narrow Sea, bringing with it ice-cold winds strong enough to rip linen from the hands of maids, rain heavy enough to be heard inside the deepest, darkest chambers of the stone castle, the clouds hung low, dark enough to block out whatever stars and moon lingered in the sky.
So the castle had been sealed, as best as it could be. Doors and windows were tightly closed, curtains drawn, courtyards emptied, and even the guards on the grates were brought under the protection of the castle walls. Even some rooms in the more Valyrian style without glass in their windows were emptied and sealed off until the storm had passed. Every room had fires built as tall as the hearths would allow, with stocks of wood to keep them burning long into the night.
Many had chosen not to be alone in such a storm, partly to mean fewer rooms needed to have fires and candles burning, but also for the security of the family's protection. Daemon and Rhaenyra had kept Joffrey, Aegon and Viserys in their chamber, giving the children their toys and blessing them with stories of Targaryen history right from the book. Baela and Rhaena had sealed themselves away for a night of gossip, hair braiding and journal righting by candlelight. And as usual, Jacaerys was alone in his room, pouting.
Which left Lucerys to, of course, use the storm as an excuse to see his favourite sister.
The flames crackled and hissed in her fireplace, the flames roaring high. Few candles were lit, just barely enough to see and move about the chamber. A single window open, so as not to make things as stuffy and because she rather enjoyed the briskness of the cold.
Lucerys sat close to the fire, cross-legged on her rug, often tossing on logs, stoking the flames, and keeping the metal guard against it in case the wood spat its embers towards them. But the flames were just mere busy work to keep his mind and eyes away from his beloved big sister.
Y/n herself sat on her wooden couch with red upholstery, her silver blonde hair pinned up into a braided updo with none of it hanging lower than her jaw, she wore a very thin black dress little more then a single draping of black cotton loosely sewn into a flowing gown, so thin infact the cold of the room was causing her nipples to harden and poke through the cotton dress. But her eyes were only on the embroidery hoop in her lap, and the needle looped with thread in her hand, as she worked adding beads and stitches onto Lucery’s doublet in the artistic shape of two large, intimidating and yet graceful seahorses, the sigil of their father and grandsire of House Velaryon, that Lucerys will one day inherit. Every so often, her eyes would flick up from her work and catch Lucery’s stare.
But he always turned his head away, back to the flames in hope she wouldn’t notice the flush of red across his cheeks, regardless of how many times she’d caught him even in just the last hour.
“How is the fire doing, Luke?” she asked, not looking up from her work,
“It is… it’s doing well, hot and burning… good.” he nodded sheepishly,
“Good,” She chuckled, as she looked up to see his blushing face, “I’m glad you can keep such a good eye on the flames, when you’ve been staring at my breasts all day.”
He froze up, a shiver running down his spine, he forgot how to breathe for a moment, the redness on his cheeks flooded across the rest of his face from his forehead to his collar bones as bright red as the three-headed dragon on the Targaryen sigil. He dropped the metal fire stoker, and it hit the fireplace with a clank. He could feel the sweat gathering on his palms, turning them clammy and feel beads of anxious sweat running down his forehead. “I- I- I wasn’t… I wasn’t staring, Y/n.”
“Mhm?” She raised a brow smugly, “Of course you weren’t.”
“... Maybe I was staring,” he admitted,
“Umm… like when you sneak into my chambers at night?”
“I- What!” he jumped around to face her, “I - I have no idea- what your even- how your even- I was NOT!”
“Do you think your big sister is foolish, Lucerys?”
“No,” He grumbled,
“Then explain to me, please, how I was waking up uncovered and soaked from squirt?”
“... Sleep… orgasms?”
“And how then did I wake with seed across my stomach?”
“I- I wiped it off!” he yelped, “I mean, I-I have no idea how that happened, but … if I had done such a thing, I am sure I’d have remembered wiping it off your skin.”
“And yet the scent remained,” she smirked,
“... Shit,” he cursed,
“You are a very silly boy,” she chuckled,
“I know…” He grumbled, sheepishly crawling closer and kneeling at her feet, “I just… you're so beautiful, and I couldn’t help myself.” he whimpered, laying his cheek on her knee, “I’m so sorry… Shijetra Nyke Y/n… Shijetra nyke Y/n…”
“I don’t mind, Luke,” she smiled,
“Yo-you don’t?”
“I would much prefer, you sneaking into my chambers, watching my body as I sleep and pleasuring yourself, then you going down to the dangerous docks and spending coins on some girl infected with gods only know what.” she explained as she set down her embroidery and began to pet his dark locks, “You are looking at girls, there is no need to be ashamed of your desire. You are welcome to look at me and touch me if it pleases you.”
“I can?”
“You can,” she smiled,
“May… May I now?” He asked, “Please? It would make me very happy.”
“Of course,” she cooed,
“Ummm… Kirimvose,” ‘Thank you’ he moaned, “Kirimvose, Kirimvose, Kirimvose…” he moaned as he kissed her knee and began to press his kisses up her thighs, sliding her legs apart so he could slither between the gap until he was as close to her as possible, he kissed up her hips and over her stomach, his hands coming up to take a firm grasp of her breasts, taking the weight of them in his palms, softly squeezing the soft jiggly flesh, his thumbs coming to rub small clockwise circles around her hard and perky nipples, all though the soft black cotton of her gown.
She giggled and continued to pet his hair, keeping her moans soft and gentle, “Shhh… enjoy yourself.”
Lucerys nodded and kissed her stomach, his lips running up between her breasts as high as he could reach to peck her collarbone, without even asking her for permission, his hands slid down off her breasts to pull on the neckline of the black cotton gown, each tug revealing more of her soft, bare skin. When he reached the point where the fabric would not move further, he slid his hands down to her waist and untied the laces with desperate, trembling fingers.
Once the laces of her gown were undone, the whole of the black fabric unwrapped from her body, revealing her from collar to ankle. Her bare breasts were on full display with her nipples still hard, and her pussy with its inviting trail of silver hair.
He was panting just at the mere sight of her, and instantly he moved up and captured one of her nipples between his lips, sucking on it hard, sliding his tongue in needy circles as he tried to resist the urge to pin her down to the couch, but his hands had a mind of their own, already rubbing his hard cock through his laced britches.
She giggled softly and pushed his head down from her breasts, towards her glistening pussy.
He groaned loudly and found himself lunging at her, burying his face between her thighs without a moment of hesitation. His lips worked up and down her slick lips while his hands unlaced his britches, pulling out his throbbing cock, jerking himself in fast, needy pumps.
She softly moaned, keeping her fingers tightly in his hair, leaning back against the couch.
He didn’t care how much noise he made, how much of his own saliva and her juices were dripping down his face, his nose brushing against the soft hair, as he kissed, licked, nibbled and sucked in mindless desperation like a dragon feasting on fresh meat in the depths of starvation. His hips bucked wildly towards his hand, already close after only brief moments.
“Lucerys… Lucerys… Luke…” She moaned, her eyes squeezing shut and her head being tossed back as her legs began to tremble with desire and need,
He listened, sucking hard on her clit and bringing his free hand up to slip his index and middle fingers as deep inside her clenched pussy as he could.
Which in turn was enough to push her over the edge, she squirted on his face and let out a breathy moan of pleasure, her toes curling and hands almost ripping at his hair.
But he melted into it, loving every drop of her on his tongue and instantly coming himself, sending jolts of his seed onto the floor and his hand. Slowly, as they each caught their breath be pulled his fingers from her, licking them clean and laying his head on her thigh. “Kirimvose,” ‘Thank you’ he gasped,
“Humm your welcome,” She cooed, “Kirimvose,” ‘Thank you’
“Anytime, sweet sister… ANY time.” He smiled smuggly.
Staring - Lucerys Velaryon (Age Up) X Targaryen Reader (Sister)
Rating - 18+ (Somnophilia / Seminoncon / Fingering / Targcest / Masturbation / Cum on skin / nipple play / nipple sucking / nudity / squirting)
Reading Time - 10 min 33 sec (1371)
Request - Anonymous asked: thank u so much🤍 can you please write a fic with luke x sister? He is very attracted to his sister. One night at Dragonstone, he sneaks into her room, knowing that she sleeps naked since it is summer. At first, he pulls back the blanket and starts touching himself at the sight of her bare breasts, but then he becomes bolder and starts touching her too.
Lucerys was beyond terrified, his body trembling as he hid behind the cold stone walls. He knew if he was to get discovered, he would never hear the end of it from everyone in the castle. He would likely be sent to the farthest reaches of the kingdom or locked in his chambers, forced to be followed by knights if ever he moved an inch. But he couldn’t bear to stay away.
He watched and waited for the brief moment when the knights changed their shifts, as one left, he scampered around the corner and headed up the stairwell before another arrived. He hurried up the steps, counting them as he went, until he saw the wooden door that held his darkest secret.
He gulped before he pushed the door open and snuck inside. He found the dark chamber, warm and inviting despite the lack of candlelight. The thick curtains were pulled tight, blocking the sea and summer night air from the balcony. The fire was lit, but the flames were no more than soft flickers above the ember-laden logs. The grand furnishings were littered with jewellery, gowns, books and trinkets. But he had a much more desirable task.
Lucerys walked slowly, careful to ensure his boots did not echo on the stone floor. He held his breath as he approached the grand canopy bed, almost too nervous to get too close, but his body demanded it. His hands slithered slowly up the thick red velvet curtains, taking a tender grip in them as he steeled himself for the exciting sight. He tugged the curtain slowly, ensuring it would not make a sound, as he revealed it inch by inch.
The bed was large, double the size of the one in his own chamber, with black sheets made perfectly, and red covers over the top embroidered with beautiful silver dragon scales. Inside the bed lay the Princess Y/n, daughter of Queen Rhaynrea and elder sister to Lucerys. She was born a winter child, among the frosted Red Keep in the years between Jacerys and Lucery’s births. Of course, there had been whispers about all of Rhaynrea’s children and who their father may be, but Y/n had, for the most part, escaped such rumours, at least as openly, due to her looking far more like her Targaryen mother and less like her Strong brothers.
But regardless… that had not stopped the Targaryen feelings within Lucerys, and his passion for his elder sister, although discouraged… he could not fight his love and desire for her.
Y/n laid in bed, fast asleep, her long, flowing, silver blonde hair cascading on the pillows around her, her eyes closed, and her lips softly parted, the sheets lying over her torso with her arm over the top, but even just with her shoulders and arms exposed, it was clear she had already begun to sleep without her cotton slip.
Lucerys already felt the saliva flooding his mouth; he knew he would drool if he didn’t gulp it down. His hand began to tremble as he held the curtain, pure excitement and adrenaline flooding his body. His knees gave out, but he was able to catch himself and sit his hip down on the bed, his eyes never leaving her, even for a second.
“Shijetra nyke…” ‘Forgive me…’ He whispered like a prayer to the gods themselves, as his hand moved and slid over the soft covers, his fingers slipped between the folds of the fabric, taking a tender grip of them before he began to softly tug on them, each tug bared another inch of her pale Valyrian skin to his gaze.
First her shoulder blade, then her collar bones, then the soft curves and swell of her plump womanly breasts.
He whimpered softly but held his breath to keep himself silent as he tugged it down even more and left the covers lingering at her waist.
Everything from her waist up was now bare and exposed to him. But his eyes focused only on her bare breasts. They were round and full, ready for the acts of her future as a mother, her nipples stiff from the cold poking out with firm points dark against her icy skin. They moved softly, rising and falling with each of her breaths.
Lucerys could barely contain himself at the sight, already feeling his britches as his erect cock pushed against them without restraint. But he didn’t waste the little time he had. He unlaced his britches fast, almost ripping at the ties and pulling out his cock. He was already hard and stiff in his hand, precum forming across his head, and he trembled in his own hand, desperate for attention for the sights before him.
He began to pump, slow but attentive, ensuring every inch of his length felt the brush of his hand, his gaze only on Y/n and her breasts. He bit his bottom lip, desperate to try and keep himself quiet so he wouldn’t wake his sleeping sister, but that was easier said than done. His other hand fisted into the sheets, fighting his urge to pounce like a starved dragon.
He knew it was close, but he couldn’t take the sheets still lingering against her for a second more. He tugged on them once more, exposing her hips, her thighs, her knees, leaving them tossed around her ankles, and of course, the sight he had so desperately craved. He began to pant, his hand working in merciless movements as his eyes fell to the heavenly place between her legs, her cunt glistening with dew from her dreams, her curves perfect and pristinely inviting and a gentle flutter of fluffy silver blonde hair between her legs.
“Y/n… Y/n… Y/n…” he groaned, his hips bucking in desperation, but his hand shivered before he settled it on her knee, slowly sliding up her body and running his fingers over the soft hair, and down between her legs, gathering a pad of her arousal on the tip of his index finger and rubbing it softly over her clit,
“Hummmm…” She mumbled, shifting slightly from pleasure,
“Ughhh-” Lucerys moaned as he allowed his index finger to slide in and out between the lips of her pussy, brushing her clit each time he did, “Y/n…” He cursed,
“Ummm…” she softly moaned,
He groaned and forced his hand away, sliding it up her waist and over her stomach. He took a soft grasp of her left breast, squeezing the plump, heavy skin. He bit his bottom lip enough almost to draw blood, matching the speed of his hands to each other.
She gasped softly, and her hips squirmed slightly,
But he was too desperate to notice, his fingers taking a gentle pinch of her nipple just enough to force another gasp from her lips and ensure it was as hard as possible. As soon as he knew it was pleasuring her, he took his hand away and returned it to her glistening cunt, and leant down. He kissed down her neck softly and tenderly, slithering down her chest and between her breasts, before he moved to capture her left nipple between his teeth and began to suck softly. All while his hand slipped between her lips and rubbed her clit, and his other hand pumped and stroked his hard cock as his own breath demanded it.
Y/n moaned, her body squirming from pleasure, her lips parting more as the sounds of desire fell like water from falls, her hips bucking towards his fingers until the explosion of pleasure rushed over her body. She squirted just a little at the height of her orgasm.
And the sight was enough to tip Lucerys over, too, his seed spilling from his throbbing cock all over her warm stomach. He broke away from her nipple and slowly slid his hand away, licking his fingers clean, before he kissed down to the spilt seed, “Shijetra nyke Y/n…” ‘Forgive me, Y/n…’ He whispered, wiping the spilt seed with the covers and tucking them around her naked body as she caught her breath, “Sleep well, sweet sister.” he whispered as he kissed her forehead, he stood and relaced his britches giving one last look at her before he pulled the curtain’s on her bed and snuck himself from her chambers, back to his own before the sun would rise over Dragonstone.
Staring - Lucerys Velaryon (Age Up) X Targaryen Reader
Rating - 12
Reading Time - 13 min 49 sec (1794)
Lucerys had been attending his lessons in the Dragonmount with the keepers and Arrax, but one of the Queensguard had come to collect him, without much word on where he was going or why. But he knew better than to bug the guards with questions, so he simply followed silently. He was taken up to one of the lounges, the one his mother so often resided in, with the grand balcony looking out towards King’s Landing; he assumed he’d find his mother, surrounded by her handmaidens, complaining of the weight of her stomach where her next baby grew.
But he didn’t; he instead saw the rogue prince Daemon Targaryen. The prince had been Lucery’s stepfather for several years now, but they had not warmed to one another, frankly he was afraid of him. But how could he not be! Daemon rode Caraxes, carried Dark Sister, and had killed more men than Lucerys had met in his whole life!
So once the door was closed, leaving them alone, Lucerys audibly gulped, “Good- uhh good day. Stepfather.”
Daemon stood facing the windows, dressed in black leather with red accents, Dark sister proudly on his hip, his hands on the table. “You’re mother, and I have made a decision.”
“A- A decision?”
“We are stronger together, without question or debate. Our line must persist in its most pure.”
Lucerys went pale and clammy; he knew he, Jace and Joffrey were… not as pure Targaryen as Daemon would have liked, especially compared to Daemon’s own daughters and, of course, the children he’d had with Rhaeynra. He was terrified that something had been decided, perhaps for his inheritance… or worse, his life. “Yes?”
“We are to wed her boys, to my daughters.”
“T-to your daughters?!” Lucerys asked in shock, “I uhh… are you sure?”
“No. I do not like it. But… it is what’s best. This way, the throne, Driftmark and Dragonstone will never fall to blood beyond our own. We have no fear of… Hightower cunts.”
“I understand, Stepfather.”
“Good.” Daemon finally turned and glared with intimidation, “Do you have any preference?”
“Preference?”
“Which of my girls?”
“Ohh!” Lucerys blushed, not wanting to admit he definitely had a preference, “Well, I uhh… Baela is very strong with moondancer,” he began, even if Baela was not who he’d choose,
Daemon laughed, “Far too strong for the likes of you, besides, Jacaerys laid his claim already.”
“I am not surprised…they are sweet on one another,”
“Rheana is lovely also, but… I fear… perhaps we are too far in age.”
“Speak plainly. Do not dance around complimenting each girl when we both know who you want.”
“… Y/n.” Lucerys said without hesitation,
“Ah, the carriage princess.”
“I… I would very much like to wed Y/n, if… perhaps I could be given such grace?”
Daemon scoffed, “I am not surprised. I have seen the eyes you give her.”
“She is sweet, kind, gentle, I… I hope I could make her happy.”
“It would suit her to be the lady of Driftmark. It is settled then, Jacaerys will wed Baela, and Rhaena’s hand can be kept for a political alliance, Y/n will be wed to you, and Joffrey will be betrothed to our next daughter for when she comes of age.”
“Good matches indeed,”
“Go on, tell her the news.”
Lucerys nodded and quickly scampered from the chamber, not wanting to be alone with Daemon any longer than needed. He at first wasn’t too sure where he would find Y/n. He mostly sort of came upon her without trying too. But after a while of pondering, he headed for the greenhouse on the top of a castle tower.
In the greenhouse, he found old Valyrian plants, many with strange and vibrant colours, or odd shapes given their unfavamable age and from the fact they thrived in the volcanic shadow of Dragonstone. And there he found his betrothed.
Y/n on the garden’s ashy stones, wearing a gown of deep red silk and handmade black lace, her long silver hair allowed loose with only a few small braids to keep it from her face, sat among the bright orange and red flowers commonly known as ‘Dragon’s Breath lilies’ they only grew on dragonstone in the heat of the volcanic vents, but she sat among them as she read an ancient tomb, humming a soft valyrian song to herself, the kind often sang to soothe the ancient dragon’s like Vermithor and Silverwing.
Even just seeing her made Lucerys feel all fuzzy, and not just from the heat. He slowly approached and bowed low, catching her attention. “Lady Y/n.”
“Ohh, good day, Prince Lucerys.” She smiled, “To what do I owe such pleasure?” she asked, closing her book,
“I uhh… I wanted to come and sit with you. If I may?”
“Of course,” she laughed, “But would you not rather attend somewhere else?” she asked, noticing the sweat drip down his forehead,
“No, no, I am… I am fine,” he answered,
She smiled and stood slowly, taking his hand and guiding him over to two metal chairs beside the glass frames of the greenhouse. She propped it open, allowing the gentle cooling breeze from outside, “Is that better, my prince?”
“Yes, thank you,” he nodded,
“So, what is it that brings you to me today?”
“I wanted to see you.”
“Yes, and what else? You do not make a habit of calling upon me socially?”
“Well, I uhh I spoke with your father today,”
“Ohh, well I apologise for whatever it was he said, or did… he… lacks people skills.”
Lucerys choked back a laugh, “I would never say such a thing about your father… but… You are right.”
“Whatever did he do?”
“He told me of his and my mother’s plans. To ensure our family remains strong and our titles remain in the family line.”
“Oh?”
“Well… they plan to wed us all. In the Targaryen tradition. Jace and Baela, Joffrey and the new baby girl… you and… you and I.”
“And Rhaena?”
“They will keep her hand for political sake,”
“I see,”
“Does this… displease you, my lady?”
“No, no. It does not displease me, Lucerys. I am merely surprised.”
“Surprised? In a good way?”
“Yes, pleasantly surprised. I had… I hadn’t thought my father would wed me to anyone of importance.”
“I am hardly of importance, Y/n.”
“Of course you are, you are the heir to Driftmark and House Velaryon, My prince.”
“Still, I do not feel important enough to be worth a maiden like you.”
“That is kind of you to say, but I am not but the carriage princess.”
“Regardless, you will be my princess if that pleases you.”
“It does,” she nodded,
“I am glad, I… I do not know when they plan to marry us, but I know I cannot wait,”
“Nor can I. I promise I will be a good wife.”
“You need not promise that, I already know you will be.” He smiled, setting his hand softly on hers, “I just… pray I can be a good husband to you.”
“I am sure you will be,” she smiled, squeezing his hand,
“Thank you, my lady Wife.” He cooed,
“I like that, certainly better than the carriage princess.”
“… why, do they call you that? I admit I have always been curious,”
“It was… a nickname my father gave me when I was little,” she began, “I am not sure how much you know of my sisters and me before our mother’s passing.”
“Little in all honesty, it was so raw when we first met, I never wanted to ask about it before.”
“Well, my beloved sisters are, of course, the dragon twins. My father loved them so dearly the moment they came into the world. He almost never left their cribs, or so my mother used to say. But he so desperately wanted a son, begged my mother to try again even after the stress that two babes bought on her. But… they did, and when I was born, it was… fearsome. The medics in Pentos claimed there were moments they worried I would take Laena from this world, but… I came regardless and left her bedridden for a month. My father he… he tried to do as he had for the twins, gifting dragon eggs in the cradle as per tradition, but… Baela’s had hatched well, Rhaena’s hatched but was too weak to survive longer than a year.”
“And your own?”
“Never hatched… not even a crack.”
“Ohh… I… I’m so sorry,”
“It’s alright, both my mother and father said it was no matter, that Rhaena and I could simply claim dragons once we were older, as they did. But… that was soon cast into the fire.”
“Why?”
“Well, when we were young, and Moondancer was too small to ride, our parents would take the three of us on grand dragon rides on Vhagar and Caraxes. But… whenever we flew, I would get sick, I struggled to breathe and would go pale and even blue if we flew too high. So… they stopped taking me, rode only with the twins.”
“And you were left as just… the carriage princess, unable to fly.”
“Yes, it broke my heart to be left in carriages and on ships while my family flew above,” she sighed, “It hurts less now, I have Rhaena with me now at least, since… since mother died.”
“It was childbirth, wasn’t it?”
“It was, father never pressured her after me, he knew the strain I was, he never asked for a son again, but… she wanted to give him one… in the end, he never made it to this world and took her with him.”
“I am so sorry, Y/n.”
“It’s alright, a long time ago.”
“Well…” He began, “When you and I are Lady and Lord of Driftmark, of house Velaryon. We will have the Velaryon fleet at our helm. I promise you, you will not feel the scorn and pity of being the carriage princess; you will be our lady captain. Mistress of the fleet!” he encouraged,
“You need not do that,”
“I want to! It will not be a pitiful nickname but a title in grand honour!”
“You mean it?”
“Of course I do, you will be the lady of high tide and no one will ever call you the carriage princess again.”
“Thank you, Luke,” she smiled, giving his cheek a small kiss,
“You’re welcome,” he smiled, “and… perhaps, if one day you’d like to try and fly again, I know Arrax would fly low and gentle just to keep you safe. I’d be happy to fly with you in my arms.”
“Maybe one day,” she nodded,
“Maybe one day,” He cooed, giving her knuckles a soft little kiss. “Now, did you want to retire? Perhaps we can read some Valyrian together? Somewhere… not so hot.”
“I’d like that,” she laughed, “You’re chamber?”
“My chamber sounds perfect,” he agreed,
Lucerys rose from his chair and held Y/n’s hand tight as she picked up her book and the two headed down to his chamber to enjoy their first evening as a betrothed couple.
Media - House Of The Dragon
Character - Lucerys Velaryon (Age Up)
Couple - Lucerys X Reader
Reader - Y/n (Betrothal)
Rating - 18+ (BJ)
Word Count - 823
Lucerys lay in a rather peculiar position on his bed, one leg draped over the edge and an arm flung above his head. He wasn't especially good at planning his sleep schedule; instead, he had developed a habit of losing himself in the pages of his books or practising his Valyrian well into the night. As a result, he often found himself collapsing like a drunken hamster, completely unaware of how he had settled in for the night. Today marked the first time in a while that he had actually remembered to lie down on the bed, rather than simply collapse somewhere plush enough in his room.
Gradually, he began to stir, his body instinctively recognising that it was time to rise and prepare for whatever challenges awaited him that day. As he shifted slightly, a chill ran down his spine from the brisk breeze seeping in through the open balcony door. Frowning, he could have sworn he had closed it securely last night, but he didn’t have the luxury of time to ponder over the thought for long.
As he soon felt the familiar warmth of his beloved Y/n, her lips wrapped around the hilt of his shaft, softly sucking as she laid below his covers.
That was one sure-fire way to make him wake up in the morning.
His head rolled back against the bed as a hand moved to tangle itself in her hair. His fingers gripping gently, wordlessly communicating his want for her. "Mmm, someone's… eager this morning," he mumbled softly breathlessly.
Y/n pulled back softly, "Good morning, Lucerys." She cooed before getting right back to work
"Oh, gods…" His head tipped back more. His hand rested on her head, but not pushing. “Umm, good morning to you too…”
Y/n happily licked and kissed him in all the little spots she knows he loves. Softly sucking and gently bobbing her head at a slow but rhythmic pace, her hands on his hips to stop him arching too high off the bed.
Lucerys's free hand had gripped the sheets by his side, a little whine escaping him as she had gently kept him from arching his hips. His eyes closed as his breath came out in ragged pants.
She moaned as she simply got faster,
A shudder ran up his legs, His hand tugging a few times on her hair, silently begging her to go just a little bit faster. His breath now quick, laboured pants as his chest rose and fell. That familiar coil in the pit of his stomach was slowly getting tighter and tighter. His hand was tightly gripping her hair as he whimpered softly, "Y/n… I - nghhh… I don't think I can hold on much longer…"
Y/n hummed and nodded, getting faster,
Lucerys groaned as his hips began to twitch. "Oh gods… Y/n I'm—" before he could even finish the sentence, his jaw fell loose and a loud moan escaped him, his body trembling and shaking, his fingers gripped at the sheets so hard his knuckles had turned white. He gasped for air as he lay back against the bed, his eyes staying closed as he tried to catch his breath. "… You're gonna kill me one of these days."
Y/n giggled as she sat up and wiped her mouth. "Maybe, but still I like waking you up,"
Lucerys groaned softly, opening his eyes. "And here I thought you just liked the taste."
"Both." She smiled, taking a little of his spilt seed that still lingered on his now soft cock, picking it up on her finger and licking it off.
"You are a menace when you want to be, you know that?" he sighed, turning to put his feet on the floor, sitting up as he caught his breath and ran a hand through his hair.
“You still love me,” she cooed, lying down on his bed in her nightie,
He scoffed playfully, looking at her over his shoulder, before leaning down and capturing her lips in a deep, loving kiss, “Umm, I love you endlessly, my darling.”
“As do I,” she smiled,
“Now… I need to have a hot, steamy bath this morning,” he smiled, “You wanna come with me?” he asked as he stood up and slipped some britches on,
Without even saying a word, Y/n jumped off the bed and into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and arms around his neck,
He laughed and wrapped his own arms around her waist, “Alright, come on darling,” he cooed, kissing her softly before he began to head to the baths..
Media - House Of The Dragon
Character - Lucerys Velaryon (Age Up)
Couple - Lucerys X Reader
Reader - Y/n Targaryen
Rating - 17+
Word Count - 872
Lucerys laid on his bed, his stomach pressed against the sheets, his mind flashing back to last night. When a storm loomed over Dragonstone, waves crashed, the wind howled and the rain abused the old stone like a war raged outside the walls. Of course, Lucerys struggled to sleep through such madness, and so did his betrothal Y/n. She came into his room by candlelight and the two cuddled up in his bed until the early hours of this morning. He had spent all day missing having her in his arms, his only comfort was the small linen cover for her nightgown that she had left behind.
“Uuuuuuuhhhh….” Lucerys groaned softly, as he clutched the fabric tight to his chest inhaling the scent of her perfume that lingered within the thread.
Lucerys and Y/n had yet to be intimate as they were not wed, but that didn't help him get a little desperate. He once more inhaled the fabric, closing his eyes and picturing her in his room, cuddling as they had taken place last night. His body trembled, his desire growing by the second. He couldn't help but press his forehead onto the fabric, trying to capture more of that essence of her. Soft things always made Lucerys feel comfortable and cosy, his mother often telling tales of the blue blanket his grandsire had made for him that he carried around the castle until pried away from it at age eight. In some ways, since this morning her cover had in its own way become a new blanket he could snuggle, with comforting memories of his beloved.
“Ummmm…. Y/n….” he whined, he could contently snuggle with it all day.
Suddenly the door to his chambers opened and before he could even move, Y/n came in dressed in her black gown for the day. "Lucerys sweetheart? Have you seen my-" she suddenly stopped short seeing her betrothed laid on his bed all but humping the life of out her cover,
His head shot up, and his eyes wide as if he were suddenly awoken from a dream. His face flushed even more, mouth stumbling to find words. "I, um, I-I…"
"…what is going on?" She asked carefully a small smile growing across her lips,
Lucerys avoided eye contact, his usual rosy cheeks turning a deep shade of scarlet. He gripped the nightie tightly, desperately trying to come up with a good excuse. "I… I was just.." Luke muttered, looking down at the nightie and then back up at her. "I was…um…just seeing if it needed to be washed… or something."
“Mhm,” She laughed, "Lucerys? Are you snuggling me nightie?"
He felt embarrassed to get caught like this. His cheeks flushed even more, but he managed to crack a small smile. His fingers fidgeted with the fabric as he finally nodded. "I… might be." He admitted coyly. "It smells like you… and it felt… nice."
She smiled and sat on the bed with him kissing his cheek, "That is very sweet,"
Luke couldn't help but melt at her closeness and the soothing comfort of her touch. He leaned into her kiss, relishing in the moment. "I just… I like having something that reminds me of you…" He said in a soft tone, still holding her nightie in his hands. "Sometimes when you're not here… I like to hold it… and imagine you're here with me."
"It's okay, after we get married you never have to spend a night without me in your bed ever again,"
Luke's eyes lit up at the thought of that, his heart fluttering with joy. He looked at her with a tender smile, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and affection. "I can't wait," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "The thought of falling asleep with you every night, waking up right next to you…it's all I could ever want."
She softly kissed his forehead, "If it brings you comfort. Keep my it."
Luke was touched by her words, and he pulled the nightie closer to him, feeling a sense of security in its presence.
"Thank you," he said softly, his eyes meeting hers. "It means a lot to me." He then pulled her into a tight hug, nuzzling his cheek into her neck, taking in her scent, and wanting to be as close to her as possible. “I shall miss you, so terribly these nights we’ll be apart.”
"I know, I will too." She smiled giving him one final kiss before she got to her feet fixing her gown as she went to the door, "And Luke sweetheart? If you ever want… Something more intimate to sniff and snuggle with, let me know."
Luke blushed even more, He nodded shyly, his mouth feeling dry. "I…I will." He replied, his eyes following her as she made her way out of the room. He couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness about the possibility. He held the cover tighter to his chest and laid down almost wistfully on his bed. “Ummmm Y/n…” He cooed,
Media - House Of The Dragon
Character - Lucerys Velaryon (Age up)
Couple - Lucerys X Reader
Reader - Y/n (Betrothal)
Rating - Smutty
Word Count - 2934
Part One
They weaved in and out through the winding caves and tunnels as they tried to keep from tripping over themselves. Lucerys, for all his efforts, was finding it quite the challenge to keep up with Y/n, as she had a bit of a lead on him. He didn’t mind it much however, seeing as how he got a good view of her every once in a while as they ran through the caves.
The pair looked like madmen to the dragon keepers, giggling as they bolted up the castle steps. Lucerys was running a bit faster, but he was losing steam quickly, starting to wheeze and pant with every step. He tried his best to keep up with her, not wanting to lose the race.
"aww? Tried out Luke?" Y/n stopped at the top of the stairs turning to face him as he was almost halfway down, "it's alright take your time, I'm sure we'll get your stamina up over time!" she smirked as she grabbed the hem of her shirt dress and for a few brief seconds she pulled it up flashing him her skin, as well as the tight binding around her breasts before she dropped it down again, she winked and blew him a kiss before she continues to bolt towards her chambers.
His mouth was agape as he got a good look of her binding where she always wrapped up for a dragon ride and the skin of her stomach, the sight alone making his heart race. He growled to himself, his face beet red as he ran after her.
She was getting further and further away, and his legs were getting tired. He had a competitive fire in his stomach, however, and the image of her in her dress and her exposed stomach was just too enticing to give up now.
finally he got into the castle and he knew it wasn't far to her chambers with almost everything he had he bolted to the chamber wheezing and gasping but finally he got there and saw her sitting on her bed waiting for him having tossed her archery equipment by the door,
He stopped right at the entrance to her room, panting and wheezing loudly with every breath, trying to suck in as much air as he can. He bent over, resting his hands on his knees as he tried to steady himself, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to recover from the sprint. The sight of her made him want to run and pounce on her right then and there.
"awww you poor thing, come here" she cooed as she saw just how much he was struggling, she took his hand and let him sit in her bed with her "come here my sweetheart," she cooed wrapping her arms around him and pulling his head to lay on her chest so he could match his breathing to hers, and her hand stroking his hair,
His breathing slowed as his head leaned against her chest, listening to her heartbeat and matching it with every breath. The sound of her sweet voice was soothing, and he found himself immediately relaxing in her embrace. Her hand stroking his hair felt amazing, and he began to melt into her. His own hand snaked its way around her midsection, grasping gently as if he needed to hold onto something to keep himself grounded and a satisfied sigh escaped his lips.
"Aww that better lucerys? All nice and snug?" She cooed kissing his forehead,
He nodded, a soft smile on his face as she kissed his forehead. He nuzzled himself further into her embrace, his hand still rubbing her stomach. He closed his eyes and buried his face against her chest, listening to the soothing sound of her heart beat, as if it were a lullaby. “Mhm. This is much better.” he muttered, his voice soft and raspy from the running.
"Good, well you snuggle as close and as tight as you want!"
He took her by her word and snuggled up in her embrace tighter. His grip on her increased, to the point where she was surprised at just how much strength he used to pull her close. Despite all his previous excitement and arousal, the exhaustion of running quickly caught up to him, and the comfort of her bed combined with her arms around him made his eyelids grow heavy as a wave of drowsiness began to overwhelm him.
"humm sleepy boy" she cooed,
Despite his eyes being closed, a small smile crept across his face. The sound of her voice was like honey to his ears and filled him with the feeling of comfort. As for all his previous excitement and eagerness from their race and the possibility of what they could do, now all he wanted to do was to lay in her arms and rest against her. ”Mhm,” he muttered in agreement, his voice still soft and raspy, “just for a moment…”
"how about this, you stay awake just a couple extra minutes while I get changed okay? I'm still in my riding clothes after all. And if you stay awake till I'm changed then I promise you get to cuddle up and snuggle with me while you have a little nap, and while you're napping those hands can wander wherever they like, that a deal?"
His eyes jolted open at her proposition, a feeling of excitement surging through him all of a sudden. He was tired of course, but the idea of being allowed free reign over her body while he got to rest was too enticing to ignore. He quickly nodded his head, looking up at her with wide eyes. ”Yeah,” he said quickly, practically stumbling over the word in his eagerness. “Yeah, deal.”
Y/n chuckled and gave his cheek another kiss before she climbed off the bed, "hummm what should I wear... Not really bedtime for a nightie, but we don't want anything too thick and heavy for laying in bed" she teased as she flicked though her wardrobe
Lucerys watched her, his eyes tracing her body from his spot on the bed. He noticed that her trousers and blouse were starting to cling to her body from all the sweat from their running, and it made his eyes start to linger in certain spots. ”I don’t know,” he said slowly, his eyes still traveling up and down her body, “if it gets me more time to look at you… I don’t mind what you pick out.” he added with a smirk.
"humm... I know the perfect thing" she smiled as she picked out a dress,
His eyes widened a bit when she pulled out the black and red summer dress. It was light and thin, the perfect thing for the warm summer nights, but it left little to the imagination. He smirked as he saw it laid out before her, his eyes already taking in the contours of her body beneath the fabric. “Gods, yes,” he mumbled under his breath, his eyes still watching her as she prepared to change.
"a gentleman would turn away if a lady was charging" she teased as she began by putting her foot up on the bed and slowly unlacing her boot
He chuckled as she teased him, although he didn’t turn away. He watched her intently as she unlaced her boot, his eyes raking up her leg in a not-so-gentlemanly way. He smiled deviously as he leaned back into the bed, his arms behind his head as he got a better view of her from his lying position. “You never said I had to turn away,” he shot back with a smirk.
"no, I suppose not. After all we are going to be married soon" she chuckled slipping off her boots leaving her feet bare
He chuckled along with her, his eyes looking down at her bare feet, admiring them for a moment. They were slender and slender and smooth, and he had the sudden urge to lean forward and kiss them. He quickly snapped himself out of that thought however as he smirked playfully at her once more. “Well if we’re going to be wed then, I might as well get used to seeing you change, right?” he taunted.
"true" she smiled as she unlaced the red trousers, they where almost skin tight for her curves given the trousers were made for men and thus didn't properly fit her, she slowly tugged them off exposing her bare legs but her little shirt dress concealing her intimates
He took in her bare legs almost like a starved man staring at a feast. His eyes feasted on her exposed skin trailing up each inch exposed to him, appreciating the view he had of her legs and what was hidden beneath her shirt dress. He could feel the growing excitement within him, a feeling that only increased as she turned away to throw her trousers to the side. ”You’re a tease,” he stated bluntly, grinning as he did so, “but gods, I love it.”
she chuckled as she lifted her shirt dress over her head and tossed it with her trousers leaving her with only the binding around her chest to keep her concealed, with her bare ass him but she glanced over her shoulder to watch him looking at her
His eyes widened, His cheeks went from rosy pink to dark red as he got caught ogling her, but he didn’t care. He shamelessly looked at her, his eyes roaming over her body from behind, taking in every inch of her smooth skin. ”Seven Hells… you’re beautiful,” he muttered under his breath, his voice a combination of awe and desire.
"does it excite you?" She asked moving her hand to undo the binding slowly but surely unwrapping it from around her chest each inch it unwraps her chest getting looser and looser,
His breathing began to quicken as he watched her. His eyes darted down to her hands, following the pattern they made as she unwrapped her chest, his imagination going wild as he thought of what she would look like without it and all those layers concealing her body. ”Gods yes,” he said, his voice a bit shaky as he watched her, “you have no idea how much.” His eyes never once left her body, not even to blink it seemed as he fixated on her every move.
she chuckled "I'm sure I have some Idea Luke" she teased her eyes meeting with the very obvious bulge in his trousers
He swallowed as her eyes flicked between his and the tent in his pants. He knew it was there, as it has been there ever since they raced. He could feel himself growing more and more excited the more her body was exposed. He wanted to pounce on her right there and then, and only sheer force of will and her promise of him being able to have free reign of her body held him back from doing so. “Tease,” he replied back, panting slightly as he watched her hands work the binding.
"maybe" she smiled as she finally Finished with her binding leaving her completely exposed her whole self to him,
He practically had to pick his jaw up off the floor as the last piece of her binding came off. His eyes widened, staring with his mouth hung open in awe. She was beautiful, he already knew it, but now in this moment, seeing her completely exposed, he thought she was the most beautiful thing in all of Westeros. It was as if he was staring at a work of art, he couldn’t bring himself to speak for a few moments. “Gods… you’re…” he started to say, but the words seemed to get stuck in his throat. His mouth hung open for a few more seconds as he stared at her, trying to work up the words to describe how he felt in that moment. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and he had to force himself not to jump from the bed and take her right then and there. But he stayed, letting his eyes drink in the wonderful sight before him, of her gorgeous hair, stunning face, sweet slender neck, perfect perky breasts, sweet waist, ravishing hips, an immaculate cunt, precious thighs, and long beautiful legs. "Gods, you're perfect," he finally whispered, his voice filled with reverence.
"awww your too sweet Luke" she laughed, As she stood with her arms behind her back making sure he got a good view of every inch of her body, "You excited? That this is the body you'll be married to?"
“I- I will thank the gods daily, for the honour of being married to you. And your… Captivating body,”
Y/n chuckled grabbing the dress she picked out and tossing it over her head slipping it on, the dress just met her knees, no sleeves, and was thin enough he could see every curve, she smiled and gave him a little twirl "this one nice?"
Lucerys couldn't help but watch her the way it hugged every curve of her body. His eyes practically followed her every movement as the dress went on her body, and when she spun around to show it off, he had to swallow back the lump in his throat and force himself to keep breathing regularly. "Gods yes," he said with an almost strangled voice, his eyes never leaving her body, "definitely this one."
"you ready for a cuddle?"
”Yeah, yeah, I’m ready,” he replied, a smile on his face, “and more than ready to have my hands on you.”
Y/n chuckled as she came and sat on the bed her back against the headboard opening her arms for him to come cuddle her
He quickly and eagerly scooted over to her, practically falling into her arms. His body pressed up against hers, his hand snaking around her waist as he laid his head against her chest. He wrapped his arms around her tighter, holding her body snug and close to his, his face resting just above her breasts.
she laughed a little at him "Egar aren't you, I see where Arrax gets it from when he's cuddled up with Silverspike"
He chuckled, ”Well it’s not everyday I get to cuddle against the most beautiful woman in Westeros, you know,” he replied, nuzzling his face further into her chest and taking a deep breath. Her scent was intoxicating, and it only increased his hunger to be even closer to her.
"awww your so sweet" she cooed kissing his forehead
He smiled at the feeling of her lips on his skin, enjoying the sweet gesture despite his own hunger. While his body was begging to ravish her right there and then, he found himself enjoying this moment of tenderness between them as well. He buried his face deeper into her chest, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the feeling of her body against his.
"you enjoying your little snuggle?" she broke the silence after a good while,
He nodded into her chest, his arms still wrapped tight around her, holding her body close to his. Her voice was soft and soothing, almost like a song that beckoned him to fall asleep, but he refused to give in just yet despite how tired he was. “Mhm. It’s perfect,” he mumbled against her chest, his face pressed into her flesh as he nuzzled into her.
"good, you enjoy it sweetheart. And remember our deal you can cuddle and kiss and touch whatever you'd like to have only to ask"
A feeling of excitement washed over him as she reminded him of their deal, and his mind immediately went crazy with thoughts of all the things he could do to her and where he would start. His hand began to wander, gently caressing her stomach as he mumbled against her chest. “I know,” he whispered, his voice still raspy and a bit shaky, “but I don’t know where to start first…”
"whatever you'd like too" she cooed "anywhere that might help this poor tense boy" she cooed stroking her hand across his hip and then over the bulge that had formed
He exhaled deeply, a shaky breath escaping his lips as her hand moved over his hips, now mere inches away from the tent that was already forming in his pants. His hand stopped caressing her stomach as he grew more and more tense, his muscles growing taut as his excitement began to build. “Gods, don’t tease…” he mumbled, his body practically shivering at her touch, “I don’t think I’ll last long otherwise…”
"I won't tease, I won't touch, it's all up to you" she smiled moving her hands to simply play with his hair
He practically groaned at her words, both in frustration and in anticipation. On one hand, he was already growing impatient with her gentle teasing, his frustration rising as she kept refusing to touch him where he wanted. But on the other hand, he knew that she was only doing this to drive him crazy, and the thought of her in control made him even more excited. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, and leaned into her touch as she ran her hands through his hair. “Gods you’re cruel…” he said with a hoarse voice. He closed his eyes as she continued to play with his hair, his body relaxing into her touch. But his mind was still racing, still consumed by thoughts of her body and the desire to touch her. His hand on her stomach had started to wander again, gently tracing the outline of her curves. “I want to touch you…” he muttered after a moment, his voice thick with desire, “I want to touch you everywhere….”
"of course, that was our deal you can touch anything you like so long as you ask"
