Crack That
Summary: Your boss is Maekar Targaryen and for that some would wish you luck, some would tell you to run away–but really, you’d rather fall in love
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Chapter 5-Dornish Holiday: The Whistling Cave
Rating: Explicit (and for the next chapters)
word count: 8.62k
Pairings: Maekar Targaryen x Reader (Y/N), Baelor Targaryen x OFC, Valarr Targaryen x Kiera of Tyrosh, Rhaegel Targaryen x Alys Arryn, Maron Martell x Daenerys Targaryen-Martell, Aerys Targaryen x Aelinor Penrose
Characters: Maekar Targaryen, OFC-Reader (Y/N), Baelor Targaryen, The Maekarlings, Daeron II a.k.a. Daerry, Valarr Targaryen, Kiera Targaryen, Matarys Targaryen, Myriah Martell, Maron Martell, Daenerys Targaryen-Martell, Alys Arryn, Aelor Targaryen, Aelora Targaryen, Daenora Targaryen, Brynden “Bloodraven” Rivers, and mentions of Dyanna Dayne (RIP queen),
Tags: Modern!AU Maekar Targaryen, 18+/Explicit for the next chapter/s, MDNI, corporate baddie Maekar, age gap (reader is 29, turning 30; Maekar is 49), Reader is a WOC; what ethnicity or nationality, it’s up to you, But for me her faceclaim is Kim Molina (Filipina Actress); explicit sex scenes (p in v), oral sex (m/f both receiving), unprotected sex, pulling out (Maekar knows best, trust), shower sex; TW: mentions of substance and alcohol abuse
a/n: in Bridgerton, the 5th episode of a season is usually the sex episode. I guess for this fic, this is the sex chapter. Hope ya'll enjoy because I enjoyed writing this one 😏
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As much as you and Maekar wanted to stay in bed the whole day–Daeny came to the door herself to wake you both up.
Daeny blared over the door, “Wake up! No more fucking! It’s lunch time, you already skipped breakfast! See you both in the orange orchard in thirty minutes.”
They must have heard both of you earlier this morning, but you and Maekar didn’t care. You both sauntered naked inside the room, but he sat down on the divan, pulling you down with him.
You urged him, “Come on, we have to get ready!”
He pulled you in to kiss you again. “Fine. But we shower together.”
You chuffed but Maekar attacked you with kisses on your face and neck.
“What? It’s eco-friendly, it saves up water,” teased Maekar.
When you were inside the bathroom, Maekar turned on the shower and adjusted the heat. He kissed you again as the steam filled the entirety of the bathroom. That kiss deepened and he touched you between your legs. You were still sore from what you did earlier, but you welcomed Maekar’s touch. He pulled you inside the shower and he stood behind the running water, then he kissed you and squeezed your breasts.
“Maekar…” you gasped as he played with your nipples.
He turned you around and lifted your leg up so he could fuck you again. Maekar stuck his cock again inside you and fucked you senseless under running water. It was a difficult position given your height difference, but he held you all the while and he made sure you’d come on his cock.
“I want to be inside you… always,” groaned Maekar.
Your moans bounced against the tiles of the bathroom, his pace got quicker and not long after, he made you come again.
Maekar also came and he spilled on your butt, but the water washed it off after. It was in the back of your mind–he was not going to risk impregnating you.
He was about to kiss you again, but you pushed away his lips with your finger.
“We only have thirty minutes to get ready! Maekar–”
But he didn’t listen, he kissed you again and marked your neck with small bites. You laughed at his playful intrusion. You were right all along, Maekar only needed to let off some steam so he won’t be always grumpy.
But fucking seven hells, how long has this man went on without sex? Now he wants it every minute. Not that I’m complaining…
“A lot can happen in thirty minutes.”
You answered that with a kiss and no more.
“I’m hungry. We can’t fuck then eat nothing! We need to recharge our energy.”
Maekar nipped your chin. “Fine. We’ll do this again later.”
You and Maekar helped each other while bathing; you used his shower gel and now you smell like him. You helped him wash his hair, he scrubbed your body down with his soap–though he focused on your breasts as he made soap lather on your body. When you two were out of the shower, Maekar helped you get ready; he tied the strings of your black sundress that had a red lining underneath. It paired well with his black collared shirt number two.
When you came out of the room, he kissed you again, but Valarr and Kiera saw you in the corridors. Valarr had to clear his throat so that their presence would be known before you and Maekar could fuck each other again and at that very spot.
“Kepa Maekar?”
You were surprised by Valarr’s gentle reminder that they exist; you quickly gave Maekar some space and both of you blushed, while Kiera stifled her giggling.
Maekar abruptly replied, “Oh, Valarr. Good morning–”
You corrected Maekar, “It’s noon.”
He muttered, “Noon! Oh, it’s noon.”
Valarr smiled at his Uncle, but he continued, “Have you heard? Kepa has arrived from Kingslanding.”
“Baelor’s here?” breathed Maekar.
“And Kepa Aerys.”
You both looked at each other, but you had to ask, “Is Jonquil with Baelor?”
Kiera answered, “Yes. Actually… Daeny sent us here to fetch you. She said that you were taking too long.”
Valarr and Kiera eyed each other, knowing now what kept their Kepa Maekar and his girlfriend from lunch.
“Anyway… let’s go?” chirped Valarr.
Valarr and Kiera walked after you, maybe just to make sure your kissing wouldn’t delay you and Maekar again.
As you took the path to the orange orchard, hand in hand with Maekar–you had a little self-reflection while being still sore from sex. First and foremost… you and Maekar finally fucked. That was the one thing not included in the contract and both of you avoided at all cost–and the thing you didn’t want to tie you down to Maekar. But still, it happened.
The second thing was, you were falling head over heels for Maekar. It’s no longer a happy crush or an unrequited love… It's just love.
The orange orchard was another part of the Water Gardens that overlooks the pools and the closest garden to the Royal apartments. A table was set at the converging orange trees where the leaves would give the thickest shade; the meal served at lunch was, of course, seafood–cooked in different sauces; roasted chicken and lamb; salads and roasted vegetables, and for dessert, lemon cakes.
Daeny clapped her hands when she saw you and Maekar approaching the table; while your eyes immediately went to Baelor and Jonquil. You quickly went to Jonquil to hug her while she sat.
“J! I’m so happy you’re here!” you gushed.
“Surprise!” chimed Jonquil.
Daeny pointed it out, “You’re friends with Jonie?”
Both at the same time, you and Jonquil answered, “Best friends!”
You both laughed; you do both share one brain cell and nothing will change that. Jonquil reserved you a seat beside her and now you sat between her and Kiera–it was the girlfriends opposite their boyfriends.
Meanwhile, Aerys and Aelinor sat near the head of the table; it was the first time you met Aerys’ wife and she was a tall blonde woman who at first glance, would look like she is a Targaryen herself.
Egg spoke up at the table, “Ñāmar, can we swim on the beach later?”
“Sure!” beamed Daeny, she then added, “How about this, you can come with your Uncle Maron when they go fishing.”
Egg’s face lit up and he almost jumped on his seat, “Yes! Thank you, Ñāmar!”
The day’s activity was set–it was just swimming and fishing. But you could see Maekar across the table and you can tell that he’d rather do other activities with you.
Jonquil whispered to you, “If I would look under this table, would I find you two playing footsies?”
You blushed and quietly gasped, “Jonie!”
Jonquil smirked at you. “We heard you, girl… Our room is just beside yours.”
You snickered, “Did everybody hear us?”
“We can only hope that the kids didn’t hear any of that,” japed Jonquil as her eyes widened in humor.
You blushed again, but Kiera joined your hushed conversation.
“Actually, we heard it too.”
You wanted to be swallowed up by the ground in shame, but Kiera and Jonquil giggled. They were taking a piss at you.
“You two are evil!”
Jonquil urged, “Oh, babes! Baelor and I heard you, that one’s true!”
You leaned close to Jonquil so Kiera won’t hear. “I’m still sore from it, actually.”
Jonquil smirked. “What? You’re not used to your hung old man?”
You replied, “Well, it’s been a while since I’ve had sex.”
Jonquil raised an eyebrow at you. “What do you mean?”
Wait.
You’ve been inconsistent with what you’ve told Jonquil. You’ve already told her that you and Maekar had sex already.
“I-I mean… It’s…”
Jonquil whispered, “It’s your first time with Maekar? You’ve never fucked before?”
Your mind tried to think of an alibi, but you chose to give Jonquil the half-truth.
“Well. I lied then. Because we weren’t ready yet at that time. It’s new, you know that.”
Jonquil only nodded in response. Her smile of approval had appeared too late.
“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right,” acquiesced Jonquil.
Once that conversation was done, Kiera told a joke that made you all laugh but tried to keep it down; you were two girlfriends and now three.
“Look at them, getting along,” sighed Baelor.
But Valarr was smiling in Kiera's way; what he didn’t know, he was being observed by Daeron. His cousin could see him touching the pocket of his shirt and inside was an odd boxy shape inside it.
Daeron knew what it was–he already saw it in his dreams–the day Kiera would wed Valarr… and there was nothing he could do to change that.
Valarr spoke up, “They fit right in the family, don’t they, Kepa Maekar?”
Maekar turned to his nephew, then his gaze went to her. It was true–she looked beautiful when she’s happy and he would do anything just to see her like that always.
Back at your side of the table, you could see that your men were talking about you three; you could see Maekar’s gaze was glued to you while he talked to Baelor and Valarr. In some moments, you wanted to pinch yourself if it’s true that the man you have wanted for so long, returns your feelings. What you said would take heaven and earth collaborating for it to happen, was right there–making heart eyes with you from time to time.
It was too good to be true, you were willing to forget that there is still a contract wedged between you and Maekar. You even thought, what if he terminates the contract and truly takes you as his girlfriend? What would happen then? Is the position in the Oldtown office you were promised, still holds? Your mind tried not to think too much about it, right now you just want to enjoy that vacation.
After lunch, you and the girls changed into your own swimwear. They noticed that Maekar lurked behind you, wanting to keep you for himself, so they kept you away from Maekar–declaring that they are cockblocking you and Maekar, or else you might end up with his seventh child. They were doing it for your sake and that you should spend more time with the girls.
The entire family went down the beach at the foot of the hill. All of you settled at the grand beach house that belongs to the Crown; you took Jonquil and Kiera’s help with putting sunscreen on the kids and some of the boys. Maekar had already turned pink with just a few minutes under the sun, so to speak.
Kiera handled Valarr and Daeron, while Matarys and Rhaegel’s kids went to Jonquil. You handled all of Maekar’s kids which left you at a disadvantage because you have to round them up. Baelor and Rhaegel had no problem under the sun because they inherited the complexion of a salty Dornishman. When it was Egg’s turn, you made sure that even his bald head had sunscreen on. You counted that Daella, Rhae, and Egg were done, then Aemon came to you and you put sunscreen on his face.
“Hello, I’m Aemon,” chirped Aemon.
You smiled brightly at him, he was the most mild-mannered of all Maekar’s children, but you can see a certain precociousness behind his lilac eyes that Egg also possesses.
“Hi, Aemon. Nice to finally meet you,” then you mentioned your name to introduce yourself.
“Egg told me that you help him take care of his cats.”
“I do, next week we’ll bring the momma cat to the vet to be fixed,” you explained as you gently rubbed sunscreen on his face.
Aemon sighed, “That’s good. He sends me pictures of his cats every time, look." Then Aemon showed the conversation thread between and his brother.
You saw that Egg never forgets to chat with Aemon during the times he has no lessons, then you saw the cat photos and memes they exchange with each other.
Aemon sighed, “I hope I can see them someday.”
You gently replied to him, “You will.”
He gave you a tight-lipped smile and for a minute there, you saw what Maekar might have looked like when he was a fifteen year old boy. He ran to Egg and they play-fought for a while until they laughed out loud.
You shouted it out, “Who hasn’t had sunscreen on them yet?”
Matarys pointed out Aerion, but Aerion shouted, “No! Sunscreen is for wussies!”
You cursed in your native dialect directed at Aerion and you had your hand on your hip–at that moment you were channeling your mother’s spirit when her children were unruly. Aerion’s grin disappeared when you hit that pose.
“Aerion! You get your ass here!”
The aunts, and most of all–Myriah, were surprised that Aerion obeyed you immediately; he couldn’t meet everyone’s gazes as he went to you. You were even surprised that it worked.
He muttered, “Get on with it.”
You rubbed the sunscreen on his face and arms and grumbled, “I am not letting any one of you white boys get sunburn, not on my watch!”
“How about me?”
You turned to your right and Maekar was there. He pushed his son away so he could stand before you.
“I’m next. Go run along!” ordered Maekar.
You both looked at each other as you squeezed the white liquid that is the sunscreen in your palm. Maekar’s eyes smiled, then you said,
“Remind you of something?”
He smirked at you, then he replied, “That reminds me of what happened earlier this morning.”
You smiled naughtily as you applied the sunscreen on Maekar’s chest. You bit your lip as you continued putting more sunscreen on Maekar’s body while he wore a loose, white tank top.
“You want me to put it on you?” offered Maekar.
Kiera and Jonquil cleared their throats. Kiera spoke up,
“Uhm, Uncle Maekar, I thought you were going fishing with Uncle Maron?”
Both of you groaned exasperatedly; you were not sure why cockblocking you both was necessary. So, Maekar stole a kiss from you and then he winked at you.
“See you later.”
Then he ran away and headed to the docks where Prince Maron and the rest of the men waited for him on a boat. The scene they had just witnessed left Kiera and Jonquil clutching their invisible pearls.
“I never knew Maekar was such a lover boy,” gasped Jonquil.
“And I thought Baelor was the romantic one,” added Kiera.
Both of them nudged you and teased you. You had to admit, that made your heart do somersaults.
Most of the men went fishing, and the boys went with them; while the older women sat by the wide beach brollies. Daella sat with her Nonna because she was not allowed to swim given her condition. You supervised Rhae, Aelor, Aelora as you swam with the women. Alys even took Daenora to the water. There, Aelinor introduced herself to you.
“I heard both of you met Maekar and Baelor at work,” remarked Aelinor.
Jonquil answered politely, “Yes, we did.”
Then Aelinor just casually said, “It used to be me, Jena, and Dyanna who went with our husbands on vacation. Now it’s you three.”
Alys nervously, “I’m here, too.”
Aelinor tapped Alys’ shoulder, “Of course, you are, Alys.”
After that interaction, Aelinor went back to the brollies. But Alys spoke up,
“Don’t mind her. She’s a little…”
You completed the sentence for Alys, “Bitchy?”
Alys chuckled, “Just a little. Maybe she just misses her friends… It used to be them, but Jena’s divorced from Baelor now. While Dyanna…” she trailed off, but continued, “I came in as a later addition to the family.”
Daenora blabbered and you took her from her Mum so Alys could be free to talk, while Kiera made faces to entertain Daenora.
“Really? How come?” asked Jonquil.
Alys shyly replied, “I used to be Reg’s aide.”
You noticed that Alys was a little apprehensive admitting that, but you put your arms over her shoulder.
“Don’t worry, Alys–you’re one of the girls now.”
She smiled widely at you, Jonquil, and Kiera. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” you beamed at her.
You enjoyed the time with your friends and the whole day felt like paradise on earth. The men came back from fishing and they caught a large tuna and they dived for sea urchins, caught by Uncle Maron himself, despite his age. The sea urchins were immediately put in the freezer for dinner.
Because a lot happened, you and Maekar weren’t able to spend time alone together; all of you were informed that you will stay the night in the beach house, too bad, the women and the men were to sleep in separate bedrooms.
After dinner, the adults went drinking by the shore over a small bonfire, while a full moon was high up in the sky. The couples sat side by side, while Daeron, Aerion, and Matarys sat with their Nonna Myriah. Uncle Brynden sat with them too and had brought his own liquor which he said he made himself. Matarys and Aerion drank but couldn’t handle the strong liquor.
“Stop acting like green fucking boys,” laughed Uncle Brynden.
Daeron, who handled his sobriety very well, only had a mug of tea in hand.
“I thought you won’t be able to come,” Maekar said to Baelor.
Baelor answered, “The meeting ended earlier than we expected and we wouldn’t miss the opportunity to follow all of you here.”
Aerys sat beside Rhaegel and they were fondly talking to each other–the sibling who followed him in the order of birth. You observed that they love Rhaegel and never treated him differently; every time Baelor, Aerys, and Maekar interacted with Rhaegel, you only see them treat Rhaegel with respect and love.
Rhaegel rocked gently back and forth on his chair as he spoke, “I’m just… just happy all of you are here. We’re almost complete…”
Myriah looked down, she knew what her son meant.
He tapped on his lap and added, “I miss Kepa.” then Rhaegel turned to his mother, “Mum, when will Kepa visit us?”
Uncle Brynden answered that, “Daeron would like to come some time. It will be very soon, Reg.”
Myriah chided, “My son is special, but he is not stupid, Bloodraven. Don’t give him promises that Daeron cannot keep.”
Myriah was the only one who can call Uncle Brynden that moniker to his face. Daeny and Maron adjusted on their seats; even Maron knew that his elder sister’s authority stands, even if she had forfeited her birthright as heir. Aerion carefully observed the interaction between his grandmother and granduncle.
Maekar dared to speak up, “Why are you even here? Did Dad think I couldn’t handle his grandchildren going on a trip?” Then he added, “Well, Baelor and Aerys are here now. Hope he’s happy.”
Uncle Brynden shook his head and he chuckled darkly.
“I know you wouldn’t believe me when I say this… I just wanted to go on a vacation. That’s all.”
He took a swig of his strong drink. “I just want to be around my family. And I felt that yesterday, especially when she decided to include me on a special mission.”
Uncle Brynden pointed at you. All eyes were on you now and it made you queasy.
“Maybe she had no one to turn to, but Val was there. He could handle that–he’s Baelor’s son. But she went to me… she, the newest addition to this family.”
Uncle Brynden smiled at you and to everyone. “Hope that answers your question, Maek.”
Uncle Brynden’s words were half-cryptic and half-clear, but his honesty could be seen through. You gave him a faint smile and he returned it with a sad smile. The conversations kept on, until the only people left in your circle were you, Maekar, Daeron, Daeny, and Aerion.
Daeny talked to Daeron, “How are you holding up, Daeron?”
Daeron had finished his cup of tea. “This helps. All thanks to her,” he pointed at you, “She gave me this. I think it does help.”
He stared out into the dying fires of the bonfire. He looked up and his eyes had unshed tears.
“But recently… I’m starting to lose control.”
Maekar stared at his firstborn. You observed that he wanted to reach out to him, but he hesitated for a moment.
Daeny asked, “Why is that?”
“Because… Kiera’s here.”
Aerion looked up at his older brother. You could tell that Aerion knew something, but out of respect to his brother, he never told anyone else.
Daeny shifted in her seat. “She’s been asking why you were avoiding her.”
Daeron shrugged. “If she knew, would she even understand?”
You butted in the conversation. “Why wouldn’t she? You used to be friends.”
Aerion scoffed at you, “You talk like you know us.”
You shook your head, “I’m trying, Aerion. I really am.”
Aerion muttered under his breath, “Sod off.”
Maekar grumbled at his son, “You watch your mouth, you idiot!”
You touched Maekar’s hand and continued, “You know, Aerion… You have no choice, I would always care… I will be on your business all the time–I will put some sunscreen on you like you're my kid.”
He glared at you, but you continued, “Want to know why? Because I love your Father.”
Daeny and Daeron stared at you in wonder, as you explained it all carefully to Aerion.
“In extension, I will love all of you. You’re in my life now as much as I’m in yours. I know it sounds corny, but that’s just a fact, whether you like it or not.”
Aerion tensed his jaws while he looked away from you.
“This is good. You’re being honest… hope you can also be honest with your feelings towards Duncan–”
Aerion suddenly stood up and threw the glass tumbler he had on his hand on the stone floor. He left your group and ventured out into the darkness.
Maekar turned to you, his gaze was questioning.
“I’ll tell you about it sometime,” you hummed and touched his knee.
Now you all turned to Daeron who said, “He’ll come around. He wasn’t always like that.”
Daeron’s gaze went to Maekar. He answered his son, “He was a sweet boy.”
Daeny stood and touched Daeron’s shoulder. “Talk to Kiera. It will solve everything.”
Daeny bid all of you a good night and she left. Daeron also left the bonfire and went back to the beach house. Until it was just you and Maekar.
“Felt like we just had a therapy session,” huffed Maekar.
You smiled at him. He took your hand to kiss it and you looked up at him. His arm wrapped around your shoulder.
He mumbled, “Are you going to bed now?”
Your eyes met his gaze, his eyes looked beautiful by the fire, his nose, his lips, his face–everything about him was beautiful, but sadly, he doesn’t know that.
“You’re beautiful.”
Maekar’s brows were furrowed like you had just told him that pigs can fly. So you repeated it,
“You’re a beautiful man.”
He looked away and grunted, “And you must be drunk,”
But he faced the light of the bonfire that made him look angelic and proved your point, but he just couldn’t accept it. Right on time, the bonfire died out. You were not sure what time it was, but the darkness covered both of you; so Maekar kissed you. His breath smelled of whisky, but his lips tasted better than liquor… and it made you want for more. Maekar pulled you on his lap and you straddled his hips.
“There’s no one here to cockblock us,” you murmured into his lips.
“No. You’re all mine… all mine.”
He kissed you again and his hands grabbed your breasts and pinched your nipples. You moaned in his mouth, while you felt him getting harder under you.
“Oh gods…” Maekar moaned in your ear as you started to grind yourself on his erection.
His mouth found your cheek, kissed you on the neck, and licked behind your ear. You wanted to be lost in the sensation of him marking and kissing you. Without any hesitation, both of you went to the small hut nearby that was used for storage.
Once both of you entered the hut, Maekar pulled out the cot by the side. You felt a little scared that you would get caught, but it didn’t matter when Maekar started to strip. You did the same and you found each other in the dark. Maekar bent you to his kiss while his hands grabbed and squeezed your breasts.
“You really love these, huh?” you teased him.
“You have no idea,” he whispered, then he put his mouth on your left breast.
You groaned as his tongue circled on your nipple and his teeth softly pulled on it.
“Fuck… Maekar, you’re making me lose my mind…”
“Wait till I fuck your brains out.”
He made you lay down on the cot and without hesitation, darted his tongue on your slick pussy, his tongue immediately lapping up your essence. He sucked on your clit and licked it. He was diving down there for many minutes, you weren’t able to count because your body was trashing around as he ate you out. It was not enough, he inserted two digits inside and it made sure that his fingers fucked you upward, hitting your walls.
“Don’t stop that… I’m close, my love…”
He did as he was told–your back arched at your orgasm, you saw a blinding flash inside your mind-eye as your body floated because of the overstimulation.
“I love seeing you like that. Gods, you are so beautiful when you come, baby,” murmured Maekar.
You saw him stroke his member; you were ready, your body was ready to receive him again. Your fantasies about Maekar did no justice as to how much he would ravage you in reality.
He was about to fuck you in missionary, but you stopped him. “Let me be on top this time?”
You had a hint, he was used to servicing, but he needed to get used to being treated like a king. You made him lie down on the cot and you paid attention to his gods-given member.
Once the pad of your tongue licked the head, you heard him plead and moan. You proceeded to swallow his cock, your cheeks hollowed as you greedily sucked on it. He hissed at the feeling of you vacuuming his cock inside your mouth, then letting it go and sloppily bobbing your head, up and down. For a moment, you let go of his cock and you watched him moan out loud.
“You’re such a good girl.”
That motivated the fuck out of you, so you murmured, “Yeah… does my mouth feel good?”
“So good…”
Then without any warning, you swallowed his cock again; your eyes rolled back as you gagged, drool dripping over his pubes, as you slobbered his huge dick from tip to base. You felt his hands grab a fistful of your hair and push your head ever so gently. You dove in and attempted to deep throat him, you felt him gently thrust into your mouth, which made you gag. You pulled away and a line of spit connected from your lips to the tip of dick. He watched as you placed yourself above his cock, but you didn’t put it in first, you rubbed your slit on the entirety of his member. You would tease him by aligning your wet hole on the head of his cock, to which he groaned,
“Fucking seven hells, love…”
And then your wet cunt swallowed him entirely and you both moaned in satisfaction as you sheathed yourself in his cock.
“Bounce on it… show me how you’d do it,” urged Maekar.
You nodded; you started slow, but at every slide down on his cock, you would moan louder. You can only hope that the waves of the sea muted your unholy moaning.
“Maekar… fuck… I fucking love your cock, hmm!”
Your pace started to get faster, more violent at every slam, you felt it hit your g-spot. To help yourself, you stepped on his thighs and rode him hard.
“I want to–” you slammed down, “ride you–”and slammed again, “every fucking time–” and you slammed your pussy in his cock hard, “again and again!”
Maekar groaned, “My love… I can’t… I’m about to come… Your–your pussy… ahh!”
Between incoherent thoughts, you rubbed your clit so you could come again.
“Don’t come yet! I’ll decide if you can come or not!”
He nodded in agreement; you have just discovered a kink you never knew you liked and it was dominating the fuck out of Maekar Targaryen. When you rubbed your clit, you came in his cock and that made you put down your feet. When you gained strength again, you grinded your hips and had his cock buried deep inside you.
You put his hands on your breasts and made him fondle it.
“I really can’t… can’t hold on… for long…” breathed Maekar.
It was a quick moment, he pushed you away and his cock popped out of you–he spilled himself on his navel. His cum was clearer now because he had just come three times that day.
“Fuck… fucking gods…” mewled Maekar.
You could see he was unwound and incoherent. You felt pity for him because you had just undone that forty-nine year old man. But it felt satisfying, you had to admit. So you took it to yourself, you cleaned him up.
Maekar hissed, “Shit… you’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”
When you were done, he welcomed you in his arms. He embraced you tightly, like if he didn’t, you might escape and leave him. So you looked up at him and hummed,
“I’m not going anywhere… I’m here, baby.”
You put his hand on your chest as you did to him. “Feel that? I’m yours. Always yours.”
He closed his eyes and embraced you tightly. If only you could read his mind, to hear what he was thinking at the moment. He only whispered,
“Mine… You are mine.”
Then he kissed your forehead. Before heading back to the beach house, you went for a skinny dip at the sea to cool off. You played in the water and when you were done, he wrapped you in a towel when you got inside, but you can’t keep each other from kissing and embracing in the dark.
“Good night, baby… my love,” breathed Maekar as he kissed you again on the lips.
“Good night, my love.”
You both parted ways at the hall, but before you got inside the bedroom, he snuck another kiss and he got inside his designated bedroom.
Shit. I love him so much. What now?
When morning came, you woke up with Daella and Rhae jumping on you at the bed.
“Wake up! It’s breakfast time!” chimed Rhae.
“Wake up, we’re going to the Whistling Cave!” cheered Daella.
You sat up and you took them in your arms and kissed them each and greeted them good morning; Daella got tickled when you kissed her near the neck, and she laughed so hard. But you stopped and asked her,
“How are you feeling today?”
Daella shrugged. “It still feels yucky. But Nonna told me that maybe today, it will be gone.”
“Let’s hope she’s right… And don’t worry, we got you, Lala.”
You saw Daella’s eyes twinkle when you called her by her nickname.
You came out of the room and went to the gardens where the breakfast was served. Once Egg saw you come out, he needed to stick around you too. They followed you like they were your little ducklings following the mother duck. You sat in the middle of Kiera and Jonquil’s seat. Once again, Maekar sat across from you at the table. He was smiling and you were getting used to seeing him smile.
You were informed that the itinerary for the whole day is the trip to the Whistling Cave in Lemonwood, near Planky Town.
“It was on our itinerary last year, but the weather was tricky, so we weren't able to go,” said Kiera.
“What’s in there?” you asked.
Kiera explained it, “It’s a rock formation where if you say something inside the cave, there’s a chance that the people above the cave can hear you, but there are times that they can’t. If the people from above heard you, what you said or wished for will come true.”
Jonquil mused, “Ooh, that’s really spooky. I think I wanna go.”
The mini bus was prepared for the one-hour trip. Myriah chose not to go as she would want to spend the day with Maron and Daeny. Aelinor chose to stay behind. Alys also chose not to go because she had to take care of Daenora. She assured you and the girls that she is fine and because of that, Rhaegel chose to stay with his wife. Your group left past 9 o’clock and most of the passengers of the mini bus were the young ones, the three Targaryen-Martell Brothers–Baelor, Aerys, and Maekar; and last but not the least, Uncle Brynden.
You sat with Maekar, of course, but this time; Egg was your third-wheel. He told you the entire history of the Whistling Cave like he was a Maester-in-training just like Aemon. He confessed to you that it is his fifth year streak of wishing for dragons to come back.
“I will just keep on trying and who knows, the gods hear me and grant me my wish?”
Boy, I hope not.
Maekar held your hand all throughout the trip; it wouldn’t be normal if he didn’t hold your hand. You were sure that he feels the same way towards you–you’ve had sex three times now, it must mean something to Maekar. Now you’re thinking about it… if the contract ends, you’ll no longer need that promotion in Oldtown. You will ask your Mother and Brother to move with you in Kingslanding. It would be a win-win situation–you wouldn’t have to leave Egg, Daeron, Rhae, Daella, and Aerion. You could be with them every time.
And with Maekar.
You didn’t mind the travel time to the Whistling Cave because your mind was occupied with planning ahead what will happen when the contract expires. You thought about it, next month, Lysanne would come back from her maternity leave. You will ask her if she could recommend you to a promotion in Logistics. You were too shy to ask Maekar, given he is the head of Logistics. It would be a conflict of interest and may garner more raised eyebrows not just from the office people, but from the shareholders too.
Not long after, the view to the Whistling Cave appeared by the windows of the mini bus. The hurtling waves looked angry as it slapped against the tall rock formations; carved by the sea through the years. The mini bus entered a winding downhill road that led to the parkway and luckily, there were still a few tourists who loitered the area. The mini bus parked by the entrance and you saw that there was a small gift shop and a cafe where the tourists may rest or have a bite to eat. There were signs that said no photos and no littering and you can see that people in Dorne are disciplined.
From the entrance, you could see that people may have to go through a narrow land gorge that will lead them inside the Whistling Cave. The gorge felt creepy, the whole place felt like it’s under some ancient power.
“They say the Children of the Forest lived here, before the arm of Dorne was shattered,” whispered Maekar that it gave you goosebumps.
“It seems so. Look at this place… It looks so ancient.”
He put his arm around your waist. “Fear not, fair maiden,”
You chuckled, “I’m neither.”
You both laughed, but Maekar held you close and kissed your hair. For a moment, you looked around to see if any park employees were around.
You chimed, “Maybe we could take a picture before we go in? The view’s too good not to capture it.”
You opened your phone and reversed the camera to selfie mode and you and Maekar took a selfie. This time, he did not hide, he showed himself on the shot but he didn’t smile.
He asked you to show him the shot then he added, “Post it now.”
Your head whipped fast in his direction. “Who are you and what have you done with Maekar Targaryen?”
Maekar chuckled. “Let them know that you are on vacation with your boyfriend. Don’t post it on that twenty-four hour things–”
“Stories?”
He nodded in agreement. “Yeah. Post it.”
You did as he told you and captioned it as, vacay with boyfie, and after five minutes of posting it; you already saw the gossip mongers crawling and putting likes and hearts on your post. You didn’t bother to look at their comments because the security guards had just opened the velvet rope that barred the entrance to the gorge.
“Let’s go? I think the park employees are letting people in now,” encouraged Maekar.
Your group was assigned a tour guide; everyone ventured into the gorge while on a queue. It felt like the moss-covered rock was speaking whenever the wind would blow through the pathway. You couldn’t explain it but the place gave you the creeps. Maekar felt your hesitation so he held you close. Once the gorge ended, you heard the overlapping waves and there the Whistling Cave was. There was a winding stairwell that led to the lower part of the cave where the tour guide gushed that your group were in luck because it was a low-tide and any of you can go down and declare your wishes. If your wish was heard through the small opening on the cave floor, then it will come true. Many of you tried it, but none of the declared wishes were heard upstairs, not even Egg’s dragon wish. The last ones who haven’t tried it yet were Daeron and Kiera.
She insisted that she would listen to his wishes. Daeron was apprehensive and he saw how Valarr was observing them both. But Daeron gave in and went down to declare his wish. Kiera laid down on the floor to listen, she spoke through the opening to let Daeron know she is now listening.
But the next thing she heard, took her off-guard.
“Kiera! I’m in love with you! I have loved you since the moment I met you! My wish is to move on! I can’t live like this anymore… I’ve become an alcoholic plagued by prophetic dreams… I want to be set free!”
All of you waited for Kiera to respond after she listened. You noticed that she looked shocked.
You asked her, “Kiera, did you hear Daeron?”
Right on cue, Daeron had come back upstairs and her eyes went from him to Valarr. She tried to smile and she let out a nervous laugh.
“Nothing… I heard nothing.”
Daeron looked down and breathed in. It took him all his strength to declare that and it seems that he would never be set free.
Matarys was counting the persons in your group that had not declared a wish yet, and he pointed out his Uncle Maekar.
“Kepa Maek hasn’t gone down yet.”
Usually, Maekar does not indulge in superstition, but this time, he did.
Maekar asked you, “Can you be the one to listen?”
“Sure. I’ll do it.”
Maekar went down and you tried to listen. You had hoped that you would hear Maekar’s wish, but five minutes later, you only heard the whistling wind that permeated the cave.
Jonquil was excited, she asked you, “What? Did you hear Maekar?”
You shook your head and right on time, Maekar had come back upstairs.
Baelor cooed, “Aw, Maek. She didn’t hear your wish.”
Maekar helped you up. “That’s alright. I don’t believe in it, anyway.”
Aerys clarified, “You don’t believe in the cave or your wish?”
Maekar scoffed, “This cave. It’s just a natural structure. That’s all.”
The tour guide you were with led you back to another path out of the gorge. Meanwhile, you noticed that Kiera was covertly chasing after Daeron, who had gone the other way.
Daeron wanted to escape; he could feel his heart pounding on his chest and an invisible vise was trying to strangle him. It was the same feeling he had back at his grandad’s birthday party. Tears fell from his eyes as he tried to get away from all of it.
He had done everything to make him forget–it started with a simple drink that he would find in his Kepa’s office cabinet. It helped numb the dreams, the images of fire and death in his mind, images of a woman who looks like Kiera, who is sometimes Kiera. But the worst dream was a nightmare he tried to avoid–Dyanna’s death. He tried to warn his Mum, but she would only assure him that she and the baby she carried–Rhae–were perfectly healthy and that he had nothing to worry about. When she died, Daeron did it all; drank it all, snorted it all, and injected it all. But the nightmares persisted and so did that guilt.
He stopped in the middle of a more narrow gorge that looked like an alley, to catch his breath. He remembered the instruction he was given–breathe. The stomach has to bloat when breathing in. Inhale through the nose. Exhale through the mouth.
A hand touched his shoulder and he got startled.
“Father’s balls!”
That made Kiera snicker; she was still not used to Westerosi curse words. But she was reminded of why she really chased Daeron down.
“Daeron… I heard you.”
Daeron looked frantic, his bright purple eyes were wide with shock. He suddenly felt a stinging pain on his chest that made him cry out.
“Daeron? What’s happening?”
He breathlessly replied, “I-uhm… I’m having… a panic attack.”
Kiera was alarmed, “Oh shit! What can I do? Tell me.”
“I need to breathe…” then Daeron slumped down on the ground.
Kiera kept her calm and touched Daeron’s cold hands.
“Daeron, breathe with me! You have to stay with me!”
Daeron’s fingers were starting to flex in, but Kiera kept him focused.
“Just keep your eyes on me!”
He remembered what his Kepa’s girlfriend told him,
Five things that I can see.
He looked at Kiera–her pink hair, her denim jacket, her beautiful lips, her little strawberry earrings, and her brown eyes.
Four things I can feel.
Kiera’s hands clasped on his; her breath on his face, her fingers swiping the back of his hand; and the vibration of her voice in her chest as Kiera held his hand close to her.
Three things I can hear.
Kiera’s gentle voice, slowly turning into sobs. The sound of the wind sweeping through the gorge. The birds singing in the trees.
Two things I can smell.
Kiera’s vanilla cologne and her coconut scented lotion.
One thing I can taste.
Her strawberry lip gloss that touched his lips after she kissed him.
Daeron finally snapped back to reality.
“I-I… I didn’t mean to…” her words trailed off.
“It’s alright…” breathed Daeron.
Daeron attempted to stand up and Kiera helped him, but to no avail, Daeron remained on the ground.
“Was it true? Everything you said?”
Daeron saw the pain in Kiera’s eyes. He nodded.
“All of it… it’s true.”
“So you shut me out… because you were in love with me?”
Daeron mustered a weak smile. “I saw how much you meant to Valarr… I can’t hurt him like that.”
He shrugged like it was nothing, but in truth, he was fully revealing his heart and baring his soul for Kiera. The very reason he went to rehab–because he couldn’t handle losing Kiera to Valarr.
He smiled at Kiera, but he was crying. “You’ll marry him. You’ll have children someday.”
Kiera started to cry too, but Daeron embraced her.
“Then I’ll move on… and be Kepa Daeron to your kids.”
Daeron exhaled a shaky breath. It was the truth. The path for Kiera and Valarr has been set and not even him, an unreliable oracle, can do anything to change it.
Kiera sobbed, “I have one request… Don’t shut me out, ever again.”
“Deal,” whispered Daeron.
Kiera pleaded, “We want to help you! Let us help you… Daeron, I love you… We love you.”
Daeron chuckled, “You love me as a friend… Right?”
Kiera refused to answer that question.
“You will get better. Just let us help you.”
Daeron could finally stand up, but Kiera helped him. They were about to walk out of the gorge, but they heard Valarr’s voice calling out for her.
“I have to go,” whispered Daeron.
He found another way out; but before he could walk away, he hid himself and saw Valarr and Kiera talking.
He could hear their faint conversation from where he hid.
“Are you alright? You’re crying, babe.”
“I’m fine. I got scared, I thought I was lost.”
After a while, Valarr finally took out a small navy-blue box; he knelt and opened it in front of Kiera. He presented her with a diamond ring. She accepted… Daeron closed his eyes, a tear fell off on his cheek.
Another dream of his that came true. Another destiny fulfilled. Daeron turned away and he started to walk out of the gorge. This time, he was determined to fulfill his own destiny. How can he not when it's his wish that just came true?
You lost Daeron and Kiera in the gorge, and you’re circling around, trying to find the exit when you run into Maekar.
“What were you doing running off like that?” grumbled Maekar.
“I saw Daeron, he didn’t look alright. He went through here with Kiera.”
Maekar approached you, “I’m sure they’ll find their way out. Now, come on.”
He took your hand but even Maekar got confused with the directions.
Maekar hissed, “This is not a gorge, this is a maze!”
You and Maekar went over again the next path, but instead you wound up on another path that led to the ruins of an old tower.
“Why the fuck did we end up here?” Maekar asked himself.
Suddenly, it started to rain.
“Let’s take shelter there.”
He took off his jacket and covered your head. Maekar led you to the abandoned tower and you both waited for the rain to stop, but it suddenly became a downpour.
“Is this normal?!” you shouted over the pattering rain.
“Yes! Sometimes it rains here during Summer!” he yelled back so you could hear him.
You were both drenched by the rain, so Maekar decided to take you inside. The tower was decaying and some of its upper levels had broken down and are now gone.
“Wow,” your voice echoed against the cavernous interior of the tower.
You turned to Maekar. “I’ve never been to a place like this. It feels like you want to know what secrets this place has.”
He smiled at you, but you recognized the way he looked at you. Your yellow dress clung to your figure and your wetness made your chest glisten.
He approached you and hushedly asked, “Do you think a Lord kissed his Lady Wife inside this tower?”
His hands reached for your waist and he pulled you in.
“Maekar, we are not going to fuck inside this tower? While it’s pouring rain outside… Are we?”
He purred, “Why not?”
You chuffed; his libido was boundless and it was turning you on. You could have him any time and you would never tire of fucking him.
“Nobody will hear us…” whispered Maekar.
“No one will catch us here.”
Without hesitation, you kissed Maekar and pressed your body into his. He welcomed you into his arms and carried you. There was something about the rain that made you want to bend over for Maekar; your wet limbs were sprawled against him and he effortlessly carried you.
He murmured into your ear, “Fuck… What have you done to me? I can’t get enough of you… I want to be near you, inside you, holding you every time.”
He drank from your lips again; there was no foreplay this time, you both needed to feel each other again–you needed him to stick it in you, he needed to sheath his cock on your cunt.
Maekar pulled down your panties, your left leg was hooked on his arm and he fucked you while standing. You gained purchase on the brick wall in front of you, holding on to the vines that grew there. Maekar rubbed the head of his member in your slit; he teased you momentarily then he slammed his cock in you.
You moaned in unison; he pushed in and pulled out, his girth filling your walls entirely.
Maekar pulled down the neckline of your dress and your breasts spilled out–bouncing at every thrust of Maekar’s hips. His whole hand cupped your breast, then it went down to rub your clit for you. You held on to the vine as the familiar sensation of coming took over your body.
“Maekar… I’m coming!”
He breathlessly responded, “Come with me, baby…”
Maekar’s groaning blended with your shrill moan, echoing all throughout the tower; you have come so much for two days now, but you will never get enough of Maekar pleasuring you.
Maekar spilled on your leg and you felt the warmth and stickiness of it in your skin. He steadied you when he placed down your leg and he made you face him so he can kiss you. While he kissed you, he rested his forehead on top of yours.
You kissed him again and the words came out of your mouth,
“Maekar, I love you…”
His eyes opened and he breathed in and out. At the exact moment he spoke, thunder boomed across the skies, affecting the acoustics of the tower.
But you heard him say,
“Can we keep it casual?”
Casual?
In between your discombobulated thoughts and a blooming sensation of anger; you replied,
“Oh… sure. Casual.”
He looked ashamed that he ever said that. But you were left speechless and not wanting to meet his gaze. He helped you with your panties and he fixed your dress.
Fucking… casual?
You wanted to put some distance between you and Maekar, but he embraced you as you turned away from him.
You were willing to give it all up for him. Your promotion, your family’s comfort, your heart…
He humiliated you the first time when he admitted to using you against Baelor, but would you let him do it again?
You took his hands off of your waist and pretended that you were going to check outside if it’s still raining. He let you venture out; you stepped outside and into the rain. The heavens cried with you at that moment, the gods knew how hurt you are. You do love Maekar, but he makes it difficult to stay in love with him. He can love, but only gives it halfway through and that is something you cannot ever fix.
You cried enough, you’ll cry again later. For now, you’ll pretend. Three more weeks, and then, you’ll leave to start a new chapter in your life.
“You can do this,” you whispered.
The rain was starting to halt to a drizzle. You looked back and saw Maekar standing by the archway of the tower.
You couldn’t gather the strength to smile, but you held out your hand for him.
“Let’s go back. They must be worried sick now.”
Maekar smiled at you, took your hand, and he walked with you. You looked over your shoulder–in three weeks, you will leave Maekar Targaryen.
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