Helaena is given a limited freedom on who her husband will be, her options aren’t as plentiful as Rhaenyra’s but it’s more than most noble girls get.
Still, most (mainly Alicent and Otto) expect her to choose between her brothers, both because of tradition, politics and because honestly she doesn’t really know any other men. She wasn’t very social and her family guarded her honour relentlessly.
What no one knew was that Helaena knew who her husband would be, she had dreamt him long before and was determined to follow her path to him, to have the life he promised, and not be trapped in the Keep for the rest of her life.
Even if most in the realm predicted a incestuous match that didn’t stop the Lords of great houses from presenting themselves or their sons at court in homes of dragon-riding heirs one day.
Including Lord Borros Baratheon and his son, The Young Stag. He’d thought the princess was a beauty, but her starring was odd. He just took it as a compliment and winked at her in the throne room, as he hadn’t the chance to talk to her during yet. Perhaps he would at tomorrows ball.
That night Helaena dodged her brothers drunken flirting and subtle advances and waited until nightfall. He would be in the garden, as she had dreamed. She wanted that future, him, storms end, their children, the fiery passion he would give her. She wanted it now, and she wouldn’t let her family deny it to her.
The Stag was surprised when she appeared in the garden, bathed in moonlight and wearing her nightdress. He wondered if perhaps he wasn’t meant to be in this part of the garden, if this was her private space, but she didn’t look angry to see him, she looked pleased in fact.
His flirtatious words seemed to fall on deaf ears however, she glided straight to him they died on his lips. She braved a hand against his broad shoulder as she pulled up her skirt with the other and climbed into his lap.
It’s not often the Stag is left speechless but he had to be impressed by her boldness, even as she whispered strange things in his ear. She spoke of dragons with antlers and fire breathing stags and how the seed was strong. Her words confused him but the rocking motion of her hips was loud and clear, a motion he was very familiar with.
The king, the queen, the princes, the Hightowers and his father would probably skin him for this, but he just couldn’t help it. Baratheons were hot-blooded and virile, the Stag had very turned down a pair of spread legs in his life and who in the world would turn down a princess?
The Stag’s hands reached beneath the hem of her nightdress, one started frantically pulling the strings of his breeches loose as the other softly caressed between her legs, and they both moaned softly at feeling her cunt bare and wet. Perfect.
As soon as his cock was free he began teasing her with his great length, running his blunt head along her slit, rubbing her pearl as she moaned and sighed in his ear.
He’s taken enough maidenheads to know that she still had hers, that is until she sinks down onto him. He can tell by the resistance, how tight and sweet she is, how unpracticed her movements are. And he knows he should stop, but instead he grabs at her hips and ass as he guides her rocking back and forth, thrusting his hips upward.
Even as he gets closer to his peak, he knows he shouldn’t do it. Even as he feels her squeezing him, whimpering and whining in pleasure, he knows he’d be in trouble for it, it’s all well and good getting a minor nobles daughter or a serving girl to drink moontea, but a princess? They might just cut his cock off for this. But he’s gone too far at this point not to finish the job, and who knows? Maybe they’ll see sense and just make him marry her, so she won’t be baring bastards like her sister.
Cuz if he knows anything, this’ll take.
His thrusts get harder and deeper, dragging her hips down as his slam up, her sounds of pleasure and the slapping of skin only making his blood hotter. As she squeezes around his cock one more time, she’s still whispering strange but pleasing words to him as he cums, planting his seed deep inside, thrusting up into her again and again, not wasting any. She moans in what sounds like satisfaction now.
She may not have Storms End yet, or marriage, but by the way he gazes up at her, she has her Stag… and his heir.
- 🌝🌚 Helaena deserves more love
She does! She's so very precious and I adore the idea of her just moving to get what she wants thank you!
She shivers on top of him; her delicate hands stroking his muscled chest as the Princess slowly comes down from her high. Her gushing pussy milking him still but his cock is soon a mess from the both of them.
A whine escaped her when he moved to gently leave her but she feels so good - so full. His fat cock against her gummy walls had Helaena nearly purring
