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āWedding Night
Includes: Duncan the tall, Daeron Targaryen, Aerion Targaryen, and Valarr Targaryen x f!reader
Summary: How they would be on their wedding night with their new lady wife
Warnings: NSFW 18+ work. There is obviously smut. Read at your own discretion.
A/N: I might have gotten a little bit carried away with this one, don't slut shame me I'm sorry
Dunk is a big man. Like, look at him. He's, and I quote, "...bang in the middle between 6'5 and 6'6," and we haven't even started on his muscles. He's got a big dick, he has to. It does not matter how experienced you might be in the penetration department, you need hours of prepping. He'll be content to spend your wedding night eating you out and then going to bed, but you want it to be good for him, too, so you insist. He'd stretch you on his mouth first, making sure everything is wet and slick, then switch to his thick fingers, scissoring inside you and just barely fitting three of them while you arch your hips to meet the tiny jerks underneath him. Dunk is a big praise guy. He wants you to know how well you're doing for him, and he't not saying it just to turn you on, either. He didn't think you'd be able to take even his fingers, and he will be expecting you to tap out real soon. When you don't, he finally strips off his trousers. He'd kept them on the whole time because he reckoned you wouldn't make it this far, and now he was getting nervous. I don't think sex is anything totally new to him, but sex this intimate with someone he loves more than himself definitely is. He'd only push in the tip at first, little thrusts of the pinkened head in and out of your clenching hole, too afraid he'd cause a tear if he went any further. At this point, you'd have to talk him through it to get him to go further. If he manages to breach more than just the tip, you'll be grunting and whining from the sheer fullness of him. Duncan is going to want to pull out constantly. He'll be so focused on you, the expressions you make, the sounds that come out, the way you twist and turn under him., the bulge in your stomach from where he is inside you. Everything will go a lot smoother if you ride him. That way, you're in control and he won't feel as though he's hurting you. He cums so much it's not funny. He'll mutter apologies into your hair as thick, sticky cum leaks from between your thighs, and you soothe him with a hand in his hair, if you're not completely immobile from the earth-shattering orgasms he gives you. If you've made it clear beforehand you don't want children, or don't want children yet, he's not above eating his own cum out of you. He'll go out and get you moon tea in the morning, but, "Just to be safe, my love, spread your legs for me. I'll get it all out, don't you worry," he promises. Dunk is the boss of aftercare. Bath, food, water, a fire to keep you extra warm, whatever makes you more comfortable. All in all, he's going to be the most vanilla when it comes to this.
Daeron fucks nasty. If it's your first time, and it probably is, he'll go what he considers slower, but the night will still end with his hips snapping against yours. He can't help himself. If you say stop, it's over, he'll pull out, no hard feelings. But if you don't, he's going to take it as permission. Maker won't let him drink during the wedding, he'll want him to be presentable, so Daeron is frustrated by the time you make it to your new chambers. The sooner he beds you, the sooner he can sneak down to the kitchens for a nightcap. You better not be wanting to save your wedding dress, because if it won't come off in under ten seconds, he's ripping the fabric. "Calm yourself, I'll show you what to do." Daeron doesn't need you freaking out when he pops your cherry, so he'll coo to you as he takes off his own clothes, kissing at your neck and up your jaw. "Lift those arms for me, going to get this wretched thing off of you." Naturally, Daeron wishes he had a drink close enough to grab, but with sobriety comes clarity. He's more concise with his words, more present than you've ever seen him. He has a task set in front of him, and for once in his life, he's going to do it right. Well, partially right. He's fucking you against the door. Sorry. He's hasty in the way he does it, but that doesn't mean he won't make you cum. It's not clitori, it's clitorus, and if there's anything he can find aside from a good wine, it's your clit. You're already soaked from when he grinned softly against you as soon as you got in the room, but he wants more. Daeron doesn't let you see his cock, moving too fast for you to snatch a glimpse, but you don't need to see it because you can feel it. The ridges and veins brush against your bundle of nerves as he thrusts deeply into you, creating a friction that has you gasping for air, and only when he's bottomed does he slow, dropping his head on your shoulder. "Begging your pardon, I need...gods be good...I need just a moment." Your first instinct is to assume you did something wrong, but he's falling apart because you did something right. You're so warm and soft and so fucking tight he feels like he could die right then and there and be content with it. He'd thought this would be a quick affair, but he spends hours there, thrusting in and out, a heady mixture of both yours and his cum leaking onto the floor. You're eventually tangled in the bed, fatigued and spent with his face buried between your breasts. He ends up not needing that drink.
Aerion needs to repopulate Old Valyria. He's married now, so he can't just impregnate every whore he meets like he planned to, or anyone at all other than you, so it falls on you to grow his little army in your womb. You know the Beyonce song "All Night?" This is going to describe the situation you'll find yourself in perfectly. Ladies and other ladies, he's going to do missionary, he's going to do cowgirl, he's going to do mating press, he's going to do doggy style. Not only are you cumming your brains out, he's yapping the whole time, too. "We'll build a new world, you and I. You shall be my queen. Gods, look how deep you can take me. Is this sweet cunt not made for me? Are you not made for me? You were sent to me by the heavens themself. You shall be the salvation of Valyria. There is no woman such as you in all the Seven Kingdoms, I curse the gods for not bringing you to me sooner, fuck." It's nonsense to you, but it's everything to him. You were the embodiment of everything he needed. Aerion would never deign to even gaze upon another brothel so long as he had you waiting for him, he swore it to himself. He's going to do every position that seems optimal to get you pregnant, but he also really likes seeing your face during it. He wants you to look in his eyes when you're close, wants to see you lose yourself because of him, but only if he let you. He's edging you. It's not from a place of contempt, he's already decided he loves you, but more an experimentation. He's been betrothed to you for a month, and he's seen every side of you but this one. What will happen when he does this? When he nudges his cock up further like that? What do you sound like? Will you clench harder around him or release? Will you whine his name or try to maintain some propriety? Every woman he's had has put on a show for him. He's a prince, they want to impress him with their noises and their faces and their movements. They're acting. You're vulnerable. He likes vulnerable. He's fascinated when you pass out from overexertion, amused when you awaken with a whimper to him still pumping inside of you, and the most turned on he's ever been from start to finish. You lasted so long for him without complaint, so of course you deserve rewards. He's so sweet afterwards, and you're too tired to tell if he's being genuine or not. You'll take whatever he gives you regardless. "My perfect wife, you did so wonderfully for me, didn't you? Had I known the consummation would be like this, I would have moved up the ceremony. You'll have many a babe and all my heirs will be near as flawless as you." You fall asleep to his murmurs, his arms securely around you and he'll watch you until he himself succumbs to exhaustion. His dreams of being a dragon have changed. Now he has a rider.
Valarr is a learner. He'll read up on how to effectively engage in coitus and conceive an heir. He'll ask the maester, his brothers, his uncle, all will give varying answers. The core principle remained the same: finish inside, get her pregnant. He thinks he's prepared, but as soon as the doors shut in the marital chambers, his breathing is shallow. What was he thinking? He's no clue how to do this! How would he even approach you on the matter? Luckily for him, you've done a little studying of your own. It's you who keeps him calm, who blows out the candle as he wishes and helps his trembling hands undo his doublet. It's you who shows him where you like to be touched, where it feels the most pleasurable, where he needs to put himself. The tip catches on your entrance so many times he wants to die of shame, but you only assist him, telling him he must push. He'll cum once from just the tip being inside. At this, your job is technically finished, and however unsatisfied you may be, that was it. In most cases, that would be true. Not for Valarr. He'll pull you back, hands on your hips, a glimpse of the crown prince and the heir to the Iron Throne slips through. "It's not over. You're not...you didn't...it's not over." He grumbles, irritated you even thought you could get away so easily. His confidence grows by the second, and thrusts a little harder, pushing his own seed deeper in your womb. His calloused thumb will find your clit where you'd showed him minutes earlier, and he's an adept student. The man you figured to be a bumbling virgin was now bringing you to your third orgasm of the night and hadn't broken his pace inside you. A steady in and out, enough to take your breath away. Despite Aerion being so into breeding, Valarr is the one who gives you a small bulge in your lower stomach from how much of his cum has amassed inside you. When he does pull out, it's trailing down your thighs and coating your folds and making a slick, wet sound with each drop that falls.. His one job is to end this night with an heir, so he fingers it back into you as best he can, overstimulating your poor pussy until you have to push him away. For all his dirtiness in sex, he'll sleep with his head on your stomach and your hand in his hair while he dreams about your future children.
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