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[the-fiction-witch]

Discussing The Matter

Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Viserys Targaryen Couple - Viserys X Reader Reader - (OC) Visenya Targaryen (Twin sister of Viserys) Rating - Smut (Incest) Word Count - 3008

Visenya made her way through Illrio’s large impressive palace in her loose blue gown in the typical pentos style. She matched into viserys chambers seeing his books and weapons lining the place, his large circle marble bath in the centre where he currently sat being attended by maids,

"Go." She demanded and the maids and staff cleared out leaving them alone,

Viserys looked at her, admiring her, she looked like an actual goddess to him. "What a commanding tone, you come into my chambers uninvited and demand my servants to leave?"

"Just because you have a cock! Does not entitle you to make all the decisions regarding our family viserys!" she said as she came over and stood at the steps of his tub meaning he couldn't get out until she was done talking to him

“Did you come all the way here to discuss my cock? or is there a different reason, my sweet sister?"

"viserys. I'm serious." She complained, "You can't really allow illrio to make this match for Dany. The Dothraki are cruel, their Karls take multiple wives, slaves, butchers and bastards to their women!"

Viserys rolled his eyes and leaned back against the bath, his gaze drifting towards the ceiling, "Oh, come on, do you really expect me to care about Dany? She's already a woman flowered, it's time she started fulfilling her duties as a woman."

"... And what of me? I am a woman flowered why did you not sell me?"

Viserys' gaze snapped back to her, his eyes searching her face in disbelief, a hint of anger in his voice as he answered. "You are my twin, my other half, my equal. I would never trade you away to some stinking barbarian."

"Dany is our baby sister. Is she not of your care too?" She said as she slowly stepped up the steps and into his bath with him, crawling over to sit in his lap her dress immediately soaking,

Viserys' breath hitches as his sister straddles him, his hands resting on her hips instinctively and pulling her closer to him in the bathtub. He looks up at her, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and desire, as he speaks, his voice coming out as a hoarse whisper. "You know I would never do anything to hurt you, but that doesn't apply to Daenerys. She might be our sister, but she's still just a woman. Her role is to obey us and bear heirs."

"I am a woman," she whispered against his lips,

His eyes darkened with lust, and a low growl rumbled in his throat as she spoke. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer, his hands sliding up underneath her wet gown to caress the bare skin of her back. "You are the exception."

"am I? I am older. I am ... Arguably more desirable. Dany is a child. And you sell her away, surely illrio has asked you as... The one with the cock. To make arrangements to send me away" she explained playing with running her fingers on his face and hair, as she shifts her hips on him

A sharp intake of breath escaped him as her hips moved against his, his grip on her waist tightening as he tries to keep himself from losing control. His eyes darkened even further, the desire burning inside him making it hard to think straight, the thought of losing her to a stranger, painful to imagine. "He suggested it, yes, but I refused. You're mine, always mine, I'd rather die than let another man have you."

"even if you got your army for me," she cooed moving her hips more knowing she can force his answers out of him

A low, primal moan slipped from his lips as her movements continued to drive him mad with desire, his own hips bucking against her involuntarily, his hands sliding down to her thighs, holding her in place. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his words coming out as a hoarse whisper. "I would burn every kingdom from Qarth to Asshai to the ground before letting another man touch you, to hell with my army."

"but she is sellable? Your own sister?"

His expression hardened, his lust momentarily forgotten as reminders of the current argument returned to his mind. He pulled back, looking at her with a mixture of anger and resignation. "She is. She is younger, more innocent, still pure. She can give me alliances and armies. What can I possibly gain from you?"

she glared and went to move off him

he caught her hips and slammed her down on his lap, the water of the tub sloshing around them. His grip was firm, not letting her move away from him. "Don't you dare. You came into my bathtub and straddled me, you're not going anywhere without me finishing what you started."

"you know what you would gain from me. An army, your crown. More allies in this world. You have two sisters both of which you can sell off and still be open to marry across the sea when you are king."

His hands on her hips held her firmly against him, forcing her to feel the hard length of him, his chest heaving as his breathing quickened. He moved his face closer to hers, their lips just barely touching as he spoke. "Why do you think I want an army or a crown when I have you, hmm? You're worth more to me than all the gold and armies in this world. I don't care about marriages or alliances, I just want you, only you, always and forever."

she turned her face away so he couldn't kiss her "This is cruel to her viserys."

His fingers dug into her waist, his voice coming out as a hoarse growl, frustration and desire mixing in his tone. "Why do you care so much about what happens to Dany? You're mine. You belong to me and I belong to you. She has to do her duty, even if it means offering her body and fertility to a barbarian. Why can't you just accept that?"

"... We ... Are not a possibility"

His grip on her tightened, his eyes narrowing as he watched her, a mixture of anger and hurt in his expression. "And why not? We're both Targaryen, I want you, you want me, we should be perfect together. So why can't we be a possibility?"

"we are siblings." She reminds

Viserys' jaw clenched, his breathing growing ragged. He knew she was right, but that didn't make it hurt any less. "I don't care. I don't care if it's a sin, if the Seven disapprove, if the Gods themselves send lightning to strike us down. All I know is that you drive me mad, that I want you, burn for you, need you more than anything in this world. And you cannot deny that you feel the same."

"targaryen wed brother to sister for thousands of years... But that time is over. No land would allow us to be as we wish."

His hands on her hips trembled as he struggled to hold himself back, his heart aching with frustration and unfulfilled desire. "Who cares what other lands allow, why should we care what the rest of the world thinks? We are Targaryens, dragonsblood coursing through our veins, we are above those pathetic mortals and their pitiful little rules. Why can't we just forget about the world and be together, you and me?"

she sighed and shifted her hips again "We aren't done discussing the matter"

He groaned as her hips moved against him again, his body responding to her unconsciously. He tried to focus on the conversation, but all he could think about was the fact she was on top of him, her body pressed against his, her breath on his face. He took a deep breath and tried to collect himself, his voice coming out as a hoarse whisper. "What further is there to discuss, my sweet sister?"

"when she is married, what will happen to us? She will be forced away with the dothraki as a breeding slave... And us? Are we to remain guests of illiro forever, worried always he is to sell us too?" She got faster

Viserys closed his eyes, fighting the wave of pleasure that washed over him as she picked up her pace, his hands on her hips now almost digging into her skin. His mind was struggling to focus, and he had to take another deep breath before responding, his voice coming out strained and hoarse. "No... I won't let that happen. I'm building an army, we will get our home back. I will be king, and you will be..." he trailed off, his breath catching in his throat as he let the fantasy play out in his mind. He stopped talking, his imagination conjuring up a vision of himself on the Iron Throne, with her sitting on a throne next to him. Him claiming her as his in front of the Seven Kingdoms and no one being able to protest their union. It was a tantalizing, seductive idea, one that made his heart hammer furiously in his chest, and the words spilled from his lips in a reverent whisper. "You will be my Queen."

"as tempting as that is. Where are we to live in the mean time? Here withilliro? With Dany and her horse lord slavers? Or go homeless while you build this army" she whispered against his lips as she moved her hands pulling her dress a little,

Her words broke into his fantasy, but the sight of her nearly naked body straddling him left him too distracted to think about the specifics of their situation. His hands roamed her body, roaming up her thighs, his fingers gripping her hips, his eyes drifting from her face to her chest. "We will stay here, for now. I need time to plan, to gather allies. We'll have to be patient, I'm afraid, my sweet sister."

"and If illrio betrays us?" She moved back down slowly gasping and softly moaning as she moved down his shaft,

Viserys gritted his teeth, his grasp on her tightening as he tried to focus on anything but the pleasure building within him. However, the sight of her sliding down his body, her breaths and noises adding fuel to the fire burning within him, made it near impossible to think straight. His voice came out as a hoarse whisper. "He won't. We need him, and he needs us. He knows that."

she grunted as she finally reached his hilt, "...does he?"

Viserys' breath hitched at the feel of her pressing against him, his eyes darkening with desire as his fingers dug into her hips, his head tipping back as he struggled to keep the last bit of his control. He spoke through gritted teeth, the words coming out as a primal growl. "He does. He better, otherwise he's a dead man."

"... The seven kingdoms will not be thrilled, of a set of twins as long and queen" she spoke as she nibbled his neck and began to ride

Viserys' head lolled back as she moved against him, his eyes closing as his body reacted to her touches and the feel of her mouth on his neck. He fought to keep his voice steady, his words coming out as a ragged whisper, his hands on her hips moving her faster against him, his own hips involuntarily bucking up to meet hers, his body on fire from the feel of her. "The Seven Kingdoms can go to hell, they have no say in what we do." His words dissolved into a deep growl, all sense and reason abandoned in the onslaught of pleasure and need. All he could think about was her, her body, her skin, her gasps and the way she rode him, driving him mad with desire. He moved his hands to her thighs, gripping them tightly, wanting to hold her in place and never let go. "I need you. Now."

she nodded and got faster riding at a decent pace the water moving around them

Viserys groaned deeply, the sound coming from deep within his chest. His hands on her thighs slid up to her hips, helping her move faster against him, his own body meeting hers with a need that bordered on primal. He tried to speak, but all coherent thought had left him, leaving only desire and need. "Gods, yes, keep going, don't stop." His lips found hers in a desperate, hungry kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth, exploring and tasting her as his hands on her hips pulled her closer, desperate to feel more of her, his body pressed against hers. His breaths came in ragged gasps as he panted, the pleasure building and building, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. "You're driving me insane, sweet sister."

her hand trailed Into his hair during the kiss, her hips moving on their own mindlessly searching for pleasure

He groaned as her hand threaded through his hair, the feeling sending jolts of pleasure down his spine, adding to the unbearable ecstasy building inside him. His tongue tangled with hers, his hands on her hips guiding her movements, his own body reacting to her, his hips meeting hers in a frantic, desperate rhythm. "So close... don't stop, don't stop, please..."

she screamed biting his shoulder as she reached her orgasm her body trembling and freezing up clenching around him,

He cursed under his breath as her body shuddered and clenched around him, the sensation of her climaxing driving him over the edge as well, his own release crashing through him in a wave of ecstasy. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, a guttural, primal moan escaping him as he held her tight, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. "Sweet sister... gods, you drive me mad with desire."

she gasped her head laying against his bare chest "We... We can't keep doing this..."

His hold on her hips loosened, his hands moving up to her waist, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her skin. His body was still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure, but her words sunk in, and he forced himself to be serious. "Why not? We both want it, we both need it."

"and what happens when my belly grows heavy?" She asked against his lips

His lips brushed against hers, his tongue darting out to taste her skin, his thoughts and feelings swirling within him. The mention of her belly rounding and growing was an image that caused his heart to clench in his chest, a mix of desire and tenderness stirring within him. "Then we will deal with it, together. And when your belly is heavy, I will worship you, my sweet sister, and I will kiss every inch of your body."

she chuckled "Would you sell our baby away for more army, as you do for Dany?"

He froze at her words, a stab of guilt and shame going through him at the thought, at the comparison. He held her tight, his fingers digging into her skin as he tried to form a response. "No, never. Our child would never be sold or bartered, I swear it. I would sooner sell my own soul than let anything or anyone harm a hair on our child's head."

"but our sister?"

He sighed, his heart heavy with guilt and regret at the mention of Daenerys. The reality of their situation weighed heavily on him, and he knew he couldn't deny the truth. "I had no choice," he murmured, his voice laced with pain and regret. "I need alliances and armies to take back my throne. I cannot do it on my own. If it means selling her off, then so be it."

"then why not me?"

His eyes darkened, and his jaw clenched at her words. The thought of selling her off, of giving her away to another man, sent a surge of anger and possessiveness through him. "Because you're different," he growled, his grip on her hips tightening. "You're mine, my sweet sister, and nobody else's. The mere thought of another man touching you, looking at you, claiming you... it drives me mad with rage." He pulled back slightly, meeting her gaze with an intensity that spoke of the depth of his feelings for her. He spoke in a low, hoarse voice, his eyes burning with a mixture of desire and determination. "You're mine, sweet sister, and I'll burn the entire world to the ground before I let anyone take you from me. You're mine to worship, to cherish, to protect. You will never be sold or bartered like a piece of property. You will be my queen, by my side, and none will dare question our union."

She nodded and laid on his chest with a slight sigh

He held her close, his arms wrapped around her tight, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her bare back. He took a deep, steadying breath, the feel of her on his chest bringing him a strange sense of comfort and peace. He spoke quietly, his voice soft and vulnerable. "I mean it, sweet sister. You're the most important thing in this world to me. I'd give up my throne, my crown, everything, just to keep you by my side. I love you."

"I love you too, I just worry for her is all. I worry for all of us." She says

He nodded, his expression somber as he thought of their sister. The weight of responsibility and worry weighed heavily on his shoulders. "I know, sweet sister, and I share your worries. I wish there was an easier path for us, a way to take back the Iron Throne without selling Dany off like cattle. But I see no other way. I need an army, and alliances, and I need them now."

she nodded pulling him into a kiss

He responded to her kiss, his lips moving against hers hungrily. His hands roamed her body, his touch desperate and possessive, as if he couldn't get close enough to her. He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged and his voice ragged. "I need you, sweet sister. I need you now."

[theseusgardens]

Call me dehydrated, cause every time I see him I’m thirsty💦

[fandomlife-confessions]

[restinginpiecesofpizza]

Reading Jon chapters kinda makes me want to claw my eyes out but my god, he’s just swimming in symbolic imagery.

[florisbaratheons]

Those who are judging folks for being upset about the finale, please back off. Let people be upset, okay? Especially when their favorite characters are being continuously being sexually humiliated by the narrative. There's no entitlement in wanting your favorites to be treated with some decency.

[thestarlightforge]

this feels like when Brienne & Jaime finally kissed after 6 seasons of waiting. it makes perfect sense of course, but there’s no way it’s real, right? because they’re disabled & we don’t get happy endings? we were called delusional for years, and then our wildest ao3 conclusions were live broadcast to 11.8 million viewers 1 breath after vanquishing the main villain? my mouth? agape. my mind? boggled. except this feels 80x more so because it’s queer people. i feel delirious. elated. like i could punch a god & win, perhaps

[hotdaemondtargaryen]

it was so weird hearing daemon targaryen say 'winter is coming.'

why do they keep torturing us? we already know the ending.

i want to forget the last seasons of GOT.

[bybdolan]

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Whenever I think the Ghosts finale was bad, I remind myself that Game of Thrones ended with Tyrion saying Bran had the best story which meant he should be king and Sherlock ended with the revelation he turned his best friend into a dog.

Like I didn't enjoy it and I wouldn't call it good, but at least it wasn't insulting. It was...harmlessly disappointing.

[gone-with-the-drama]

Me in 2019: Ugh Game of thrones is such a depressing show. Good thing it’s over and I won’t ever be entangled with a series where half of the main characters and most of the interesting hot side characters get killed because the creator felt like it… Right?

Me fully drowned in JJK brainrot: … right…

[evilsapphyre]

I’ve seen a lot of discourse since the HotD finale about who was meant to be The Prince who Was Promised. Was it Jon or Dany?

And I’m over here thinking that due to The World of Ice and Fire, the Azor Ahai prophecy and the Prince who Was Promised are separate prophecies that often get confused as the same prophecy, and that Jon and Dany could meet the requirements for both at times - meaning one could be Azor Ahai and one could be the Prince.

We also have the whole line about the dragon needs three heads. Maybe three Targs are needed to fulfill the prophecy (which works in the books even if Young Griff isn’t Aegon as he claims since he’s likely still to have dragon blood.)

[the-fiction-witch]

My Dragon

Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Viserys Targaryen Couple - Viserys X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 18 + riding/ pinv/ full sex/ ejaculate/ breeding kink / C*ckwarming/ frustrated sex / fingering / nipple play Word Count - 2644

Viserys was angry! Full of rage at his sister's actions against him. At her Dothraki husband giving him orders! He was the last dragon, who dared those savages to order him around.

He forced his way into his tent and threw his sword across the room in frustration.

The sound caused Y/n to sit up a little, as she lay on the raised bed covered in pillows, blankets and other such fabrics, her body covered only by a thin sheer sheet, her hair messy. She picked her head up from the pillow she'd been sleeping on while viserys was gone and sat up just enough that she was still concealed,

"Uuummm... What is wrong my dragon?" She asked sleepily

Viserys stormed towards her, his face red with anger, “My sister, has seen fit to disregard my authority and now this...this savage thinks he can give me orders?” he spat, his voice venomous.

"ohh" she nodded, "what is it she said my dragon?"

Viserys's eyes blazed with fury as he leaned in close to Y/n, his hot breath caressing her skin, “She refused to give the gold I requested...the gold that is rightfully mine!” his voice dropped to a growl, “And now this...this beast thinks he can dictate terms to me.” Viserys's hand reached out, his fingers brushing against Y/n's cheek, “I need your help, my love,” he whispered, his eyes burning with intensity

She pulled him to sit on the bed and she wrapped her arms around him kissing his tender skin as her hands slowly undressed him "You are my dragon, the last male of house Targaryen, the last man who is the blood of old Valyira. She may feel she has the power to deny you gold but you can deny her the world, you are the dragon. No horse lord husband of hers will ever command you, you are his king. And all of them shall bow to you and beg your forgiveness when you have the crown on your head" she cooed massaging his ego

Viserys's eyes fluttered closed as Y/n's touch ignited a fire within him, her words fueling his desire for power and revenge, “Mmmm...yes,” he moaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she kissed his neck, her lips tracing the curve of his ear. “No one commands me,” he hissed, his voice low and menacing. “I am the last dragon, the rightful king of the Seven Kingdoms.” Viserys's hips bucked upwards, pressing himself against Y/n's hand as she stroked his skin, her touch sending sparks flying through his veins. “And soon,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin, “soon I will claim what is mine.” Viserys's eyes snapped open, blazing with ambition and lust, as he looked down at Y/n, his heart pounding in his chest.

"of course you shall, you will claim what you are owed, and my dragon will sit on the throne he wants born for. Will you not? And your sister and her Dothraki husband will bow to you, fall on your mercy. And of course, you shall Gant their mercy as you are a wonderful and caring king. One day they will understand but that is not today." She explained as she guided him down to lay on the bed "but it will not be forgotten and it will not go unpunished once my dragon is king" she cooed as she mounted him, let him slip inside her and she began her gentle riding

Viserys's eyes rolled back in his head as Y/n sank down onto him, her warm, wet heat enveloping him like a vice “Ahhh…” he groaned, his hands grasping for her waist as she rode him, her movements slow and deliberate. “Yes...yes... you're so tight,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. Viserys's hips lifted off the bed, meeting Y/n's downward motion with a thrust of his own, driving deeper into her slick folds. “My kingdom.”

"your kingdom, your throne, your crown, your men, your armies. My dragon" she cooed

Viserys's eyes flashed open, his gaze locking onto Y/n's as she rode him with increasing passion. “All of it... mine.” Viserys's hands tightened on Y/n's waist, pulling her down hard onto him as he drove upward, filling her. “Yes... yes... take it all,” he hissed, his teeth bared in a feral snarl.

She rode him slowly and passionately letting him work all his frustration out on her while she pleasured him "this." She smirked stroking his shaft before she slipped down it again "this is worth more than all things in the seven kingdoms, all gold she denies, all orders he commands. You my dragon are the blood of old valyira. Your seed is fire, dragon blood, your cock is worth more than anything they will ever know."

Viserys's eyes went wide, his pupils dilating as Y/n's words washed over him like a wave of liquid fire. “Ahh...yes…” he groaned, his body arching up off the bed as Y/n rode him with renewed ferocity. “You're right,” he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. “This is worth everything.” Viserys's hands flew to Y/n's breasts, cupping them in his palms as he squeezed, feeling her nipples peak beneath his touch.

she softly moaned arching her back,

Viserys's mouth dropped open, his tongue darting out to lick the sweat-dampened skin of Y/n's chest. “Mmm…” he murmured, his lips tracing a path across her collarbone as he savored the taste of her. His hips snapped forward, driving deep into Y/n's warmth as he felt himself building towards release. “I'm going to come,” he warned, his voice low and husky. Viserys's hands slid down Y/n's sides, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her down hard onto him. Viserys's eyes locked onto Y/n's, his gaze burning with intensity as he felt himself on the brink of climax “No,” he whispered, his voice a mere breath away from her ear. “Don't move.” Viserys's hands tightened on Y/n's hips, holding her still as he buried himself deep within her. He closed his eyes, focusing every ounce of energy on the sensation building inside him. And then, in a burst of flame and fury, Viserys erupted, spilling his seed into Y/n's waiting womb.

She cooed as he filled her to her brim, she stroked his bare chest comfortingly and shifted her hips just enough to let him ride out his orgasm "My dragon feels better now?"

Viserys's eyes fluttered open, his gaze drifting lazily back to Y/n's as he felt the aftershocks of his climax begin to subside. “Yes,” he breathed, his voice weak but satisfied. “He does indeed.” Viserys's hands relaxed their grip on Y/n's hips, his arms wrapping around her instead as he drew her close. For a moment, they simply lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the only sound the gentle rise and fall of their breathing. “Perhaps...perhaps it is time I claimed my rightful place upon the Iron Throne.”

she nodded as she laid beside him in the bed snuggled in his arms "perhaps it is"

Viserys's arms tightened around Y/n, holding her close as he gazed out the window at the darkening sky. “We will conquer Westeros,” he whispered, his voice full of conviction. “And I will rule with fire and blood.” Viserys's eyes burned with a fierce inner light as he spoke, his heart pounding with excitement at the prospect of reclaiming the throne. But as he looked down at Y/n, he saw something else in her expression a hint of concern, perhaps, or doubt. “What troubles you?”

"nothing my dragon" she smiled clearly lieing to make him feel better

Viserys's face softened, his expression relaxing into a warm smile as he gazed at Y/n. “You're so beautiful when you lie to me,” he teased, his voice dripping with affection. Viserys leaned in, his lips brushing against Y/n's ear as he whispered “But I know you too well, my love. You can't fool me that easily.” He chuckled, the sound low and husky, sending shivers down Y/n's spine. “Now tell me the truth. What's really troubling you?”

"my dragon will have no use for me when he is king"

Viserys's smile faltered, his expression turning serious as he gazed at Y/n.

“What are you talking about? You're my queen, my partner, my everything.” He sat up, his eyes blazing with intensity as he took Y/n's face in his hands. “I don't need anyone else,” he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. “You're the one who makes me whole, who completes me.”

"would you not need to marry a westeros lady? Spread your dragon seed Into as many high born ladies as possible? You will be king, all the women of westeros will beg for your seed and your bed. Why would you bother to keep a chubby lyseri whore like me?" She said sadly

Viserys's face twisted in anger, his eyes flashing with hurt as he heard Y/n's words. “You're my queen, my lover, my everything. You're the one who has given me strength, who has made me feel alive.” He stood up, towering over Y/n as he glared at her. And then, in a voice that sent shivers down her spine, “You're right. I won't need you anymore once I'm king.” Viserys's eyes seemed to darken, his gaze burning with a fierce inner fire as he loomed over Y/n “But that doesn't mean I don’t want you,” He reached out, his hand closing around Y/n's hand “You'll come with me to King's Landing,” he cooed,

“And there, you'll serve me. You'll dance for me, sing for me, and spread your legs for me whenever I desire it. You'll learn to be the perfect queen, the perfect wife.” His lips brushed against hers, r.

she giggled "if you make me your queen you will not be able to marry any other ladies"

Viserys's eyes flashed with anger, but beneath the surface, a spark of excitement flickered to life. “But what if I didn't want to marry anyone else? What if I wanted to keep you all to myself?” His lips curled into a cruel smile as he pulled back, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. “In that case,” he purred, “you'd be very lucky indeed.”

she nodded "very lucky my dragon" she cooed stroking his chest and kissing his lips

Viserys's eyes fluttered closed, his body relaxing into her touch as he savored the sensation of her lips on his “Mmm,” he murmured, “yes...kiss me like that. Make me forget about the Iron Throne, about the war, about anything except you.” His arms wrapped around her, pulling her close as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a passionate, desperate dance.

she happily kissed him back climbing back up onto his lap as they kissed, rubbing her folds against his half-hard cock "Would this make you forget my dragon?"

Viserys's hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing them gently as he broke away from the kiss “Oh, yes,” he whispered, “this would definitely make me forget. Nothing makes me forget like the feel of you, Y/n.” His fingers dipped lower, tracing the curves of her hips and thighs before coming to rest on the soft flesh between her legs. “I want to see you ride me again,” he growled, “to feel your heat surround me. To watch you come apart under my touch.”

she moaned throwing her head back as his fingers torment her, but she moved and sank down on him once more shifting her hips to ride him again

Viserys's eyes rolled back in his head as she sank down on him, his cock throbbing with pleasure inside her warm, wet depths “Yes,” he hissed, “ride me like that. Take me deeper, harder.” His hands grasped her hips, holding her in place as he thrust upward, meeting her downward motion with a series of swift, powerful strokes. “Y/n,” he groaned, “you feel so good. So tight, so hot.” Viserys's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her skin as he quickened his pace. “I'm going to come already,” he warned, “and I want you with me. Come now, Y/n. Let go.” His mouth descended upon hers once more, their lips crashing together in a fierce, urgent kiss as he pistoned himself upward, driving deeper and deeper into her willing body. Suddenly, he felt it building the familiar rush of pressure, the tingling sensation that signaled the onset of orgasm. With a triumphant cry, Viserys exploded within her, his seed bursting forth in a torrent of release as he shuddered and convulsed under her.

As the last tremors of his climax faded, Viserys leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. His gaze drifted lazily over Y/n's features, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. “Fuck… you are too good at that,”

she nodded kissing his neck softly and lazily, often squeezing around his cock to keep him pleasured,

Viserys's eyes fluttered closed, a low hum of pleasure vibrating through his chest as she squeezed around his still-hard cock. “Mmm,” he murmured, “keep doing that. It feels... amazing.”

"ummm" she nodded her hips slowly squirming, just enough to pleasure him keeping her movements slow and deep

Viserys's eyelids snapped open, his gaze locking onto Y/n's face as she rode him with slow, deliberate movements. His breathing quickened, his heart pounding in time with the rhythm of her hips. “Oh, god,” he whispered, “you're killing me. Keep moving like that. I'm...I'm close again.” His fingers dug into the bed, his knuckles creaking with strain as he fought to hold on to control.

"yes my dragon" she cooed as she continues her slow and deep movements, riding him only to please him and nothing else

Viserys's eyes blazed with intensity, his pupils constricting as he gazed at Y/n with a mixture of desire and adoration. “My queen,” he breathed, “my love. Ride me like that forever. Make me yours.” His voice dropped to a whisper, his words barely audible as he spoke them into her ear. His fingers wrapped around her waist, pulling her down onto him with a gentle yet insistent pressure. “Squeeze me tighter,” he commanded, “suck me dry with that cute little cunt,”

she giggled as she continues her slow movements in-between her pussy clenching around him to milk his cock with squeezes "Forever, if my dragon demands it I shall never leave his cock" she cooed

Viserys's face contorted in a mix of ecstasy and frustration, his body arching off the bed as she clenched around him with each squeeze “Yes,” he hissed, “like that. My queen, you're...you're... killing me.” He bucked upward, driving himself deeper into her warmth as she continued to ride him with slow, deliberate movements. “I demand it,” he growled, “never leave my cock.”

"yes my king" she whispered in his ear

Viserys's grip on her waist tightened, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her down onto him with a fierce urgency “No,” he whispered, “don't nod, don't whisper. Say it loud, say it proud. Tell me you'll never leave my cock.” His breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the effort of holding back as she continued to milk him with her slow, squeezing movements.

"I shall never leave your cock My king, your queen shall have you inside her every moment I promise" she cooed as she moved

Viserys's eyes rolled back in his head, his vision blurring as he felt himself teetering on the edge of release. “That's it,” he groaned, “that's it. You're mine now, forever and always. No one else will touch you, no one else will claim you.” His body tensed, his muscles coiling like a spring as he prepared to unleash himself into her depths.

Viserys's chest heaved with exertion, his face twisted in a mask of raw pleasure as he waited for the inevitable. And then, in a burst of explosive release, he spilled himself into her depths, his body shuddering with the force of his climax As the aftershocks faded, 

[jenesequoia]

[stardustndice]

heard the north remembers as soon as the episode began and cried out like a wounded deer

[restinginpiecesofpizza]

Working my way through the books for the first time and more than anything I just want to give Sansa a hug. She’s so little.

[monksrobes]

soldier, poet, king / TW for gore and violence