#godsmoth

[pcrplevenom]

[☂] + jasmine akamine. twist / instead of an umbrella, it's her two large pair of wings.

Send in ☂ to encounter my muse outside in the rain.

"Hm?" Her fins fluttered up, a small smile slightly visible. "Oh! Hi there! Thank you very much, my hair ain't waterproof! But my clothess are, luckily. I'm Soldan, nice to meet you!" Offering her hand, yet remaining cautious.

[faithcomeseasy]

For @godsmoth (Idate)

Idate could've been minding his own business, harassing Shirogane, whatever. That is until he gets interrupted by a soft- Click. The sound of the barrel of a gun, pointed right at his head no less. "Don't move, buckroo. That is if you know what's good for ya." Furfur didn't know how he even ended up here in this world.

But this...? Just this alone made everything all the more better. "I've never seen a creature like you before. How much do you reckon that fin of yours will go for?"

[gatheringfantasies]

⠀hey sea witch. have ya' seen a shrimp lurking about?

"Eh?" She was suddenly approached by a demon- how unexpected then again she knows a few demons herself although it sounds like he was looking for Lobco. Why would a demon ask for Lobco, someone she met while traveling with Chlomaki? Wadanohara was going to play it off.

"S-sorry, you surprised me. You have to be a little more specific since as you know. I'm a sea witch so I know plenty of Shrimps, who are you anyway ~? I'm Wadanohara~"

[getblammed]

[ blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! ] ❝ What the fuck happened to you? ❞ ( using fumus. )

Uncertainly bringing himself to his feet, covered in blood that couldn’t have been all his own, it had taken Pico a moment to register the new presence, brows furrowing as a scarred hand wiped blood from his brow to somewhat clear up his vision. The redhead’s gaze was alert and cautious, or as much as it could be, given the obviously beaten and dizzied state of him.

“ Nothin’ you gotta worry about. ”

Despite the dismissive and hoarsely spoken words, Pico’s attempt to walk past the stranger only resulted in him nearly falling off his feet, having to catch himself on the graffiti-decorated alley wall. His vision spinning before him, a hand came to press hard against his head, as if that’d cease the spinning.

“ Ugh— Fuckin—… ”

[camilbarnessss]

¤The Dance of The Dragons¤

《 Part 18 》

The One-Eyed Prince and The Rogue Princess married. Secretly, but they did, even after all the schemes and plots of their families so they couldn't. The lovers made their own discreet plot as well, and it is working just fine. Daera understands their position, the causes of their harsh decisions. However, anyone who was wronged like Aemond so many times was, is going to feel some sort of hatred, wether it's subconsciously or consciously, towards the people who did it. That is a hard true. But, what Aemond ends up doing above the skies of Storm's End, out of rage, and eternal resentment...ultimately starts the domino effect that would lead to The Dance of the Dragons, which will mean the lost of his sanity...and his love.

《 The Invitation's Second Season 》

Masterlist

Warnings: constant swearing, explicit sex (p on v), oral sex (male receiving), angst and sadness, adultery, virginity loss, TARGARYEN INCEST [cousinXcousin]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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《 The Husbands of Princess Daera Targaryen; The Mother Knight 》

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When the royal twins, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera Targaryen, firstborns of the presently King Aegon II and Queen Helaena Targaryen, turned six moons of age -nearly a year-, an unusual spirit of celebration and joy placed itself on the heart of Queen -now Dowager Queen- Alicent Hightower.

Forever her grandchildren’s pamper, Alicent ordered and had arranged a trip to the Kingswood in celebration of their half year of age. As soon as she demanded, everything was prepped, settled, and half of The Red Keep rode to the woods with rest and celebration as their purpose.

Queen Helaena, the kids’ mother, loved the idea of spending the night in nature, away from the cold castle she has lived all of her life. When hearing of the upcoming camp, she danced of joy and, with her, her brother Aemond, and the wife of his; Daera Targaryen.

-Fuck yeah!-. Daera holds her fists up.

-A marvelous idea!-. Aemond growls with a smile, grabbing her waist and lifting her in the air.

She cackled loudly, opening her arms widely while, from the balcony of her chambers, Helaena clapped and looked at the spouses with a bright smile.

As we well know, Daera is the little princes’ Godsmother; it was only and ever her duty to fly to King’s Landing and to spend ten days with them each moon, to bring them gifts and kisses and to help their mother in everything she needed. The gods blessed her when aligning her monthly visit to the exact week they were to leave to the woods.

And so, they did.

Royal wheelhouses and ferocious horses took them to The Kingswood on a sunny morning the capital was blessed with. When the royal family arrived, they found everything ready and settled, from their elaborated camping tents to the bonfire where the next lunch would be cooked; a greasy and gigantic wild boar that some lords of the court, with the help of prince Aemond’s riding skills, hunted for the day.

The settlement was beautiful; blue and clear skies shared by Kalistrox and Dreamfyre’s lifted spirits. Both dragons, as close as their riders, constantly coiled their tails between the clouds and flew together from here and there, taking smiles from the princesses, and blank eyes from prince Aegon.

Aegon hated the trip. Besides the lack of proper beds and cushions and mud-less floors, the thing he despised the most during it was the constants memories of fucking everybody about how his second name day was celebrated right in-

-“…in between these pines and breeze”. I know, my lord, I know!-. Aegon suddenly snapped to Lord Jason Lannister, faking smiling to him when the lion lord started too to tell his own memories of that long passed day-. Many have told the tale, already-. He chuckles with no grace, blinkless-. I’m told my sister declined your hand in marriage-. As mocking as ever, he scoffed a laugh behind his cup.

-Not quite how the tale goes …-, Jason Lannister, as cocky as ever, sips from his honey wine, not speaking any longer, something that Aegon cheered with a long sigh- and a long sip from his cup.

With time passing fast thanks to innumerable games, toasts, dances and songs, the night came quickly and without fuss. They were blessed by a bright white moon and a very tender breeze that would caress their cheeks and kiss away the sweat on anyone’s forehead.

Clapping to the rhythm of chord and air instruments, Helaena sits on a rug inside the main camping tent of the trip. Sitting with her on the floor, the image of Queen Alicent clapping along Helaena and rocking her grandson, Jaehaerys, on her knee brought many hearts to warm, especially Ser Criston’s, whose brown eyes were rarely away from the redheaded queen.

Alicent’s happy spirit was not a coincidence; turns out that the same day her grandchildren turn half a year, is her gone mother’s, Alerie Florent, own nameday. Always trying to keep a smile on her lips on that day, on her mom’s regard, Queen Alicent let herself out from some royal duties, and agreed with herself when thinking of the idea of a hunt.

Ser Otto, to his misfortune, had to remain in the Red Keep, attending to The King’s health and duties.

While Alicent and her daughter play and sing with the celebrated children, everybody finds their own doing as well. Prince Aegon found great comfort in the dancing of some young ladies of court. Ser Erryk, his Sworn Protector, would constantly and discreetly step in the middle of his sight, so that he’d stop looking at them with such lusty eyes. Soon enough, the prince came to his senses, and went to play with his children too. After he arrived, Helaena went to bed.

The princess Daera had excused herself to go flying with her golden beast, and so there Kalistrox is, flying high in the skies. The Golden Ray does fly, indeed, but the princess lied: she’s not with him up there. Anyone who’d look up to the sky would believe so, though.

Instead, we can find the princess away from the camp and its noise. Under the shine of the stars and the moon, and on a blanket she threw on the ground, the princess makes her own noise.

Daera moans, throwing back her head and closing her eyes while feeling the most addictive harsh thrusts her husband is giving into her from below her. He himself moans as well, owner of her hips and back of her neck.

-Aemond!-, she names with a breathy voice, airless.

On that blanket, prince Aemond is naked and sweated. His patch is nowhere to be found, and his eye never leaves his wife’s beautiful and damp face. The prince moans, clenching his teeth and holding her waist tighter. He makes great pressure with his legs, thrusting into her with no stop, going up and down, up and down. Magnificent.

-Fuck-, the prince growls. His neck is red, and she held it with a strong grip, looking at him in the middle of her moans-. You are so good- did you know that, wife?-. He asks, groaning endlessly.

-Am I?-, she babbles. She rolls her eyes blank, feeling how he was hitting her sweet spot time after time. The princess laughs, silly, clutching her legs to the sides of his body.

-You fucking are, aye, dearest-. The one-eyed answered with passion, grasping her mane from behind, and starting to thrust even harsher into her. That only brought a bigger smile, and louder moans from his love. She nails her nails on his neck, bouncing on his strong cock-. I love when you- hells!-, he can’t help but smile, throwing his head back.

She had been riding him before, but now, even though she is still on top, is he the one who’s doing all the job, hitting her from below. They both adore it.

-You love it when I give Aegon what he fucking deserves, don’t you?-. Daera looks down with a breathy smile, staring at the multiple hickeys on his chest and abdominals. He groaned within a laugh, nodding-. No one toys with my fucking husband-. She whispered with hurry.

They are talking about no less than an unnecessary spectacle Aegon decided to play on his little brother, taunting him in front of the lords and ladies when pointing out a graceless thing; Alicent had mirrors placed on the bridle of Aemond’s horse, for she thought about how challenging it must be for him, a one-eyed, to ride. Their mother was just being good-hearted, even though she kens he knows how to ride. A little naive, our Queen Alicent, but she just wanted to help.

Instead, that “help” won Aemond endless jokes and taunts from his older brother, Aegon, who turned red and clapped his thighs with great amusement. Less and lesser laughed, but he clearly had his fun. Whilst his brother ignored every word, ashamed, and their sister glared at the older, on her way to join the younger, princess Daera watched in silence from her mount.

It was a purely coincidental that, when arriving to the Kingsroad, where the horses run faster, Aegon’s saddle malfunctioned and made him fall harshly from it, landing on his very face with a loud and pathetic yell of pain, begging for help. The march had to stop for him. Queen Alicent ran worriedly to her eldest, with Ser Criston quickly following.

And, while Aemond and some lords only stared while they got him up from the ground, The One-Eyed Prince caught the cocky and disinterested smirk The Rogue Princess was mounting her black mare with. Unfazed by the “accident”, her horse walked past the crying Aegon with not one look, and she just keep riding with no worries, soon side-eyeing him with that constant smirk.

Knowing everyone else was rather occupied either laughing or looking at Aegon, Prince Aemond smiled with a bright and burning gaze, wide-eyed, and nodded towards her while slowly licking his teeth, already planning how hard he was going to fuck her.

-Goddess-, Aemond sighs, opening his teary eye and looking at her with an opened mouth. He praises her with his gaze, fucking her good. She clenches her teeth, squealing sharply-. You- you always do what you want, do you not?-. He speaks in the middle of his moans, so proud of her, of her way of being and acting.

-Always-. Daera answered with a smile and a moan, harshly jumping all over his dick, making it twitch. They are both so close-. You should try it, is fun-. She winked a cocky eye, and he laughed with no breath, squeezing her waist every time tighter.

-I am, presently-. The prince speaks fastly and, within a second, he turned things around, and Daera ended laying on the blanket, and him above of her, owning her legs and hips. She gasps, barely taking it in-. Fucking you-, he whispered, and did not wait a single second to keep thrusting into her, now kissing her neck.

Princess Daera opened her mouth along a loud moan and a huge smile, scratching his red back with her sharp nails, and opening all of herself to him. Aemond growls like an animal on her ear, and fucks her like one too, yet so lovely and full of passion. She shrieks and cheers, holding his long white mane into a fist.

-Vezhvenari ( I love you )-. A primal and longing grunt came from Aemond’s chest. Daera moaned, closing her eyes, and feeling closer and closer-. Vezhvenari, rūbā, rūs ( I love you, wife, mine )-. He chants and claims her with a passionate High Valyrian, owning her in every way possible.

With that, both the princes came, with no restriction.

She let out a wild roar of pleasure that her husband interrupted with a wild kiss and moans from his own. They melted into their lips, holding each other tightly and in the middle of savage groans and declarations of love.

Their bonded bodies rolled out from the blanket, but they cared little, and quickly started to fuck again, with madlust and mud.

•••

The memories of that camp, more than half a year ago now, are presently wandering around princess Daera’s mind. They came to her, as swiftly as a blink, and have installed themselves in front of her eyes, almost touchable.

Before her, she sees Helaena sitting on the floor, laughing and playing with her children with the brightest smiles on their faces. No one else matters, only them. Slowly, Daera cocks her head to a side while looking at them, while remembering them. Her eyes glow, almost smiling to herself.

But then, when Aemond came to the scene, her soft eyes lost their shine. The princess clenches her fists under the water, recalling how she rode the One-Eyed Prince that night; she hears her own moans in her mind, echoing, along his, that pray to her and claim her as his.

Daera closes her eyes, shaking her head. When doing so, she saw Aemond’s colored moaning face looking up at her with a silly smile and a tear on his cheek, gasping. Instantly, she flinched, and opened her eyes again. The princess gulps, not fully understanding why she’s ashamed of that memory.

The memory of her, fucking a traitor.

That night she was in The Kingswood, under the tall trees and fresh breeze from King’s Landing. Tonight, while reminiscing it, she sits on a warm wooden bathtub that steams, that hugs and protects her naked body from the cold harsh breeze of the outsides of her room, for she now stays in nowhere else than The North, at Winterfell’s castle.

And not alone.

While the princess is lost on her thoughts, her prince husband is right by the other side of the partition that now divides the privy from the rest of the room. Jacaerys remains seated on the bed, now with his feet on the floor, and his elbows on his knees, while his chin rests on his tense knuckles.

Queen Rhaenyra’s oldest son is nothing but a man now, and it shows, for he can’t stop his constant glances to the washroom. His eyes are dark, and filled of curiosity and perhaps something more. Every time he hears the water slightly moving, or the princess’ voice humming, something inside him twitches, not only mentally.

He can’t help but think of many things at the same time; from what his wife and him did, back in King’s Landing, when she made him cum on his pants by moving and dancing above of him with a sensuality he never thought would be lucky enough to be witness of. But he was, and beyond! For then, a couple days later, he found himself kneeled in front of her, kissing her cunny and fingering her flower with lust and desire and sweat. It was marvelous; she was a marvel.

Hasn’t he always loved her deeply? Didn’t he wed her just for her own good, and that of his family? Yes, but as of late, it has been no longer a secret that he started to fall and fall the more for her with every day, smile and kiss. And afterwards, when he thought it meet to consider that it would always stay that way, his wife also shares this desire, and listened closely to his love confession on The Neck!

From a moment to another, Jace stood up from the bed, growing restless. He could not be quiet for one more second. Growling lowly, he starts to walk in circles, constantly clenching and biting his own fists. He does not see it himself, but he walks and stresses just like Daemon.

Images flashes in front of his mind; Daera all over him, kissing his lips and humping on his clothes, in her bedchambers in King’s Landing.

-Gods-, the young man lets out a whisper, closing his eyes.

Lying closely and together besides the fire they made in The Neck, she smiles to him with dearness and longing, caressing his mane.

-Um-, he shakes his head to himself, playing with his hands.

His brown hair harshly pulled by her shaky hands while he licks all of her core, from up to down and from side to side. “Good boy” she called him, having him moaning while eating her flesh and drinking her juices.

Jace clenches his fists, once again, and closes his eyes harshly while walking in circles. His heart beats fastly.

And let us not forget, the passion with which she kissed him outside the dining hall of Winterfell. She pulled his hair and pampered his lips with no shyness, allowing him to taste the wine on her tongue.

With this last memory, prince Jacaerys stops walking, and takes a deep breath in. With his arms hanging to the sides of his body, he tilted his head to a side, and stared at the noble partition with wide eyes of curiosity and calculation. Now, he looks much and more like his mother, Rhaenyra.

Helaena, Aemond, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera faded away from Daera’s memory when some knocks from the other side of the noble partition brought her out of her mind. Taking a deep breath in, she silently thanked it, for she was just about to lose herself even more in those memories that, now, so much hurt.

-Yes?-. She is quick to answer, raising her brows.

-I’m afraid I drank far too much brew, sister-. Jacaerys’ voice speaks from the other side with repentance. Daera starts to smile, burlesque-. Would you mind if…?-. Shyly, he ponders.

-But of course-. Within a second, she answered, turning her head to look forward.

Listening to his steps getting close, the princess blinks slowly, with a resting face that almost looks like she’s smirking. She feels a heat growing in her chest when she felt Jacaerys’ presence entering to the washroom; she hears his steps coming from behind.

-I won’t look-. The prince said and, true to his word, he came in with a hand covering the right side of his face, totally blocking the sight of the bathtub, and the princess in it.

Amused, Daera turned around with a laugh, and rested her chin on her arm. When turning around, though, she grew speechless when finding her husband coming in with firm steps, and no shirt on him. She parts her lips, surprised, looking at his clenched abdominals while he walks.

-I will-. Shameless, she said, slowly placing her chin on the tub’s wall, following him with her attentive purple eyes.

That mumble made the prince to smile. He chews his grin, proud, turning on a corner to find the chamber pot. Daera twisted her lips when she stopped seeing him but, from her position, she still catches a little peek of his back, which is slouched while he clearly grabs his…oh dear gods.

The princess bites her lips, slowly and almost unconsciously, looking at him from feet to toe from the distance. She listens to his urine falling on the pot. It ashamed deeply princess Daera to find the sound stimulating. She rolled her eyes to herself, looking away with a tsk.

After finishing his need, Jacaerys fastened his pants’ threads, licking his lips while trying to ignore that his cock is -in fact- half hard. Since Daera got in the bathtub, if you must know.

The prince approached to a bucket of water placed near the chamber pot. He washes his hands and, with all the discretion of the world, he slowly turns his head around, raising a brow, and taking a subtle peek towards the tub.

Daera stares at him with not a blink in the middle.

Jace flinches and immediately looks forward again, tsking with his teeth clenched and eyes wide opened. His cheeks quickly started to burn as hot as Vermax’s breath.

Not caring about his intrusion, she looks at him from her place, quietly. As he has his back turned to her, the princess delights herself with the free sight of him; his brown curls falling on his neck, nearly reaching some moles on his clenched naked back. His color is so kind to the view; he is white, aye, but there’s a sunkissed tone on him that the beaches of Dragonstone have gifted him.

The Rogue Princess cockily narrows her eyes, seeing how he was almost finished with washing his hands. After licking her lips, and blowing away any memory she was having before, she places her mind in the now.

-You must want to bath-. The princess speaks, softly and interested.

Prince Jacaerys blinks widely, looking at the wall in front of him. He may be unspoiled and unsullied, not very familiar with sexual touch, but our prince is no fool. This is the perfect example of what an olive branch is. And gods be damn, he loves olives.

Slowly and gracefully, he gave a twirl. It was his head the first to turn; with the brown eyes of a pup, he looked at her with care and confidence, maintaining a closed mouth. When his body turned too, he faced her fully, with no nerves anymore; he didn’t allow them to flourish.

-I can wait-. Forever a gentleman, he says, softly signaling to her bath. And, from it, she placed both her elbows on the railing, endlessly looking at him with parted lips and glossy eyes. He felt breathless when the gods blessed her with that sight; the wetness of her delicate arms.

-You don’t have to-. Daera shrugged, her voice funny and calmed. Jacaerys narrows his eyes, starting to smile, almost with no breath-. Enough space, I think-. She sided a smirk, taking her elbows down, and resting her back on the tub, pointing at the rest of it.

But, what to think of the gods for? He has one himself, in front of him. Inviting him to share a bath.

-Daera-. He subtly tilts his head, taking a slow step forward, feeling a heat traveling around all of his body; it even reached his lashes.

-We bathed together a couple times, in the shores of Driftmark-. The princess recalls with an amused tone, shrugging again while looking at her own nails.

-We were children-. Still approaching, he smiles, looking sideways and then back at her. He glances at her shoulders, brown and trained.

-Still siblings, yet-. The princess turns her head, and looks at him with a raised brow, cocking her head with obviousness. Jacaerys breathes in deeply, mentally yelling to his fucking self to stop voicing excuses!-. Are we not?-, she questions, smiling calmly.

-We are-. Within the second, he answered, halting his steps.

His hands reached the threads of his pants. When seeing this, Daera afflicted her throat, and stared with no pretending. To be honest, this brought the prince’s nerves out. He keeps fastening them, and plays his fingers around them, looking at her, and taking two steps forward.

The threads now hang from his pants; it only remains for him to pull them down to be completely naked. The prince gulps, and stares at his wife. This one, as silent as never, sides a smile to him, getting deep into his eyes, which look back at her with a subtle yearning. And, after a common blink, she turned her gaze away, covering the side of her face as he had done before.

-When you’re ready, my prince-. She funnily speaks, automatically making the air lighter.

Both their laughs filled the washroom. Jacaerys bites his lips, chuckling, and then pulls his pants down, walking out of them. When hearing the cloth falling on the floor, the princess took a deep breath, and bit her lips as the same as he keeps doing. Slowly and carefully, he starts to get into the bathtub.

-Careful…-. With a whisper, she spoke to him, ever looking at the partition.

-Uhm-. He nods, placing both his hands on the tub’s side to descend with slowness and caution-. Gods, it’s warm-. He briefly chuckles when the water started to get a hold of his legs and thighs, and manhood.

-Right?-. Endlessly smiling, his wife giggles too, feeling how a second body was joining her bath, making the water even warmer. Fuck.

-You can look at me-. Jacaerys speaks in the middle of a light cackle.

Rarely obedient, but definitely wanting to look, Daera drew her hand down, and turned her head forward. The image of Jacaerys’ clenched abdomen sinking into the warm water, and his stretched arms holding tightly to the sides of the tub, while he’s looking at her behind his brown curls, smiling and breathing nervously- will never leave her mind.

When the prince settled into the bathtub, their thighs and legs touched, now harshly skimming against the other under the tepid water. When feeling her soft skin touching his, Jacaerys sighed heavily through his nose; his eyes darkened, and wandered around all he could see of her, which was not that much.

-There you are-. The princess mumbles, amused, slowly blinking while looking at him with a confidence that makes him sigh like an enamored teen girl.

Her arms and shoulders are naked and to the air, indeed, but all the oils, bubbles and fancy soaps in the water make it impossible to see further than that. However, the sight is one he’ll forever be thankful for; the proximity, surely, too.

-Here I am-. Kindly, he smiles with his brows raised and jaw clenched. Daera laughs a little, glancing at the waters and- damn it, not catching a single glance of what lays in the middle of his legs, down there in the water.

At the same time, they grow quiet, and stare at each other’s eyes. There’s something captivating in them, an intensity and a form of desire that makes the candlelight from around to take a second place, if we were to make a list of what shines the most in the chambers of Lord Cregan’s royal guests.

Briefly smiling, the prince looks down, eyeing the water and the bubbles. He chuckles a little, and lightly moves his legs, making them to bounce a little. Felling all of his manly hair skimming her soft thighs and knees, the princess breathed in deeply, slowly cocking her head while looking at him.

-This is nice-. He, then, mumbles. When he looks up again, he finds a curious expression on his wife’s face-. Being this far away from home…on the comforts of this warm bath…-, the brown-haired clarifies, his tiny grin haven’t faded away.

-Um-. She nods, now understanding-. Almost feels like we are not at war, doesn’t it?-. The princess smiles, somewhat in a fake way, resting her elbows on the tub's sides.

-We are not at war, Daera-. His soft mannered voice is quick to correct her.

-But we are-. Hers, as rogue as always, did too. Pressing his lips, he sighs through his nose, staring at her for some silent seconds.

-Um-, his head started to nod, gaining narrowed interested eyes from her-. Yes, we are-. With little of a problem, he agreed with her. Sighing, the princess' faces dyes almost with pity and tiredness, though a smile remains on her lips-. Mother has seemed rather...-, sinking his arms into the water, he searches for the proper words-...thoughtful, as to our next actions-. Jacaerys declared, sighing himself too.

Daera raises her brows and a "o" forms in her mouth while she starts to tilt her head from side to side, curious.

-Nights ago, you told me 'bout avoiding bloodshed-. She pointed with obviousness, which made the prince to tsk lightly, staring at the steaming water that hugs them both-. Is your mind changing, brother?-. The princess ponders, briefly taking a glance towards his marked clavicle.

-I do not thirst for blood, much less that of my kin, but...-. Jace clarifies, shaking his head and, looking sideways to the candles, he takes a deep breath in. Daera clenches her jaw, thinking of Aegon The Usurper, and how gladly she'd make him bleed-...so much would have been avoided, I confess, had we taken faster and harder action regarding the Green's doings-. He came to confess with great honesty.

Daera's eyes immediately shined, and she quickly raised her brows.

-Jace, I know!-. She speaks with nothing but agreement, nodding excitedly under his brown attentive gaze-. We...we betrothed Joffrey!-. The more hurtful of examples came out from her mouth, with a shocked and pained voice. Jace's lips trembled when hearing it-. Our little brother, sold like a goat!-. She laughs with no grace, resting her back in the tub.

-It was humbling!-. The prince hisses, nodding while looking at her. His wife made a tsk, scratching her forehead as her father does too-. To not say humiliating-. He adds in a low mumble voice, as if it was a curse he spoke.

-Lady Jeyne Arryn had you to lick her cunt-. Daera stresses with a harsh tone, opening her eyes widely. Maintaining a straight face, Jace couldn't avoid recalling how she herself taught her how to do that-. And, somehow, I fucking let it happen-. Bemused with her own person, she mumbles, looking away and shaking her head-. I should have taken her head...-, she suddenly ideated.

-Daera-, he quickly tries to bring her to her senses.

-And her cunny!-. She declared with no shame and a stiff lip, causing the prince to make a pout, almost reproachful-like, while looking at her in silence with raised brows-. Only saying-. The princess snorts, shrugging.

-I do understand your frustration; I share it, naturally-. The prince sides with her, lightly clenching his fists under the water-. "Dragons to the Vale", as if we had dragonriders to spare and share-. He can't buck scoff, rolling his eyes blank.

-Exactly!-. She wildly puts a hand out of the water to point at him-. I'll see Baela for the task, but we need her in Dragonstone-. Daera raises her brows, tapping a finger against the tub's wall. He closely listens, nodding.

Until, suddenly, he stops.

-Joff-. Curious, he named their little brother.

-What?-. Daera knits her brows, attentive.

-The Vale asked for a dragonrider, though no size was requested, was it?-. The prince opens a hand, waiting for an answer. Daera's eyes instantly shine, getting his point-. We can send Joff-, he stresses.

-With Tyraxes-. Daera whispers, and her husband starts to nod and to smile, vividly-. He'll be safe there!-. The relief of her voice had no comparison when realizing that her little brother would be well apart from the war-. And Baela stays in Dragonstone-, she smiles.

-Moondancer is swift, and knows her commands very well-. Jace raised his brows, proudly. Daera lets a cackle out, staring at him with bright eyes-. She shall stay-, he decided.

-They shall-. His wife agreed, smirking-. Very good-. She quickly nods, eyeing him deeper and slower than before. He nods to a side, sucking his cheeks from the inside before her intense look.

After taking a breath in, Daera looks down, her factions softening. Silent and curious, Jacaerys stares at her with parted lips, wondering what her thoughts are, and what her coming words may be.

The princess looks at the water, but she sees Jace forced to bring Lady Cunt Arryn to her fucking climax with his tongue, she sees the Whore of the Vale all entitled, asking for dragonriders of her own, she sees Lord Manderly agreeing to raise his banners for them only after offering Joffrey’s hand in marriage to his daughter, she sees the crannogmen of The Neck mocking her and trying to steal from her with no shame. Restless, the princess begins to shake her head, bemused.

-You see, that’s what it maddens me-. She suddenly whispers, looking up again with wide eyes. He listens closely, his brows a little furrowed-. We are House Targaryen-. Forever proud, she declared with a stiff lip-. And our House does not deserve to be treated as it lately has been: mocked-. She raises her brows, drifting a little in the water, making it hotter with the rage in her words-. Taken as fools, as servants, as pleasers!-. Daera smiles widely, though there’s no grace in her face, or in that of her husband’s, who spoke after her.

-I cannot disagree with your sentiment, wife-. He softly murmured, staring at her purple desperate eyes-. They ask for bestowals and marriages in exchange for something that they must give by tradition and by law!-. Jace heartly points out, opening his eyes bigly. His wife snaps her fingers and points at him, clenching her lips.

-We may be the House of The Dragon, but we’re toothless…or so it seems-. Daera snorted with a wary voice, looking around, and soon rolling her eyes blank-. Did you see what I did, to those people on The Neck?-. She asks from a moment to another, interested.

-I clearly did-. Jacaerys instantly nods, sighing when recalling the image of her standing over a rock, all covered in stranger blood while holding hands with the upper half body of a corpse; all while looking at him, and casually telling him that she found supper for their dragons.

-They felt entitled, and they got what they deserved-. Daera rises her brows to the top of her head, assuring. That’s when the prince looks down in the middle of a sigh, and started to shake his head from side to side-. Jacaerys-, she names him with warning, not wanting him to disagree with her.

-Your purpose is certain but the method was overdone, Daera-. With softness and a slight scolding, he looked directly into her proud purple eyes, which smirked with sarcasm.

-I took hands on the matter, and look what happened-. She points to her left and right, smiling at him. He cocks his head-. They will never be a problem again-. Within a second, she erased her pretended happiness, and snorted with cockiness and superiority.

-But oft and sooner than later you will find yourself with that kind of person again; what will you do then? Kill them too?-. The prince asks while shrugging, curious.

-It has worked so far-. Daera whispers with no repentance, shrugging the same as him.

-We can’t kill them all-. The prince says with simplicity.

-All the bad, yes, we can-. The princess dared, shaking her head. Her husband sides a small reproachful smile, blinkless while staring at her, who soon sighed through her nose-. Do not paint me as a beast, Jace, I know too to forgive and hope for the better. They call me the Princess of Flea Bottom, oy? It’s not been all festivals and smiles; I know my battles with them-. She raised her chin, prideful and honest, making him to smirk a little-… But it is a hard task, sometimes-. She confessed, lightly playing with her fingers under the water.

-What is?-, he questions.

-To trust they’ll do no longer ill-. Princess Daera answered-. People-, she names.

Aemond comes to her mind, and her mind called her a hypocrite, making her to remember all the countless times that she trusted the One-Eyed Prince with that hope of him never doing anything bad to her. So long as to the moment we speak, alas, he has usurped her family’s throne, stolen their birthright, and caused the stillbirth of her baby sister, Visenya.  

The Rogue Princess feels a pain on her chest. She takes a breath, looking at her husband, who so closely listens to her, looking like he gets her words and feelings. Oh, he has no idea.

-Hadn’t it been for trust and hope, Aegon the Conqueror and his sisters would have not made it to the history books-. Prince Jacaerys whispered, pretending to accidentally linger a finger on a leg of her. Daera’s face softens when he speaks, and her eyes blinked slowly while looking at them, taking his words in-. Nor would have King Jaehaerys ordered the Great Council that made my grandsire King of The Seven Kingdoms-. He lifts up his brows and chin.

They smile tinyly, staring deeply at each other with a light glim of sadness in their eyes when thinking of Viserys; passed now. Daera’s cheeks begin to come up while looking at him.

-It’s no easy thing, dear wife, to trust-. The brown-haired prince whispers, briefly narrowing his eyes. This dear wife of him stares at him with no blink in the middle-. The path is yet uncertain but the outcome is one where we win-. He slowly nods, lingering again that finger against her legs. She blinks softly, tilting her head to a side-…We must trust-, he declared.

Daera’s eyes, which before were raging and holding curses, now are soft like snow, looking at him with a growing smile, and a sigh from her nose.

-I guess you are right, my King-. She had the guts to call him, curling up her lips, and giving a most playful grip to one of his knees. The prince flinches, and instantly smiles hugely at her, not believing that he was just called “King”, nor that her hands are so warm-. I could learn some things from you-. Cockily, she moves her shoulders.

-Ah-. Jace smiles, looking down-. It is me, in fact, who could learn a lot from you, good wife-. He pointed out, raising his brows and pointing at her with his chin-. She who everything solves-. Flattering, the prince smirks at her.

-I do not know everything, Jace, I just pretend that I do-. Daera funnily said with a playful voice, showing her teeth within a laugh. Jacaerys kept smiling, but did not take her jest as truth.

-Says the best dragonrider I’ve known-. The prince mumbles while discreetly rolling his eyes, glancing away. Daera parts her lips and, inevitably, gets surprised, very flattered by such high esteem. Her heart gets warmer when thinking of her dear Kalistrox, who’s grunting to the snow as we speak.

Under the tepid water, their legs touch more than before, slowly becoming more near to each other. The prince gulped and looked down to the tub, whilst the princess looked up and perched him with her discreet yet undressing eyes, which he soon met with his own. Jacaerys stiffens his shoulders, but starts to smile calmly when staring at her.

Daera sucks her right cheek to the inside, pursing her humid lips.

-You were right, before-. Jace suddenly commented, eyeing the water once again-. One feels at ease, in here-. He agrees, nodding when looking at her again. He finds dark eyes, and an almost prideful smirk-. The fact that Lord Cregan knows nothing of the usurpation, perhaps make sit a lot…easier-. He confessed in a sigh.

-Perhaps-. She nodded to a side, sighing too-. But tomorrow he shall know and, after we gain the support of The North, we fly home-. Daera planned. After doing so, she scrunches her lips and starts to shake her head with a bemused expression-. Perhaps this is our last night feeling this peace-. She shrugged with doubt but honesty.

And, while speaking, Princess Daera moved her legs, and placed them to the sides of Jacaerys’ body, making his legs to be in the middle of hers. He gasped, and parted his lips. She pressed her heels against his strong thighs, basically trapping him in the middle of her legs.

His body tenses, and he blinks slowly, feeling the warmth her legs have trapped him into; he loves it. Unhurried, he lifted his brown eyes at her, finding amusement and desire in hers. You can bet whatever in the Seven Kingdoms you want, that his are shining exactly the same.

The brown-haired dared to make a move too and, with no shyness, he slouched his back a little, placed his open hands on her legs, and wandered them up until reaching the thickness of her thighs, gripping them lightly- but slowly, and with passion and dedication. He caresses from up to down, whispering her name.

A harsh sigh escaped the princess’ lips, and within a second, we find her doing the very same with him. She slouched too, and claimed his legs with her delicate hands. She feels his strong muscles, his hair all around the place, how tense he is. When the purple-eyed reached the upper part of his thighs, almost reaching his behind, she digged her nails in his skin.

And when that pleasantly burned, he moaned.

-If this is indeed our last night feeling like this…-, the prince whispers under his breath, wandering his gaze around all of her beautiful face-…I don’t want it to ever end….-, he confessed a heartful wish, with the eyes of a begging pup.

Princess Daera sighs to herself, lightly moving her head while staring at him. She is besotted, marveled with his purity, his sanity, his true and honest desire he can no longer hide when they do so little as to simple look at each other. Lust and love are lingering on his brown eyes. Other eyes have looked at her before exactly like this, but these…they are entirely good; they cannot hurt her.

To herself, she wonders if Ser Harwin Strong was ever this handsome, this kind looking, this perfect flourishment of both kindness and yearning. If indeed he ever was, Daera does not blame her step-mother Rhaenyra at all. At fucking all.

-The curls suit you so well-. She whispered, from a moment to another, slowly starting to lean back, wandering her hands on his legs.

-Thank you, princess-. With a silly sided smile, and loving eyes, he murmured with dearness.

Daera leaned her back on the tub’s wall, placing her arms to the sides of it, relaxed. Jace blinks slowly, staring at her. And afterwards, whilst taking a deep breath in, the princess made her chest to come out from the water. Perfection itself.

Her breasts showed with no shame; thin and numerous waterdrops running down their circumference, rolling down on those perfect brown nipples. Them breasts stand so firmly with no effort; they shine and they are beautiful. They took all air out of prince Jacaerys’ lungs.

-In case this is indeed the last one, I do not want that the only bosom you ever remember is that of your mother’s-. The princess cockily smiled, lightly tilting her head while staring at him.

Jace is mouth-opened, flabbergasted, staring at them with no end. His own chest starts to come up and down, his breathing became heavy and his eyes even darker, as if that was even possible. He gasps, lowly, mouthing a word, but saying none. He is enchanted, definitely.

-I reckon you wanted to see them, did you not?-. She ponders in a low voice. She caresses her own tits, lightly grabbing and squeezing them with her fingers. The prince clenches his jaw, staring at that, and then at her eyes, with no breath-. Your eyes had been all over me, I could only presume-. She shrugged, faking so much innocence.

The prince places his hands to the sides of the tub, grabbing them with force and tense fingers, forever looking at her. His chest comes up and down, as well as his eyes, from her breasts to her enchanting gaze.

-Perhaps you…want to touch them, too?-. Daera questions, briefly narrowing her eyes.

Jace takes impulse, but quickly backed down, biting his lips. The water of the tub moves with a little harshness due to his sudden move. He clenches his fingers around the tub’s sides, and presses his jaw with force. Looking at him with no reaction, Daera blinks, and sides a smile.

The water moved again, harsher this time, when the princess took impulse and, within a second, stood up mighty and firmly, looking down at him. And, from down, Jacaerys shining gaze and open mouth admired the naked and dripping body of the goddess that stands before him, with power and pointy nipples and a bare round ass.

-Daera-, he named, breathless.

Daera reached for his hands, taking them with hers, and then placing them to the sides of her body. When feeling her hips burning against his mortal skin, the prince groaned, furrowing his brows, and he himself squeezed her waist and her hips, marveled. Under the water, his erection starts to come beck to its full power, and what a power.

Silly and lustful, the prince takes the liberty to follow her hands, which guide him through her skin. He caresses her thighs, her inner thighs, her waist and abdomen, almost reaching to her breasts, touching the base of them. He sighs and moans, narrowing his eyes when feeling how soft everything is.

The princess, barely blinking, thinks of Aemond. Her mind barked and scolded her. “No time to think of the fucker, of the betrayer, of the oath-breaker, the turn cloak, the traitor”. Daera starts to breath fast, looking down at his puppy eyes, his open mouth. “No time to think of the husband who stole your family’s throne and killed your sister”. He bites his lips, looking up her. “Time to think of the husband whose worst deed has been loving you while you neglected him”.

-If this is the last, Daera, would you spare me the mock….-. Jacaerys’ eyes look at her as a Septon would stare at The Seven-…and considerate granting me a favor?-. He asks in a whisper, caressing her waist.

With parted lips and a fast breath, Daera goes back to her thoughts in The Vale, after he made her come with his mouth. There’s a conclusion to them; she did not do it because it’s on her nature, because she’s a whore who runs from one man to another, or whatever bullshit. No. She did it because she deserved it. And so does Aemond, the gods curse him.

The princess hums, and lowers her height, taking his hands with her. Easily, and as light as a feather, Daera ended up seated on Jace’s lap, finding great comfort on his naked thighs and abdomen, clutching herself to them. They both moan, he with an enamored smile and shiny eyes, tightly holding her waist to accommodate her on him.

Daera groans and closes only an eye for a second when clearly feeling his member under her; it’s trapped between her abdomen and his, strong and hulk, fucking warmer than the candles themselves. She opens her mouth, and harshly grabs his neck from behind with both her hands.

-Tell me your wish, husband-. Her silky voice spoke over his lips and nose, sending him a fresh breeze of lavender and wine. He hums and bites his lips, grabbing her waist tighter than before when looking up at her glossy eyes.

-I want to be yours…-. He, then, confessed, mouth-opened and hopeful.

In that moment, she couldn’t help but to bite her lips strongly, taking a deep breath in and curving her brows to the top of her head, never looking away from him and his pleading lusty gaze.

-Oh, Jace-. She caresses his curly hair, losing her nails on his scalp, which made him to moan a sigh, and to grab her hips even tighter than before-…You are already mine-. Daera declared, heading down one of her hands.

That hand arrived to the middle of them and, with no further ado, it grabbed his pulsing strong cock. When feeling so, the poor prince lost all sense but pleasure; he moaned like an animal and melted right in the tub, rolling his eyes blank and opening his mouth in a breathless smile.

-Did you not know you are already mine, prince?-. Tauntly, she mumbles, wrapping her five fingers around his length, softly stroking it while her other hand remained pulling his hair, and her lips traveled to his neck. He thinly groans-. Aren’t you proud of it?-. She teases. His sensible neck.

-I am-, a breeze of a breath answered for him.

Jace melts even more, rolling his eyes blank when feeling- at the same time! the kisses on his neck, the pulling on his hair, and the strokes on his cock. He gasps, time after time, and he moans, stroking himself her small waist, marking all of his fingers on it. She is a goddess as it has never been before.

Daera, instead of pulling this time, pushed his hair, and that made his face to end right between her breasts; just as she wanted it. Jacaerys sighed trembly and didn’t even have to wait for a command. He knew he wanted to do it, and he knew he had her permission so, no wasting a single second, he opened his mouth wider, and cupped a whole tit of her into it.

The princess shrieked with pleasure, holding both sides of his head when feeling how he started to desperately eat both her breasts, getting them more wet than the water ever did.

-Jace-, she breathed his name, allowing herself to close her eyes and throw her head back.

Jace hugged her tightly to her, and he grunted, he grunted and furrowed his brows while he gladly buried himself in the breasts of the princess, both licking and grabbing them with no taste for stopping. He loves this new feeling, that of them on his mouth, on his hands, on his everything. He moans, yet again, caressing her back with his big hands, and endlessly licking her left nipple.

She cursed in the middle of a sigh, smiling and, from a moment to another, pulling him away from her breasts. With his mouth wet and his hair all disheveled, he looks at her with praise and extreme gratitude, mentally praying to her.

They kiss. It only took two seconds staring at each other for them to desperately melt their mouth against the other’s. He holds her face, and she cup his, both of them sighing and groaning while feeling their tender lips. Daera moans, getting apart, and whispering over his.

-Do you desire me?-. She asked, and he nodded, placing his hands back in her back, now lower than before; he wishes to meet her ass.

-Yes, so much-. The young man nearly whines, curving his brows and staring at her breasts and then at her eyes-. I lust for you, Daera, I burn for you-. He sobbed and sighed, closing his eyes.

-Do you want to do this, young prince?-. She caresses his hair, breathing over his nose, and then placing tender kisses on it. He tsks his tongue and clutches his fingers to her waist, drawing her even closer.

-I do-, he whispered, resting her forehead against hers. She feels his hands wandering around her behind, making it obvious how bad he wanted to grab it-. Take me, and let me take you-. Jacaerys mumbles, and shrieks lowly when feeling her abdomen pressing itself against his manhood, on purpose-. Oh, gods, please-. The boy pleads with a face of pain, tilting his head.

Daera bits her lips, inevitably moaning, for she had never seen someone so eager to do it, and that says a lot. He looks like he’s almost in physical dolor, begging for her touch and answer, praying for her love and kisses.

-Fuck, Jace-. She sighs, nearing her face even more to his. Almost shy, he gives her a quick kiss, tasting her lips-. Fuck-. She repeats, and he kisses her again, now slower-. Jace, I am going to fuck you so hard-. The princess whines, curving her brows, completely honest.

And he cheered with a broken moan, for that was all that he ever wanted.

Not holding himself anymore, he grabbed both sides of her face, and granted her a sudden and wild kiss, eagerly moving his lips on hers. Daera answers with the same ferocity, furrowing her brows and moving on top of him, pressing her teats against his chest.

And, speaking of them, it was only a matter of time before Prince Jacaerys came back to crazily kiss those blessed breasts, covering them with his kisses, saliva, hands and sighs. Daera smiles and keeps grabbing his curly brown hair, playing with it. He kisses and pampers the nipples and the flesh, not having enough of them.

Daera feels how he is more than hard already. His cock is strong and stiff, poking on her lower belly as some kind of weapon; its head is so round and yet pointy, boiling, touching her with warmth and desire. She groans and bits her lips, shaking her head all of a sudden.

The prince’s mouth is almost left in the air, for the princess stood up from a moment to another, standing again in front of him. The renewed sight made Jacaerys to sigh and to smile like a silly man. His hair is still possessed by one of her hands, which suddenly pushed him.

Jace saw the Seven Heavens when she pushed him towards her womanhood. Hungry por it, he places his hands on her thighs, and grants one quick kiss to her mount. He moans, shakily, closing his eyes, and instantly places another kiss, now one closer to her lips. With trembling hands, he sticked out his tongue, and licked in there. The princess hummed a moaned, but remained firm.

-Gods-, he whispered, fascinated.

He planned to lick again, now further and deeper and slower, but princess Daera had other plans, for she suddenly let go of his hair and, with graceful moves, stepped out of the bathtub.

Jace quickly turns his head, not losing her out of sight. The floor gets wet with all the water that her body and hair are dripping, but none care even a little. He bites his lips, and stares at her with eyes that shine more than fire itself. They stare at each other with so much lust; desire and passion own their bodies right now.

-Let me see you-. The white-haired princess asked, with a low but still voice, blinkless.

The Jacaerys that stepped shyly into the tub before, who kindly asked her to look away while he got himself undressed, was now gone. Now, more confident than ever, and with a big reason in the middle of his legs of why he’s no ashamed to show himself, Jacaerys starts to stand on his feet, rising his body with firmness.

Besides being one and a half head taller than his wife, the wooden bathtub is also tall. So, when he stood, and she looks, she had to raise her head, and to glance up with parted lips, and wide eyes of tremendous marvel, bemused.

From feet to toe, Prince Jacaerys is a piece of art itself. Waterdrops have the joy and luck of touching his skin while running down it. He is tall, he is strong, his abdomen is clenched as well as his legs and arms. His brown curls give him a touch of sweet, but his face speaks the manliest of words. He’s gorgeous. And in the middle of his legs…a greater marvel. ‘Tis big, it really is, but it’s perfect. And she was right; she was right since the first time she felt her underneath her.

It’s bigger than Aemond’s.

-Holy fucks-, Daera whispered.

This is not -of course- her first time seeing a naked man, neither the second, nor the third. Not even the sixth.

But, as we turn to Jacaerys, we can see he is in pure awe, stroked by the beauty standing in front of him. Her body is made by the very gods, he is sure. Those curves, that color, the way her skin shines, the way her nipples stand and the way her womanhood is so softly at sight, making him to want to go and kiss it.

This is the first time our Jace sees a naked woman, and gods be good, it is better than he could have ever imagined.

Starting to smile, Daera approaches to the tub, and he smiled too, looking at her.

-Come-. Playfully, she offers him a hand. With no doubt, he takes it, and begins to carefully step out of the tub-. Good?-, she watches his step.

-Good-. He answered in a whisper, looking down while he comes out. Soon, his bare feet ended on the cold floor.

Standing in front of him, with her smaller height, she looks at him with a pressed smile. Jacaerys keeps looking at the floor for two seconds more, and then he lets out a laugh and, within a second, raised his eyes and hands again, quickly cupping her head, and melting himself onto a kiss.

Daera sighs through her nose and laughs too, grabbing his arms and tenderly squeezing them, loving their thickness and strength. He hums with eyes closed, and places both his hands on her white hair, carefully and lovingly caressing it.

-Come with me-. In the middle of a kiss, she mumbles, and then kisses him again. Slowly and cautious, they start to walk at the same pace, him caressing his hair, and she caressing his arms-. Follow me-, she asks.

-Wherever-. In a quick whisper, he said, and then kissed her again. Daera laughs, curving her brows, and going to caress his thighs and hips, something he thanked with a moan from deep his throat.

When he less expected it, the prominent heat of the fireplace hit him once again. When they separated their lips to take air, he realized they were back in the bedroom, having left the washroom behind them, as well as printed foots of their wet feet on their way.

-Oh, gods-. He sighs with great pleasure, looking down at her with silky eyes and parted lips, soon biting them. Daera bites hers as yours, slowly caressing his waist, as if pondering what she is to do next. Oh, she surely knows.

-I think you’ll rather sit on this part-. The princess advices, softly placing her hands on his chest. Still smiling silly, he narrows his eyes with curiosity, taking slow steps backward when she started to walk forward-. I do not think you can take it standing-. She appeared to make a jest, smiling.

-Take what?-, the prince mumbles with interest, caressing her hair.

From a moment to another, she pushed him, and he suddenly ended up seating at the feet of the bed, wide-eye opened. The prince sees her smiling. And not a second after, she starts to get on her knees, right in the floor.

-Daera, you’ll hurt yourself-. Confused, he is quick to pull her hands.

The princess stops, looking up at him in the middle of her way. She thinks of all the times she kneeled on the floor, on rock, on the secret passageways, on sand, when giving pleasure to Aemond. He had never said that to her. For a moment, she felt disgusted when remembering so. And when thinking those away, and concentrating in Jacaerys, she felt thankful.

With a melted heart, she keeps on kneeling, while a cocky smile grows in her face.

-Oh, prince, I think it’s worth it-. She funnily mumbles, completely kneeling on the floor. Leg-opened, Jace gulps, and eyes her from up to down multiple times-. I think you’ll soon agree with me-. An amused whisper left her lips, and then she licked them.

-Daera-. His chest comes up and down, seeing how her eyes glance at his cock with a smile and her tongue out. She places her hands on his knees, opening his legs wider, and then caressing his hips and thighs-. Daera, Daera-. He quickly names, breathing even faster when she leaned front.

From the washroom, we can see how the princess bent her neck down, and then the prince threw his head back.  

Jacaerys moaned loudly, not keeping any sound to himself when he felt his wife’s mouth suddenly wrapping his warm cock in the middle of a cocky laugh. The prince groans and whines, his chest coming up and down and his eyes rolling blank. He’s almost frozen, stiffed by the great amount of pleasure he is handling.

-Gods!-. He says with no breath. Daera hums lowly, tasting his hot skin and boiling precum. She scratches his thighs, loving the feeling of his cock’s head poking on the ceiling of her mouth, for it is so damn big. This is a challenge she is facing; the challenge of hiding it all in her mouth-. Hells, oh-! Daera!-, he chants her name.

Jacaerys twists on the bed. She guided one of his hands to his hair, and so he placed it there, caressing her white strands and curling his fingers into it while he blinks and wheezes and twitches with no end, enslaved by her tongue licking on his head, her cheeks sucking his sides, and her hand playing and pampering his two balls.

-Heavens, oh dear gods-. The prince moans with no end, taking his other hand to her head, and now holding the sides of it. The princess hummed, proud of this, and for that she spat on his cock’s head, and spread it with her tongue from up to down-. Seven Hells, Daera-. He speaks with no voice, nearly beginning to smile, for it feels so good.

Daera moves her head, tongue, cheeks and hand with passion and no break, not allowing the prince to take a single breath of air, neither herself. So, breathless, she sucks his dick while feeling how wet it is, and how wet she is getting as well, just by hearing his endless moans and expressions.

In one moment, when she spat on the base of his cock, and scattered all around the length with both her hands and her mouth, Jacaerys came to do what he rarely does.

-Fu…!-. A flinch cuts his words. Getting surprised, but not stopping, Daera hums on his dick, and wraps her hand around it even tighter. He slashes a hand on the bed, squeezing the bedsheets under him. She sucked her cheeks deeply, and licked his point with no stop-. Fuck!-. And then, Jacaerys cursed his mouth out.

She grunted with all the happiness of the world, starting to work him ever harder. Jacaerys moans loudly, harshly closing his eyes and starting to spread a wide smile all over his face while his chest comes up and down.

-Yes, yes-. He breathes fastly, throwing his head back, and caressing hers-. Yes, please-. He smiles to the ceiling, slaved of pleasure, Daera’s warm mouth, and her expert moves on him.

•••

The Hour of The Owl brings silence and quietness to The Red Keep, where the servants, cooks, maids, maesters and crew already are asleep, just as the royal family is too. Rather, they’re supposed to.

But, as we happen to encounter upon, Prince Aemond wanders around the hallways of the castle with steps that were both firm and, contradictorily, wary and slow. His arms are crossed behind his back, which is clenched and straight; his posture is impeccable, as it always is. However, his face is dry; the prince hungers, and is sleepy, constantly keeping his eye closed when blinking.

The prince is just returning to the castle, for his entire day he spent it in the skies, patrolling with Vhagar, flying and flying above The Red Keep and all of Flea Bottom, from the Street of Silk to the Street of Steel. Both the hills of Rhaenys -where the Dragonpit stands- and Visenya -where the Great Sept of Baelor finds home- saw the prince multiple times in the day, soaring in the clouds above.

Cautious and ever-silent, the One-Eyed Prince looked to his left, the One-Eyed Prince looked to his right, looking for either Meleys, Caraxes and, to his heart’s sorrow, Kalistrox. Thank the Seven, none appeared today, and so the green dragon Vhagar flew alone, and dully.

When he gets to Maegor’s Holdfast, Aemond walks slower, finding that he was already near to the chambers he’ll sleep in; not his, but Daera’s. He’s not enjoying very much comfort in his chambers of late. In his wife’s, sleeps find him more easily, especially because he hugs the abandoned black coat of hers to his chest when trying to rest. But, due to “appearance” matters, he cannot be seen entering Daera’s chambers as if it was totally normal. For this, he uses the secret passageways of the Keep.

Normally, he would have gone to his own rooms to gain access to Maegor’s Tunnels but, when eyeing to his right, the prince grew confused when he found the doors of his sister’s bedchambers completely opened. He immediately changed his path, quickly heading there.

-Helaena?-. With hurry, he calls, quickly walking into the room.

The first thing he looks for are the children. Jaehaerys and Jaehaera fondly sleep on their cradles, hugging their stuffed toys. Sighing through his nose, Aemond blinks and looks around the bedroom. The bed is empty, as well as the washroom and the divans. The balcony, however, is where he found Queen Helaena, firmly standing.

The queen’s little brother sighed again, now closing the doors, and locking them. He walks past the cradles, gifting light caresses to the twins’ heads, and then he heads towards the balcony.

-Sister-, the one-eyed called with softness and curiosity-. What are you doing here?-. He questions, receiving the night’s cold breeze when stepping out.

Helaena, with a softened expression and thoughtful eyes, stares at the city below them. She rarely blinks, playing with her fingers over her belly, and licking her lips when feeling them too dry. Slowly approaching, Aemond gulps, remembering the tense moment they had before, in the library, when she seemed to be…scared of him.

-I am sorry for what transpired earlier, in the library-. The prince speaks with softness as his voice, almost ashamed. His sister listens with parted lips, looking up to the clouds now-. I do not want us to…become estranged-. He mumbles, staring at her with eyes that, with every second passing, get fuller of emotion; sadness, and the yearning of compression-…after what happened…-, he said.

The Queen blinks, closing her lips, and slowly turning her head to look at him. Her clear eyes watch him with seriousness and what clearly is disappointment. How is it so easy for him to ask for no different treatment after having killed Luke, she ponders, as if it’s not going to cost us misery and doom.

-Helaena, is freezing-. Aemond suddenly complains, furrowing his brows, and wanting for her to say anything, even if it’s about the weather.

-Cold is remedied-. She said in a simple mumble, lightly shrugging. He narrows his eye, briefly tilting his head.

-Very well-. The prince whispers, nodding even though he didn’t understand her meaning. He sighs through her nose, still having the purple eyes of the Queen on him, in pure silence-. I…I will explain to her how everything happened-. Suddenly, he starts to mumble his plan, which made her to furrow her brows slightly, looking at the floor-. If- if I explain it well to her, she might understand how the things that happened, happened, and see that it was nothing but a…regrettable accident-. He looks down, forcing himself to not recall the joy that killing Lucerys brings him.

This time, Helaena definitely furrows her brows, turning to him a little more, though her body still faces forward. Aemond gulps, taking air in, and rising his look again.

-I know she is angry-. The prince nods, and his sister tilted her head-. And she has every right to be, I know, but if-

-Daera does not know yet-. Helaena interrupted him with a tired and heavy tone, now looking away. Her brother immediately blinks quickly, growing confused.

-How…?-, the prince stretches his head forward, loosen it-. How do you know?-. He quickly looks around and, just as it happened back in the library when his nephew mentioned “Daera”, the one-eyed imagines that his wife is around somewhere near, hidden and staring at them from the dark.

Helaena, shaking her head, lets him know it is not the case at all.

-A cloud of glum would be casted over King’s Landing if she already knew-. The Queen answers with a soft voice, wandering her eyes around her brother’s face, which scrunches with sadness and confusion-. You would feel her eyes on your nape, and…and her nails in your chest-. Helaena whispered, ever so calmly, barely blinking.

-I already feel it-, he weakly whispered with a string of voice, furrowing his brows.

-‘Tis not her glare the one you’ll feel first-. His sister corrected; Aemond knew she talks about all the eyes that cross the Blackwater Way whole, from Dragonstone. Rhaenyra’s, Daemon’s, Baela’s, everyone’s. All of The Blacks look at him from the distance and are making a hole on his neck-. But the most rabid-. She, then, adds.

The One-Eyed Prince’s lips came to twist down, bothered and unquiet. He gulps, fighting the tears that wanted to reach his purple gaze. He feels heavy and dark. What marvels him the most it’s that is not his doing the one that haunts him -having killed Luke-, but what has come afterwards; the fear, coldness and disliking he has gained from everyone. His mother, his sister.

I want mom; he thinks. He feels bad.

-I deeply lament…the feelings Daera may conjure-. A thin and shamed whisper comes out from the prince’s mouth. The Queen blinks hugely, looking at him with brows that started to get furrowed-. I miss her, horribly, and I want to tell her everything-. He blinks with sorrow, looking down at his dark black boots-…She must be destroyed…-. With all the sadness of the world, he mumbled, possessor of a painful lump in his throat.

-Destiny brings odds outcomes, no matter how painful the path-. The purple-eyed woman says her words with firmness that shook the prince’s chest-. Perhaps my cousin is realizing better-. She said, now with a stiff lip and voice, staring up at him.

-Helaena-. Flinching, Aemond scowls at her, growing restless.

-Daera has good men by her side-. Helaena points out, shamelessly looking at him with soft brows and loosen shoulders-. She has a husband-. The Queen talks, seeing brown hair and brown eyes in her mind.

-I am her husband-. The prince is quick to respond, clenching his sweaty fists to his sides, feeling them trembling.

-A finer one-. With no nerves nor shame and, most specially, no pity, Queen Helaena faced her younger brother with reproachful cold eyes, blinkless. In that moment, his breath left him. He couldn’t believe his ears when he heard those words from her, those words at all-. A doomless one-, she said, looking at him from head to toe.

-No-. Aemond shakes his head from side to side, clenching his lips. He gulps, though the lump only grows stronger-. You must sleep, sister, rest misses you-. His strong of voice whispered to her, not believing her beliefs, her declarations. Instead, he chooses to blame her irrationalities to the tiredness and exhaustion her pregnancy brings.

And the only mention of Prince Jacaerys brought two tears down from Aemond’s eye. He blinks hugely, gasping under his breath and looking at his sister with bemusement. He tried to imagine, only for a second, Daera finding love in Jace, replacing him for him. He imagined her throwing her sapphire rings way, and burning the belt.

-You must accept it-. Helaena shakes her head, looking at him as if it was more an advice than a scolding what she’s giving to him. She’s looking at him as if she is truly speaking truth, and that truth scared the One-Eyed Prince to the core, making his bones to tremble, his heart to shrink, and his blood to get cold-. Jace-, she whispered.

Aemond’s heart burns, which made him to sob, to take a step back, and to look at his sister with a frightened eye.

-Helaena, what have I done to you?-. Is what he could wonder, eyeing her calmed and eerie expression, as if she didn’t care to be hurting him this way. Though she is telling the truth. Would his brother -The Queen thinks- prefers her to lie to him instead?-. Why do you cut me so deeply?-, a whine escaped his trembling lips.

-The ponder relies in what have you done-. Queen Helaena corrected with no shame, clenching her fingers to the sides of her body. He scoffs, shocked, lightly shaking his head. The mannerism looked like Alicent’s.

-What?-, he mumbles.

Helaena blinked heavily, turning her gaze down. She licked her lips and, then, walked way from him. She entered the rooms, leaving the balcony and his brother behind. Silent and thoughtful, she approaches to her children’s cradles, holding their little feet, and smiling tinyly to them.

Prince Aemond remained frozen in the balcony, stricken by fear and terror, looking at the moon and starts with a teary gaze and parted trembling lips. He places his hands in the railing, and shakes his head from side to side. He feels the heavy breeze of King’s Landing touching his face and dark green leather clothes.

The One-Eyed Prince breathes deeply, his shoulders flinching in the middle of a sob. Red-eyed, he looks around the skies with dread and woe, looking to the clouds as if they were to give him some insight of what is he to do right now, what is to happen later. How to know if Helaena speaks truth? Does Daera still does not know?

Feeling the cold and harsh breeze on his face, the prince gulps, wondering something else.

Could the winds really blow heavier, and the clouds could really be darker, when Daera finds out what he has done?

•••

Jacaerys’ back clashes against the mattress.

The prince breathes fastly, having his curls all around his face, but he still looked up with a smile and dreamy eyes. Naked and with damp skin, he now lays on the bed. the brown hands on his chest that pushed him before caress his sides and abdomen, which made him sigh, all silly.

-Wife…-. With barely any breath, he whispers.

Smiling and of shiny eyes, princes Daera crawls on her hands and knees, endlessly staring back at him while she approaches and, eventually, crawls over his body too. Her curly white mane falls all around her back and shoulders, covering her breasts from time to time, bouncing with every move. Her body is bare and her shinning skin would bring any gentleman and knight of the realm to his knees.

From above, she looks down at him with desire and a smirk, feeling extremely free and alive. From below, he looks up at her with praising and a breathless open smile. To his eyes, she’s a siren and a goddess. All the happiness he’s feeling glimmers in his brown eyes.

-Jace…-. A longing whisper came out of her mouth. She said his name, not knowing her cousin, Queen Helaena, did so too at the same time, from the other side of the world-. Are you ready?-. She asks, caressing and massaging his broad shoulders with her tender hands.

-I am-. The prince does not take long to give his confident answer. He raises his manly hands and cups her small waist in them, gripping it and loving its nakedness, her beauty.

-Are you sure?-. Daera looks to his eyes in search of reassuring.

Before anything, she wants to truly know if she is the woman Jacaerys wants to deflower himself with, though she herself longs to be; but this is his decision to make. Prince Jacaerys almost laughed at her question, not mocking her, but wondering if he hasn’t been clear enough, if it isn’t obvious and almost touchable the fact that he wants her, only and ever her.

So, for reassuring’s sake, the brown-haired smiled, cupped her hands with both his hands, and drew her closer to grant her a fierce and loving kiss, closing his eyes. Taking his kiss as an answer, the princess sighed and played with his hair, kissing him back with the same feelings, the same wanting.

Slowly, and still pampering his lips and mane, the princess’ body guides itself to reach the prince’s manhood, which stands tall and hulky, pulsing with pleasure and desire. Daera caresses his cheeks, and gets her mouth away from his. Jacaerys breathes fast, looking up at her.

She wants to look at his face while doing. She holds his chin and, with no hurry, places her entry above of his cock, and starts to slowly sit on it with calculated moves of gentleness. The princess sees how her husband afflicted his throat, opened his mouth, and gasped hugely when that started to happen. His eyes glimmered even more than before, and his hands fiercely gripped her white curls.

-That’s it, that’s it-. Daera whispers with slowness, descending on him, looking straight to his brown eyes filled of love and surprise. Jacaerys moans, breathing fast, feeling how his manhood gets seated on and wrapped by some warm wet walls, hugging and squeezing it, bringing a pleasure to him that he never even thought could exists.

-Holy gods, Daera-. He fastly whispers, gulping and opening his mouth wider along a shaky moan.

-You are taking me-. She mumbled to him, with teary eyes because of how good he feels. He feels so good it’s almost ridiculous. The princess bites her own lips, keeping on descending with the slowness and care he deserves-. You are doing so great, Jace-. She sighs and furrows her brows, caressing his forehead with a hand, and his nose with the other.

-It feels so…-, the prince whines, feeling his cock twitching inside her. He groans, looking down for a second, and finding the heated image of his manhood burying in the middle of her legs. The sight brought a louder moan from him, and a smile too-. Seven hells, oh my- it feels so good, Daera-. He looks up to her eyes again, mouth-opened.

-You feel so good-. She moaned as well, playing with his curls.

After the deserved slowness, the princess took the wholeness of his cock. He is now completely buried in her, from the base to the top, and the feeling made the both of them to moan and to remove in the bed. Jace breathes fastly, squeezing her waist again.

-Fuck-. He cursed for the third time, which caused the princess to groan and laugh, staring down at him-. Thank you, Daera, thank you so much-. He looks up at her with tears in his eyes and a bemused smile, his eyes halfway closed.

-Nothing to thank me for, husband-. Daera purrs, firmly placing her hands on his chest, nearly clutching his nails in there, but she is merciful-…yet-, she added with a cocky whisper and a wink.

Jace tilts his head, laughing with curiosity.

Taking advantage of her hands on his chest, Daera starts to move herself forward and backwards, clenching her walls against his length. In that moment, the prince howled to the ceiling, gripping her waist even tighter, furrowing his brows with disbelief, and moaning as he never had before.

The princess bites her lips, bouncing on his dick to a perfect rhythm, making the bed to start to move with them. She opens her mouth within a moan, and looks down at him in every moment.

-Oh my- fucking gods!-. Below her, as her lovely slave, Jacaerys moans low-pitched, biting his lips, and rolling his eyes completely blank to the back of his head. The image made her walls to clench harder-. Hells- heavens!-. He groans, with a vein pulsing on his red neck.

Freely moaning, the princess thrives of pleasure as she enjoys how big and thick his fucking cock is. She feels how it is stretching her with every move and bounce. It felt bloody fantastic, out of this world; it fills her as no one ever has before.

-Jace, fuck, you are so good!-. Daera flattered in a moan, endlessly moving above of him. He moans with no stop, grabbing her waist and looking up at her with teary eyes of pleasure-. Good boy-, she sighed, squeezing his brown hair into a fist.

A louder moan escaped his lips when he was called that.

-What?-, a string of voice asks her. She bites her lips, smiling, noticing he liked that.

-You are such a good boy-. The princess kept the flattering, thus his moan kept loud too-. That’s why you get me to ride you like this-. She whispered within a groan, grabbing his neck from behind while bouncing and jumping on his cock.

-Yes-. He whimpers, curving his brows-. Ride me-, he repeated, becoming familiar with the term-. Ride me like this, Daera, forever-. The prince begs, moaning loudly, but still hearing the sound their clashing bodies are making.

-Oh, but do you think this is the only marvel you get to rejoice with?-. Cockily, she narrows her eyes and tilts her head, smiling.

-Teach me-. Eager of learning, as always, he open his eyes widely, and pinches her hips with his nails. Daera smiled, licking her lips, and slowly stopping the bouncing-. Yes, show me-. Enchanted, he caresses her legs and squeezes her knees with love.

Daera got herself away from his cock. The feeling made him twitch, and to moan with surprise. She felt empty, and he felt cold, all of a sudden. Then, while she rolled on the bed until laying besides him, he looked down to look at his red wet member, so eager and hungry for more.

Jace bites his lips, and looks to his right. In there, he finds Daera laying on her back, smiling at him with shiny eyes, and grabbing his hands with softness. He smiles, ready to learn.

-Get on your knees, dearest, facing me-. With tones of honey, she lightly pulls his hands. Obedient and curious, Jacaerys’ back leaves the mattress, and he starts to stand on his knees, in front of her, where she placed him.

-In- in here?-. He questions, eyeing the bed for a second, and then back at her. He feels the fireplace’s warmth caressing his back and kissing his shoulders, or perhaps it’s the warmth her lips left before.

-In there-. She nods, looking up at him. Daera smiles, caressing his fingers. Her chest comes up and down while she eyes the brown-haired beauty that stands on his knees in front of her, with eyes filled of nerves and love-. My beautiful boy-. The princess whispered, and then, in the flourish of love, kisses his knuckles.

Jace’s eyes get warmer and softer, smiling down at her with such a happy surprise, loving to hear these names she’s blessed him with. Lovingly, he slouches, and kisses both her knees, caressing her hot thighs and hips.

-Open my legs…-. Slowly, she guides him. The purple in her eyes shines so brightly-, and place yourself between them-. The princess whispered, smiling.

Smiling back at her, and after giving a last kiss to her knees, he grabbed them both with his hand and, with all the care of the world, started to make her legs apart, opening them slowly and with patience, not allowing the fierceness of his cock to interfere with the tenderness of his mind.

Daera bites her lips, and waits for a reaction when her legs are completely spread. Jacaerys breathes longly, losing his brown eyes in the marvel between her legs; beautiful and magical, purple and sublime. Little white drops that have been coming out from his manhood are sprinkled around her femininity, and he stared at it with glimmering eyes.

-Take me-. Her voice brought him back to reality. Teary and dearly, his eyes look at her again-. Remember how you took me in The Vale, with your tongue? You are to do the same now, but with your cock-. He sweetly and slowly says to him, as she caresses his legs with her feet.

-I…I put it in?-. He questions, placing his hands to the sides of her body, and slowly crawling closer to her, advancing between her legs.

-Yes-, she eagerly nods, licking her lips.

She grabs the sides of his head, and draws him closer. Jacaerys breathes fastly, moaning when he felt his cock skimming against her wet flower. She bites her lips again and, while looking into his eyes, she herself grabbed his manhood, and lined it with her entry. The prince twitches, squeezing the bedsheets under his fingers.

Jace blinks slowly, sighing over her face, and then he starts to slide into her. It was so easy, for it was so wet. Her womanhood gladly took him in again, but now it was under his control, under his body and shining eyes. Both princes moaned loudly, staring at each other when feeling such warmth covering them both.

-Fucking hells-. Daera groans with furrowed brows, grabbing his neck from behind. Jace breathes fastly, eyeing down their united members, not believing how good it feels-. You may move, now-. She kept on guiding him, whispering on his nose-. You can be slow and gentle, as much as you can be fast and harsh with me, Jace-. Daera mumbles, intertwining her legs his hips, pressing them against his back. He moans with a breathless smile, deepening more into her-. I am under your yoke now-, she declared with pride.

Charmed by both the liberties and her permissions, Jacaerys’ eyes rolled to the back of his head and moans from deep his throat came out when he started to thrust his cock into her in a slow repetition of in and out. Daera moans, curving her brows and quickly nodding, encouraging him to keep on.

Jace stares into her eyes, and groans while pushing in and out of her, making her body to bounce at the same pace as his. The prince moans loudly, caressing a side of her head and keeping balance with another one placed on the bed. He feels her hands pampering his back and the moles in it.

-Seven hells!-, the prince curses with no breath, thrusting into her with no stop at any moment.

-Yes, yes, yes-. The high-pitched moans that keep coming out of her lady mouth are making him to go faster from time to time, encouraged by the pleasure in both her mouth and eyes, which are staring at him with a shine he is lucky to be deserving of -. Fuck- you fuck me so good, my boy-. The princess sighs-. Good boy-

The caresses on his back and the praising from her mouth only makes him to thrust deeper into her, hungrier, having his pleasure and giving it back to her by the double. His cock touches every inch of her walls, he reaches and hits the end of her time after time, making her to go insane.

-Fuck!-. Whining, he licks his lips, and directs a hand to her right leg, tightly grabbing it when starting to thrust harder into her. The white-haired princess lets out a hot chuckle, throwing her head back for a second, and then looking back at him with a savage smile.

-You’ve excelled this, in matter of minutes, husband-. Her breath praises him with a grin. He grunts and sighs, staring into her eyes with a boiling lust-. You learn so fast, my King-. Daera cockily smiles, exactly knowing what those words would do to him.

In that moment, he placed both of his hands on her legs, possessing them, and then began to fuck her deeper and harder and faster, perfectly coming in and out of her in a pace that was making the bed to bounce, the princess to cheer with moans, and the fire to look pathetic against all the heat the both of them are emanating.

-My beautiful wife-, Jacaerys breathes in fastly, moaning while he takes her with all the willing of the Seven Kingdoms, taking sighs and moans out of her with no end.

-Jace!-. She curves her brows, staring up at him in the middle of his intense and god-like thrusts.

Mouth-opened, he looks to the wonder below him; Daera’s face is a poem written by love and lust, her shiny breasts are endlessly bouncing with every move of him, her walls are clenching to his cock every time more. This is a wonder, the one who has been given to him, and even though he has known it from the start, he’s close to starting to cry by realizing how good his fortune is.

-Oh, Daera-. The prince moans her name like a prayer, curving his brows and looking down at her with a fast breath. She smiles and bites her lips, holding both sides of his face while looking at him too-. Daera, gods, Daera-. He moans her, starting to tremble and to feel his hands losing strength; it is too much, and he loves it.

-You are perfect-. Daera whispered to him with love, drawing his face nearer to her. He whines, fucking her while looking at her in awe, captured by pleasure-. How…how good you fuck me, my King-. She coos him, smiling and sighing, her eyes half closed because of how perfectly she’s being fucked at the moment.

-You are perfect-. His breathless voice praised her too. He curves his brows, and grunts when feeling his legs trembling-. I think I’ll…-, he closes his eyes strongly, scowling at himself.

-Ow, you can-. The princess spoke with huge love, ending the distance between them, and granting him a long loving kiss.

Jacaerys fell to his elbows in that moment, and his body got completely pressed against Daera’s, laying on top of her while answering her gesture with passion and moans and tears, forgetting his own name and where he comes from. She hugged his beck, chaining him to her, hearing her name chanted by his shaky growly voice.

His cock thrusts into her faster than ever, making the bed to squeak, and them both to press their foreheads together and moan over the other’s lips. They hug each other, touching every inch of their bodies, burning one against the other.

-Daera!-, the prince gasped, holding a side of her face.

He gave a last thrust, and then he came to the height of his pleasure. Jacaerys twitched and moaned loudly, burying himself deeper into her when feeling such a huge wave of bliss clashing with his body and mind. His wife afflicts her throat and holds his neck in the middle of groans, letting him to have his moment.

Jace breathes fast, hiding his face between her neck and shoulder, making her to shiver due to his heated sighs and his silly mumbles. Daera bites her lips strongly, closing her eyes and heading her hands to his hair and back. She feels her prince granting slow kisses to her neck, gripping her thighs and legs.

-Gods…-, a growly whisper echoed in the pillow he was resting his forehead in. Looking at the ceiling, she laughs, lingering her fingers all around his back-. Daera…-, he named her, enchanted.

-Right here-, she funnily whispered.

After a shaky sigh, he got the strength to rise his head, and to look at her. He found the face of a goddess staring at him with loving eyes and the proudest of smiles. Breathless, he smiles too, briefly shaking his head.

Then, he is blessed by the sound and sight of his wife laughing cheerfully, just inches away from his face. Daera chuckles from deep her throat, combing his hair with her tender fingers, and tapping his chin with her own nose.

-How was it?-. She asks, tauntly casual, narrowing her eyes. Before her question, he opened his widely, letting her know immediately. Daera cackled to the ceiling, scrunching her eyes and nose.

While she laughs, he looks at her with no breath, and when she looked back at him, smiling brighter than ever, he blinked.

-I love you-. Prince Jacaerys whispered to his wife, within a second.

Daera let out a light gasp, slowly fading her smile away. She had heard it before, of course, but it was so sudden that he said it, and…and right. Love gets hold of the purple-eyed face when she sighs through her nose, and caresses his cheeks while eyeing his whole face with pure dearness, and appreciation.

-I love you too-. Princess Daera mumbled back to him, slowly.

The confession brought fast heartbeats to the prince’s chest, and a huge smile to his wet lips. Jace smiles at her with devotion and bemusement, admiring her everything. Daera smiles to him as well, pampering his cheeks while he pampers her chin and ears.

They love each other.

He’s still buried in her, and none of the both are eager to point it out and break the contact. Silent, she kissed his forehead, and hugged his head to her naked warmth chest. The prince sighed with comfort, closing his eyes, kissing her left breast, and letting his hands to rest on her white mane.

It was only matter of minutes for the prince to find sleep. A nice dream of crowns and kisses welcomed him warmly, and he stepped into them with a smile and a filled heart, holding his wife’s waist in one hand, and his mother’s hand in the other.

Caressing and kissing his brown curls, the princess remained awaken a bit longer. With easy eyes, a pressed smile, and a loving prince hugged to her chest, princess Daera looks up to the ceiling with love and hope, never wanting this moment to end.

“Stay in bed, don’t go to war, my love”

•••

[lya-dustin]

All is Bliss

Chapter 58

Cw:murder, gaslighting, poison

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Aemma waits in her rooms as the procession comes into the keep and all are arrested the moment they arrive at the great feast hall to celebrate.

The guests are given a chance to change into their feast clothes and leave their weapons behind ---the city riots had them taking weapons to the anointing--- thus making them all the weaker.

The men who will be penning them inside the Great Hall are sworn to her, to her grandfather and Lord Wylde.

Not the council that just turned against Aegon when they saw the end at the gate, but those who have been on her side since she gave up her crown eight months ago.

“Will you kill him?” Aemond asks quietly standing behind her.

They had come here because no one must see him until Aegon is brought to the Great Hall and forced to admit defeat.

Gave them a chance to be together and plan their life a little.

Aemma would have to wait until the High Septon annuls their marriage to wed him and with the incoming winter it will likely be a small affair and then there is the issue that it might be viewed as illegitimate.

But they hadn’t really talked about that mess and instead had fucked like beasts the moment the door shut behind them.

Lucky for her, she had to change into something more appropriate for winning the war through deceit.

Aemma had never worn the armor her mother and grandmother commissioned for her before their deaths and despite having had a baby, it fit like a glove.

Melusina of the Sea, Aemond had called her as he saw in her Velaryon silver armor chased with gold and inlaid with Targaryen rubies.

“I promised your sister I would spare him; with any luck he will live a long life as her guest in Driftmark.” Aemma assured him.

If he rose against her, she would have to kill him. She doesn’t want that, but life loves making her do things she doesn’t want.

“A stupid thing to ask, I know its not in you to kill him. It is what makes you the woman I love.” Aemond took her hand and kissed it as if apologizing for doubting her. Perhaps he had doubted her and doubts her still.

“It’s finally over.” Aemma whispers when Aegon’s litter comes through the gates and comes to the Holdfast.

Aegon asks his new Kingsguard, Ser Alfred Broome, for wine, and the man hands him the wine skin halfway through.

Helaena had ridden with him to make it look less emasculating for him and cared for Aenys as his Godsmother.

It is her screams that have them stopping just at the serpentine steps and having the guards pull back the curtains as King Aegon chokes on his wine.

His face turns purple as he tries to scream and Helaena screams murderer at the knight who gave him the wine.

Oh no.

Oh fuck.

Jena.

Jena had killed her husband with the Yi-Tish poison called the Strangler. Most had assumed he choked on the truffle he had just eaten, but the poison had been dissolved into his wine by Jena herself.

Just as it had been with Aegon.

Aegon the Usurper was twenty-two years old when he was murdered on the day of his only child’s anointing.

When Corlys saw the body, he saw the toddler he once bounced on his knee. Kinslayer, Rhaenys' voice hissed in his ears.

The keep is put on lockdown by Borros Baratheon while he thinks he is in control.

“Find the queen, make sure her guards do not let her leave her rooms.” Baratheon takes up the mantle of Hand and Regent the second Aegon’s body is sent to the Silent Sisters and Helaena is taken by her husband and Teora to the Holdfast.

The poor girl had witnessed her brother die and all she could do was rightfully accuse his council of kingslaying. The Dreamer was right, and as much as it pained the Seasnake to call her sanity into question, it had to be done.

He will apologize later, when the war is over and all of them can go home.

Aemma had been spotted by the window and Borros had sired five children therefore he knew the rule of 49 days never changed even if there had been complications.

Aemma is the most obvious suspect, something easy to disprove when they find evidence that Broome was paid by Daemon to kill him. Daemon would take the blame as they had agreed and in exchange he’d get his children, Joanna Westerling as a wife and a chance to die in battle reclaiming the Stepstones.

“You waste your time, my lord.” Aemma comes in armor with Aemond at her heels. Aemond wears chain under his court clothes and his sword at his hip.

Neither make their case any easier.

“Has his murderer been questioned?” the One-Eye asks reminding Baratheon he was the man in charge here.

He had ruled for most of Aegon’s reign, and now he would rule beside his widow.

A second Hand of sorts, Aemma had called it. He will wage battle and do all the things I can’t, and I will be the Queen of the Realm.

“Broome was taken to the Black Cells, Lord Larys has seen fit to be the one to extract the truth from it.” Corlys answered and saw his wife’s kinsman narrow his eyes in suspicion. He suspected something was afoot, only he believed the real culprit was a girl who struggled to kill spiders and the boy who liked stories from the Stepstones.

“Good. The sooner this is taken care of, the sooner this nightmare ends.” Aemma ignores the suspicion in Borros’ eyes. “Thank you for securing the keep, Lord Baratheon, we will take it from here.”

“This is no place for a lady, your grace.” Baratheon tries to regain control as it becomes obvious that he is outnumbered here. “Retire to your rooms with your babe, your safety is paramount.”

“That is what Prince Aemond and Ser Steffon are here for, my lord. Now, if you will excuse us we have a war to end.” Aemma wastes no time and has him taken to his rooms for safekeeping. “Order a guard and ready horses for you and the men, I will take Silverwing and a peace banner to the parley.”

It feels surreal, his brother is dead, his sister has gone mad and yet here he is checking the straps are secured correctly on the saddle as if it were an ordinary afternoon.

“I can give you a lift if you wish it.” Aemma suggested as she climbed on the back of her dragon after summoning her from the roof to the courtyard.

People do not scatter as before; they have grown used to the dragon deciding to hang out on the courtyard or the godswood. Aemond no longer kept his distance either, most dragons do not like other humans save for children or spouses of the rider. Silver never accepted Aegon nor any attempt by Sunfrye to coil with her but took to Aemond as if he were Aemma and changed sex to sire silver eggs onto Vhagar.

Had people paid attention to the habits of their creatures, they would’ve seen their affair clearly written in it.

“Tempting, but no. I will ride my horse and carry your standard, so our dear uncle knows I am on your side come what may.” He shook his head as he helped her into the saddle. It had been so long since he’d done this, felt like a lifetime ago.

Aemond had been hesitant to say goodbye then as he was now.

And just like then he cannot bid her farewell so instead he says, “I love you.”

“You say it as if you’d never see me again, Aemond.” Aemma gave a sad smile and amended her words. “I love you too, now hurry up, the sooner we end the war the sooner you can grieve for your brother.”

Oh grief, something he’s not been good at. Not because it got ugly, mainly because he was not prone to much emotion.

He’s never wept for a dead loved one, not even mother when she was murdered. He paced and felt anger over his lack of emotion at her wake, but Aemond could never grieve like other did.

He feels sad over his brother’s passing, hates that he is dead and knows he will miss him. He just knows he will not cry over him like Helaena does now and knows people will chalk it up to him being heartless.

Aemond is not looking forward to that.

“Godspeed, my queen.” He says and she commands her dragon to fly out of their cage.

[69roots]

MOVING SATANICK TO MAIN BLOG.

he'll be moved onto @godsmoth.

[birdcagxd]

@godsmoth said ; x

❝ don’t you get tired of faking it? ❞ old to sal

// sal interprets the words as a personal attack. insinuating he's fake when he always shows his truest self almost comes as something he feels bitter about to hear. this is what he truly is. the innocent, kind sal everyone might know is him.

the horrible, cruel, sadistic sal that bubbles under the surface is one that is also, truly, always him.

he frowns. " a little hypocritical of you to say, no? "

[meikaii]

Continued from [x] with Old (@godsmoth )

The great sorcerer sighed contently. Softly sleeping without a care as he leaned against the other.For some reason he used find solace in the ex- familar's company.It was quite easy to end up falling asleep time to time.Even though after everything's have passed,seems Old habits die hard... Meikai still in a way harbored some trust and care in his ex familar.They were still a treasured person he relied on.He can only give a small smile in reaction to the light kiss the other presented on his cheek while he slept.

[pcrplevenom]

inventory check

Send ‘Inventory Check’ to see an item in my muse’s inventory.

Hair ties with a variety of blue, purple and a few black ones

These seem to resemble ribbons, but in a matte shine. Used to keep Soldans' hair in place, depending on the style it's in. Normally in the ponytail, pretty common to see. Well taken care of, barely worn out!

[the-pontiac-bandit]

If you're still answering tortall prompts, how about Raoul + family?

wow why NOT write 2000 words of blatant, shameless fluff about families you make for yourself??? inspired by this quote from tammy: “[Raoul and Buri] have glorious sex under trees, in tents, in lakes…. In carriages. I think at some point they’ll probably adopt. By the time they’re attached Buri’s getting a little old to have any of her own. It’s not like there aren’t plenty of orphans around.”

As Raoul stretched out, trying to make himself comfortable in his too-hard, too-small desk chair, he savored the warm feeling filling his chest and threatening to spill out and take physical form in front of him. In the midst of the most head-spinning, headache-inducing, sleep-sapping, joy-filled week he’d ever experienced, he’d had precious little time to slow down and simply exist within his new reality. He thought to close his eyes, the better to feel everything, but they only stayed shut for a moment before they forced themselves back open. He couldn’t stop looking at the scene in front of him for long.

Buri lounged cross-legged on their bed, far more relaxed than he had been at any point this week. Kel sat next to her, her back straight and her long legs carefully hanging off one side so as not to get dust from the practice courts on their bedding. Both had just returned from a full morning of training, sweaty despite a change of clothes and coated in dust despite a thorough washing, courtesy of a long, hot summer that had refused to give them rain.

Between them was the baby.

His son, he reminded himself. He thought the words a few extra times, even mouthing them once, as he had a thousand times in the last five days, as if forming them on his lips might make them feel more real.

None of this felt real to him yet. He supposed most people had nine months to get used to the idea before seven pounds of screaming chaos turned their lives upside down. He’d had exactly fifty-three days—he’d counted on Tuesday—so he supposed he still had some catching up to do. His mind was still reeling from the conversation that had led them here, and he wasn’t sure yet that he’d ever catch up.

He’d been sitting in this chair and pretending to read reports while mostly thinking about his right knee, which had been bothering him despite Duke Baird’s best efforts. He wasn’t sure why he remembered so specifically, since his days were nearly as certain to contain aches and bruises as they were to contain a sunrise. Buri had returned from a meeting with Thayet and Onua, although really, the word meeting conferred far too much dignity on what was more likely a combination of trick riding and palace gossip. They’d settled into the evening routine they’d shared for nearly a decade, working in comfortable silence with candles lit between them.

“Do you want children?” she’d asked, breaking the quiet spell of paperwork that gripped their nights.

“I think it’s a little late for that,” he’d replied with a snort.

She’d thrown a pillow at him. He had caught it and thrown it back without even looking up from the thick stack of papers in his lap, with a rude hand gesture following behind.

“You know what I meant. Did you want children? Before?”

Something in her voice had shifted. He’d finally looked up to find her eyes already trained on him. Her face had been so unexpectedly earnest that he’d actually taken a pause, had slowed the speed of their consistently paced banter, to think.

“I suppose I hadn’t given it much thought. There were friends, and then there was drinking, and then there was the Own, and then there was you,” he’d told her with a shrug. “I do like children, but I’m perfectly happy where I am.”

She’d chewed on her lip for a moment. He remembered being surprised by that. After nearly thirty years of friendship, she rarely took the time to think before she spoke with him anymore.

“Spit it out.”

“Do you want children?”

“And we’re back to the start,” he’d said with a grin.

“I spat it out. Now you answer it.”

“Hypothetically, sure, I’d enjoy a child. Now can I ask why you’re asking at all?”

“I’ve been thinking,” she’d started. She’d paused for a moment, holding her breath as though she was trying to decide whether she should speak at all. And then she’d let it all spill out at once. “I’ve been thinking it might be nice to have one. A child, I mean.”

She’d held up a hand and made a face before Raoul could even begin to formulate a joke about her monthlies or her aching hips or what they might do to make that happen. “Not like that. Thayet was telling us today about homes they’re opening in Corus, for children without parents. We were thinking about the children we traveled with back in Sarain, when Alanna found us all those years ago. Gods, it was terrifying, having Thayet and an infant to protect, especially when Thayet was ready to throw her life away for the infant. And I started thinking—we have money, and safety, and love, and there are all these children who have none of those things, and—”

She’d been speaking faster and faster, but she’d cut herself off abruptly at the look on Raoul’s face. “Never mind, you can forget—”

Raoul had smiled back at her, straightening up in his chair and marking his spot in the report on his lap before putting it aside. “So you want a child.”

The weeks that followed had been ones filled with paperwork and inquiries at the palace records about the process of appointing a common-born heir to a noble house and at the magistrate’s about drawing up paperwork for adoption. There had been careful planning and hushed discussions with only their closest friends about the best way to proceed. Buri had insisted on an older child, maybe eight or nine, saying that the few diapers she’d changed on the road to Rachia were enough for a lifetime.

Instead, five days ago, Buri had entered their rooms carrying a squalling mess of blankets with an air of forced nonchalance that had told him immediately what she’d done. Instead of clarifying, or teasing her, or asking if it was the smallest eight-year-old he’d ever seen, he’d simply held his arms out. While Buri had supplied endless explanations about Thayet ambushing her with a baby, he’d stared at the squirming mess of baby in his lap, blankets already coming undone, absolutely entranced.  

“He’s tiny,” he’d commented. His voice sounded like it was coming from someone else’s body. The baby was only just too large for him to hold in one hand, although he’d never try to prove it. The fragility of the life sitting in his lap was overwhelming.

“His mother died yesterday. Childbed fever, caught too late to help. The priestesses at the Goddess’ Temple were worried he might need more than the homes could give.”

Raoul had nodded, only half listening. The baby’s eyes were screwed shut while he wailed. His fine hair was dark, his skin tanned like that of the Bazhir babies Raoul had seen in his year in the Great Southern Desert. One of the baby’s hands had broken free of its blanket. It had waved in the air, keeping pace with his cries, which were far louder than he’d have believed such a tiny body could produce. He’d intercepted the hand with one finger and then watched in wonder as the baby had grasped it.

“Does he have a name?”

“Pathom,” she’d answered definitively, before belatedly remembering that names were the sort of thing parents might choose together. “That is, if—”

“Pathom of Goldenlake,” he’d cut her off with a smile.

The days that followed had been a blur. Thayet had found a wet-nurse and supplied an endless stream of goods that they’d have never known a baby required. Alanna had ridden in from Pirate’s Swoop at full speed to pronounce in a gruff voice that the infant was in perfect health. Gary had gifted them a bassinet and more blankets than any human child could possibly need. Dom had found a way to convert a standard-issue burnoose into an excellent baby sling, while Evin had given them a congratulatory note from George, who complained that Alanna had left before he could finish writing, and a cheerful promise that he’d never touch a soiled diaper. Onua had given them a set of unimaginably soft stuffed ponies, perfect replicas of the horses that roamed the highlands of Sarain where she and Buri had learned to ride.

Kel, away on business with Second Company at the Gallan border, had to wait almost a full week to learn she had a new godsson. He’d met the company when they’d arrived back at the palace long past dark the night before. They’d groomed Hoshi and Sparrow together while he thanked the gods for perhaps the hundredth time that her “testy pony” had finally found his way out of the Own stables and into a pleasant retirement.

Finally, when the last of the men had trudged towards the barracks and a well-earned nights’ sleep, she’d turned to him.

“Well?”

“There’s someone important I want you to meet,” he’d said, shoving his hands in his pockets with a smile that was equal parts nervous and eager.

“Sir, I’ve already met your wife.”

Raoul had let out a hearty chuckle. “But you haven’t met my son.”

Kel had frozen. Her face fell back into perfect stillness, the way it did when her mind was working its fastest.

After a second that felt like an eternity, she replied, “Sir, I saw Buri five weeks ago. If you’re telling me you’ve managed to grow a baby since then—”

“We didn’t, but someone else did. We adopted him from the Temple after his mother died in childbirth.”

Understanding flashed in Kel’s eyes while her face broke into a rare broad grin. She’d wrapped her arms around him in a fast, tight hug accompanied by enthusiastic congratulations that had gone suddenly silent in surprise when he’d added, a wicked glint in his eyes, “You really should come by tomorrow to meet your godsson.”

Buri had intercepted Kel on the practice courts the following morning with the dual goals of keeping her own skills sharp and ensuring that Kel would not be too polite to visit. And so now, he watched as Kel bounced his son with the brisk certainty of someone who had held a baby a thousand times. He could hear her cooing quietly at Pathom, softening her consonants while she told him all about forest campaigns in hill country. He knew he should ask her to speak up—if she was going to give her report verbally, she could at least give it at a volume he could hear—but he found he wasn’t particularly interested in the intricacies of the Second’s bowstring supplies. Buri made eye contact with him behind Kel’s back, laughter in her eyes. Buri could laugh if she wanted, but he was taking notes on Kel’s tactics. He would have sworn this was the quietest he’d heard his son in the entirety of his hundred-and-twenty-odd hours in the palace.

As his son stared wide-eyed at his former squire, Raoul was reminded of a comment he’d heard as they’d left Turomot’s offices the other day with paperwork making Pathom officially their own. “Well, that feckless Goldenlake dolt’s managed to start a family, even if it was too late to do the thing properly,” the Lord of Genlith had muttered at their backs as they’d left. Buri had elbowed him and whispered a quick “Feckless? I’ll show him feckless,” but her heart wasn’t in it. Before she’d even finished the thought, her eyes were back on Pathom, squirming against her chest in the burnoose that bound him to her.

And now, Raoul watched his son, passed between his wife and the woman who had been like his daughter long before any papers said he was a father. Stuffed Saren ponies lined the shelf above an intricately carved bassinet filled with beautifully embroidered blankets. A protection charm had been pulled from Alanna’s packs to hang at the head, while twin leather circles bearing the insignias of the Riders and the Own, no doubt carefully cut by mischievous commanders from the saddle packs of some unprepared trainees, was secured carefully at the foot. Raoul had to smile for a moment at Genlith’s ignorance—he’d begun his family right on time.

[gatheringfantasies]

@godsmoth replied to your post “What's this, someone liking my muse list- is it...”:

/ guilty as charged 🤭

​Ahaha, I figure as much~ :)

[godsmoth]

tumblr rpc my beloved bc i know few people who dont mind writing some darker stuff

[getblammed]

❛ here . something to take the edge off . ❜ (idate to pico)

meme.

Tired eyes holding the kind of stare that very much spoke to him needing that edge taken off, Pico’s gaze looked between the stranger and their offer with a sort of alertness, unlit cigarette held up to him in offering. After a moment, the redhead either curiously or cautiously rose a brow, the cigarette snatched between two fingers as he spoke. A bruised hand settled in his pocket, feeling about for his lighter.

“ Yeah, thanks. Don’t tell me it’s actually that obvious I needed one, fuck. ”

[kmxw]

Happy Anniversary Of Life To My Creator. My Mwt. My Momma! @shniawn.51 The woman who literally created my fingernails and mouth from scratch. My fingernails! Without her there is no Zerlee. Literally. Happy Birthday Mww Mww 😘😘 #sheiscreation #godsmother #happybirthday #NyNywasntpayingattention #january8th #capicornseason #beauty #mothersday #words #write #author #books #novel #videogames #gamergirl #goddess #quotes #aaa #creation #ZerleeB #love #poem #youtube Link In My Bio. (at Heaven) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7FJqjsnZHt/?igshid=1h2wu510h6ohg

[initiala]

let's talk about the swan princess!!

God if there's one fic I wish I could have gotten my ass in gear for and finished it's this one.

I actually did write a scene that would have been nearer the end of that fic for a CS AU Week event. It was going to be a story of Liam and Killian being found by Princess Emma and then Prince David agrees to bring them back to the castle, so they grow up together. Emma develops a horribly tragic, unrequired crush on Liam (tragic in the sense of "I'm a teenager and everything is Very Dramatic and Tragic, Liam lives in this fic. I do listen to Lena's rules lol) and they go their separate ways when Liam is old enough to serve in the Navy and Emma is sent to Arendelle to be fostered with her godsmothers Anna and Elsa. (taking the fostering idea from ASOIAF, in a less violent way, so she learns other ways of ruling and also learning magic. She had beginner lessons from Grandmother Regina but it didn't go very well)

There were hostlers waiting at the front of the inn who would take their mounts to rest. Emma slipped from her saddle with ease, brushing dirt from her breeches -- her nursemaid had lectured her quite sternly on proper care of her clothes. David kept an eye on her as he dismounted and their guards went to stable their mounts; a few would be joining them inside, but if Granny’s wasn’t safe then nowhere in the port city was. Emma took a few cautious steps closer to the view of the harbor, a little ways down the road, her face shining with wonder. “Papa, when can we go sailing?” she asked.

“We’ll need to discuss it with your mother, my dear,” David said, though personally he wasn’t sure if it was a good idea. While the land may be clear of King George’s men, the seas were another ordeal entirely. Emma’s godsmothers in Arendelle had written to invite them to Anna’s birthday celebration later in the summer, but until the seas were cleared to the usual number of pirates, David wouldn’t chance his family.

Just as they were heading inside, there was a commotion across the alley. “THIEVES!” a large, pot-bellied man roared, moments before tossing two boys onto the streets. “STOWAWAYS! I’ll have your bleedin’ hands for crocodile food if I’ve discovered anything missing! As is, it’s the whipping post for you, rotten little street rats!”

The larger boy stood, trying to defend the smaller one, but the man backhanded him easily, sending him crashing to the cobblestones again. The man reached down and hauled the small boy up easily by his collar; both were red in the face, but the boy probably from a lack of breath. David reached down to grip Emma’s shoulder, to send her inside to save her from this sight, but his daughter had other plans. She wrenched herself away from his grasp and ran across the alley, shouting, “Leave him alone, you great bully!”

“Oh ho, the street rats have a little street wench already, have they?” the man sneered, as David’s blood ran cold. “Looka here, boy, your knight in shining armor, come to save the damsel in distress. Out of the way with you, little bit --”

David’s hand was around the man’s throat before he could think to finish that word. “You’ll be lucky if you aren’t hanged at the harbor mouth, sir,” David hissed through clenched teeth.

The man went pale, recognizing his captor. “Y-Your Highness, I --”

“That’s my daughter you insulted, you snivelling coward of a man. Pushing two defenseless boys around like an overgrown marketplace bully. Under the Queen’s law children are to be protected, not treated like common curs,” David said, his grip tightening as the man went more and more pale, dropping the small boy. “You declared for the gods’ and my own ears to hear that you knew nothing was missing, yet you threaten dismemberment and the whip.”