#oberynmatrellfic

[josephquinnswhore]

Eternal Destiny

Chapter 5 - The Marks Coordinates

Pairing: Prince Oberyn Martell x fem!Reader

Summary: after days of recovery, Oberyn has a special adventure-filled day planned; offering you all your heart could ever wish for.

Word count: 4.4k

To say you were overwhelmed was an understatement, the persistent ache in your joints lingered for too long, the warmth of the shower you just stepped out of provided only temporary relief. You find solace in the small cup of boiling hot green tea, soothing the ache from lack of food in your stomach. Although Oberyn had been generous, allowing you to recover in his chambers, using his facilities and robes; you couldn't help the doubts that crept up your arms, the feeling caused discomfort as if there were tiny bugs scurrying around on your skin.

The loneliness was consuming, the chambers were quiet and uninterrupted, perhaps you were rushing things, maybe the way you invaded his personal space made him uncomfortable. Your overthinking was paused-momentarily disrupted by a single knock on the door, thoughts put to the back of your mind brought no relief, they would return when you were alone again.

You were shocked to see Oberyn on the other side of the door; although you shouldn't have, these were his chambers after all. The mustard yellow robe hung off him perfectly, you suddenly become aware that you're only wearing a bathroom robe, his bathroom robe, as his eyes scan your body. A bashful smile sets on your lips as you step aside, granting him access to the tidy room. "How are you feeling today, my love?" He questions, feeling a sober aura in the room. Your brain partially wants you to lie, confessing the ache in your body was nothing compared to the unbearable pain of missing him, you decide on a half-truth. "I'm feeling better, thanks to your graciousness." Oberyn shrugs you off casually, wishing you'd not thanked him. "Please, don't mention it." You nod in agreeance, clearing the table of your teacup and wiping the bench down, Oberyn watches in admiration, knowing you refuse to use the services of the housekeepers.

"If you're up for it, I have organized an outing for us." You turn to face him, your heart rate rising, the feeling like your heart could pummel through the confines of your chest and into his hands. "Oberyn that sounds wonderful, please allow me a moment to dress." He takes a seat on the bed, smoothing out the duvet as not to ruin the perfectly made bed.

Reaching through the wardrobe there was one item of clothing left, a pale-yellow floor-length chiffon dress.

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The material felt stunning, the softness of the material felt exquisite. A small band of flower work detailing caught your eye before slipping the dress on and reaching back to zip it up, sliding on your black heels that add 2 inches to your height. You brush your hair and style it in a half up-half down style, combing it as neatly as you can before presenting yourself to Oberyn. The sound of your heels on the floor caught his attention, his eyes observing your body, scanning every in until he was satisfied you were real-you looked angelic. "How do I look?" He steps towards you and grips your hand, holding it above your head to guide you as you spin around, the dress flowing outward at the momentum. "You look perfect, like a Princess." The blush that stained your cheeks was rosy red, sparing you any chance to hide your bashfulness. Oberyn knew in that moment he knew that one day you would be a Princess, his, standing by his side.

“Sir, you alright?” A gruff voice interrupted you from the other side of the door with a knock. You and Oberyn break away, hands still warm from his lingering touch. “We’re fine.” He assures. His hand meets your lower back in a gentle caress, guiding you out the door and you see two guards, you give them a small wave, embarrassed to have kept them waiting. They didn’t seem to mind, but you couldn’t help but wonder if they ever did get annoyed.

You follow behind the guard mindlessly, one following close behind, providing you with an escort on your way to the old wooden stables, there were three horses saddled up, one was black with a white diamond on his forehead, his mane beautifully silky and tail braided, a small backpack was clipped to the side of the saddle.

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Your hand comes to meet the horses nose in a gentle pet, the hairs of his nose tickle your palm, he snorts playfully and you giggle, scratching his chin. You feel a hand on your waist, Oberyn petting the horse on the side of his neck, earning a loud whinny from the horse. It was a tall horse, you couldn’t help but wonder how you would get on with these heels, the ache in your feet already begging for you to take them off. “Beautiful, isn’t he?” You nod in agreement, “he’s incredible. What’s his name?” Oberyn bends down to grab a handful of hay, feeding his horse who greedily takes it all. “Sodalis, meaning companion.” Before you could speak, as if you could with your heart in your mouth. Oberyn bends down to one knee, despite the protesting of his guards, and removes your heels, handing them to the guard closest to him who then puts them in the backpack.

“Shall we?” You bite your lip nervously, thereafter nodding. “I-I don’t know how to..” You gesture to the horse shyly and he chuckles lightly. “Allow me to help you, my love.” He bends down and you step on his cupped hands, “now swing your right leg over while holding the front of the saddle.” You do as he tells you, balancing yourself as you wobble, the horse readjusting to the weight on his back. You’re tense as you hold onto the saddle, scooting forward as Oberyn sits behind you, his arms barricading you in as he grabs hold of the reigns. “We’re going to start off slow, ease you into it okay?” You were sure the anxiety was radiating off of you, an aura that stuck to the outside of your skin like sweat on a hot day. “Yeah, sure.” The horse begins to move with a swift kick of Oberyn’s foot, walking in a slow trot as your body moves awkwardly against the horse, the pain in your hips and crotch already building. With one hand Oberyn holds the reigns, guiding the horse North, following a guard who was riding his horse just a few feet ahead of you. Oberyn’s free hand meets your hip, your skin warm through your dress at the contact. “Relax sweetheart, going to hurt yourself. Let me guide you, it’s all in the hips.” You allow your muscles to unwind, your shoulders falling and your hips following Oberyn’s guide of back-forward over and over until you’re using your hips alone to move with the horse, the pain building in your hips and crotch ceasing. “So smart Angel, you’re a fast learner,” your confidence was soaring at his praise, one of your hands leaving the safety of the grip of the saddle to hold his hand to your hip once he started to pull away.

The contact make you hyper aware of all you could feel, his chest on your back, front of his thighs touching yours, his head every so often gracing the side of your face. The sun was hiding behind the clouds, the light still shining on the horizon as the clouds rolled in, the light breeze felt deliciously sweet in contrast to the sweat that coated your forehead. Everything seemed surreal once you’d left the town in Dorne itself, leaving man made civilisation and retreating into mother natures secluded beauty. “It’s beautiful out here, are you sure it’s safe, it seems too good to be true.” You ask wearily, still on edge after you were poisoned, rightfully so. “Of course my love, I would never take you somewhere that wasn’t safe. We made sure it was safe after a few days of surveillance.” So that’s what he was doing. The days you’d spent preoccupying yourself within the confines of the gates of the Royal palace, finding beauty in the nature, the botanical gardens, meeting with some of the small children who assumed you were a princess.

“Thank you, for this. I don’t know if I could’ve done one more day being confined without you,” your attempt of lightheartedness doesn’t go unrecognised, of course he sees through your attempt of politeness. “You’ll never go a day without me again, I promise you.” He seals the promise with a kiss to the top of your head, the small action sending a shiver down your neck which Oberyn notices, but doesn’t address. You come to a halt under a large apple tree, bright red apples shining as they begin to ripen, you’re in awe as you sit on the horse you could almost reach up and- grab one.

“We’ve picked you a basket already Angel, they’re fresh and perfectly ripe waiting for you back home.” You’re flattered, that he had taken the time to come all this way and do something so thoughtful for you. “Let me help you down.” You admit you’re scared, your hands simultaneously holding onto the horse and Oberyn for dear life, afraid of falling and making a fool of yourself. You sigh in relief as your bare feet are finally back on land, your toes wiggling in the soft grass, still slightly damp. One guard ties up the three horses to the apple tree, feeding them the succulent red treats. The other guard picks up the backpack from Oberyn’s horse and leads you down a set of concrete stairs, it’s rocky and slightly unstable as you tread, trying to make your feet as light as possible as you shift your weight on the slight downward path. Oberyn’s hands are on some part of you the way down, your hands, back, arm. Silently letting you know he’s got you, you’re safe with him. At the bottom of the small hill there is a beach, the wet pebbles slippery under your feet, Oberyn guides you to a small wooden boat tied to a dock with a single piece of rope, the boat rocking gently in the water as it meets the small waves coming into shore, with two rows of seats and two oars.

Oberyn holds your hand as you step in first, sitting on the bench at the back of the boat, Oberyn sits next to you and his guard sets the backpack in front of him as he starts to untie the rope and row with the oars. The sight is beautiful, the near still water shimmering as you slide through it, the sound of small waves coming into contact with the boat, the smell of fresh air and salt water instinctively made you relax. Oberyn’s arm clenched the seat from behind your back near you, a protective arm keeping you in your place. “Wow this is just.. Oberyn this is beautiful.” You turn to him and he’s close to you, so close it makes you just want to kiss those beautiful full lips of his. You don’t, however you do lean into him as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. You lean into his chest as you look around, a movement out of the after caught your eye and again, you watch the area to see dozens of grey fins bobbing in and out of the water. “Oh my god!” Oberyn turns to see what you’re looking at and is thanking any higher up who knew his plans today, admiring your face as you witness the beautiful moment, “a pod of dolphins! Can this day get any more magic?”A rhetorical question, but the answer was yes; he did plan to make this day more special for you. The dolphins weren’t around long, continuing their journey to migrate elsewhere. You come into view of a beautiful island, the grass was green and the rocks on the shore glistened in the sun, a small pathway leading from the shore had you wondering where it went. The guard tied the boat to the dock, handing Oberyn the bag before helping you onto the dock, you thanked him and he sat on the dock, minding the boat. “Come my love, we have much to see.” You believe him.

The island was huge, it seemed to go on for miles in every direction, flowers were blooming and the grass was greener than anything you’d ever seen, trees were swaying in the gentle breeze, Oberyn stops beneath a large tree, setting out a picnic blanket and a Charcuterie board.

The beautiful arrangement consists of soft cheeses, meats, fresh and dried fruit, dips, tempered chocolate and nuts. It was elegant, the presentation was beautiful. “Oberyn, this is wonderful,” you praise, taking a bite of a fresh strawberry, the sweetness of it was perfectly ripe and juicy. “You know me so well,” the compliment has Oberyn smiling, picking some fruit for you and bringing it to your mouth, you graciously accept, a moan of ecstasy leaves your mouth at the succulent blackberry. “What did I ever do to deserve you, hm?” He murmurs, your eyebrows pinch in a small frown. “Hey,” getting his attention his eyes are watching you, your body crawling on all fours over to him. You grasp a small slice of cheese and a grape, popping the cheese into his mouth and the grape into yours as you settle beside him. You pull his lips to yours, the remnants of the silky nutty cheese evident on his lips, complimented that of the sweetness of the grape, your lips together created a beautiful harmony of flavour and passion. He’s the first to pull away, chocolate eyes watching you as you both catch your breath, you position yourself so your head is in his lap and you’re lying down, he leans back resting his weight on one hand, the other plays with your hair and occasionally feeds you various flavoured of food from the platter. Your stomach becomes fuller with each moment that passes, tastebuds singing in delight at the flavours lingering in your mouth. “When you’re ready there’s something I want to show you.” You lean upward and he steals a quick kiss, the taste of fresh French onion dip lingers on his lips. You help him pack away the food, storing them in containers he had thoughtfully packed, throwing the backpack over his shoulders. “I can carry that you know, you don’t have to do all of the work here.” Your voice teases. His hand caresses up and down your back as you walk, “what kind of man would that make me, hm? If I let my angel carry around this heavy backpack.” You fight off the blush that stains your cheeks, “hey, I’m stronger than I look you know.” He looks down at you lovingly and affirms, “I know.”

Oberyn stops walking and you’re too busy paying attention to the beauty that surrounds you to notice, you bump into him and gasp. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching-“ you’re cut off by Oberyn’s soft laugh, “think we’ve been here before haven’t we angel? Deja vu.” Oh. You realise what he’s talking about with your initial meeting, embarrassed at the fact that you were still the same clumsy person. Before you could apologise Oberyn’s dragging you by the hand, you can hear running water, your mouth drops as you stop before a small waterfall, the water sliding down the rocks into the small pool below.

“This can’t be real, I’m dreaming!” Oberyn places his hand on your face and caresses your cheek, “anything you dream of angel, I’ll make a reality.” You can barely contain the love that seeps through the look you’re giving him. Your excitement is too much to contain and you remember you’re in a dress, an expensive dress that belongs to someone else. “Do you want to go in?” He questions, as if reading your mind. “It’s just us angel, promise.” He assures you as he unclips his belt and the robe falls from his shoulders, you can’t help but stare as he takes off his layers, piece by piece until he’s bare in front of you, you drink him in, as if you were dehydrated. Memorising every scar, freckle and hair on his body-including the small bush of dark pubes he seems to have trimmed, you wanted engraved in your brain, something you wanted to remember for eternity. “Are you going to join me Angel, or just stare?” You blush bashfully, always seeming to get caught starring at him, you couldn’t help it; he was a handsomely attractive man. You reach back and unzip your dress, the sleeveless material falling and pooling around your bare ankles, the cool breeze sends goosebumps over your exposed skin, you wrap your arms around your body in both reaction to the coolness and insecurity. Oberyn couldn’t keep his eyes off you, his cock hard and twitching just at the sight of your beautiful body. Your feet enter the water and you exhale loudly, the water was surprisingly warm and you hum in delight as you submerge your body, standing upright the water hardly covered your breasts. “Don’t be shy Angel, come here.” You walk to Oberyn, the water rippling around you as your body collided with his, butterflies erupting in your stomach weakened your knees, his chest was hard and emitted a comforting warmth. You rest your head on his chest, a hand on his chest playing with his curly damp chest hairs, the other on his back drawing small circles around his back dimples. “You’re so handsome, every part of you.” You admire him, your lips attaching to the skin of his shoulder, the warmth left your lips tingling. His hands grip your waist and hoist you so your legs are wrapped around his waist, forcing you to look him in the eyes, you felt his rock hard cock brush against your ass, but didn’t acknowledge it, not wanting to open that can of worms until he was ready. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes upon,” you shake your head dismissively, “I bet you’ve been with 100 beautiful women.” Comfortingly, he doesn’t deny it, he tells you the wholehearted truth, “none as beautiful as you, none as funny, none as talented, none that make my heart race and hands tremble.” He presses a kiss along your face and neck with every compliment, prying a small moan out of you as his lips find the sensitive spot behind your ear.

“You’re perfect for me my love, I want you to be mine, officially.” Your eyes well with tears, nodding as you accept. “Of course I will Oberyn. I’ll proudly be yours.” He pulls you into a sweet kiss and your arms tighten around the back of his head, slightly tugging on his hair which causes him to moan, taking the opportunity you deepen the kiss. Tongues clashing passionately as things start heating up, your cunt begging for something-anything he was willing to give. The thought was quick to vanish when rain started pouring heavily, the two of you ignorant to the dark clouds rolling in from the south. Still wet as you exit the pool of water, you slip the dress on and Oberyn dressed himself quickly, grabbing the backpack as you both run hand in hand back to the direction of the boat, the grass becoming slush beneath your toes brought you a comfort you haven’t felt since you were a child.

The guard was unbothered by the rain, or at least seemed like it. Adrenaline slowly left your body as you began the short trip back to land where the horses were, looking behind your shoulder for one last look at the beautiful island you’d fallen so deeply in love with. The rain was now becoming an inconvenience, the cold breeze worsening the freezing state of your body, the saturated dress sticking to your skin, leaving no imagination to the guard who was facing you, in an attempt to cover your body you wrap your arms around yourself. You feel a slight warmth over your shoulders and turn to look at Oberyn who had pulled off his Robe and pulled it around you. “I can’t take this, you’ll freeze.” Oberyn scoffs, “please. I cant stand to see you suffer like that, my love. Accept the robe.” You adjust the robe and lean into Oberyn to pull it around his back, your hand resting on his waist keeping the robe secure around him as well. Your eyes are straightforward as you lean into him, body still trembling lightly but finding warmth in Oberyn’s hold. The act alone had him falling for you, you had never failed to surprise him with your kindness and thoughtfulness.

The two guards follow the two of you to a two story building on the far side of the Royal palace, secluded enough to have privacy and security available. You walk in the front door and you’re met with a strangely familiar style of decor, it was stunning. “Welcome home, angel.” The walls were painted light yellow, mustard coloured sofas sat with brown pillows next to the fireplace, vintage lamps sat in nearly every corner. “Wow. It’s beautiful in here.” You retort. The kitchen caught your attention, the design was beautiful and complimented the rest of the house beautifully, Oberyn led you up the giant staircase, one hand gripping the dress upward so you don’t slip on the water trail you’d left through the house.

At the top of the stairs you take the first left, the bathroom was a sight to see, the all white marble and wooden features were complimented by some house plants hanging from the ceiling, fresh towels and robes placed on a wooden stand by the sink. Oberyn turns the shower on, steam from the hot water immediately cleaning your sinuses before any sickness can settle. You reach behind you in an attempt to unzip your dress, the zip becoming stuck and you bit your lip in concentration. “When in need just ask for my help, sweet Angel.” You nod, he unzips your dress with ease and you’re once again exposed to him. “I’m sorry, still not used to asking for help, or having someone there for me.” You explain truthfully, opening the glass door to enter the shower, the hot water working miracles on your freezing skin. Oberyn follows you in, standing behind you before kissing the back of your neck and shoulder, “I’ll teach you how to ask, treat you so good it’ll become habit.” You turn to face him, neediness spreading through your body, “please.” You felt somewhat pathetic begging for him to give you the bare minimum; to treat you right, but he knew you were begging for more. “It’s okay angel, I’ve got you. I’ll take good care of my girl.” He shushes you, a whimper escaping your lips as his hands caress your body, tweaking and rolling your nipples between his fingers alone sent a tingling sensation to your already throbbing cunt. Slick coating your slit, begging to be tended to. His fingers slide down to your clit, cupping your pussy in his hand as his finger traces small circles on your clit, starting slow and building speed in an attempt to see what you like better, he tweaks his speed to your liking, which relieves some of the burn building in your stomach. “So good for me, aren’t you angel?” You nod frantically, hips jerking as your clit becomes more sensitive. “Please, need more. Please Oberyn.” A grunt escapes his lips as you beg, for him to touch you. He could have cum on the spot, the sight of your whimpering voice and trembling body all for him, from him. “That’s it angel, Learning already to ask for my help. I’ll take care of you.” One of his thick fingers enter your cunt, clenching around him at the way he’s stretching you out already, pumping it in and out prodding the swollen slick flesh of your sensitive g-spot. Your toes curl and you throw your head back as moans leave your mouth, “please, need more, need to cum, please.” His cock twitches at your slurring pleas for release, adding another finger into your cunt makes you almost lose your balance, the fullness equally stinging and feeling amazing. “My perfect Angel, cum for me, cum on my fingers.” Your stomach tightens and he pumps his fingers into you, harder and deeper, his thumb finding your swollen clit bringing you to your climax, “look at me when you cum angel, need to see my girls perfect face.” You open your eyes and watch Oberyn, his eyes black and full of lust as you fall apart, mumbling incoherently as you cum, “Oberyn, god all for you, so perfect my handsome man,” reaching his own climax with a loud moan of your name, his cum covered your stomach in warm white ropes, your cum covered his fingers, pumping into you slowly to help you ride out your climax, his free hand firm on your waist to keep you from falling over. “So perfect.” He mumbles to himself, his cock softening after he came just from watching you fall apart.

He was as pleasantly sweet with you as you expected once you’d settled into his bed, the duvet soft on your bare skin as you both lie naked, bodies entangled as you’re lulled into sleep, exhaustion from your incredible day catching up to you. “Angel?” You tilt your head up to look at him, his eyes meeting yours, his face holding a serious look. “What’s wrong sweetheart?” You question, sincerity in your voice forces him to relax into you. “The execution is tomorrow, you should stay here. I don’t want you to face it.” Your hands caress his cheeks, beard stubble scratching your fingertips, “I want to be there Oberyn, I think..” you hesitate and he pulls you closer into his chest, his steady heartbeat calming you down. “It will give me closure. I don’t think I can move on until I see with my own eyes that I’m safe.” Oberyn hums tiredly, “you’re so strong angel, I’m so proud of you. I just don’t know what I would do if you saw me differently afterward.” You kiss his chest all over, “I might, but I promise I’ll accept you for who you are, all of you.” A hand rakes through your damp hair and fingertips meet your scalp lazily, mumbling in his half asleep state, your eyes start to droop as you relax into his hold, wishing you could say it, those three words you needed him to hear.

[josephquinnswhore]

#oberynmartellseriesINCOMING

anyway ive decided to indulge in some Oberyn Martell lovin and theres no turning back, im making a series about him. stay tuned, part 1 possibly posted tonight or tomorrow morning :O