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[valonqri]

[ Well. ]

Perhaps you'd be granted the credit if you took it more often, your Grace.

[chainedqueen]

Should I announce each time I offer counsel to the court?

[chainedqueen]

[She lets that question hang in the air, watching the approach of the waterfall in contemplation. The only way he might see her hesitation or consideration was the small bite to her lower lip. It was his consistent assertion, that insistence that he wanted her without ulterior motives. She's heard it often enough she could quote it back to him. He hadn't grown bored yet to the hunt, preferring to continually press her, whether hard of subtly. She was listening now more than before, but she still didn't accept it fully.

Ser Criston was quick to her side, helping her from her horse. His hands lingered a moment to long on her waist, the pair of them closer than exactly appropriate, but she moved away before it lingered too long. She reaches for Aegon, the child that wouldn't squall if she held him. She brushed his hair from his face, glancing over towards the nurse with Helaena. Two of the servants were quick to bring caps for the children, protecting them from the sun.

She frowned, feeling Ser Criston tense behind her.] I know that dragons are unpredictable creatures better suited for war than as guards. I would hope that the king would be served by such a creature, protecting his life and safety. As I am not a Targaryen, I cannot have a claim to a dragon.

[She looked back at Ser Criston with a measure of fondness.] A lady is meant to be protected by a knight, not a dragon.

[valyrianprince]

[ Slow and steady, carefully weighted when they needed to be. But no, he hasn't shied away from the hunt of her either. His attentions haven't turned toward any other woman around them, there've been no whispers of him visiting the brothels or finding a mistress to keep him entertained while he's been at court and silently circling Alicent. An eerie faithfulness to her as a way to show her that he means his words, his attentions, and his intentions with her. She's not just a conquest to notch on his belt, but he's legitimately interested in her.

He notices that linger, much as she tries not to let it go on too long, earning a subtle frown as he gives Aegon to her without question. Her son is bubbly and happy for the ride, for the attention, though seeming less so for that cap to protect him from the sun.

The take of actual dragon his him give her a look though. He hadn't meant dragon like his dragon, but him. Measuring and trying to gauge if she didn't catch his meaning or if she's trying to easily wash it from Criston's suspicions. ] Sometimes creatures of war are a far better protection outside of the safety of the Keep, because it means they will do anything to keep you alive and safe, even if it means tearing down a wall of threat a knight isn't ready to handle.

[ Does he know that Criston has seen battle? Of course, but not like Daemon has. Nearly losing the battle, his life to it. It means he knows what he has to do far better in more dangerous situations. ] And a Lady may be meant to be protected by a knight, but you aren't just a lady but a queen. And married to a dragon. What better to protect a dragon's wife than a dragon that will see her safety above everyone else?

[chainedqueen]

[She adjusts the cap, trying to shush Aegon's protests. While she had little experience and was quite young when she had her son, she did her best to learn and guide him. A prince, the first prince, was not truly hers and these efforts were limited to these moments, but she tried to leave some influence. Helaena, she seemed better behaved with her nurse, even she was squirming and fussing, indicating a soon to be tantrum. Part of her had to wonder if it was wise to bring Helaena to social gatherings.

She ignored his look, content to pretend nothing unusual had happened.

His meaning had not been lost on her, but she knew how to navigate this conversation to keep others from understanding either of their meanings. Daemon was better suited to war, chaos and violence. Ser Criston was a different sort of man (despite his violent tendencies). Keeping Ser Criston was less dangerous than it was having Daemon Targaryen at her side.]

Creatures of war are a weapon I would rather not utilize until such a time that force of that nature is needed. [She settled on the blanket spread out for them, careful to keep Aegon and several pillows between Daemon and herself. She would not make such a mistake again.

A small dragon toy was offered to Aegon, catching his full attention.]

Perhaps then I should have my sworn knight and a dragon guarding me? As you say, my position is important to warrant such protection?

[valyrianprince]

[ She's doing what she can, and even he can see that. The issue is that her father, his brother, neither are doing the boy any benefit seeing him spoiled like the prince he was. Or well, at least in things. Viserys could spend some time with the boy, and he'd be a second coming of Rhaenyra, but Daemon knows why his brother doesn't have much interest in the boy or his queen past his own needs.

She says that now, but it means she's also forgetting just how charming he can be when he wants to be. Distracting for women, letting things slip, and comradery toward men he might converse with as well. An asset to have at her side in some ways.

Before he settles, he sees Helaena being fussy with her nurse and moves to lift her from the woman's arms. Dipping his head he murmurs something softly in Valyrian, that's almost got the cadence of a song before he moves to settle with a quieter princess in his lap. A princess who reaches to catch a strand of his hair in a tight little fist as she looks up at the sky like she can see something no one else can. Calm and quieter as his hand strokes Helaena's back gently.

He's noticed the pillows she's settled between them but doesn't remark on it. He'd tilt his head at the questions and compromise, but instead Helaena jerks her hand down and his head moves with it with a wince but he doesn't look like he minds much either. ] You may not want to utilize such force, but having it at your side would let people know you have it all the same. And perhaps you should, because it is important enough to warrant such protection. I'm sure my brother would agree, that you are important enough.

[chainedqueen]

[She does her best not to stare as he carries Helaena, managing to calm her and stop her cries. She even holds at his hair, something she's never done for anyone else. It worries her. While she's touched he can ease her daughter, it shows the power he has in swaying someone. She remembers the balcony, how quickly he pushed past her defenses, and kissed her. Her daughter was an indication what could soon happen.

Her hand tightened around Aegon, as though he could keep such things at bay. If she had wine, she could hide behind that as well. This was a mistake and she had fallen into the trap without realizing it. Now, she could only attempt to fend off his overtures, even when she had to agree with some of his suggestions.]

Perhaps it is wise and I shall accept that protection with thanks, but I prefer the dragon to keep watch a distance. His pit or nest would be better to keep vigilance from. The knight close at my side, the dragon at a distance.

[Doing her best to avoid his gaze, she stared ahead at the waterfall. It was beautiful, but all of the scenery disappeared under the tension of Daemon's eyes on her.]

[valyrianprince]

[ He can hear some of the whispers of the nurses at how good Helaena is being with him. When she looks around and seems a little upset he dips to murmur that Vaylerian song against her hair again and it quiets her again. A soft kiss placed to the crown of her head as he sighs softly. ]

Her trust in me likely stems from blood, my Queen. They are dragon, like me and my brother. Sometimes, they need someone that feels similar. The same way we bond with our dragons, on a deeper level because we are kin. It is something that doesn’t always need words, just a closeness.

[ It’s not something Targaryens share often, the inner workings about how they bond with the dragons. It’s always been rumored that they share blood but he’s offering her confirmation. They do. And he wasn’t sure why Helaena was so temperamental, but being close to kin seemed to help her. Something that likely would have been noticed sooner of Viserys cared about his children.

He closes his eyes to rest with the girl quietly. ] And a dragon can be gentle, not just an instrument of war. Protection. Warmth. Heat. All can stem from a dragon if you stop fearing them because you’ve never truly known them.

Caraxes isn’t just a mount and fire and rage. He is a trusted kin to me, I know he will stand by me, protect me when I need it. And in turn I give him my trust. Not just to not hurt me but to be there at my side. One day, maybe you can find a way to see that past the fear you hold for them.

[chainedqueen]

[Perhaps he did soothe her with Valyrian magic, but she knew just as well how he could tempt a woman and pull her into his control. There was also a sense of worry about him bonding with her children. It would draw him more into their circle, inviting more visits, more interactions. That was where the danger was. What if Helaena became more attached to him than her father or her mother? What if Aegon idolized Daemon and wished to emulate him?

What if he became more of a father than their true father?

She cleared her throat, frazzled and confused. Once again, it was as if she was on the balcony, feeling that intensity and desire. It wasn't simply for her body but for more. Perhaps not love, but some other sort of connection that would be impossible for her to break.]

She is a dragon, but she has her likes and dislikes. She- [normally] doesn't like people. She may bond more with her dragon than others. [This- this was different and worrisome.] Her father will see she is made comfortable.

[She does know how soothing and deep the bond with a dragon can run. That is what made her tremble. She feared dragons for their danger and never felt comfortable around them, but this might be the only one that she would be coaxed by.]

Caraxes is unique to you alone. I have no dragonblood. I will never know such a bond.

[She picked at her nails, the old habit returning.]

You have made your point well and I do accept protection from both dragon and knight, but I cannot be near the dragon. I must not be.

[Is her meaning clear for him to understand?]

[valyrianprince]

[ Were that he was thinking that far ahead. Alicent was giving him far more credit, or perhaps was just thinking further ahead than he has been. Riding with Aegon, soothing Helaena, had been to try and show Alicent could trust him. That he could be soft and gentle. That he could keep some of those lines in place in public, much as all he wanted to do was feel those soft lips against his again, feel the way her chest rose faster against his with how he made her feel.

Soothing Helaena had also been something he’d felt he just needed to do, to be honest. He didn’t like that his niece was so upset. Wanting to find a way to fix it. And he had been lucky it worked, that she’s responded as she did. ]

Were that you allowed it, I could teach you the Valyrian I sang to her. It might let you get closer to her so she won’t fuss as much. [ He holds up one hand, like he’s going to stop her from accusing him of doing it to get closer to her, to win her over. ] I offer this because I can see how much she doesn’t like people and whether you want to snow it or not, as her mother you deserve to find ways to be closer to her. Only that. That it will hopefully help you sit and hold her, ease her when court is too much for her.

I know my reputation, your Grace, but for my niece, I offer it purely as an Uncle wishing to see kin not hurting.

[ Nothing to do with the silent battle between them. Something Viserys won’t do, he barely speaks the old tongue anymore anyway. If it grants Alicent a little more closeness to Helaena too, would it not be worth learning?

And there’s a slow nod at her words about him. The way his lips tighten, like he wants to argue with her but is holding his tongue speaks well that he understands. ] I understand, much as I disagree. But I understand.

[chainedqueen]

[It might well not be his motive, but he didn't know how children might latch onto him. They were young enough to want attention and affection, especially from their father. Having Daemon instead, they could easily shift their love from Viserys to him. Daemon was not a father, he might not be aware of any of this, particularly with an absent parent. Or perhaps he did? Everything was unclear to her.

Teaching her Valyrian, she wasn't certain what to think. She knew a few words from the lessons her sons had and hearing Rhaenyra speak it often. Learning a lullaby might be good for Helaena. It would mean Daemon would spend more time with her. Another trap or genuine concern?]

Does the king know the song? [That could be some sort of out?] I believe this a genuine offer out of love for the children. You have always been truly loyal to your family. [But never beyond his own interests. That has always been Daemon.] I shall consider the offer.

[Which meant she was likely to take it, but was too afraid to admit it.]

I believe Storm's End is our first destination.

[valyrianprince]

[ It was lack of having children himself that kept him from knowing the children may latch to him as a father figure verses their uncle with the attention. He loves his brother enough he would never try to replace Viserys as their father in affection.

Just enough to seduce the Queen, but that was not what he was aiming for here. Here, he was trying to be a good uncle for the kids. Genuine concern with a well earned reward, technically. ]

I don’t think he remembers. [ Viserys was too busy with being king to even sing it to Rhaenyra as a child. Maybe that explained why the two were always so much closer in some ways. He had at times given Rhaenyra the attention Viserys was too busy to give her, and she was by far his favorite. ] I was the one to sing it to Rhaenyra as a child, not my brother. And I shall let you consider it as you need to, your Grace.

[ He’ll be happy to teach her, partly because it should help. But we’ll, he can’t be sad to spend time with her.

His head bows to the side as best he can being held captive by a tiny child. It’s a cute enough image the nurses are coping and whispering over it, how good the prince looks with a child and how good he is with her. ] I will let my brother know I will be joining and meet my Queen there. Perhaps when we get to Storm’s End you can give me your answer about learning the lullaby?

[chainedqueen]

[She understood what that might mean, accepting at Storm's End. The distance she suggested would be broken. There was a part of her as well that felt...as if she wanted it. Despite herself, she does think of his lips and how lush they were, how warm his body felt and the tickle of his breath against her neck. She shivered, as though some wind had slithered through the leaves. The thought occurs to her more and more that maybe they could talk more quietly? Slip into the woods? But each time it crossed her mind, she had to convince herself that such a move would only be to persuade him to let her be.

She tucked her legs further under her skirts, keeping them tight together, even as she wondered what his hands might feel like there. Alicent cleared her throat, gesturing for the nurse to take both Aegon and Helaena. Both would need to be fed and kept in the shade. Too long under the sun, they would grow ill.

Now there was no child between them. She was battling herself, tempted and afraid. Did he know? Could he sense it? She- she might like another kiss.]

It may well be then. If no other knows the song, you might have to be the one to teach me.

[valyrianprince]

[ Not a day has gone by where he hasn’t thought of their kiss, the soft sounds she’s made, the way he could feel her hear beat beneath her breast, especially when he’s rested his hand there as she tried to calm it. The feel of her soft skin under her touch, ever chaste but yearning to be more.

Helaena’s handed off to the nurse and it does take a moment to get his hair free. She has a good grip, strong and powerful, even if she’s already a little unique. And there’s a small smile that’s genuine and for Helaena, not watching Alicent when he gives it.

Though once they’re child free, his attention does turn to her. The look in his eyes is weighted, watching her. ] It would be my honor to teach it to you. [ Teaching her, did it sound a little more than just a song? Because he could tell something had shifted in her. Something enough that he motions toward the waterfall. ] There’s a small path to get to the water. Would you like to see?

[ They’re far enough from the hunting path no one save the nurses and Cole is near them, and the small path is trees so they would be lost among them if people were to stay here with the children. ]

[chainedqueen]

[There is a pregnant pause while she weighed that question. Whatever was happening in her, as irrational as it was, had the yes on the tip of her tongue. It was the Seven that made her hesitate, the duty that had been her purpose since birth. There were rumors about Rhaenyra and she had felt betrayal for such a thing, as well as frustration how liberally the princess lived her life. Maybe it was that jealousy that influenced her now? That had to be the case. What other reason was there? Wine? She didn't remember having more than two cups.

She didn't look back at Cole, slowly getting to her feet and brushing down her skirts. As she started to follow Daemon, silent and a bit in a daze, she noted Cole was about to shadow her. She held up her hand, stopping him, glancing at her children. They needed to be guarded at the moment more than she did. Some sense of what was to happen left her worrying about disappointing him, better he not be near.

The water was cool as she passed it, small spray the falls sprinkled her warm skin, heated by both the sun and racing desire. It wasn't enough to shake the spell that seemed to draw her. She touched the wet stone, so close to the waterfall so that everything seemed like a roar. It echoed off the wall and rocks, reverberating with the same intensity her heart did.

If he turned to face her, he would find her not ducking her head but tilting it up, her lips slightly parted. An invitation without even admitting it to herself. All of this happening in rapid succession and Alicent feeling just as out of control as before. No, this was not her doing but his. She wasn't betraying her duty, how could she be? She would never allow it.]

[valyrianprince]

[ Patient, waiting, letting her get to the point where she wanted that feeling again. Most men would never have the ability to wait,to insistent on the instant gratification verses the slow build. But Daemon knew Alicent would be worth it. That kiss had only left him hungrier.

The back of his head told him that it was dangerous, the longer he circled, the harder he’d fall. The tighter they would twine to each other, because she was just as willing a partner in this web they were slowly weaving. He knew he could end up a very dangerous dragon wrapped around the Queen’s finger in some way, but he also welcomed that because it meant that in some ways she would be his too.

His to show pleasure to. His to see as she realizes he does see her, does want her, and does want to see her pleasure. Even if he seeks his pleasure he wants her to feel it just as much as he does. His to see stronger in her ability to at least take what she wants.

He’s also grateful that Cole is told to stay behind, knowing what she wants more than ever now as they take the path. There’s not even any teasing smirk or glance at her knight, focus on her and leading her away. Tempting space, the roar of the water to hide any kind of sound she might make. It couldn’t be more perfect unless they were alone in a bedroom behind locked doors.

He takes that invitation easily, hand sliding to cup her cheek as he closes in to claim her mouth. It’s not a slow kiss this time. No, it’s heated and almost needy, tongue teasing the seam of her lips and requesting entrance as his body settles against hers, pinning her against the rock a little. He doesn’t want to waste a moment of the time she’s carefully curated for them, his free hand settling at her waist to draw her closer. Though he can’t help knead her hip either, wanting to touch more, to dip below her skirt, but that’s also a large step past kissing. And he wants to feel her body react to his before he chances anything. ]

[chainedqueen]

[Unlike last time, she kissed back, opening her mouth wider and meeting his tongue with hers. Her mind was shut off, letting him show her that glimpse of desire that had peeked through the curtain of duty. Here, there were no maids just outside the door, no guards there as well. A door could be flimsy and others might hear. The water, it masked her gasp at the ferocity of his kiss, the whimper as he touched her hip and the moan that managed to escape the moment he pressed her against the rock.

She wanted to be claimed. Her mind might be silent, but her body was clear on its desire. She guided his hand up to her breast. Her hand rested on his chest, her hips pressing up against his. Her body was pushing her more than she'd ever experienced, but it was what it needed in the moment. It was why she offered her neck again and tugged enough at her ties to let her gown loosen a little.

If he grabbed at her skirts, she would help him raise them. Desire replaced though and conscience. She wanted to be felt and touched, to have a moment where he showed the dragon in his blood. Kiss, touch, maybe more, she was racing towards it recklessly.]

[valyrianprince]

[ A low sound left him at how enthusiastic and willing she was as she offered herself to him, giving him her body, guiding his hand to her breast, loosening her gown. Gods, it would be lucky if he didn’t rip the fabric at some point. The hand on her breast kneaded it through the dress before he growled again, hands loosening the ties more so he could slip his hand into her dress and cup her breast properly.

Teeth nip at her throat, careful not to leave a mark, much as he wants to claim her not just with his body and the pleasure he wants to give her but teeth too. There’s no where he could mark her safely though. Not in this position at least.

The hand on her cheek leaves her skin to reach for her skirts as she thought, getting them up so his hand could get under them, fingers teasing to find and tease against her. ] I want you to feel what it’s like to fall apart, to trust me to catch you before I claim you. [ the words are dark, and it almost sounds like a threat, but instead of trying to unlace his pants and rut into her, it’s two fingers that ease into her as fast as her body allows. He wants her to have pleasure, to know desire and why it’s so dangerous and delicious. He’s even smart enough to capture her mouth in a hard kiss when he knows she might to start to get loud, letting her feed the sounds into the kids to muffle them. ]

[chainedqueen]

[She knew there was some level of danger with this. That something might tear, that some mark would be left. She feared it, her thoughts at least returning to think how to avoid any signs of this. Pressed against the rock, she did her best not to move, not to risk scratching her skin. The sound of the falls covered their kisses and the spray and mist hid their forms. No one would recognize that obscure path, no one would traverse down it and discover them.

They were so close to the servants, enough that there was fear beating along with her heart, but also excitement. She moaned again when his lips returned. Warmth pressed against her entrance before his fingers slipped in. Her legs weakened, pressing more against him for support. Claim her. Yes, that was what she wanted, for a brief moment, she could accept that desire, especially as his fingers pumped steadily inside her.

Her mouth parted more, feeding her gasps and moans to his lips. Despite never having this done before, her hips rocked easily, encouraging where to touch and a more quick movement. For all the subtle and quiet seduction, she wanted fast, passionate and famished for their bodies. Her bodice slipped down her chest, her chemise damp from sweat and sticking to her skin. He'd see her breasts, he'd finally see how full they were.

Were she bolder, she might untie his trousers, but all she can do is grip his shoulders. Still too new, too shy, she would let him lead the way, ready to feel her body shatter completely.]

[valyrianprince]

[ So far, save for the blush, he’s been good and not actually marked her. Little scratches, well, there are branches, trees that like to catch dresses, hair, and skin. Some excuses they can work out later, after. There’s always the option of falling into the water some too and making some excuse that something had startled her and he’d had to go in after her and save her from the heavy dress pulling her down.

All that mattered at the moment was the kisses they were sharing, the way her tight heat gripped his fingers and how fast he could rock them into her to see her fall apart for him. He’ll even curl them just a little as his thumb finds her clit, pushing her body as fast and hard as he can to bring her. Not just because he wants her to shatter, but because he’s becoming impatient and wants to be inside her. Something even still she’ll enjoy.

As her clothes slip, he can’t help but dip his head, breaking the kiss, so he can tease her breast with his mouth. Teeth are demanding as his fingers work her harder to see her climax, a low growl leaving him again, this time around the nipple of her breast as he pumps so much pleasure into her. ]

TFLN - valyrianprince

[chainedqueen]

[She was in her nightdress, pacing as always before his knock came. Now that she knew well where the passageway was, she could open the door and let it slip in. She glanced at the door, indicating the guards were outside and servants were likely nearby. There would always be a maid waiting, in case she called for something. There was no way that they could make much noise.

For now, it would be nothing more than whispers and gasps.]

Please sit. [She nodded to the nearby couch. Meanwhile, she pulled at the neckties to her night dress, exposing her breasts and shoulders for him. Slowly, she sat on his lap, facing him so she could kiss him properly.

Her hips rocked, her back arching. This was the dance they were accustomed to now. Overwhelming passion that broke the moment they met again. Breakfast would be cordial but warm before she fell back in her cycle.]

To remember who you protect.

[chainedqueen]

[A hand left his shoulder and gripped the rock above her, her back arching more as he moved faster and faster in her. His kisses had her gasping, but the moment his lips find her breasts and his fingers found her clit, her mouth fell open, moaning with the full force of desire he elicited. It was a soft sound against the waterfall, lost against the roar around them. Good, she didn't have to restrain these noises, the begging for more and the whispering of her pleasure. How good it felt, how much more she wanted, begging him to claim her.

The voice didn't sound like hers. It came from her body, not her mind. Her head fell back, almost murmuring it up to the sky. If he heard, it would only be because his ear was close enough to catch it. Yes, there, there. She could feel his impatience, which matched her own. She rocked her hips wildly, helping as he pumped inside her.

He knew where to touch, how to get noises for her. His fingers were warm and thick, comfortable inside her, but it wasn't his cock. She wanted that feeling wanted him to drive into her until she lost all reason. No, this shouldn't be, but here she was moving her hand to his hair, gripping it tightly as he kissed and licked.

With a sharp shiver, her body broke, the sudden cry echoing off the stone, but dying before it could go any further. The first climax to be brought by another. But it wasn't enough, wasn't forceful enough. She wanted more, something faster, deeper and losing herself fully into it.]

Claim me, now.

[valyrianprince]

[ He's in a simple linen shirt and pants, but he's also barefoot so his steps wouldn't echo in the passageway and give himself away at all. Eyes glance where she indicates and he gives a small nod of understanding. As always when they were inside, they had to be careful. To ensure that no one caught them, heard them, had any dangerous reason to enter her chambers and find them.

He's silent as he moves to sit where she indicates, one hand settling at her hip once he's above him. The other catches her cheek to draw her head down for a deep kiss, knowing it will quiet the soft groan at the way she rocks against him. He's already hard for her, anticipation from the moment she'd agreed to see him tonight. ] And to keep you warm in my absence.

[ Teeth nip lightly along her jaw as his hand slips from her cheek, down her throat, and to one of her breasts. Cupping and kneading it, he rolls his hips under her, letting her feel him even though they're separated by his pants for the moment, teasing them both to heighten the pleasure and night.

Though it's also not too long before the hand on her hip dips between them so he can undo the laces of his pants and pull himself out. ] Ride your dragon, my Queen.

[valyrianprince]

[ Every whimper, every moan, every soft word that left her lips even with it being so low is incredible to his ears. He loves just how wonton she's let herself go, for him. He's ever sure that he's the only one who has ever had the pleasure to see her like this, rocking herself on fingers, back bowed as she cries at the pleasure that breaks inside her. And he would be sure that he is the only one that will ever see this side of her.

All and only his, this more primal, dominant Alicent ordering him to claim her.

His thumb presses along her clit as his fingers slip from her body, knowing it will give her a jolt of pleasure to couple the sharpness of the bite his teeth leave around her breast. He can't help himself, marking her pale skin in a claim.

Even if he knows that wasn't what she'd meant by her order.

He also doesn't give her a chance to think too much about the mark he's leaving on her flesh as he spins her to face the rocks. Her skirts are pulled up and his foot helps her stance widen a little as he undoes the laces of his pants and pulls himself out. ] As My Queen commands.

[ The words are purred darkly against her ear as he aligns himself and snaps his hips forward thrusting into her body in a quick, hard motion. He knows she's wet enough that it will be all pleasure with only a little hint of pain at the stretch her body will have to give to take him. He's bigger than her husband, and he knows what he's doing far better as one hand settles under her skirts to work her clit in time with his hard thrusts. His other hand catches her chin, guiding her head to the side so he can catch her in a heated kiss before dipping into her dress to knead and work her unmarked breast, giving it attention it hasn't had the chance to get as yet. ]

[chainedqueen]

[He is bigger than Viserys and better in his movements. The hard, fast pace is more akin to what her body desired. It wasn't as if Viserys were slow to savor it, but rather he didn't have as much speed or interest in more than the perfunctory. Her body comes more alive by this, knowing better how to stand, how to keep from collapsing and how to lean back against him. Her cry is covered by the falls, a declaration of triumph as he was fully inside her.

The pain was pleasing, both bite and thrust had her entirely focused on what was happening. Where she disassociated with Viserys, she fully in the present in this moment. Her hips rocked with him, meeting his fingers as he touched her lewdly. Her body was damp from both sweat and spray. The smell would at least be covered, she hoped. There would be talk about her appearance, but perhaps not for this reason.

Oh but this was wrong. She could see now his meaning about pleasure, but the cost still hanged heavily in the back of her mind. She had, perhaps, given in too fast, pushed for too much too quickly. She had insulted herself by letting out these wanton desires instead of controlling them. Her worries and suspicions could well come true. Perhaps it may well be a bit of sport for him before his interests shifted, but perhaps that may be what she wanted in a sense. A brief glimpse, a small bit of temptation and then never again.

Yet with this building feeling, the warmth of his touch between her legs and his hardness filling her rapidly, it was hard to believe that wish.

She gripped the rocks with her hands, her broken nails scratching into the hard surface. They would be crusty with grime and blood, but she didn't care. If she was to be wanton, she would be wanton. While she was no maid, he had to set the pace and movement, this position, this intensity was new to her. Better that it have been here than somewhere someone might hear or suspect.

Time wasn't on their side and she whispered for him to move faster. Her groans and gasps were buried against her lips before her neck arched, aching for more kisses there, seeking to be thoroughly debauched.]

Quickly.