[ There's a smart remark about the Gods wishing it on this tongue, but it never makes it out of his mouth. He's not looking to goad her into an argument after getting her nearly alone for a peaceful afternoon away from most of court. Though she's not wrong either, he's a very tactical man so if he can't touch the gods how should he believe in them? What he believed in was dragons giving his family what they held now, not gods. Though he did also follow the traditions of the old ways of his family, he finds them soothing, connecting to them. ] When duty is served, there is result. I would argue some on if it's satisfactory or not. Though to that, it would depend on who is doing the serving for what or who and how it went about.
[ He'd argue that the whole point is that she's missing satisfaction for herself. That's been the point he's been slowly trying to hammer home to her over the course of their conversations, even by raven. That she'll never feel fulfilled the way she was hoping if she never finds satisfaction for herself. Why not fight for her own needs?
The back of her mind is definitely not too far off with his curiosity. Will she be alone that he can potentially get her alone again. Alone alone too, not with Cole by her side. Though he asks it pleasantly enough. ]
I would agree on that point. They should see you, you are important to the realm just as much as he is. [ She's not wrong about the political advantage of having houses or even just men from houses on her side when the coming war finally arrives. Unless she can find a way to reconcile with Rhaenyra and come to a proper agreement about the throne, it was inevitable. He's also pretty sure he knows why she's shy at the idea of being in the public eye, but that has more to do with how she was raised. Always the wallflower compared to Rhaenyra's vibrancy and inability to get into trouble. ]
It might be too loud for the children just yet. They'd likely be safer at the keep with your Sir Cole.
[Keeping his smart remark to himself is the best choice he could make. Pushing and pushing Alicent had her uncertain and afraid, but backing her into that corner would never fully work. Often the way to tame a wild bird or dragon was through persistence, gentleness and waiting. Duty and the Gods were one and the same for her, not straying far from the other. Breaking her duty meant breaking her oaths to the Gods, something she continually told herself since the last banquet with Daemon. There had been contrition, alms distributed and several long hours in prayer. Challenging that work, that belief, she would not take it well.
She lets his words remain, not about to challenge him over it either.]
Not nearly as important, but I have a role to play and the ladies of Noble Houses will likely have petitions for me as well. [The tedious things that a queen must do. She would be asked for placement for the young, unmarried daughters. She'd receive numerous candidates along the way, along with requests to foster children, give sons a place in her House or, at the very least, a knighthood. She would have far less than Viserys in terms of audiences, but she would have her share.
She near laughed in surprise.] The children remain behind, but Ser Criston is sworn to me. There will be two other Kingsguard staying behind with the children as well as their household.
[ He's learning, slowly about the best ways to handle her so they get along better. Still clashing at different areas, but less in the throwing something at him, and more just the way her nose wrinkles and she looks at him like he might very well have gone mad for what's coming out of his mouth. Some might say it's a new level for him, the way he hasn't let her stand on her duty and faith let her waiver too much since the kiss diswade him from his interest in her.
He'd actually argue that those that think so never truly knew him though. He's very focused when he's decided he wants someone, or wants to be closer to them as a whole. ]
Ever needing places for their children, blessings on their unborn. Yes, but the happiness of the Lord's Lady's can be just as important as the Lord's interaction with my brother. A mixed meeting with the King, but a good word from a Lady wife about her meeting with the Queen when they come back together can sway opinions. [ He pays more attention to the comings and goings of court than most give him credit for too. Even Alicent, considering he's pretty sure she doesn't think he pays much attention at all considering how he pushes at rules. His head tilts just a little though. ] Be careful who you agree to place where though. Some are more wolf than sheep in their requests and the reasons behind them.
[ Does she need the reminder? Maybe not, but he's offering it all the same. To tread carefully in what she agrees to, to think about what motives could be behind the request. A concern offered for her, about her, the tone soft and not chastising or sounding like he knows more but truly just a well intentioned warning to keep in mind.
He may like war, thrive in it, but he doesn't want to see her get caught up in it if he can help it some.
That laugh though, has his head tilt and he can't help himself in sparing a glance over at the knight in question. It's definitely a calculating look, like he's found something he needs to puzzle out. Which, to be far, he does. How to get her from the ever shadow of her thorn in the paw knight. ] Of course, I just thought you'd perhaps want the best looking after them since you won't be there to see to them personally. [ A compliment and yet a way to almost question bringing him verse leaving the knight. Not that he thinks it will work, he's smarter than that. ]
[She has had some time to see that he has some understanding of the realm and the workings of the court. If he didn't, he wouldn't have excelled at so many roles. His place in the council was such a thorn to her father because he was able to parry against his attacks and aspersions. It isn't a shock he knows what a queen is expected of during these progresses. He'd lived at court, his father had been heir. When he was heir, he was perhaps presented with a similar idea.
His advice is ironic, given his actions and intentions towards her. Whether he genuinely wanted her, he wasn't afraid to risk her safety for passion. As for vipers around her, hadn't many alluded that was what her father did? That she was the viper next to him for the sake of advancement. She wasn't naΓ―ve, either to what was said of her or what others intended. She could navigate the situation rather well. With Larys Strong eager to advance himself, he'd likely share whatever gossip he knew about the families, which she could register or discard as needed.]
I believe I can tell when someone means to use me for their own desires. [A simple, but pointed statement. One that Ser Criston wouldn't grasp right away, though he had remarked that he worried about Daemon's interests. Whether that was because of his own feelings (which she knew) or genuine concern, she didn't press him. Her own measure of hypocrisy, as she questioned Daemon constantly.]
All of the Kingsguard are highly skilled. With two guarding my son, I have no fears. [Not that she truly had any say over her son's upbringing, education or protectors. She had some influence, but the king and council decided on the first born son's life, not his mother.] If, as you believe, I will be visiting nobles who may not have pure intentions, it would be wise for me to take a knight willing to protect me with his life.
[ He excels at the roles because he also does gives his full attention and effort when given a role. When he was made command of the gold cloaks, he saw to it that they did their job and did it well. When he was heir, he made sure to pay attention and know what he was doing, what would ensure the people would accept and love him as heir. And when he was exiled, he made sure that he did what his brother refused to, and secured the Stepstones with his cousins.
Just because he has different views on the how from Viserys or Otto doesn't mean he doesn't have an idea of what is good for the realm. Even when it's not his anymore to care for that way.
She assumes that were she to give into her passions and desires, he wouldn't keep her safe under his protection. But he would. He wasn't asking her to shout from the keep's balcony how he had made her feel, how the heat had run through her veins. He's also very aware at what's at risk if that continues in any way, which he hopes it does. Which is why he's hedged his cards carefully. Been slow at getting closer to her, offering her a way to potentially start to trust at least some of his actions. ]
But would you use them for your own desires given the chance? [ A simple, very pointed counter. Was he offering to be used if it meant breaking some of her shell and showing her how to be powerful? In some ways that he'd enjoy, very much. He offers her a small smile as his head tilts just a little toward the waterfall because discussion has made the ride that much quicker for them as well. ] And I would argue that when you are in a seat of power such as your own, you may see someone's intentions as using you, when they are merely offering something you aren't used to in genuine manners.
[ He'll guide his horse over to a large tree with some low branches that they can secure the reins to. Though he'll wait until someone can take Aegon from him before getting down himself, ensuring the boy's safety above all else. What he hates is that it will likely keep him from helping Alicent off her horse, though he'll carry Aegon over to her, the boy on his hip. ] Most would say what better than a skilled knight, save for one advantage. What better than a dragon at your side to protect you? And a dragon that's visited most of the Lords and Ladies you'll be speaking to so he'll have inside knowledge that most won't have, and your knight certainly won't.
[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.
[ 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?
[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?
[ 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.
[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.]
[ 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 doesnβt always need words, just a closeness.
[ Itβs not something Targaryens share often, the inner workings about how they bond with the dragons. Itβs always been rumored that they share blood but heβs offering her confirmation. They do. And he wasnβt 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 youβve never truly known them.
Caraxes isnβt 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.
[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.
[ 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 heβd felt he just needed to do, to be honest. He didnβt like that his niece was so upset. Wanting to find a way to fix it. And he had been lucky it worked, that sheβs 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 wonβt fuss as much. [ He holds up one hand, like heβs 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 doesnβt 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 wonβt 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 thereβs 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.
[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.]
[ 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 donβt 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.
[ Heβll be happy to teach her, partly because it should help. But weβll, he canβt be sad to spend time with her.
His head bows to the side as best he can being held captive by a tiny child. Itβs 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 Stormβs End you can give me your answer about learning the lullaby?
[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.
[ Not a day has gone by where he hasnβt thought of their kiss, the soft sounds sheβs made, the way he could feel her hear beat beneath her breast, especially when heβs 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.
Helaenaβs 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 sheβs already a little unique. And thereβs a small smile thatβs genuine and for Helaena, not watching Alicent when he gives it.
Though once theyβre 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. ] Thereβs a small path to get to the water. Would you like to see?
[ Theyβre 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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 heβd 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 Queenβs 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.
Heβs also grateful that Cole is told to stay behind, knowing what she wants more than ever now as they take the path. Thereβs 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 couldnβt 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. Itβs not a slow kiss this time. No, itβs 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 doesnβt want to waste a moment of the time sheβs carefully curated for them, his free hand settling at her waist to draw her closer. Though he canβt help knead her hip either, wanting to touch more, to dip below her skirt, but thatβs also a large step past kissing. And he wants to feel her body react to his before he chances anything. ]
[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.]
[ 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 didnβt 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. Thereβs 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 itβs 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, itβs two fingers that ease into her as fast as her body allows. He wants her to have pleasure, to know desire and why itβs so dangerous and delicious. Heβs 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. ]
[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.]
[ So far, save for the blush, heβs 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. Thereβs always the option of falling into the water some too and making some excuse that something had startled her and heβd 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. Heβll 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 heβs becoming impatient and wants to be inside her. Something even still sheβll enjoy.
As her clothes slip, he canβt 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
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Date: 2022-11-11 09:49 pm (UTC)[ He'd argue that the whole point is that she's missing satisfaction for herself. That's been the point he's been slowly trying to hammer home to her over the course of their conversations, even by raven. That she'll never feel fulfilled the way she was hoping if she never finds satisfaction for herself. Why not fight for her own needs?
The back of her mind is definitely not too far off with his curiosity. Will she be alone that he can potentially get her alone again. Alone alone too, not with Cole by her side. Though he asks it pleasantly enough. ]
I would agree on that point. They should see you, you are important to the realm just as much as he is. [ She's not wrong about the political advantage of having houses or even just men from houses on her side when the coming war finally arrives. Unless she can find a way to reconcile with Rhaenyra and come to a proper agreement about the throne, it was inevitable. He's also pretty sure he knows why she's shy at the idea of being in the public eye, but that has more to do with how she was raised. Always the wallflower compared to Rhaenyra's vibrancy and inability to get into trouble. ]
It might be too loud for the children just yet. They'd likely be safer at the keep with your Sir Cole.
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Date: 2022-11-12 01:08 am (UTC)She lets his words remain, not about to challenge him over it either.]
Not nearly as important, but I have a role to play and the ladies of Noble Houses will likely have petitions for me as well. [The tedious things that a queen must do. She would be asked for placement for the young, unmarried daughters. She'd receive numerous candidates along the way, along with requests to foster children, give sons a place in her House or, at the very least, a knighthood. She would have far less than Viserys in terms of audiences, but she would have her share.
She near laughed in surprise.] The children remain behind, but Ser Criston is sworn to me. There will be two other Kingsguard staying behind with the children as well as their household.
Ser Criston will be at my side.
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Date: 2022-11-12 01:40 am (UTC)He'd actually argue that those that think so never truly knew him though. He's very focused when he's decided he wants someone, or wants to be closer to them as a whole. ]
Ever needing places for their children, blessings on their unborn. Yes, but the happiness of the Lord's Lady's can be just as important as the Lord's interaction with my brother. A mixed meeting with the King, but a good word from a Lady wife about her meeting with the Queen when they come back together can sway opinions. [ He pays more attention to the comings and goings of court than most give him credit for too. Even Alicent, considering he's pretty sure she doesn't think he pays much attention at all considering how he pushes at rules. His head tilts just a little though. ] Be careful who you agree to place where though. Some are more wolf than sheep in their requests and the reasons behind them.
[ Does she need the reminder? Maybe not, but he's offering it all the same. To tread carefully in what she agrees to, to think about what motives could be behind the request. A concern offered for her, about her, the tone soft and not chastising or sounding like he knows more but truly just a well intentioned warning to keep in mind.
He may like war, thrive in it, but he doesn't want to see her get caught up in it if he can help it some.
That laugh though, has his head tilt and he can't help himself in sparing a glance over at the knight in question. It's definitely a calculating look, like he's found something he needs to puzzle out. Which, to be far, he does. How to get her from the ever shadow of her thorn in the paw knight. ] Of course, I just thought you'd perhaps want the best looking after them since you won't be there to see to them personally. [ A compliment and yet a way to almost question bringing him verse leaving the knight. Not that he thinks it will work, he's smarter than that. ]
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Date: 2022-11-12 02:28 am (UTC)His advice is ironic, given his actions and intentions towards her. Whether he genuinely wanted her, he wasn't afraid to risk her safety for passion. As for vipers around her, hadn't many alluded that was what her father did? That she was the viper next to him for the sake of advancement. She wasn't naΓ―ve, either to what was said of her or what others intended. She could navigate the situation rather well. With Larys Strong eager to advance himself, he'd likely share whatever gossip he knew about the families, which she could register or discard as needed.]
I believe I can tell when someone means to use me for their own desires. [A simple, but pointed statement. One that Ser Criston wouldn't grasp right away, though he had remarked that he worried about Daemon's interests. Whether that was because of his own feelings (which she knew) or genuine concern, she didn't press him. Her own measure of hypocrisy, as she questioned Daemon constantly.]
All of the Kingsguard are highly skilled. With two guarding my son, I have no fears. [Not that she truly had any say over her son's upbringing, education or protectors. She had some influence, but the king and council decided on the first born son's life, not his mother.] If, as you believe, I will be visiting nobles who may not have pure intentions, it would be wise for me to take a knight willing to protect me with his life.
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Date: 2022-11-12 03:00 am (UTC)Just because he has different views on the how from Viserys or Otto doesn't mean he doesn't have an idea of what is good for the realm. Even when it's not his anymore to care for that way.
She assumes that were she to give into her passions and desires, he wouldn't keep her safe under his protection. But he would. He wasn't asking her to shout from the keep's balcony how he had made her feel, how the heat had run through her veins. He's also very aware at what's at risk if that continues in any way, which he hopes it does. Which is why he's hedged his cards carefully. Been slow at getting closer to her, offering her a way to potentially start to trust at least some of his actions. ]
But would you use them for your own desires given the chance? [ A simple, very pointed counter. Was he offering to be used if it meant breaking some of her shell and showing her how to be powerful? In some ways that he'd enjoy, very much. He offers her a small smile as his head tilts just a little toward the waterfall because discussion has made the ride that much quicker for them as well. ] And I would argue that when you are in a seat of power such as your own, you may see someone's intentions as using you, when they are merely offering something you aren't used to in genuine manners.
[ He'll guide his horse over to a large tree with some low branches that they can secure the reins to. Though he'll wait until someone can take Aegon from him before getting down himself, ensuring the boy's safety above all else. What he hates is that it will likely keep him from helping Alicent off her horse, though he'll carry Aegon over to her, the boy on his hip. ] Most would say what better than a skilled knight, save for one advantage. What better than a dragon at your side to protect you? And a dragon that's visited most of the Lords and Ladies you'll be speaking to so he'll have inside knowledge that most won't have, and your knight certainly won't.
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Date: 2022-11-12 03:26 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2022-11-12 03:39 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2022-11-12 04:03 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2022-11-12 04:19 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2022-11-12 04:54 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2022-11-12 05:06 am (UTC)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 doesnβt always need words, just a closeness.
[ Itβs not something Targaryens share often, the inner workings about how they bond with the dragons. Itβs always been rumored that they share blood but heβs offering her confirmation. They do. And he wasnβt 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 youβve never truly known them.
Caraxes isnβt 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.
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Date: 2022-11-12 05:17 am (UTC)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?]
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Date: 2022-11-12 05:35 am (UTC)Soothing Helaena had also been something heβd felt he just needed to do, to be honest. He didnβt like that his niece was so upset. Wanting to find a way to fix it. And he had been lucky it worked, that sheβs 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 wonβt fuss as much. [ He holds up one hand, like heβs 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 doesnβt 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 wonβt 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 thereβs 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.
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Date: 2022-11-12 05:44 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2022-11-12 05:56 am (UTC)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 donβt 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.
[ Heβll be happy to teach her, partly because it should help. But weβll, he canβt be sad to spend time with her.
His head bows to the side as best he can being held captive by a tiny child. Itβs 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 Stormβs End you can give me your answer about learning the lullaby?
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Date: 2022-11-12 06:05 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2022-11-12 06:19 am (UTC)Helaenaβs 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 sheβs already a little unique. And thereβs a small smile thatβs genuine and for Helaena, not watching Alicent when he gives it.
Though once theyβre 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. ] Thereβs a small path to get to the water. Would you like to see?
[ Theyβre 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. ]
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Date: 2022-11-12 06:28 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2022-11-12 06:40 am (UTC)The back of his head told him that it was dangerous, the longer he circled, the harder heβd 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 Queenβs 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.
Heβs also grateful that Cole is told to stay behind, knowing what she wants more than ever now as they take the path. Thereβs 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 couldnβt 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. Itβs not a slow kiss this time. No, itβs 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 doesnβt want to waste a moment of the time sheβs carefully curated for them, his free hand settling at her waist to draw her closer. Though he canβt help knead her hip either, wanting to touch more, to dip below her skirt, but thatβs also a large step past kissing. And he wants to feel her body react to his before he chances anything. ]
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Date: 2022-11-12 06:51 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2022-11-12 07:01 am (UTC)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. Thereβs 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 itβs 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, itβs two fingers that ease into her as fast as her body allows. He wants her to have pleasure, to know desire and why itβs so dangerous and delicious. Heβs 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. ]
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Date: 2022-11-12 07:09 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2022-11-12 07:16 am (UTC)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. Heβll 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 heβs becoming impatient and wants to be inside her. Something even still sheβll enjoy.
As her clothes slip, he canβt 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. ]
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Date: 2022-11-12 07:28 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2022-11-12 02:35 pm (UTC)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. ]
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