[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. ]
[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.]
[ He doesn't intimately know how his brother is in the bedroom, but he had a feeling with the disinterest of Alicent in public he can catch glimpses of that Viserys wasn't exactly doing anything right. But at the same time, duty chained the two together. But here, under the waterfall, stretching and filling Alicent as they moved together, giving her pleasure and feeling her body quiver, Daemon knew they were bonded in pleasure and desire. If just for a moment, the two would have this moment, this heat shared between them.
Having her body come alive under him, around him, was far better than he'd even imagined. Part of him wants to slow them down, to live in this moment more fully and for longer, but he also knows that they don't have the time. Stolen time with a knight that may well come looking for her if they dally too terribly long. They're already pushing it. But there's other things too that he wants to find ways to explore later.
Darker things, better things. To learn her body better, mapping it with hands and teeth. Finding what makes her shudder at just the thought, let alone the touch of it. Learning how much pain will make her wet, make her want to command him to claim her again. How much pain will heighten her pleasure, because he's noticed that she's enjoying it hard, enjoying that mark to her breast that will linger every time she wears a dress for the next few days, something that if he's also right, his brother may never see even if she's summoned.
His hips push faster, harder at her urge for quicker, but his teeth are dangerously close to leaving marks on her pale throat as she tilts her neck to the side and gives him such a beautiful canvas to paint. Fingers pull and tug at her nipple, working it harder to give her a little bit of pain as his fingers on her clit work harder to get her closer to her second orgasm. ] Quickly, as you command. Let me feel my Queen tighten around me, pleasure taking her once again. Let her body break on me, feel me following her pleasure to fill her. So she might dream of this for days to come until she needs me again. Until she might once again wish and need her dragon.
[ Again. He's far from sated of her, far from done with her. It's not a passing fancy, a game to claim what his brother has. No, he's far more tightly wound and bound to her with this giving in, with sharing this heat together, with knowing he can give her this. ] Come for me, Alicent. [ The words are dark, heated, but soft and only for her even with the roar of the water around them. Commanding her to let her body swell and break for him, under his touch and command. ]
[Pain was something she was somewhat accustomed to. She had torn her fingers so often to bleed, to sting whenever she washed or used her hands. Having him tug at her nipple, bite fiercely at her breast, it ran deeper than simple cuts and sores. Each cry came more quickly, more loudly the more he tested this. It was a new desire that she hadn't considered before, but her body apparently wanted. Having so much rage buried as a child, so much anxiety, it needed to be released and explored in some capacity. Here, next to the falls wasn't ideal, but it was still a revelation.
With her face turned more to the rocks, he'd better hear her cries of pleasure. They echoed back at them amplifying her sounds for them alone. Everything else was lost to the falls. She gripped the stones as she had the balcony railing, her knuckles turning white. He was so fast, so deep and so demanding. She wanted to be fully pressed against them, to be so thoroughly debauched that she would need to clean the grime and dirt from hidden places on her body. The risk was too great. She could not even fully remove her gown as she wanted. Instead, they had to settle for raised skirts and a lowered bodice. Enough that she could cover the evidence of this, but barrier enough to both of their desires.
He whispered dark things to her, words that weren't normally spoke (as words were never spoken at all) during her nights with his brother. Her eyes rolled back into her head, giving herself over to the torrent of words, the promises of further debauchery and fed on it. It filled her as easily as he did and the thoughts teased at her as effectively as his fingers. She wasn't bound to last long, not on the heels of earlier attention.
His request isn't enough. She needs one more tug at her nipple, one more scrape of his teeth against her neck and one deep thrust. Then, at once, she shatters. She covered her mouth, burying her scream beneath both the sound of water storming around them and her palm. She could taste a bit of the stone against her skin, smell the wet rocks there as well. It would be hard to disassociate all of that from this.
He was still moving and she still accepted him. Had they more time, she would easily last longer and seek more than this one climax, but time is against them. She does her best to move as it seemed she should, grinding into the hand that teased her. She tightened more around him, remembering at least this way to help finish a man.]
[ It's a revelation that he's more than happy to explore with her later, when they have a little more time, even if it might be a little more of a risk in the Keep, on the trip, at Storm's Edge. Because the back of his mind is already trying to figure out when he can find her alone for more. A craving he's never going to be rid of. But exploring it would take time, time they are preciously out of at the moment.
Because truly, he wants her bare soon enough, to be able to take in every inch of her, to worship it and show her just what he thought of her beauty. Even as he left scrapes of nails or nips of teeth in his wake of exploring her. He had a feeling she'd arch and wiggle beneath him beautifully.
Right now though, his attention narrowed in on giving her what she needed to shatter, feeling her body tighten around him as she came for him. What he wouldn't give for her to not have to worry about muffling her cries of pleasure, to hear them in full. For now, he's committing to memory what he's getting. As for doing her best to see him his pleasure, she doesn't need long. Her climax pulled him closer and when she tightens once more around him, the cry of his own pleasure, more an almost growl, is given to the skin of her throat, just beneath her ear so she'll feel that sound through her skin but also and hear it.
His hands catch her hips, pressing her ass back against him as he presses her into those stones, filling her as he pants and stills inside her. Teeth and kisses pepper her skin with a low sound as he tries to come down a little, lingering in this moment for a moment at least. ] Next time... I'll see you come at least one more time before we're through. Maybe take the whole night to ensure your pleasure.
[ Next time. Because they're definitely not done. This hasn't washed her from his system. One hand eases up her belly, pressing a little as he rolls his hips, knowing it should make her wiggle, maybe even whine for him before his hand continues up to rest over her heart. ] Your dragon, ever ready to please his Queen well.
[She does near whine. Pressed so roughly against the stone, having that tight control taken from her, him buried deep enough she might taste him, she didn't want to hurry back. She wanted another hurried rut, another jolt of fear they'd be caught. All of it would keep her rigid sense duty at bay and let her truly breathe.
She knows later she'll worry, later there will be shame and fear. For a moment, she wasn't herself. It was perhaps why she taunted him:] No, never again. [It was said even as she wriggled, tightening around him again. She was testing the waters of her abilities, wondering if this was how others ladies were or if she acted the whore. For a moment, she was someone else and liked the steps of this new dance.
There was a moan from where she moved just right, sending another bolt of pleasure through her. She should fix her appearance and hurry away, but it was so delicious to move and freely tease his cock still inside her. Protesting what she was actually working towards. She was sore, but it left her only more aroused. Otherwise, she would not dare to needle him so enthusiastically.]
You must find another to satisfy your lusts. I won't be privy to them. [She tightened again, daring him to try and forget this. Another lady might do it better, have him more expertly, but Alicent was at least learning a little seduction. She didn't flatter herself or was so naive to think he loved her. It was the sport of lust and want. Such things faded. She had been at court long enough to see that first hand. There was the brief fury of passion, but such flames always died in the end.
She had no reason to think that Daemon would be different, even as he swore another meeting. It would happen, she knew that. It was inevitable after giving in once, but it was not like to last the whole of the progress.
After, he'd have another woman and Alicent could return to her husband and duty and put all of this from her mind.
Another rock, another squeeze, attempting to milk what want was left. Oh but it felt so good that time didn't seem relevant.]
[ Eager, beautiful music to his ears, the way she whined for him. The way she wiggled back against him, keeping sheathed inside her, keeping his seed deep where it might take for them to share a child that none would be wiser, sharing Targaryen looks all the same. Though her never again has a low sound against his ear before his teeth nip at the skin of it, all he can do not to really mark her throat and leave her with questions of where it came from.
It's a delicate balance, taking what they both want, giving her the sharper but still leaving her skin at least presentable when they return. What's potentially miraculous is that despite having found his peak and spilling inside her, he's still hard so it's easy at her words to slide out just a little before thrusting back into her, hard and pointed as he growls against her ear. ] Oh, we will do this again. When the dark night grows long enough that your hand finds its way between your thighs. His hand slips from her skirts to catch her hand and draw it back down, under her skirts, fingers guiding hers so she can touch herself, tease her clit, feel the hard length of him where it enters her. ] But even as you work yourself, rock on your hand as you play this moment over and over again, it won't be enough. You'll need me, hard and deep inside you, fanning the fires that burn inside you.
[ That thrust leads to more, slow but hard, rocking himself into her as he helps her own fingers continue to work her clit, trapping her that she's a partner in her own pleasure as his teeth play along her throat, it will at least be red when they return, but nothing a few hours won't fade. Needle him all she wants, it won't push him away but only spur him to prove her wrong, that she wants him, needs him to continue helping her feel this way.
And the comment about finding another has him give a low sound, hand pulling at her nipple a little as he gives a low, chuckled sound. ] Is that what you really want? Me to find someone and give them this? Would you truly be happy to know I'm buried in someone else, stretching and fucking them, that I am not souly yours? [ He's curious, will his words spur jealousy in Alicent despite duty saying she shouldn't want him? Especially with how he rocks with her, making no move to let her up from the rocks, no move to slip from her and let her get more presentable to go back.
No, she's getting exactly what she wants but doesn't dare want. He's offering her another rut, another round, more pleasure and more to remember later when she's alone in her room with only the memories of how good it felt to have him deep inside her. ]
[Naivety had her believing that nothing would come of this one time. Whether or not he had her again during the progress, as she was more like to allow, she wouldn't need fear any lasting significance of the dalliance. For the moment, she was more welcoming to the idea, knowing that it wouldn't go beyond this. A few thrusts inside her, a brief flurry of moans and pleasure, then the world would right itself once more. It was why she was more accepting of this moment, why she taunted and teased him until he was fucking her once again. It was something she could well forget later.
She knew well to touch herself, having done it enough before she was wed or thought of wedding. Having his hand over hers, showing her more and guiding her pleasure, it made everything sweeter and more sensual. She was arching into him, bending at the waist so he could drive completely into her. Their earlier position not allowing much, but this granting him more access to her inner depths. It wasn't sharp cries but languid moans that escaped her, encouraging him in noise if not in words to keep going. She wasn't done yet, she hadn't had her fill yet. She was queen and she would take as much time as she wanted.
One of her stockings loosened in the moment, slipping down over her knee and calf. There was so much she'd need to straighten and tighten, clothes that weren't meant for something like this. A hurried rut before returning back. Perhaps it was those barriers she preferred overcoming. If any asked, at least this position would give cover and allow her to claim she tripped. Her hands were caked enough with grime that it would be believe. Meanwhile, she could keep the memory of him driving into her slowly to herself.
He wanted her jealous but other women didn't yet concern her. It would be a mixed blessing, one littered with bitterness and disappointment, but a measure of relief. She was safe and duty would overcome this momentary lapse in judgement. So there is no hesitation for her to hiss:] Yes. [Whether that was for the idea or for what he was currently doing, how he was teasing and punishing her.] I would rather you find some minor noble's daughter and have her instead. I will be left in peace.
[Ridiculous words given that she was pushing back against him, gasping and grunting along with him. She would never use the word "fucked", but she recognized that was what was happening. This hypothetical girl didn't exist. It was Alicent receiving his cock, Alicent being pushed further and further, even as they took their time. A sharp groan escaped her as she near begged for more.]
I will no more be ruined by you as you will be ruined by me.
[ Would it be so that her gods willed a child from this joining, that her gods would bless them with a child in a show that they were a good match, that the gods themselves not only didn't turn from her for doing this with them but granted her a gift in their wake. Would she consider it as such though? Only she knew, only her duty would dictate how she reacted if a child came from this. Rutting in the woods, leaving the crown with her knight and being a woman of desire with a dragon that is more than happy to offer it.
He also knows a few things about helping straighten a woman up after, so he can help her tidy up as best they're able. Though they will likely need some reason she looks as grimy and dirty as she does, as they both will because he's not exactly clean himself as he moves with her. The way she bends at the waist, giving herself to his new, slow thrusting earns a pleased sound as his hand both continues to work her breast and now offers a little support as she leans like that, his hips pushing faster slowly, with more care this time.
He can't help himself though, hand leaving her breast to tease up and wrap carefully around her throat. There's barely any pressure, but at the same time it's a dangerous position for his hand, so easily squeezing to restrict her air, even just a little, though he's curious if she'll enjoy that too. ] What ever should we do to punish the lies that leave your lips?
[ With her bent, he does sink deeper into her and he loves feeling so much more of her as he rocks harder into her. Hard but still slow, letting her ass slap against him as they move where her dress is pulled up and skin has contact against him. His hand tightens just a little at her throat, it's careful, light even in its pressure to give a little bit of control, a little bit of warning. ] You will crave me, even if I never were to touch you again, fill you so well in the future you will never be left in peace. Replaying this forever would be torment without the ability of a repeat of it. I'm so deep inside you, I'm never leaving.
[ He can't keep the slow, hard pace though. His own words helping the images in his head, pressing him faster inside her. Though he does occasionally make sure to use harder thrusts to jolt her, help reach so deep inside her she'll never scrub him out, settled and nested in her head and memory, feeling the ache of him for days to come. ] You will crave to feel me again, just as I will crave to be inside you again.
[A child couldn't and wouldn't come of this. It might be a good sign for him, but it would be a mark of her indiscretion. She was far less kind to her slips and mistakes and there was always a measure of apprehension and disappointment when she did get pregnant. It was no easy thing and tightened a bond she wasn't sure yet if she should encourage, even as encouraged it.
This position was lewd and wanton, but felt so good. She would never say so, but she liked being fucked this way. Words may not show it, but her body did, from how hard and sensitive her nipples were, to how wet she was between her legs. She could feel where he entered her with the hand he guided to her sex. He would feel the tips of her fingers near his cock as she worked herself under his guidance. She was still so tender and very needy.
His hand around her throat is sudden, but there is no fear. The pressure feels like another taunt. It's almost an encouragement to continue teasing him, to see what he'd do, if she could push him as much as he's pushing her. She can feel the strength of his hand and leans her neck more against. Her voice was ragged, sharp and hard to hear, but there was a dare to her words and almost a reckless glee to her voice. Punish her, yes, she wanted to see him try.]
I will forget this as soon as it's over. [Sheβs panting each word, breaking off to cry out at each thrust, not holding back or showing any decorum.] I will see you're banished from court and sent to the Eyrie. You are too bold with your queen.
[As soon as his hand tightens, her hand slides harshly against the rocks, her cry of pleasure breaking under the pressure at her windpipe. She slams back against him, almost forgetting the game as she screamed:] Yes, there! Don't stop, don't come yet. Please, please keep going. More! [She didn't want to stop, didn't want time to stop them. She wanted this, wanted to be taken again and again until she was too sore to move or ride her horse. What time matter anymore? She was so tempted to send the entire entourage away, if only she could be well and truly fucked.
There was a streak of blood where the stone had scraped her hand. Good, it added to her lie. He was so relentless and her body wanted release so badly, but she obstinatly refused, drawing this out longer and longer. She wasn't done yet, not with this and not now.]
[ He doesn't believe a word of her protests, of her threats to banish him to the Eyrie. Not one of them, not with the way her body bucks back against his, how wet the slaps sound as they move together, how she pants and moans for him. No, he's sure that she's only saying it to bide her conscious, and to taunt him into pushing faster, harder, of being near punishing in his treatment of her and her body.
Not even so she can cry foul for the potential bruising at her hip, against her thighs, the light redness at her throat, the bite to her breast. But because it pushes her higher and he's happy to give it to her, a groan every time her fingertips brush his cock as he fucks in and out of her. There's something delicious in knowing she's working herself too, even with protesting, threatening, her fingers work with his to push her pleasure higher, faster, harder. All things that that only showed exactly what she wanted, craved. And from him. ]
I am everything my Queen needs. [ The words are growled as his hips push faster, his fingers quicken their work on her clit, there may even be the smallest slip of his blunt nails against the very sensitive nub, adding more pain to her pleasure as his hand tightens just a little more. Nothing that would stop her air or her cries as she begs him to give her more, but enough she might have the faintest mark of a hand at her throat if he's not releasing it soon. ] She needs to be filled properly, to be given pleasure in abundance, to know she's desired above all and everyone. She needs a dragon to mark her, inside and out, to give her sharp claws and teeth to make her come. Doesn't she! [ It's not a question, more a statement as he slams himself into her, fucking her harder as blunt nails at her throat also prick her skin a little.
Fuck, he could spend all day here, fucking her every which way. Enjoying her body, learning everything that caused her to cry out, scream for him. And then stripping her bare and drawing her into the water, only to fuck her in the water again, wet and sippery and even more rocks and scrapes to mark her back and the pleasure he'd give her. Never stopping until they were both too exhausted to move, to even make it back to the festivities. ] Only your dragon can give this to you, only your dragon knows how rough you really love it, doesn't he. Scream for him, my Queen. Let the water hide how good it feels to be his, to be filled, to be made to come again and again.
[She can only hold it off for so long before her body breaks before her resolve. She's crying out with each thrust, to the point her voice feels rough in her chest. When finally everything shatters, her voice gives out before it can even leave her chest, only a sharp gasp that tickled the sides of her throat. She was gripping him as the waves of her orgasm echoed through her. Her hand left from between her legs, joining her other hand against the rocks, if only to keep her steady. Everything seemed out of focus, only a distant hum of the water and a sense of him rapidly thrusting into her as he moved towards his own end.
It was surreal, a feeling she hadn't expected, especially on the heels of two before. It left her quiet as she waited for sound to return, for the high of it all to disappear. It was lasting longer this time. Her body sore, bruised and cut. The waterfall at least covered her smell, even if she was fussed over later, no one would recognize what happened. Everything could continue without worry and none would even dream that she might have betrayed her own morals.
There were things she could say to help him along, but her voice still felt rough in her throat, pressed on both sides by Daemon. Instead, he might hear her small moans as her body settled back into itself, as awareness slowly filtered back from the high of it all, though she was still tight and clenched around him.]
[ He doesn't even need her cries and screams to know that she's shattering for him, her body tells him such with the way she can't continue to work herself, the way she arches, and most especially the way she tighens and grips him as he continues to thrust into her.
He bends over her a little, his hand leaving her clit and skirts to find his own secure purchase against the rocks so his mouth can find the shoulder still bare to him. Teeth nip sharply at her skin before he gives a dark sound. The banter, the pace, and how she's still tight around him, gripping him, milking him like her body knows he's so close, does him in and instead of letting out a low growled groan, he can't help mark her shoulder in his pleasure. She's going to have to be careful with what she wears for a few days, but he doesn't care too much as he fills her for the second time this afternoon.
It's only after he's done, finally starting to go soft inside her, panted breaths against wet skin from sweat and the water, that he nuzzles her skin gently and starts to stand back up. The hand at her throat is gentle as he eases her to stand back up, though he still hasn't slipped from her body. No, he's staying inside her for a moment, lingering in this feeling, this connection they're sharing. And well, it keeps that seed locked deep inside her a little while longer. ] I do hope my Queen is well sated for this afternoon. Or does she need more still? I'm sure her dragon can acquest if she gives him a moment to catch his breath. [ His words are purred with a laziness that befits what they've just done. If they were in the keep, near a bed, he'd love nothing more than to roll them into it to rest for a moment. Here, there's no where to rest. And they do eventually need to get back.
[She pressed her brow to the back of her hands, still perched on the stones. He had released her throat but given a sharper bite in return. What little breath she had managed to catch left her again. Now she was dragging in a bigger lungful of air, struggling between the high that still lingered, along with him inside her, and the reality that was creeping back in. She had managed to shut off her mind for so long that now it was demanding to be let back into her consciousness. A moment longer, she did not wish to feel guilt just yet.
He was lazy and basking, but she knew how much time she had stolen. Even if all others didn't think the worst, Ser Criston would worry and ignore her command to stay behind. He might even suspect something, which she couldn't bear. She had no wish to disappoint him, as she knew she would. Nor could her children remain so long in the heat. Gods, she should have considered them before this reckless pursuit.
She slipped him from her, glancing quickly at her palms before brushing at her hair. The spray made her hair damp, simply enough to catch any stray hairs that might have fallen from her snood. They needed to hurry but she couldn't risk one facet of her appearance to be out of sorts. The sharpest eye might see it and gossip would follow. She would rather die than humiliate her father and family.]
Tie up my dress. [She hadn't answered his soft words, but hadn't returned to full distance either. The mask was still off, the shield still to the side. Instead, he could better see how fast her mind worked as she sorted out a potential political calamity. She glanced around the ground, first picking up the ribbon that had held her stocking in place before finding a small collection of stones on the ground. As her stocking was already loose, she removed it and dragged the top of her bare foot over the stones, cutting them in ragged lines. She bit her lower lip, wincing a little at the pain.
She pulled off her shoe and sat on the ground, looking up at him. She trusted him with this part of the deception, not believing she could manage it completely.]
My ankle needs to be bruised and swollen. [She watched him, curious if he'd be disgusted by how far she'd go to cover their actions.] I need you to help me.
[ He knew that she was sharp, tactful, and witty. However, he does love being able to see her in action, watching her mind work things out even as they linger a little in the feel of what they'd just finished doing. A soft sound leaves him at the loss of her body around him, but that is answer enough. As she fixes her hair, he'll tuck himself away and lace up his pants.
There's no hesitance at the command that follows, to tie her up. His hands settle at her front for a moment, and at first it might seem like he's going to tease or play with her breasts, but instead while he does touch, he settles them properly back into her gown before carefully pulling her dress back into place so he can tie her up. Attention to detail, fixing her so it won't look like the top of her dress was ever loosened. There is the softest kiss to the bitten shoulder before it's hidden underneath the shoulder of her dress and it is then tied with almost the same precision of a maid tying up her mistress.
He watches her cut her foot on the stones, seeing where her mind had taken what they would use as an excuse to cover their actions and why it had taken so long to return. He moves to kneel at her feet, hand catching her foot though after a moment he shifts slightly so his shoulder is near her head. Shifting his shirt a little, he offers her flesh. ] Bite. It will not be pleasant.
[ He doesn't wait too long for her to follow instructions either, expecting her to follow directions to muffle any sounds of pain she might give. His hands grip her ankle, hands squeezing her carefully but in a strong grip. It's a quick motion of his hands that twists it. Though after a moment he'll shift his hands a little not to twist again but in a bruising enough grip to mark the mark of hands and make it more look like she caught on a root or a vine and it wrapped around her and twisted it. Once done, he'll rest it very carefully over his knee to elevate it, any bite she may have done to his shoulder taken with a low intake of breath because the pain is nothing compared to what he's had her do to her ankle. ] Tripped on the wet rocks or boar surprised us?
[There was a chance a maester might see through such a trick, but it had to be weathered in stride. If that came about, she would think of another means to protect her reputation. Daemon had at least not hesitated to help her, managing a part that she might have waivered in, had it been left completely to her. When he twisted and bruised her ankle, she hadn't bitten him, instead tearing at her lip. Worrying the skin herself and digging her teeth into it would lower the fullness of her lips. Her flush might well go down, both sources of pain turning her pale.
Her ankle was quick to swell and her flesh started to turn into a more appropriate color for such an accident. Any defect in her appearance would be ignored in the face of an injury. The grime and scrapes on her hands, the dampness of her dress and the sweat could be better explained. It merely meant that she had to sacrifice the rest of the hunt and remain surrounded by the ladies of court. A momentary annoyance, but there was a price for stepping too far from her morality.
It was agony to move, but all the better. She would not have been able to fake such a thing.]
The rocks are slippery. [She glanced around them, at least his own state was better explained as well.] We were forced to wait a moment for my ankle to heal, but as you see, it was badly twisted.
[ There was a chance the Maester might question it, but at the same time, the second round of bruising left it looking quite believable. Especially here where it's wet, slippery, and there are some vines around the area and in the water. There's also the fact that Viserys wouldn't question or look to close himself, more concerned for his wife's safety and the assurance that she'd be okay given rest and elevation of the ankle.
Truthfully, while the bruising and swelling look bad, the pain itself should fade in a day or so, he had tried to be gentle even in twisting it. It's his grip on her skin and the muscles that left it looking so bad.
Reaching, he runs a gentle thumb across her lower lip where she's worried and bit it so it's such a sight. ] Glutton for pain, my Queen, even when offered a reprieve of it in little ways. [ It's not chastising or surprised, but there's a softness to the words that says he was trying to save her some pain. To offer a shoulder, literally, to help with what she would have to go through.
Kneeling as he is, the knees and lower portions of his pants are now grime covered, and he shifts to settle the stocking and shoe in her lap before lifting her into his arms. ] Are you ready to go back? Or do you need a minute more to take a breath? [ She feels slight and little, even with the gown she wore, in his arms, legs up and over his arm to keep her foot elevated as he could while carrying her. ]
And no, we're not going to have you limp back to the entourage. There's nothing you can threaten to have me set you down verses carrying you back injured.
[She didn't push his hand away as he ran his thumb over her lip, but lowered her gaze instead. They had been bent over each other, but she was still hesitant to look at him with such a gentle gesture. Was she a glutton for pain? She had never once protested wherever her father sent her. She lower her guard against Rhaenyra when it should have been clear things could not return to normal. Now she was being pinned against rocks and being taken roughly out of a...what? Passing moment of madness? It may well be she was a glutton. It was difficult to truly argue with that.
He's quicker than she is and gathers her up in his arms before she can push him away. He was right, she was intending to limp back, if only to make her ankle swell all the more. Viserys wouldn't protest this action as much as others might, but it still felt unseemly, given all that had happened. Without control, she could only be lifted up with a sputter of protest. Little else would stop this.
Perhaps truthfully, she didn't want to walk back so far with a bloodied ankle.]
[ There's a gentle kiss to her temple and he can't help but smile at him winning this at least. Though he'd noticed that lowering of her eyes, the way she sent from wonton and commanding him to claim her, to now barely able to look at him. He hadn't meant it as an introspective way, but more, that she liked pain with her pleasure.
Though he might have hit a little of a nail on the head with her some too. Unintentionally. But no, he's not letting her walk back on an injured ankle. First and foremost, even if he hadn't been the one to give it to her, he'd have insisted on carrying her. He's not one to let a woman suffer in pain. ]
No choice at all. But you can ride back with Helaena and I'll guide your horse back with me. You won't be bale to ride with the ankle like this either.
[It was far from his words that left her unable to meet his gaze. Instead, it was the hint of shame and uncertainty. A gentle touch was a bit difficult to process after all they had done, where there had been no real gentleness there. It made the moment more tangible and real. She couldn't simply ignore it when it was brought back to her in that moment.
It wasn't the foot that would honestly keep her from riding, but it made a convenient excuse. She couldn't explain being sore or bruised otherwise. A cushion, her feet up and maybe some wine to clear her mind. It seemed far better than a saddle so soon after. It mean, however, Ser Criston would be left with Daemon for company, which was unwise for multiple reasons. He was about to see her carried by Daemon, there would likely be affronted feelings.]
I know. [Aegon would likely want to ride with Daemon, but the idea was not a good one. Without her there, both Ser Criston and Daemon already assertive men, she didn't want the further presence of her son to make matters into a rivalry.] Aegon should stay with me as well.
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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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Date: 2022-11-12 03:14 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2022-11-12 03:45 pm (UTC)Having her body come alive under him, around him, was far better than he'd even imagined. Part of him wants to slow them down, to live in this moment more fully and for longer, but he also knows that they don't have the time. Stolen time with a knight that may well come looking for her if they dally too terribly long. They're already pushing it. But there's other things too that he wants to find ways to explore later.
Darker things, better things. To learn her body better, mapping it with hands and teeth. Finding what makes her shudder at just the thought, let alone the touch of it. Learning how much pain will make her wet, make her want to command him to claim her again. How much pain will heighten her pleasure, because he's noticed that she's enjoying it hard, enjoying that mark to her breast that will linger every time she wears a dress for the next few days, something that if he's also right, his brother may never see even if she's summoned.
His hips push faster, harder at her urge for quicker, but his teeth are dangerously close to leaving marks on her pale throat as she tilts her neck to the side and gives him such a beautiful canvas to paint. Fingers pull and tug at her nipple, working it harder to give her a little bit of pain as his fingers on her clit work harder to get her closer to her second orgasm. ] Quickly, as you command. Let me feel my Queen tighten around me, pleasure taking her once again. Let her body break on me, feel me following her pleasure to fill her. So she might dream of this for days to come until she needs me again. Until she might once again wish and need her dragon.
[ Again. He's far from sated of her, far from done with her. It's not a passing fancy, a game to claim what his brother has. No, he's far more tightly wound and bound to her with this giving in, with sharing this heat together, with knowing he can give her this. ] Come for me, Alicent. [ The words are dark, heated, but soft and only for her even with the roar of the water around them. Commanding her to let her body swell and break for him, under his touch and command. ]
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Date: 2022-11-12 04:11 pm (UTC)With her face turned more to the rocks, he'd better hear her cries of pleasure. They echoed back at them amplifying her sounds for them alone. Everything else was lost to the falls. She gripped the stones as she had the balcony railing, her knuckles turning white. He was so fast, so deep and so demanding. She wanted to be fully pressed against them, to be so thoroughly debauched that she would need to clean the grime and dirt from hidden places on her body. The risk was too great. She could not even fully remove her gown as she wanted. Instead, they had to settle for raised skirts and a lowered bodice. Enough that she could cover the evidence of this, but barrier enough to both of their desires.
He whispered dark things to her, words that weren't normally spoke (as words were never spoken at all) during her nights with his brother. Her eyes rolled back into her head, giving herself over to the torrent of words, the promises of further debauchery and fed on it. It filled her as easily as he did and the thoughts teased at her as effectively as his fingers. She wasn't bound to last long, not on the heels of earlier attention.
His request isn't enough. She needs one more tug at her nipple, one more scrape of his teeth against her neck and one deep thrust. Then, at once, she shatters. She covered her mouth, burying her scream beneath both the sound of water storming around them and her palm. She could taste a bit of the stone against her skin, smell the wet rocks there as well. It would be hard to disassociate all of that from this.
He was still moving and she still accepted him. Had they more time, she would easily last longer and seek more than this one climax, but time is against them. She does her best to move as it seemed she should, grinding into the hand that teased her. She tightened more around him, remembering at least this way to help finish a man.]
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Date: 2022-11-12 04:33 pm (UTC)Because truly, he wants her bare soon enough, to be able to take in every inch of her, to worship it and show her just what he thought of her beauty. Even as he left scrapes of nails or nips of teeth in his wake of exploring her. He had a feeling she'd arch and wiggle beneath him beautifully.
Right now though, his attention narrowed in on giving her what she needed to shatter, feeling her body tighten around him as she came for him. What he wouldn't give for her to not have to worry about muffling her cries of pleasure, to hear them in full. For now, he's committing to memory what he's getting. As for doing her best to see him his pleasure, she doesn't need long. Her climax pulled him closer and when she tightens once more around him, the cry of his own pleasure, more an almost growl, is given to the skin of her throat, just beneath her ear so she'll feel that sound through her skin but also and hear it.
His hands catch her hips, pressing her ass back against him as he presses her into those stones, filling her as he pants and stills inside her. Teeth and kisses pepper her skin with a low sound as he tries to come down a little, lingering in this moment for a moment at least. ] Next time... I'll see you come at least one more time before we're through. Maybe take the whole night to ensure your pleasure.
[ Next time. Because they're definitely not done. This hasn't washed her from his system. One hand eases up her belly, pressing a little as he rolls his hips, knowing it should make her wiggle, maybe even whine for him before his hand continues up to rest over her heart. ] Your dragon, ever ready to please his Queen well.
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Date: 2022-11-12 04:58 pm (UTC)She knows later she'll worry, later there will be shame and fear. For a moment, she wasn't herself. It was perhaps why she taunted him:] No, never again. [It was said even as she wriggled, tightening around him again. She was testing the waters of her abilities, wondering if this was how others ladies were or if she acted the whore. For a moment, she was someone else and liked the steps of this new dance.
There was a moan from where she moved just right, sending another bolt of pleasure through her. She should fix her appearance and hurry away, but it was so delicious to move and freely tease his cock still inside her. Protesting what she was actually working towards. She was sore, but it left her only more aroused. Otherwise, she would not dare to needle him so enthusiastically.]
You must find another to satisfy your lusts. I won't be privy to them. [She tightened again, daring him to try and forget this. Another lady might do it better, have him more expertly, but Alicent was at least learning a little seduction. She didn't flatter herself or was so naive to think he loved her. It was the sport of lust and want. Such things faded. She had been at court long enough to see that first hand. There was the brief fury of passion, but such flames always died in the end.
She had no reason to think that Daemon would be different, even as he swore another meeting. It would happen, she knew that. It was inevitable after giving in once, but it was not like to last the whole of the progress.
After, he'd have another woman and Alicent could return to her husband and duty and put all of this from her mind.
Another rock, another squeeze, attempting to milk what want was left. Oh but it felt so good that time didn't seem relevant.]
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Date: 2022-11-12 05:13 pm (UTC)It's a delicate balance, taking what they both want, giving her the sharper but still leaving her skin at least presentable when they return. What's potentially miraculous is that despite having found his peak and spilling inside her, he's still hard so it's easy at her words to slide out just a little before thrusting back into her, hard and pointed as he growls against her ear. ] Oh, we will do this again. When the dark night grows long enough that your hand finds its way between your thighs. His hand slips from her skirts to catch her hand and draw it back down, under her skirts, fingers guiding hers so she can touch herself, tease her clit, feel the hard length of him where it enters her. ] But even as you work yourself, rock on your hand as you play this moment over and over again, it won't be enough. You'll need me, hard and deep inside you, fanning the fires that burn inside you.
[ That thrust leads to more, slow but hard, rocking himself into her as he helps her own fingers continue to work her clit, trapping her that she's a partner in her own pleasure as his teeth play along her throat, it will at least be red when they return, but nothing a few hours won't fade. Needle him all she wants, it won't push him away but only spur him to prove her wrong, that she wants him, needs him to continue helping her feel this way.
And the comment about finding another has him give a low sound, hand pulling at her nipple a little as he gives a low, chuckled sound. ] Is that what you really want? Me to find someone and give them this? Would you truly be happy to know I'm buried in someone else, stretching and fucking them, that I am not souly yours? [ He's curious, will his words spur jealousy in Alicent despite duty saying she shouldn't want him? Especially with how he rocks with her, making no move to let her up from the rocks, no move to slip from her and let her get more presentable to go back.
No, she's getting exactly what she wants but doesn't dare want. He's offering her another rut, another round, more pleasure and more to remember later when she's alone in her room with only the memories of how good it felt to have him deep inside her. ]
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Date: 2022-11-12 05:31 pm (UTC)She knew well to touch herself, having done it enough before she was wed or thought of wedding. Having his hand over hers, showing her more and guiding her pleasure, it made everything sweeter and more sensual. She was arching into him, bending at the waist so he could drive completely into her. Their earlier position not allowing much, but this granting him more access to her inner depths. It wasn't sharp cries but languid moans that escaped her, encouraging him in noise if not in words to keep going. She wasn't done yet, she hadn't had her fill yet. She was queen and she would take as much time as she wanted.
One of her stockings loosened in the moment, slipping down over her knee and calf. There was so much she'd need to straighten and tighten, clothes that weren't meant for something like this. A hurried rut before returning back. Perhaps it was those barriers she preferred overcoming. If any asked, at least this position would give cover and allow her to claim she tripped. Her hands were caked enough with grime that it would be believe. Meanwhile, she could keep the memory of him driving into her slowly to herself.
He wanted her jealous but other women didn't yet concern her. It would be a mixed blessing, one littered with bitterness and disappointment, but a measure of relief. She was safe and duty would overcome this momentary lapse in judgement. So there is no hesitation for her to hiss:] Yes. [Whether that was for the idea or for what he was currently doing, how he was teasing and punishing her.] I would rather you find some minor noble's daughter and have her instead. I will be left in peace.
[Ridiculous words given that she was pushing back against him, gasping and grunting along with him. She would never use the word "fucked", but she recognized that was what was happening. This hypothetical girl didn't exist. It was Alicent receiving his cock, Alicent being pushed further and further, even as they took their time. A sharp groan escaped her as she near begged for more.]
I will no more be ruined by you as you will be ruined by me.
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Date: 2022-11-12 06:26 pm (UTC)He also knows a few things about helping straighten a woman up after, so he can help her tidy up as best they're able. Though they will likely need some reason she looks as grimy and dirty as she does, as they both will because he's not exactly clean himself as he moves with her. The way she bends at the waist, giving herself to his new, slow thrusting earns a pleased sound as his hand both continues to work her breast and now offers a little support as she leans like that, his hips pushing faster slowly, with more care this time.
He can't help himself though, hand leaving her breast to tease up and wrap carefully around her throat. There's barely any pressure, but at the same time it's a dangerous position for his hand, so easily squeezing to restrict her air, even just a little, though he's curious if she'll enjoy that too. ] What ever should we do to punish the lies that leave your lips?
[ With her bent, he does sink deeper into her and he loves feeling so much more of her as he rocks harder into her. Hard but still slow, letting her ass slap against him as they move where her dress is pulled up and skin has contact against him. His hand tightens just a little at her throat, it's careful, light even in its pressure to give a little bit of control, a little bit of warning. ] You will crave me, even if I never were to touch you again, fill you so well in the future you will never be left in peace. Replaying this forever would be torment without the ability of a repeat of it. I'm so deep inside you, I'm never leaving.
[ He can't keep the slow, hard pace though. His own words helping the images in his head, pressing him faster inside her. Though he does occasionally make sure to use harder thrusts to jolt her, help reach so deep inside her she'll never scrub him out, settled and nested in her head and memory, feeling the ache of him for days to come. ] You will crave to feel me again, just as I will crave to be inside you again.
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Date: 2022-11-12 06:55 pm (UTC)This position was lewd and wanton, but felt so good. She would never say so, but she liked being fucked this way. Words may not show it, but her body did, from how hard and sensitive her nipples were, to how wet she was between her legs. She could feel where he entered her with the hand he guided to her sex. He would feel the tips of her fingers near his cock as she worked herself under his guidance. She was still so tender and very needy.
His hand around her throat is sudden, but there is no fear. The pressure feels like another taunt. It's almost an encouragement to continue teasing him, to see what he'd do, if she could push him as much as he's pushing her. She can feel the strength of his hand and leans her neck more against. Her voice was ragged, sharp and hard to hear, but there was a dare to her words and almost a reckless glee to her voice. Punish her, yes, she wanted to see him try.]
I will forget this as soon as it's over. [Sheβs panting each word, breaking off to cry out at each thrust, not holding back or showing any decorum.] I will see you're banished from court and sent to the Eyrie. You are too bold with your queen.
[As soon as his hand tightens, her hand slides harshly against the rocks, her cry of pleasure breaking under the pressure at her windpipe. She slams back against him, almost forgetting the game as she screamed:] Yes, there! Don't stop, don't come yet. Please, please keep going. More! [She didn't want to stop, didn't want time to stop them. She wanted this, wanted to be taken again and again until she was too sore to move or ride her horse. What time matter anymore? She was so tempted to send the entire entourage away, if only she could be well and truly fucked.
There was a streak of blood where the stone had scraped her hand. Good, it added to her lie. He was so relentless and her body wanted release so badly, but she obstinatly refused, drawing this out longer and longer. She wasn't done yet, not with this and not now.]
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Date: 2022-11-12 09:06 pm (UTC)Not even so she can cry foul for the potential bruising at her hip, against her thighs, the light redness at her throat, the bite to her breast. But because it pushes her higher and he's happy to give it to her, a groan every time her fingertips brush his cock as he fucks in and out of her. There's something delicious in knowing she's working herself too, even with protesting, threatening, her fingers work with his to push her pleasure higher, faster, harder. All things that that only showed exactly what she wanted, craved. And from him. ]
I am everything my Queen needs. [ The words are growled as his hips push faster, his fingers quicken their work on her clit, there may even be the smallest slip of his blunt nails against the very sensitive nub, adding more pain to her pleasure as his hand tightens just a little more. Nothing that would stop her air or her cries as she begs him to give her more, but enough she might have the faintest mark of a hand at her throat if he's not releasing it soon. ] She needs to be filled properly, to be given pleasure in abundance, to know she's desired above all and everyone. She needs a dragon to mark her, inside and out, to give her sharp claws and teeth to make her come. Doesn't she! [ It's not a question, more a statement as he slams himself into her, fucking her harder as blunt nails at her throat also prick her skin a little.
Fuck, he could spend all day here, fucking her every which way. Enjoying her body, learning everything that caused her to cry out, scream for him. And then stripping her bare and drawing her into the water, only to fuck her in the water again, wet and sippery and even more rocks and scrapes to mark her back and the pleasure he'd give her. Never stopping until they were both too exhausted to move, to even make it back to the festivities. ] Only your dragon can give this to you, only your dragon knows how rough you really love it, doesn't he. Scream for him, my Queen. Let the water hide how good it feels to be his, to be filled, to be made to come again and again.
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Date: 2022-11-12 10:09 pm (UTC)It was surreal, a feeling she hadn't expected, especially on the heels of two before. It left her quiet as she waited for sound to return, for the high of it all to disappear. It was lasting longer this time. Her body sore, bruised and cut. The waterfall at least covered her smell, even if she was fussed over later, no one would recognize what happened. Everything could continue without worry and none would even dream that she might have betrayed her own morals.
There were things she could say to help him along, but her voice still felt rough in her throat, pressed on both sides by Daemon. Instead, he might hear her small moans as her body settled back into itself, as awareness slowly filtered back from the high of it all, though she was still tight and clenched around him.]
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Date: 2022-11-12 10:21 pm (UTC)He bends over her a little, his hand leaving her clit and skirts to find his own secure purchase against the rocks so his mouth can find the shoulder still bare to him. Teeth nip sharply at her skin before he gives a dark sound. The banter, the pace, and how she's still tight around him, gripping him, milking him like her body knows he's so close, does him in and instead of letting out a low growled groan, he can't help mark her shoulder in his pleasure. She's going to have to be careful with what she wears for a few days, but he doesn't care too much as he fills her for the second time this afternoon.
It's only after he's done, finally starting to go soft inside her, panted breaths against wet skin from sweat and the water, that he nuzzles her skin gently and starts to stand back up. The hand at her throat is gentle as he eases her to stand back up, though he still hasn't slipped from her body. No, he's staying inside her for a moment, lingering in this feeling, this connection they're sharing. And well, it keeps that seed locked deep inside her a little while longer. ] I do hope my Queen is well sated for this afternoon. Or does she need more still? I'm sure her dragon can acquest if she gives him a moment to catch his breath. [ His words are purred with a laziness that befits what they've just done. If they were in the keep, near a bed, he'd love nothing more than to roll them into it to rest for a moment. Here, there's no where to rest. And they do eventually need to get back.
At some point. ]
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Date: 2022-11-12 10:48 pm (UTC)He was lazy and basking, but she knew how much time she had stolen. Even if all others didn't think the worst, Ser Criston would worry and ignore her command to stay behind. He might even suspect something, which she couldn't bear. She had no wish to disappoint him, as she knew she would. Nor could her children remain so long in the heat. Gods, she should have considered them before this reckless pursuit.
She slipped him from her, glancing quickly at her palms before brushing at her hair. The spray made her hair damp, simply enough to catch any stray hairs that might have fallen from her snood. They needed to hurry but she couldn't risk one facet of her appearance to be out of sorts. The sharpest eye might see it and gossip would follow. She would rather die than humiliate her father and family.]
Tie up my dress. [She hadn't answered his soft words, but hadn't returned to full distance either. The mask was still off, the shield still to the side. Instead, he could better see how fast her mind worked as she sorted out a potential political calamity. She glanced around the ground, first picking up the ribbon that had held her stocking in place before finding a small collection of stones on the ground. As her stocking was already loose, she removed it and dragged the top of her bare foot over the stones, cutting them in ragged lines. She bit her lower lip, wincing a little at the pain.
She pulled off her shoe and sat on the ground, looking up at him. She trusted him with this part of the deception, not believing she could manage it completely.]
My ankle needs to be bruised and swollen. [She watched him, curious if he'd be disgusted by how far she'd go to cover their actions.] I need you to help me.
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Date: 2022-11-12 11:27 pm (UTC)There's no hesitance at the command that follows, to tie her up. His hands settle at her front for a moment, and at first it might seem like he's going to tease or play with her breasts, but instead while he does touch, he settles them properly back into her gown before carefully pulling her dress back into place so he can tie her up. Attention to detail, fixing her so it won't look like the top of her dress was ever loosened. There is the softest kiss to the bitten shoulder before it's hidden underneath the shoulder of her dress and it is then tied with almost the same precision of a maid tying up her mistress.
He watches her cut her foot on the stones, seeing where her mind had taken what they would use as an excuse to cover their actions and why it had taken so long to return. He moves to kneel at her feet, hand catching her foot though after a moment he shifts slightly so his shoulder is near her head. Shifting his shirt a little, he offers her flesh. ] Bite. It will not be pleasant.
[ He doesn't wait too long for her to follow instructions either, expecting her to follow directions to muffle any sounds of pain she might give. His hands grip her ankle, hands squeezing her carefully but in a strong grip. It's a quick motion of his hands that twists it. Though after a moment he'll shift his hands a little not to twist again but in a bruising enough grip to mark the mark of hands and make it more look like she caught on a root or a vine and it wrapped around her and twisted it. Once done, he'll rest it very carefully over his knee to elevate it, any bite she may have done to his shoulder taken with a low intake of breath because the pain is nothing compared to what he's had her do to her ankle. ] Tripped on the wet rocks or boar surprised us?
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Date: 2022-11-12 11:44 pm (UTC)Her ankle was quick to swell and her flesh started to turn into a more appropriate color for such an accident. Any defect in her appearance would be ignored in the face of an injury. The grime and scrapes on her hands, the dampness of her dress and the sweat could be better explained. It merely meant that she had to sacrifice the rest of the hunt and remain surrounded by the ladies of court. A momentary annoyance, but there was a price for stepping too far from her morality.
It was agony to move, but all the better. She would not have been able to fake such a thing.]
The rocks are slippery. [She glanced around them, at least his own state was better explained as well.] We were forced to wait a moment for my ankle to heal, but as you see, it was badly twisted.
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Date: 2022-11-13 12:01 am (UTC)Truthfully, while the bruising and swelling look bad, the pain itself should fade in a day or so, he had tried to be gentle even in twisting it. It's his grip on her skin and the muscles that left it looking so bad.
Reaching, he runs a gentle thumb across her lower lip where she's worried and bit it so it's such a sight. ] Glutton for pain, my Queen, even when offered a reprieve of it in little ways. [ It's not chastising or surprised, but there's a softness to the words that says he was trying to save her some pain. To offer a shoulder, literally, to help with what she would have to go through.
Kneeling as he is, the knees and lower portions of his pants are now grime covered, and he shifts to settle the stocking and shoe in her lap before lifting her into his arms. ] Are you ready to go back? Or do you need a minute more to take a breath? [ She feels slight and little, even with the gown she wore, in his arms, legs up and over his arm to keep her foot elevated as he could while carrying her. ]
And no, we're not going to have you limp back to the entourage. There's nothing you can threaten to have me set you down verses carrying you back injured.
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Date: 2022-11-13 12:10 am (UTC)He's quicker than she is and gathers her up in his arms before she can push him away. He was right, she was intending to limp back, if only to make her ankle swell all the more. Viserys wouldn't protest this action as much as others might, but it still felt unseemly, given all that had happened. Without control, she could only be lifted up with a sputter of protest. Little else would stop this.
Perhaps truthfully, she didn't want to walk back so far with a bloodied ankle.]
It seems you give me little choice.
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Date: 2022-11-13 01:12 am (UTC)Though he might have hit a little of a nail on the head with her some too. Unintentionally. But no, he's not letting her walk back on an injured ankle. First and foremost, even if he hadn't been the one to give it to her, he'd have insisted on carrying her. He's not one to let a woman suffer in pain. ]
No choice at all. But you can ride back with Helaena and I'll guide your horse back with me. You won't be bale to ride with the ankle like this either.
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Date: 2022-11-13 01:40 am (UTC)It wasn't the foot that would honestly keep her from riding, but it made a convenient excuse. She couldn't explain being sore or bruised otherwise. A cushion, her feet up and maybe some wine to clear her mind. It seemed far better than a saddle so soon after. It mean, however, Ser Criston would be left with Daemon for company, which was unwise for multiple reasons. He was about to see her carried by Daemon, there would likely be affronted feelings.]
I know. [Aegon would likely want to ride with Daemon, but the idea was not a good one. Without her there, both Ser Criston and Daemon already assertive men, she didn't want the further presence of her son to make matters into a rivalry.] Aegon should stay with me as well.
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