[ as poorly as alicent has been treated — by father, husband, lovers, sons — none have gifted her the kind of violence or power that saber offers now, instead begging her not to peel flesh from bone, shielding her like a fawn on wobbling legs, even after she ruled for a decade. when she later insists this affair was the work of the manor alone, a fluke, she’ll know that it’s a lie, for how long she’s needed this and never once been given it.
it’s more gratifying than any victory, that brilliant pain in her neck, tender and aching (for him, because of him). the woman who stood before the dragon’s maw, willing it to swallow her whole — sated, at last. it pulls an animal howl from her chest, cunt spasming around him. an orgasm too quick to be savoured. heaving breaths stutter into whimpers as he licks her blood from his bite. undeterred by the throbbing pain, she only presses closer, nosing into his damp curls. heartbeat calmed by the scent of him surrounding her, a dip into cool waters.
her nails bite into his nape, while his fingers play at the edges of her entrance, inflamed and glistening. it’s what she wanted, exactly where she guided him, and far too much, thighs trembling, squeezing like she’d close her legs if not for the whole of him between them. she’s grateful for it, in the end, echoing his groan when he fucks another load inside her. it’s ecstasy, for as long as his cock pulses. she doesn’t realise she’s saying his name all the while, in between soft ahs.
finally, in the aftershocks, she manages a punched-out, ]
So full. [ a goblet running over. head thrown back, unable to hold it up any longer. how is he still so big? plugging her up so none of him goes to waste. her lashes flutter, wet and ink-dark. ] Oh, gods. [ a shuddery inhale. ] I’ve never — I don’t know how much more — [ she can take, despite the inviting cant of her hips. her mind’s catching up to the situation before her body, still eager to be bred. ] I need it, but I can’t —
[ take the maddening pounding any longer, fit any more cum inside her when it already leaks down her thighs, climax again with his fingers barely brushing her clit — except she feels herself tightening up, breathing quickening, kiss-red lips permanently parted and begging to be taken by his mouth, his fingers. ]
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it’s more gratifying than any victory, that brilliant pain in her neck, tender and aching (for him, because of him). the woman who stood before the dragon’s maw, willing it to swallow her whole — sated, at last. it pulls an animal howl from her chest, cunt spasming around him. an orgasm too quick to be savoured. heaving breaths stutter into whimpers as he licks her blood from his bite. undeterred by the throbbing pain, she only presses closer, nosing into his damp curls. heartbeat calmed by the scent of him surrounding her, a dip into cool waters.
her nails bite into his nape, while his fingers play at the edges of her entrance, inflamed and glistening. it’s what she wanted, exactly where she guided him, and far too much, thighs trembling, squeezing like she’d close her legs if not for the whole of him between them. she’s grateful for it, in the end, echoing his groan when he fucks another load inside her. it’s ecstasy, for as long as his cock pulses. she doesn’t realise she’s saying his name all the while, in between soft ahs.
finally, in the aftershocks, she manages a punched-out, ]
So full. [ a goblet running over. head thrown back, unable to hold it up any longer. how is he still so big? plugging her up so none of him goes to waste. her lashes flutter, wet and ink-dark. ] Oh, gods. [ a shuddery inhale. ] I’ve never — I don’t know how much more — [ she can take, despite the inviting cant of her hips. her mind’s catching up to the situation before her body, still eager to be bred. ] I need it, but I can’t —
[ take the maddening pounding any longer, fit any more cum inside her when it already leaks down her thighs, climax again with his fingers barely brushing her clit — except she feels herself tightening up, breathing quickening, kiss-red lips permanently parted and begging to be taken by his mouth, his fingers. ]