[ he’s good to her, she realises, lightning-bolt clarity through the haze. for all she judged him as greedy and intractable at the start, he hangs on her every word — observes her every need. not going far for the sound of her whining, at the loss of him. desolation seizes her, even so, empty despite being pumped full, flushed from top to toe. it’s obscene, the slick dripping from her pussy to the floor, smeared along her thighs and stomach. the idea that he can see her ruin so clearly makes her quiver, stomach taut under his palm, cunt clenching to try and keep all he’s given her inside. (yet he never tears his gaze away, no hint of disgust in his disarmingly soft features, the round button of his nose, heavy-lidded eyes slit to focus on her. a boyishly handsome creature.)
her hands feel useless, so far from him, but she brings delicate fingers to her ravaged neck, pressing down on the mark until her lashes stutter. the other finds her breasts, circling a peaked nipple and pinching it harshly, air hissing past her teeth. instincts she feels helpless to indulge, because her body isn’t done with her yet. ]
No — [ immediate, expression pained at the thought of him only teasing her like this, the tip of him spreading her and then leaving her wanting over and over. demanding, ] Inside.
[ the better option, made the best by his final offer, every nerve singing at the thought of it. she couldn’t have asked for it herself, and now it’s all she can think of. vulgar as the words are, alicent hears the truth of it: she’ll be taken care of, for once, the very thing he promised her when she tended his wounds. she didn’t believe him then. now — she nods fervently, ]
Until then. [ a parting squeeze at her breast before she finds his hand on her stomach, covering it with her own, possessive at the thought of him finishing with her and finding another before he’s done. ] Even after. Until you can’t give me anymore. [ gripping him tightly, gaze unwavering. ] You deserve to.
[ an echo of what he told her (manipulative, perhaps, because she’ll do anything to keep him for herself alone). ]
cw ref to consensual somno 😮💨
her hands feel useless, so far from him, but she brings delicate fingers to her ravaged neck, pressing down on the mark until her lashes stutter. the other finds her breasts, circling a peaked nipple and pinching it harshly, air hissing past her teeth. instincts she feels helpless to indulge, because her body isn’t done with her yet. ]
No — [ immediate, expression pained at the thought of him only teasing her like this, the tip of him spreading her and then leaving her wanting over and over. demanding, ] Inside.
[ the better option, made the best by his final offer, every nerve singing at the thought of it. she couldn’t have asked for it herself, and now it’s all she can think of. vulgar as the words are, alicent hears the truth of it: she’ll be taken care of, for once, the very thing he promised her when she tended his wounds. she didn’t believe him then. now — she nods fervently, ]
Until then. [ a parting squeeze at her breast before she finds his hand on her stomach, covering it with her own, possessive at the thought of him finishing with her and finding another before he’s done. ] Even after. Until you can’t give me anymore. [ gripping him tightly, gaze unwavering. ] You deserve to.
[ an echo of what he told her (manipulative, perhaps, because she’ll do anything to keep him for herself alone). ]