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A dragon's ambition
Jacaerys Velaryon x older stepsister - one shot
Summary: Growing up under her father's influence in the Red Keep, Alysanne becomes determined to claim the Iron Throne. Feeling the sting of being overlooked and fuelled by ambition, Alyssane hatches a plan that involves the seduction of the heir to throne, her stepbrother Jacaerys, who also happens to be her half-sister's betrothed.
Warnings: incest (stepsiblings that are cousins), sexual content, p in v, tiddy succin, breeding kink, some fluff, third person narrative, oc is manipulative.
Word count: 3.8 k
Alysanne Targaryen was the oldest daughter of Daemon Targaryen. Conceived in the only night Lady Rhea Royce and Daemon spent together, Alysanne wasn’t a desired child, as her mother secretly tried to end the pregnancy.
However, Alysanne was tough and stubborn since the womb and came into the world crying so loud, the whole Vale could hear her.
Daemon welcomed his daughter to live with him in the Red Keep upon her third name day, raising her in his own ways, educating her to be cunning and fearless.
Alysanne had grown up to be her father’s female version, a thing that scared Daemon. Her sharp mind aligned with her ethereal looks, made a dangerous combination that didn’t let any men escape. With her sweet eyes and big eyelashes, not even the guards were able to refuse a single request she made, crumbling immediately to her pleads.
Alysanne liked her sisters, Baela and Rhaena, but didn’t love them. They were nice and fun to be around, but she couldn’t stop wandering if perhaps her life would be better, if they weren’t around.
She also liked to believe she was her father’s favourite daughter, even if she wasn’t sure. It was only fair right? Baela and Rhaena had their own mother to favour them, while Alysanne only had Daemon. Her mother had a brief presence in her life, dying in a tragic accident with her horse three moons before Alysanne moved to Kings Landing.
Alysanne’s life was pleasant enough, but then, Lady Laena Velaryon died and Baela and Rhaena were also left with only one parent.
They just seemed to want everything Alysanne had.
First, they played dress up with her gowns, then they ate all her honey cakes at breakfast and then finally got her father’s attention to themselves, as Daemon focused more on the twins, supporting then through their grief.
Then, Rhaenyra came and married her father.
Alysanne liked Rhaenyra though. She let the girl use her earrings and necklaces, and even gift her some dresses from her younger years. But what Alysanne liked the most about her new stepmother was the fact that she was set to be next Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, making Alysanne feel like she could just touch the Iron Throne
As a result of being raised in the Red Keep until moving to Pentos, Alysanne quickly learned the power of that seat.
Even if she didn’t understand how Viserys got there, as an ant and him had the same skills to be king, every time he passed by her in the halls, she could not divert her eyes from the shining crown on top of his balding head. Suddenly her dreams were filled with images of her sitting in the Iron Trone, wearing long bright dresses and matching jewels.
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Alysanne and her family had just come back from the capital, landing victoriously in Dragonstone after securing Lucerys’ inheritance of Driftmark.
However, Alysanne couldn’t be madder. It had been announced to everyone the official betrothal of Lucerys and Rhaena, and Jacaerys and Baela.
How could her father and stepmother do this to her? She was the first Daemon’s daughter to become of age to wed, and they had just putted her aside, betrothing her younger sister to the future king of the Seven Kingdoms.
Jacaerys and Alysanne weren’t very close, as the two-year age gap between them didn’t align their interests with each other. It was a small difference of age, but Jace was a typically childish boy, which contrasted with the more mature personally of the girl.
Of all her siblings, she preferred the younger ones, Joffrey and little Aegon and Viserys.
Their small age made it easier to shape their small minds into Alysanne’s likings. The girl quickly became their favourite sister as she would be the one that spent more time with them, playing, reading, and teaching them everything that she valued. Joffrey became so attached to the girl’s presence in his daily activities, that sometimes he would cry in his bed for her, and as a good sister, Alysanne would leave her chambers and put the boy to sleep with kisses on the forehead and loving lullabies.
-
Daemon had called Alysanne into his office, noticing the annoyed expression that hadn’t left his daughter’s face the whole trip to Dragonstone.
“What’s wrong with you? You are acting different since last night.” Daemon asked looking directly into Alysanne’s eyes.
Alysanne wondered if she should tell her father what she was thinking exactly. Daemon liked honesty but she wasn’t sure if honesty was the right path to follow in this conversation.
“Why are Baela and Rhaena getting married before me?” Not exactly the centre of the matter that was bothering her, but it was close.
Daemon laughed, not believing his daughter’s bad mood was caused by her sisters betrothals.
“Do you want a wedding for yourself, daughter? I didn’t know you were so eager to be attached to a man and to be popping out heirs.” Alysanne only rolled her eyes, not having the patience to her father’s typical comments. “I don’t understand your little tantrum Alysanne, if anything you should be thankful you don’t have to marry yet. But if you really are that desperate to get wed, Cregan Stark’s wife just passed away. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind a Targaryen beauty like you being given to him.”
Alysanne immediately laughed in her father’s face, letting the anger that was slowing boiling beneath her skin finally snap.
“No!” She yelled, slamming her hands down on the wodden desk that stood in the middle of the room.
“No?” Daemon repeated, not expecting her outburst.
“How is that fair? Baela gets to be queen, and I get send away to freeze in the North?” Her loud voice echoed through the chambers, as Alysanne couldn’t believe her father’s suggestion.”I’m the oldest girl! I’m your oldest daughter, I should be the one getting my ass cozy in the throne! Not Baela!” She screamed and pointed her indicator finger to her father in an accusing manner.
Daemon was shocked but without hesitation jumped in defence of his other daugther.
“You’re not going to speak about Baela like that again! Do you hear me Alysanne?!” Daemon’s shook her shoulders, letting his temper take the best of him.
Alysanne felt her eyes water and her throat itch, as she tried to contain the sobs she was holding back. Her father had never screamed at her, and not once he had directed his anger towards her like that.
The feeling of injustice settled once again on Alysanne’s chest, hurting like the sobs in her throat.
“You’re going to inherit Runestone, isn’t that great already?” Daemon asked rhetorically and left the room they had entered, slamming the door on his way making Alysanne shudder.
“Why have only Runestone when you can have all the Seven Kingdoms…” She whispered to the empty office as the tears finally fell from her eyes.
Alysanne had one goal: be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. And to accomplish that goal, she traced a plan that involved betraying her half-sister and her father.
It would hurt, because she loved her father very much, but lately Daemon had been so distant from Alysanne and so close to Baela, that she didn’t feel that terrible doing it.
-
Jacaerys was sitting in the beach of Dragonstone playing with little Viserys in the sand. Alysanne got closer and started an innocent conversation.
“Hello Jace.” She smiled gracefully at him.
“Hi Aly.” He returned the jest, turning his attention to young boy next to him as he tried to stand to the sight of Alysanne.
“Hello to you too my love.” Viserys immediately put his little chubby arms in the air, begging for his sister to pick him up, showing his small teeth in a smile.
Alysanne bended over to pick up the babe, making sure she aligned the low neckline of her dress with Jacaerys’ eyesight.
She turned to the older boy, now with the younger one on her right hip, and notice his red cheeks and the bobbing of his throat.
“How are you feeling brother?” Alysanne asked.
“A-, what-… what do you mean?” He was nervous. Like she had caught him doing something bad.
“About the betrothal, Jace. How are you feeling now that you are about the be a married man?”
“I’m content Aly, Baela is a kind and nice girl. It could be a lot worse.“
Alysanne knew he was being honest. Baela and Jacaerys were really good friends, and considering the Westerosi history in arranged marriages, she agreed that he definitely could have gotten worse.
“Do you think she will make a fine Queen?” She questioned him while sitting on the sand next to him, putting Viserys in her lap.
“With Daemon and my mother educating her, I don’t see how she could ever do wrong.”
Alysanne started playing innocently with a curl on the side of Jacaerys' head, twirling it on her fingers. She pretended to not notice the chill on his neck and moved her hand to massage the curls on the top of his hair.
“I agree with you brother, Baela would be a nice Queen. But would she be a nice Queen to you?”
“I don’t understand Aly.” Jacaerys was getting flustered, getting distracted from the conversation as the girl's hands played so smoothly with his hair and her breasts were sitting so prettily in a pink dress.
“A Queen should not only serve the realm, but should also serve her husband, the King. You know that right?” From his expression, it was clear that Jacaerys still wasn’t getting Alysanne’s point. “The marital bed is how Queens serve their Kings, brother. By giving them pleasure.” Alysanne smirked seeing Jacaerys’ blushed cheeks, laughing lightly when he avoided looking at her eyes.
-
It was the middle of the night, and the castle was sleeping peacefully, except for Alysanne, who was just leaving her chambers, wearing nothing but her thin nightgown. Tiptoeing carefully on the stone floors to not alert any guards, she made her way to a room she had been very few times.
Opening and closing the door quietly, she let her eyes wander through the dark chambers, stopping on the big bed and on the dark tuff of hair resting on the pillows. Jacaerys was sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of his sister’s presence in his room.
Alysanne made her way to the bed, seating behind Jacaerys’ back, leaning carefully in his ear.
“Jace…” She whispered while letting her index finger wander through his neck.
The boy started to wake up, opening his eyes slowly trying to adjust to the lack of light.
“Alysanne?” He interrogated turning his body to face her.
“I think I saw a spider in my room. Can I sleep with you tonight Jace?” Alysanne pouted, batting her eyelashes the best she could, but could still see the doubt in Jacaerys’ eyes.
“Aly, I don’t think it’s appropriate. If somebody catches you, we might get in trouble.”
As much as his words were denying her, Alysanne noticed how his eyes went down to her nipples, that had perked due to coldness of the space, and were now very visible through her white nightgown.
“Please Jace.” She pleaded, putting her hands his shoulders. “The spider was very big, and you know how scared I am of bugs.”
“Fine, but you have to leave before the morning comes.”
“Thank you Jace, you the best brother.” Alysanne kissed his cheek, making her breasts collide with his chest, and even in the dark atmosphere of the room, she could very much recognize his blushing look.
Alysanne got under the covers, making herself comfortable on the second pillow of the bed. At first, she gave Jacaerys some distance, but as the minutes passed, she slowly began to move herself close to the boy. She was facing him, observing his closed eyes, and almost laughed at his failed attempt to pretend to sleep.
Alysanne once again, let her fingers wander through his chest, following the patterns of his garment.
“Aly…go to sleep” Jacaerys mumbled with his eyes still closed.
“I’m trying Jacey…”
Alysanne lifted her right foot, making a gentle path up and down in his leg, not going up above the knee.
Jacaerys stopped her foot from continuing to move, holding it tightly with his hand.
“What are you doing Alysanne?” He said as he finally opened his eyes, giving her a serious look.
“I’m just caressing my brother. I like to make you feel good.” She muttered, now rubbing his leg with the foot that wasn’t trapped in his hand.
Jacaerys closed his eyes once again, but this time doing it as mechanism to calm himself. Alysanne moved her eyes down the covers, espying the bulge on the boy’s breeches. She bitted her lip and drawn her face close to his, letting their noses touch slightly.
Alysanne could feel his warm but shaky breath, also smelling the scent of lavender in his hair.
“Jace, let me make you feel good tonight…” Jacaerys whole body got chills, as the girl whispered and started to kiss his neck, making a trail to his jaw.
“Aly-, I- “He hummed, moving his hand from her foot, tightening his grip on her ankle.” I’m betrothed do Baela, and I can’t let yourself be ruined for your future husband.”
“I appreciate your concern for my reputation brother, but I’m not a maiden anymore.”
Alysanne didn’t let Jacaerys make any questions, biting his neck roughly which led to a loud grunt echoing through the room.
“Carefully Jacey, you don’t mommy Rhaenyra to catch us don’t you? Or worse, my father and my sister. Can you imagine?” She said licking the spot behind his ear.
Jacaerys just shook his head and surrendered to whatever Alysanne planned to do with him.
Alysanne switched positions, straddling him with her legs, seating right on top of his erect cock. Jacaerys moaned and the girl took his hands putting them across her hips.
“Do you want to see me bare brother? Do you wish to see and touch my soft skin?”
“Yes, Aly…yes.” His hands tensed around her hips, and Alysanne moved them again, letting them rest against her rear. Jacaerys immediately groaned, hardening his grip, possibly leaving bruises on her skin.
Alysanne rubbed herself against Jacaerys’ bulge, and because her only piece of clothing was a nightgown, the only thing separating them was his breeches, causing both to moan at the contact.
The room was getting hotter, with the heavy breathing and sweat that started to glisten in their bodies warming up the atmosphere.
Jacaerys’ eyes were close, and his head empty of thoughts, the mere feeling of his stepsister’s cunt making him dumb.
Alysanne´s hands moved to the straps of her nightgown, pushing them down just enough to show her tits.
“Jacey, open your eyes my love.” She whispered in his ear and the boy followed her request, coming to immediate disbelief, not expecting Alysanne’s bust to be right in front his face.
“Can I?” He asked nervously, not having the courage to express in full words what he wanted to say exactly.
The girl nodded, and carefully, Jace moved his hands touching Alysanne’s tits like they were a fragile piece of glass. She chuckled teasingly as his index fingers made round movements around her nipples.
“You can go harder you know? I’m not a doll.”
Jacaerys, hearing her words, gripped both of her breasts roughly, and as a moan left his stepsister’s mouth, he got even harder, felling like the fabric of his breeches was about to rip.
Alysanne grabbed his hair, pushing his head close to her chest. “Suck them brother.”
He widened his eyes, taking some seconds to fully process her words, and Alysanne, with her lack of patience, pulled his hair harder with her fingers, moving his head forcefully in the direction her tits.
If Jacaerys got uncomfortable with the sudden lack of delicacy of his stepsister, he didn’t show it, as he immediately opened his mouth and sucked on Alysanne’s left breast like a hungry babe.
“Fuck…You are so good Jace. Can´t believe I only discovered you now.” The Targaryen girl opened her mouth in silent moans, never once stopping her hips from moving against her stepbrother’s lap.
Jacaerys felt like his cock was going to explode. Never once in his life he had been this hard.
He had noticed Alysanne’s looks before, always having to look away when the siblings would go for a swim in the beach of Dragonstone, and her shift would stick to her body, giving him a perfect view of her bottom and chest. He was still in disbelief, but the feeling of guilt or treason had vanished from his head since he felt her bare cunt against him.
Alysanne moved Jace’s head again, withdrawing his mouth from her breast, making a thin thread of spit connect to her nipple. His eyebrows raised in a frown, as he didn’t like that he got stopped, until the girl carefully raised her hips, and slowly started to unlace his breaches.
“Are you ready brother?” She questioned and the boy nodded without hesitation, eager to finally feel her pussy fully around him.
Alysanne was pleasantly surprised upon the sight of her stepbrother’s cock. With only a handful of sexual experiences with one of the knights of the Dragonstone, Jacaerys’ manhood was big in length and width. Alysanne debuted her hand could fully close around it.
Before pushing her hips down again, the girl took her nightgown off, throwing it to some corner of the room.
Her cunt was glistening with wetness, making Jacaerys grunt at the sight.
Alysanne pushed one finger inside of her, whining at the feeling, only to pull it out and slowly press her wet and shiny digit to Jace’s lips.
The boy didn’t expect this action, but quickly let the surprise get away and instead allowed the curiosity to take hold of him. Opening his mouth carefully, he licked the wet substance that was touching his lips, being interrupted as Alysanne shoved her wet finger inside in mouth. Just like he did with her nipple, Jacaerys sucked like his life depended on it, loving the sweet taste of his stepsister in his mouth. It was sweater than any dessert he had ever tasted, and more addicting than any wine in the Seven Kingdoms.
The Targaryen girl chuckled amused with this moment, proceeding to leave delicate kisses on his neck.
Taking her finger of Jacaerys’ mouth, Alysanne connected her gaze with his, as she aligned his cock with her cunt, finally sinking down.
Both moaned loudly at the sensation. Alysanne felt full to a point of pain, and Jacaerys felt a tight and warm embrace in his manhood, that it was close enough to make him come.
“Fuck Jacey.” Alysanne pulled their lips together in a lustful and passionate kiss. It was hungry and desperate, both chasing each other’s tongue, not worrying about syncing the movements.
Alysanne started to move her hips, first at a slow pace, wanting to adjust to her stepbrother large cock, but Jacaerys was already impatient and wanted more. Groaning, he took hold of her hips, and pressed her down more on him. Alysanne felt like she could sob from pleasure, and moved her hips faster, making herself and Jace see stars.
“Aly you feel so good.” He moaned breathy, pressing small kisses on her tits.
The bed moved against the stone wall, making a noise that echoed through the room, but not high enough that could silence their sounds of pleasure.
Alysanne, feeling her leg muscles starting to get tired, slowed down a little, and Jace, sensing that, began to move his own hips upwards, thrusting into Alysanne´s pussy without mercy.
The girl’s eyes watered as his cock touched that spot, forcing her to bite into Jacaerys’ shoulder to prevent the scream that was about to leave her mouth from waking their family up.
They exchange gazes, and Jacaerys thought he was seeing an angle, upon the sight of Alysanne´s face. Her silver long hair was a mess, and her cheeks were flustered and red, but what really mesmerised him were her teary violet eyes and swollen lips. If he was meant to go to one of the seven heavens, he was sure they would never be more beautiful than this view.
Seeing his deep stare, Alysanne smiled softly and pressed a small kiss on Jacaerys’ lips.
“I’m close Aly.” He said making a low sound that rattled in his throat.
“Come inside me Jacey. Please brother.” She begged and the boy was quick to nod in agreement, but Alysanne could still see the hesitation in his eyes. She pushed Jace against the mattress, taking command of the pace again, and with all her strength, she rode Jace like the dragonrider she was.
“Gods...” He whispered, one hand on her back and the other on her ass, squeezing it tightly.
Fire burned in Alysanne’s belly, as her climax was also approaching. She moved her hand down, reaching for her cunt and toyed with her clit, wanting to reach the orgasm together with Jace.
Alysanne pressed her forehead with his, the sweat sticking their hair together, and Jacaerys’ brown eyes widen with adoration.
He felt like this was meant to be, Alysanne’s deep violet eyes looking into his and his hands worshiping every piece of her skin. He wasn´t sure if should be thanking the gods for her existence, as in the moment she was a goddess herself.
“Come on brother, let me give you a sweet babe with dark hair.” As this sentence left Alysanne´s mouth, Jacaerys’ was unable to hold it anymore and with a trembling heart, he lifted his large palm, and slapped the girl’s ass forcefully, immediately leaving a red bruise. Alysanne gasped, and finally, together, both reached their release. Alysanne clung to him, coming with a loud cry, and Jacaerys buried his face on her neck, muffling a deep moan into her skin.
Alysanne felt the warm release of her stepbrother filling her, and smiled, allowing her hips to continue moving, wanting to prolong both of their pleasure.
“Fuck...” Jace’s tired voice spoke as he carefully withdrawn her from his lap.
Alysanne moved to his side, putting her head in his chest and looked directly into his eyes.
“Did you enjoy it?” She questioned teasingly.
“What do you think?” The boy laughed and pressed a light kiss to her forehead.
The silence that now filled the room was an extreme contrast to the loud atmosphere that was bursting moments before.
Alysanne got what she wanted, and the happiness of being able to accomplish her goal, mixed with the pleasure she had felt, had brought her to a state of bliss.
Jacaerys on the other hand, was now contemplating his future. If his betrothal to Baela wasn´t important some minutes ago, now it was a screaming thought in his head.
When the betrothal was announced, he never for once got sad about it, with Baela being a kind and beautiful girl. But now, after having Alysanne in his arms, he knew that entire years of a marriage with Baela wouldn’t bring him the happiness he felt in a single night with Alysanne.
Blood of Two, Joined as One
Pairing: Jacaerys x twin sister reader
Tags: sibling incest, smut, public sex, painted table sex, p. in v. sex, voyeurism (Daemon walks in)
Wordcount: 2,490
As you and your twin Jacaerys work through your frustrations at being left on the sidelines of the war, Daemon walks in and challenges you to finish what you have started.
Jacaerys Masterlist
Ash in the wind, that was how Jacaerys felt as the bastards were brought down to the pit to face divine justice—and they had, for the most part, and most of them had been punished for their arrogance. Jace knew he was being cruel in his thoughts, but his cruelty only equaled his sorrows.
He had refused to see it, to witness the potential ascent of lowborns towards glory, only one step away from his own birthright, which was now being refused to him.
For years he had strived to prove the rumors about his parentage to be wrong, or falsely founded—he had trained with the sword, learned High Valyrian, forged a deep bond with his own dragon, a green-winged beast that had been born to him. Now he felt all this had been in vain, and that his claim to his own inheritance would be washed away like footprints in the sand, blown away by the wind or smoothed over by the waves.
Jacaerys also admitted he felt no small amount of fear for his siblings, the three dark-haired dragonriders that came after him—two now, his mind corrected cruelly, and it made him want to cling to his brother and sister, but Joffrey was hidden away in the Vale and you were cold to him these days, and distant.
He knew he had only himself to blame, as he had been so solely focused on his own losses and frustrations that he had forgotten to consider yours. Rhaenyra had been even more protective of you than she was of him, refusing you to leave the island, and he had been inclined to agree with her.
Now he understood how undermined you had felt, and how deep it must have cut, coming from your twin no less. The two of you were the equal parts of a whole, and he had grown up knowing you would be his queen one day. Yet when the time had come to welcome you at his side and allow you to take part in the war as he had—going behind Rhaenyra’s back to secure passage to the Stark armies, standing up to her at council—he had refused you.
The loss of Luke had only highlighted how fragile life was, and how devastating Vhagar’s strength could be, and it had carved a pit of utter terror into his heart that he would lose you as well, if you were not kept away from it all.
The hour was growing late, but he had refused to attend supper with the new dragonriders, leaving that role to Baela and no doubt to you, but as he paced the Painted Table hall, trying to channel his frustrations, it was your voice that interrupted the whirlwind of his thoughts.
“Jacaerys?” came the call, and he turned to see you approach gently, as you would a spooked horse. He had never admitted to it, but the way you resorted to his full name more often than not made his spine shiver and possessiveness curl in his stomach.
“I thought you would be at supper,” he replied as you took the last step into the cold room, the hearth having been extinguished. The candles on the table were cold as well, and he scratched at the hard wax drippings on the edge of it.
“I said I would check on you,” you replied gently, but not as warm as you could be, as you came to stand beside him.
“I am sorry,” he whispered, and your hand on his arm did soothe him slightly. You leaned against the table, almost sitting on it while he stood facing it, his head low between his shoulders—it would only take you a breath to lean in and press your temple to his, but you did not.
His dismissive behavior these last few weeks had wounded you, and you blamed him for that streak of arrogance he possessed that only came out at the worst times. However you saw no use reprimanding him for it, as you could tell his personal sorrows were torment enough.
“Mother looked aggrieved, I can tell you had words for her,” you offered, and Jace gladly accepted the space you held out for him to relieve himself of his burdens.
“What are we to become, if anyone may lay claim to our inheritance?” he hissed, but it lacked his earlier fury. Instead his words were wavering, much like his resolve, and he found himself yearning for comfort rather than an argument.
You pressed your forehead to hiss, humming soothingly as he took a trembling breath. Your hand slid down his arm to his hand, which was flat on the table, and the feeling of your skin did calm him slightly.
“Allow me to stand with you, from now on, and we shall defend our birthright together,” you said, and his answer came in the form of a slow, deep kiss. Jacaerys had a tendency to make great declarations, which you found both sweet and incensing, but at this moment his lips spoke instead of his words as he pressed into you firmly.
He sighed as you accepted him, melting into his kiss and reciprocating his sudden passion. His plump lips and agile tongue made you shiver, even more when he stepped aside as pressed against you, nudging your knees apart so he could stand between them.
The both of you folded into the familiar embrace that had often been yours this past year, since your coming of age and subsequent betrothal—his hands found your waist as yours slid into his hair, his slim hips slotting perfectly in the cradle of your thighs.
Your breaths were hot and loud in the empty hall as you parted for air, but soon it was taken from your lungs again as your twin’s hand followed the crease of your hip to the inside of your thigh, pushing past the lapel of your dress. “Jace,” you sighed.
“I’ve longed for you these past few weeks, I need you,” he murmured, his dark eyes searching your face—for comfort, for approval, for answering desire, you could not say.
“Surely not here,” you inquired.
“Everyone is at supper. No one shall come to fetch us,” he said slowly, allowing you the time you needed to make your refusal known, but you did not, and instead your knees parted wider over his hips. “Don’t you long for me?”
You swallowed the last word of his question with a passionate kiss, your fingers tightening in his mane of rich curls, and you surprised yourself with how eager you were. It was true, you had yearned for him perhaps just as much as he had for you, and this disconnect had left you feeling unmoored, like a boat barely floating upon choppy waters.
“You know I long for you, always,” you replied, and your confession was met with the utmost enthusiasm.
You were less expressive than your twin, less prone to declarations from the heart, and your words seemed to have sparked a fire within him—he reached below your smallclothes to press his thumb in tight circles over your pearl as his mouth fastened to the side of your neck.
For a long minute you allowed yourself this simple pleasure, that of his undivided attention, rocking your hips into his hand as he pressed himself to your inner thigh, seeking friction. “Quickly, then,” you conceded when two of his fingers slipped between your folds and into you with ease.
Jace’s hand was slightly wet as he unbuckled his belt, pushed his doublet aside and unlaced his trousers—you both panted into each other’s mouth, your tongues curling together almost obscenely until he pushed into you in short, tentative thrusts.
The illicit nature of your embrace seemed to incense him and you loved this newfound boldness in him, even though he remained careful and patient as he took you, going for slow, shallow rolls of his hips. You took what he gave you, sitting fully on the table and clinging to his shoulders for leverage, your own hips grinding into his to seek pressure at your pearl.
The slow, quiet rhythm that was usually that of your coupling was familiar and still immensely satisfying, but you could tell there was a fire under Jace’s skin that such an embrace couldn’t reach—he was still shy and too correct sometimes, but your own lack of experience hindered you, and you were unsure what to offer him instead.
“Jace, maybe we should—” you started before a quiet noise interrupted you, in hindsight perhaps that of a door sliding across stones, and the two of you froze. Trembling and unable to keep his breath steady, Jacaerys shut his eyes in frustration, and the both of you waited, no doubt expecting the sound to be a solitary one.
However, quiet footsteps echoed in the hall and before realization and panic could set in, the swaggering figure of Daemon appeared from behind the staircase.
“Well, well, now I understand why there was no one to greet me in the pit,” he chuckled, and you hid your face in your twin’s shoulder as he cursed aloud, reaching for his doublet to hide himself when he would pull away. “Don’t be shy, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“If you would give us a minute,” Jacaerys stammered.
“Come on now, show me what you’ve got,” Daemon said in a low tone, approaching slowly, almost prowling. “You were bold enough to start fucking her here, surely you’re bold enough to finish it. Or finish her, at the least.”
You hid your face in Jaceaerys’ shoulder, but he could tell you weren’t wary—simply waiting, no doubt curious of what he would do. Your knees tightened around his waist as Daemon made an amused sound and cocked his hip on the edge of the table. “I heard about what our queen has been up to upstairs,” he spat, visibly displeased and perhaps even disgusted at the prospect. “Is that why you’re hiding here, defiling the table where she plots her war?”
At those words you slowly pushed back from your twin’s shoulder, lying back until your weight was resting on your elbows—Jacaerys hissed as you moved, the angle of your hips changing, your core clenching despite yourself.
“Show me what you’re made of, boy,” Daemon said, almost challenging. “Your sister certainly knows what blood runs through her veins.”
At that Jacaerys looked upon you again, your dark hair spilling on the tabletop like dark rivers, your eyes fixed on him as you waited, curious to see if he would finally unleash the fire you could feel rushing beneath his skin.
Yours was flushed a dark pink, from your cheeks down to your chest, but your gaze was almost daring—you hooked your legs behind his knees, pulling him in, and there was an air of arrogance to him as he went back to the slow rhythm you had been enjoying before Daemon’s interruption.
He pushed himself forward, one of his hands coming to rest flat on the table, giving him more leverage as he thrusted into you, and soon your breaths picked up again, strangely incensed by your unexpected witness. It was barely a minute before he was interrupting again, his words almost biting.
“She’s your future queen, fuck her like she deserves,” he said like an accusation, and to your delight, Jacaerys rose to the bait.
He had never been anything but tender and gentle, hiding his baser urges in the fact that you were promised to each other from birth, a right given to you by the womb you had shared, rather than your family’s decisions. Even though your mother refused to have you married until the war was over and she had ascended her throne, you fully belonged to the other.
You were bound together, but not by a formal betrothal, rather by the laws of the Gods, of nature itself. You had entered this world together and would leave it together—and Gods willing, you would reign together in-between. In the meantime, your mother had meant for you to wait until you could be wedded as her heirs, and for your union to be witnessed by all the lords you would rule over one day.
“I would not hurt you,” your twin said, reaching where your bodies were joined to press his thumb to your core in counterpoint with the rocking of his hips, perhaps to soothe the sudden sharpness of his thrusts.
You shook your head, stretching your back on the table until you were fully lying on it, and you closed your eyes to the sharp heat that rose in your stomach—pleasure came to you in sudden waves rather than a mounting pressure, almost like the crack of a whip every time Jace bottomed out. Beads of sweat were making curls stick to his temples and you would have licked them if you could raise your back, but you were speared to the spot by this newfound vigor.
Pride burst in your chest at his demonstration, and you could tell the same feeling was spurring him on, strangely eager to prove he was indeed of dragon blood, and able to claim his sister with enough force and assurance.
You matched him thrust for thrust, rocking your hips into him until your pants morphed into whimpers, and you clapped your hand over your mouth, lest they turn into wails.
However Daemon ripped your arm from your face and held your palm flat to the table. “Let them hear,” he thundered. “Let these mongrels hear what it sounds like when true dragons claim one another.”
Jacaerys made a wounded sound at that, and you lost yourself to the darkness of his eyes, and the two of you didn’t need words to speak. Your betrothal had been consummated time and time again, up until his peak when he always pulled out, spilling his seed on your stomach—this time he would not, and the mere prospect was enough to make the tension at your core snap.
You held his gaze as your peak took over, long enough to see his own eyes close as his mouth dropped open and his hips faltered, his contained moans turning into rough groans as he spent himself inside of you.
Your head fell back on the hard table as you panted, your knees falling open once more as you unhooked your legs from his. At your side, Daemon released your hand and turned without a word, barely a satisfied hum.
You were left wondering what the point of this show of force had been as Jace bent forward and rested his forehead on your chest while he chased his breath.
“You shall be married before you fly out to war and be stronger for it,” Daemon announced over his shoulder as he climbed the steps leading to the royal quarters. “I will see to it myself.”
Dividers by @/saradika
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The Harshest Winters: Before the Storm (18+)
Get caught up on THW here!
You've seen them on the brink of madness. But what about before the Dance?
SURPRISE!!
Upon popular request, I decided that it was about time we expandeded the HW universe and did something fun with it.
I plan to turn this into a 3 part mini-series, that dives into the lives of our beloved chatacters before the Dance of the Dragons ever happened.
I already have the 1st chapter ready, and I will post it on the same day as the 5th instalment of THW - trust me, it'll all make sense then.
In any case, this one is for my girlies who are still enamoured with our sweet prince Jace (who is alive and kicking in this one, thank the Gods)!
... Although one cannot have "The Harshest Winters" without Aemond Targaryen stirring the plot.
I promise you - great things happening. I'm still in my little cage, writing and planning away like a mad-woman sent from the darkest pits of the Seven Hells ♡
Nonetheless, I hope you all enjoy this one as much as I did when writing it. See you all really soon!
- Mina :^
imagine jacaerys who is the sweetest person to be betrothed to, jace who upon meeting you takes your hand softly bringing it to his lips and kissing the back of it. jace who will stand up to aegon when he makes an inappropriate comment to you. jace who gives you sweet gifts that range from jewelry to new dresses to sweets early in the morning. jace that makes your heart swell with pride when he stands up for himself and luke at the family dinner. jace always keeps his hand in yours or has his arm around your waist to show others that you’re his <3.
GUILTY AS SIN?
Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!Targ!reader || 18+; MDNI!
Synopsis: Jacaerys hadn’t meant to watch you. He hadn’t meant to interfere, either. Yet here he is, on his knees in front of you, finally claiming what’s his - honor and propriety be damned.
c.w.: smutty smut!! (fem masturbation + Jace watching reader without her knowing it at first, so some slight dubcon elements?; piv sex, unprotected sex, implied loss of virginity, oral (f! receiving), hair-pulling, mild breeding kink, mild praise kink, soft!dom Jace) Targcest - Jace and reader are cousins; infidelity
word count: 4.2k (oops??) || Jacaerys masterlist
AN: I really don’t know what came over me, this really is just filth with barely any plot, someone please get me some holy water so I can cleanse my mind from these thoughts … Also, I love Baela, but for the prospect of some forbidden love, we’re gonna have to go behind her back here.
Jacaerys hadn’t meant to watch you.
Truly, his only intention in coming to your chambers had been to check up on you, seeing as you’d been so unusually quiet and withdrawn during dinner.
He wasn’t prepared for what awaited him when he cautiously opened your door after you hadn’t answered either or his tentative knocks.
The sight before him had him frozen in shock, rooted to the spot.
You - stretched out on your bed, wearing nothing but your thin nightdress that had already slipped away in some places, revealing your breasts as well as the soft skin of your upper thighs - and your swollen core, already leaking slick.
Jacaerys couldn’t help himself - he stood, transfixed, watching as your back arched off the bed, your fingers desperately moving in and out of your cunt.
He shouldn’t watch. He should go, now.
This was wrong on so many levels, he tried to remind himself.
But he couldn’t bring himself to do anything but watch, mesmerized, as your fingers moved in and out of your core in a desperate pace. Greedily, he took in every breathy little moan, every squelching sound your cunt made.
This was wrong, so wrong.
This was a private moment he’d never been meant to witness, and oh - there was also the small problem of you being his fiancee’s sister.
He should go, now.
Your eyes were closed, so you hadn’t seen him yet, but still, he couldn’t bring himself to move.
It’s what he should have done, what he should still do, but he can’t bring himself to look away from you.
Jacaerys doesn’t know how long he’s been standing here, watching in a desperate, heady fascination as you desperately try to bring yourself to satisfaction.
He knows that it’s wrong, that he shouldn’t be watching you, should have turned around the second he saw what you were doing, but he doesn’t care.
Honor and propriety be damned, he thinks as he runs a hand through his dark curls in distress, feeling his breeches growing tighter by the second.
Just then, you moan, loudly and desperately.
„Jacaerys.“
Jacaerys’ eyes widen in shock, and he can’t help himself, he steps even closer towards your bed.
Again, you moan his name, your face screwing up in pleasure.
He feels his heart beating faster, his breath becoming more and more erratic.
Your movements have become even more desperate, you’re rocking back and forth on your bed, your fingers desperately trying to chase your high.
The only sounds filling the room are your whiny, desperate moans and the squelching sounds your cunt makes.
Jacaerys knows that he shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be watching you, but he can’t help himself greedily drinking in every one of your breathless moans, and every single move of your fingers.
„Oh Jacaerys, please-“
There’s his name again, this time followed by a broken moan and he bites down hard on his lips, desperately fighting the urge to move his hand down to his now impossibly tight breeches.
„Jace, oh gods-“
Hearing you moan his name like that breaks something within him. Caution and thought are forgotten. Instead, what remains are only his yearning and desperate desire to finally claim you as his.
He can’t contain himself no longer, can no longer ignore the sensation of his breeches feeling so impossibly tight, can no longer ignore all the desperate, lust-driven thoughts running through his head.
„Don’t stop, Princess.“
You hadn’t mean for this to happen.
You’d never intended to lose control like that, to behave so wantonly and improper.
But after seeing them laughing together at dinner, seeing the way he’d so easily leaned into her touch, seeing that easy understanding between them, seeing the way his eyes seemingly lit up with warmth whenever your sister so much as looked at him, you hadn’t been able to stand this gnawing feeling of desperation no longer.
Quietly, you’d excused yourself from the table, walking to your chambers.
But neither the warm bath your maids drew you, not the book you tried to immerse yourself in could ease that itch underneath your skin.
Baela is your sister and Jacaerys is her betrothed and you should be happy for them, happy for the fine match they make.
But instead, the only thing you feel is jealousy and this consuming, all-encompassing desire for Jacaerys.
Your sister’s fiancé, yes, yet the only man you’ve ever desired.
And so, you’d found yourself tossing and turning in your bed, until you’d frustratedly thrown your sheets to the side.
Biting down hard on your lip and drowning in guilt and shame, your hand had moved between your legs, and as you’d started to pleasure yourself, you started to imagine yourself in Baela’s stead.
You were the one Jacaerys would marry.
You were the one sitting next to him at dinner, laughing and talking and it was your touch he leaned into so easily.
It was your touch he craved, and your pleasure he wanted to bring about.
These were his hands on you, his fingers moving in and out of you, bringing you to bliss in a rough, desperate pace.
His lips were leaving featherlight kisses all over your body - your lips, your neck, your breasts, your stomach - while he continued to pleasure you.
And you were so caught up in chasing your fantasies and your pleasure that you didn’t hear the quiet, tentative knock on your door, neither the sound of your door opening.
You still haven’t noticed Jacaerys, too caught up in the heat building and building and building in your stomach to notice him walking closer towards your bed, running a hand through his hair in distress.
The sound of your moans covers his own erratic breathing, you’re too lost in the throes of pleasure to notice anything else besides the fire slowly building within you.
Until you moan his name.
„Jace, oh gods-“
A shuffling sound, like someone fixing their clothes, followed by a quiet sigh. Your own?
„Don’t stop, Princess.“
You open your eyes in shock.
Panting and breathless, you both stare at each other.
„Jacaerys“, is the only thing you manage to get out, your voice breathless.
Holding your gaze, Jacaerys starts unbuttoning his coat.
„Don’t stop“, he repeats, and there’s a certainty and sense of authority to his voice you’ve never heard before.
And you’re so surprised, so overwhelmed by all these different emotions coursing through you - shame and anxiety upon being discovered by him of all people, yet there’s still your undying desire for him, and heat is still pooling in your stomach, you’re so close - that you do exactly as he says.
You pick up your pace again, burying your fingers within your cunt again, all the while looking at Jacaerys who’s biting down hard on his lips.
You’re all too conscious of your nearly naked body and the squelching sounds your cunt makes as you continue to move your fingers in and out of yourself, but then Jacaerys groans loudly, running a hand through his hair, all while still holding your gaze, and all your self-consciousness is forgotten.
„By the Seven, you’re incredible, Princess“, he breathes.
His voice breaks something within you, and all you can do is give in to the mounting pleasure.
Your eyes never leave Jacaerys’ as you continue to pleasure yourself, your fingers moving in and out of your cunt, your other hand gripping tightly onto the bedsheets.
Jacaerys waches you, greedily taking every little movement, every single one of your broken moans in, as he continues to undress himself.
His shirt.
His belt.
His boots.
When it’s just his breeches, hanging low on his hips, remaining, he closes the last bit of distance between you, sitting down at the edge of your bed.
For a moment, you stop in your ministrations, too distracted by him. He’s perfect, his chest toned and muscular, just like a sculpted statue.
But then your eyes land on the visible bulge in his breeches and your breath hitches. Suddenly, your fingers aren’t enough anymore, you want, no need to see him, feel him filling you up.
„Jace, oh gods-“
Another broken whimper leaves your mouth, and blindly, you reach out for Jacaerys with your free hand. His hand finds yours, and he interlaces your fingers together, his grip strong and sure and steadying as the heat building in your belly becomes almost too much to bear.
„Jace, I can’t - please“
By this point, you’re an incoherent, whimpering mess, and besides his hand gripping yours, he hasn’t even touched you yet. Just then, he leans down, his free hand tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
„That’s it, Princess, come for me“, he whispers, before he lowers his lips to your neck.
The added sensation of his lips sucking on the sensitive skin of your neck is too much, and so, you follow his command.
Your back arches off the bed and you hold on to Jacaerys’ hand for dear life as something within you unravels and white hot pleasure washes over you.
You’ve never felt this way before, could have never even imagined that something like this could even feel so good.
When it’s over, you fall back onto the sheets, panting. When you open your eyes again, you immediately find Jacaerys’ gaze. The realization of what just happened washing over you. Seven hells, you just pleasured yourself with your sister’s fiancé watching you, guiding you through it.
But then you see your own burning desire mirrored in his dark brown eyes, and any thoughts of shame, guilt and regret are forgotten, at least for the moment.
You’ve long since passed the point of no return, and so, you don’t even hesitate before winding your arms around Jacaerys’ neck and pulling him down for a kiss.
He makes a soft, surprised noise, but that’s as much of an upper hand he’s willing to give you, because immediately the kiss feels fiery and hungry. The way his lips move against yours is almost bruising, and when he coaxes you to open your mouth, all you can do is comply as his tongue claims you.
One of his hands starts moving over your breasts, making you whimper when he pinches one of your nipples between his fingers, and then gently rolls the stiffened bud between his fingers. His other hand starts moving lower, first over your stomach and your lower abdomen, but then his fingers move over the inner sides of your thighs and your breath hitches in anticipation.
Jacaerys immediately notices your reaction, breaking away from the kiss for a moment to look at you. „Greedy, aren’t you?“
„Jacaerys, please“, you whisper, your hands moving to tangle themselves in his hair and when you tug at his dark curls, he lets out a pleased groan, and you know that he’s yearning for this to happen as much as you are. „I want you, Jacaerys. So take me, make me yours, claim me-“
The rest of your words are swallowed by another hungry kiss and a broken moan leaving your mouth when his hand cups your clit, his fingers moving over you swollen, already overstimulated bundle of nerves.
Gone is the gentle and composed Jacaerys, the regal prince that carries himself with poise, elegance and grace. Left in his place is a desperate man, slave to his most primal desires, yearning to finally make his longings come true.
His kiss continues to leave you dizzy, and combined with the sensation of his hand drawing teasing circles over your clit, you feel the heat begin to pool in your stomach again.
Just then, Jacaerys moves, shifting in his position, and you whimper when you can feel his erection straining against your stomach.
Panting, you break the kiss, looking at him. „Jace-“
He smirks. „Patience, Princess. I want to taste you first.“
Your eyes widen and you can feel blood rushing to your cheeks as the full meaning of his words sink in. This is beyond your wildest fantasies, even. When you’d imagined yourself with Jacaerys, he was always the one taking you, in various positions, and sometimes he even had you on your knees, pleasuring him with your mouth.
„But - but what about you, Jace?“, you whisper, eyes searching his.
At your words, his eyes visibly soften for a moment, and he leans down to press a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. „Don’t worry about that yet“, he says, looking at you again, before slowly moving down your body. „But do tell me if something I do is not to your liking“, he adds, the gentler, more composed side of him returning for a brief moment.
You nod, though you can’t imagine in the slightest that that might be the case.
When he sees you nod so urgently, Jacaerys just smirks.
He doesn’t say anything else, instead, he lets his lips and hands speak for him.
As he starts to kiss his way down your body, leaving featherlight kisses on your neck, your sternum, your breasts - which has your breath hitching and your grip on his dark curls tightening - your stomach, your lower abdomen, your hips; his hands continue to move over your body, one hand occupied with your breasts, the other still between your legs, still drawing teasing circles over your clit.
„Jace“, you moan, when he leaves featherlight kisses on the inner sides of your thighs, all the while continuing to tease your bundle of nerves with his fingers, but not doing anything else just yet.
And just when you think that you can’t take any more of his teasing, he sucks your clit into his mouth, before his tongue dives between your folds.
„Oh, oh gods-“, you moan, grip on his dark curls tightening.
This is so much better than your own fingers could ever be.
The arrogant, knowing smirk Jacaerys gives you as his tongue continues to move in and out of your core tells you that he knows exactly the effect he has a you, and he enjoys it.
He’ll ruin you for any other man - in more ways than just the obvious - and he’ll ruin any other man for you, but you don’t care.
Can’t bring yourself to care as his tongue continues to work you up to a frenzy, while he applies pressure to your bundle of his nerves with his thumb.
The heat is building and building and building, and you can feel that it won’t take much more for the coil you snap.
Just then, his tongue reaches a particular spot that has you seeing stars, and you moan, eyes screwing shut in pleasure.
„Yes, right there, please, Jacaerys, please-“, you whimper incoherently, hands tugging at his hair in a desperate attempt to ground yourself.
He continues to lap at you in earnest, reaching that spot again and again and again, you don’t think you can handle much more of this. The building pressure is too much to bear, and just then, Jacaerys’ tongue reaches that spot again, and you break.
Dizzying waves of pleasure wash over you, threatening you to drown you, as your back arches of the bed again and something inside of you explodes.
Jacaerys takes it all, takes everything you give him, the harsh tugs on his dark curls, your legs shaking, and your juices flooding his mouth. He takes it all, greedily drinking in every last drop.
„Oh, seven hells“, you pant weakly, falling back into the sheets, your whole body feeling like jelly.
Your second orgasm leaves you much more wrecked and spent than your first, and you don’t even notice Jacaerys moving up again, until you feel his fingers gently stroke over your cheek.
„You’re amazing, Princess“, he tells you.
You open your eyes again to see him leaning over you, his lips still covered with your juices, his nose still glistening with it as well. To you, he’s never looked more beautiful than in this moment, and so you don’t even hesitate before pulling him down for another kiss.
It’s messy, with strings of your slick still connected to his lips, and you think that it should feel weird that you can taste yourself on his lips, but it doesn’t, it just feels utterly amazing.
And even though just mere seconds ago, you’ve been trying to catch your breath, feeling your heartbeat accelerate, it’s you that deepens the kiss, you, who boldly moves a hand between you, cupping his clothed erection.
Now that you’ve had a taste, you feel that you won’t be able to stop until you’ve had it all, until you’ve felt him, really felt him, move inside you, filling you up to the brink.
Jacaerys groans when your fingers move over his clothed erection, his kiss turning even more desperate, until he breaks away, panting.
„Are you sure?“, he asks you, leaning his forehead against yours, looking down at you with pure, unfiltered desire in his eyes.
You nod, moving your fingers over him.
He groans again, but when his eyes find yours again, there’s a dark edge to them. „Are you sure? Sure you can take another one?“
Oh gods. His words, and the dark, sinister tone in which he says them has you biting down on your bottom lip.
You nod, again, and finally Jacaerys gives in, leaving another bruising kiss on your lips before sitting up and taking his breeches and small clothes off.
You watch him, too afraid to even blink, and when your eyes finally land on his erection, you swallow, whimpering. He’s so big - when he finally claims you it will surely feel like being speared open.
And yet, your desire once again wins out, as you reach out your hand once again, cupping his now bare member.
„Fuck“, Jacaerys groans, his eyes screwing shut in pleasure.
This only spurs your confidence, and now, feeling bold, and driven by this all-encompassing desire for Jacaerys, you begin stroking his member up and down in earnest, your thumb stroking over the tip, sticky with his pre-cum.
Jacaerys groans, driving his hips up into your hand. His hands settle on your waist once again, and his grip turns almost painfully harsh as you continue to edge him on.
Just then, he slaps your hand away, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. „Keep doing that and I won’t last much longer, Princess“, he says, his voice oddly strained.
His brown eyes find yours once again, and in them, you same the same desire and longing you feel mirrored back at you.
„But-“, you start to protest, but Jacaerys immediately silences you with a finger to your lips.
„Some other time“, he promises you, and you seem to light up at his words. You know that this should never have happened and that there should never ever even be another time, but just the prospect of that excites you.
„And you promised me another one, didn’t you?“
And just like that, all the gentle playfulness has vanished from his words, leaving only lust and desire in its place.
You nod, biting down hard on your bottom lip, as Jacaerys positions himself at your entrance.
You watch, entranced, as he guides his member into you. But then, almost immediately, you hiss in pain when he breaches your walls. It’s not much more than the tip, but still, this so different from your fingers or his tongue.
Jacaerys stops, leaning down to kiss you. The kiss is gentle and soft, and you wind your arms around his neck again, finding both comfort and solace in it. And the longer you kiss him, the more you get used to the feeling of him inside you.
In fact, it’s you, crossing your legs behind his back, guiding him deeper inside you. The sensation is still somewhat uncomfortable, but Jacaerys’ loud, satisfied moan and the kiss that’s already turned deeper and more passionate, distract you from the pain, and as Jacaerys continues to sink even deeper into you, pain and pleasure begin to mix and you find yourself wanting more.
And so, when he’s finally bottomed out and looks down at you, asking „Alright, Princess?“, you just tangle your hands in his dark curls again, driving your hips up to meet his.
„Move, please“, you beg him, and Jacaerys starts to chuckle, but when you drive your hips up into him again, he groans, the feeling of friction too delicious to ignore.
Jacaerys begins moving in and out of you slowly, his hips driving into you in a leisurely pace - pulling all the way out of you, before slowly sinking back down again.
It’s torture, this pace he’s setting. The heat in your lower stomach is building and building again, but with the pace Jace is setting, it seems as if you’ll never reach the boiling point. You try to meet his movements, moving your hips up and down, but Jacaerys soon catches on to what you’re doing and his hands settle at your waist with a tight grip, keeping you in place.
„Jace, please“, you beg, tugging at his dark curls.
He groans, losing control for a moment, and thrusting into you harshly. The new pace and intensity has you crying out in pleasure, but then it’s back to long, slow thrusts and you feel as if you could cry from frustration.
„Jace, please, just - just fuck me, don’t hold back“, you beg him, your grip on his hair tightening. That, combined with your words finally gets his attention, and when he looks down at you again, there’s a new, dark gleam in his eyes. It’s as dangerous as it is alluring, and you feel completely caught up in his trap.
„Oh, so it’s like that, Princess?“, he says, his hips snapping into yours, and you cry out from the intensity. „You want me to fuck you, want me to fill you up, is that it?“
He doesn’t leave you any chance to answer him, his hips now snapping into yours with abandon, his cock driving into you with an intensity and pace that has you seeing stars. One of your hands stays buried in his dark brown curls, while the other moves towards his upper back.
For a moment, you worry about your fingernails leaving scratches on his back - but another particularly harsh thrust of his, combined with the sensation of one of his hands slowly moving towards your core quickly has you forgetting any thoughts not concerned with the current moment.
His pace now is brutal and you hold on to him for dear life as his hips piston into you, his cock continuing to spear you open.
„Jace, oh gods-“, you breathe out, biting down on your lower lip.
When he sees this gesture, Jacaerys just shakes his head, his free hand moving up to cup your cheek. „Don’t. Don’t hold back. Let them hear.“
His words alone make you moan, and then, his thumb is there on your clit, steadily applying pressure as he continues to move in and out of you at a brutal pace.
„Jace, I can’t - oh gods-“, you groan, fingernails digging into his back.
„That’s it, Princess“, he whispers with another intense thrust, „come for me.“
And then, something within you breaks, and you come for the third time.
Your fingernails are digging into his back, your legs locked behind his back, and as Jacaerys continues to thrust into you, he can feel your walls clenching around him, absolutely squeezing him.
The sound of your broken voice, crying out his name, does him in and after thrusting into you once, twice, thrice more, he comes as well, shooting his hot seed into you.
The sensation is too much for your overstimulated core, and you whimper, your eyes screwing shut, as you hold on to Jacaerys for dear life.
Just like before, he’s there to guide you through everything - his free hand reaching out to grab the one you quickly untangle from his dark curls.
You hold onto each other as fire washes over you, white hot waves of pleasure threatening to drown you both.
This time, it takes you even longer to come down from your high, and when you do, your whole body feels like jelly.
Luckily, Jacaerys is there for you. He carefully pulls out of you, before gently scooping you up in his arms, reaching out for your bedsheets and drawing them over you both.
He presses a chaste kiss to your shoulder, the action so gentle and innocent and so unlike anything else that just transpired between you two. He reaches out for your hand with one hand, interlacing your fingers together.
„By the seven, you’re incredible Princess“, he whispers, pressing another chaste kiss to your shoulder as his free hand slowly moves down your body again. When you can feel his hand lightly moving over your core, you can’t help but whimper.
You’re so sore and overstimulated, you’re not quite sure how much more you can take.
„There“, Jacaerys whispers, squeezing your hand as his fingers scoop up some of his seed that’s trickled down the insides of your thighs.
You whimper, incoherent, broken moans leaving you when you can feel his fingers pushing into you again.
„Sh“, he whispers, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. „I’m just making sure that we’re not wasting a single drop, Princess.“
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𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝐵𝑟𝑎𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑦𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛（𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑖𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟）𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒？𝑂𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟？
𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 (2006）𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒 (2023）
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𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝐵𝑟𝑎𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑦𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠． 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛（𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑖𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟）𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒？𝑂𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟？
𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 （2006） 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒 （2023）
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