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Baela feels beyond embarrassed.
Standing in front of Jacaerys with nothing but her thin nightgown she feels more bare before him than ever. Nervous is something Baela never is, and yet she moves her weight from one foot to another trying—but failing—to not be bothered by the small smirk that sits on his face. She tries to think positively, she’ll get what she’s here for and then sleep soundly in his arms, like always. Only a cruel man would deny her after she so relentlessly and hopelessly tried to bring forth her own release.
And Jace is far from cruel, Baela knows this for a fact.
He's kind and understanding and worships the ground she walks upon. Baela is his brave and beautiful girl and the entirety of the Red Keep knows how much he dotes on the future queen. But so rarely is his sweet sister this pathetic and needy before him. Far from cruel? Yes, but Jacaerys is not a man opposed to fun, and here is his lovely sister, with a dripping wet cunt so desperately in want of everything he can provide her.
He takes notice of how disheveled she looks. He’s leaning against his headboard, the book he was reading before her entrance into his chambers long forgotten in favor of his betrothed's beauty. His eyes rake over her hardened nipples poking through the almost sheer fabric, silver hair matted to her forehead with sweat. Only an imbecile wouldn’t know what she was here for.
And yet Jace still asks, “What can I do for you?”
And she resists the urge to throttle him.
Yet her mind wanders with answers.
You brother, is what she wants to say. I want your fingers and your mouth and the sweet way you encourage me to chase my release on your thigh. I want your mouth on mine and for you to kiss me until I can no longer breathe.
But she cannot, for as giving as Jace is, he's proud too. And what will he think of her not being able to make herself cum so she scrambles for his help? It’s unbecoming of a girl as bawdy and boastful as she.
So she doesn’t answer, too prideful to throw herself at his mercy in hopes he will allow her to sit on his face. And far too wanting of him to turn on her heel and walk back to her room. She is doomed either way.
Jace, now tired of her silence, gets off of his bed and makes his way towards his sister. If she doesn’t want to speak it’s fine, but she’ll learn to move her pretty lips if she wants anything from him tonight.
Baela watches his every move, staring at his naked torso and the sleep pants hung so loosely around his waist. She can just barely see the hairs on his lower abdomen. Her eyes look past his taut stomach, where she likes to draw patterns on, and up to the silver Velaryon seahorse chain that rests on his neck.
He's beautiful to her.
All handsome, and lean, and no man in the realm has hair as shiny and soft as her Jacaerys. It’s pulled back in a low bun, away from his gorgeous eyes. Eyes full of compassion and desire that she feels hotter just by staring at them. No man has eyes as beautiful as his.
And no man can make her scream in ecstasy like her big brother can.
He's beautiful, and he’s all hers. So why can she not bring herself to ask him this request? He’s closer to her now, his warm breath lightly fans her face and she feels herself wanting to step back.
But Jace is quicker, “Your prince asked you a question Lady Baela.” His slender hands reach for her chin making sure they’re eye level when he speaks.
She bites her lip and squeezes her thighs together, a movement that does not go unnoticed, before she whispers, “I want—no I need you my prince.”
Jacaerys’s grip tightens on her chin. His voice is deeper yet just as sweet when he responds, “Need? What can you possibly need from me so late in the evening my beautiful Baela?”
This time she’s eager to open her mouth and scream a desperate reply; everything, anything, just please something! But Jace plucks her lewd fantasies from the tip of her tongue and lays it bare for only them to hear.
“Does my sweet sister want me to play with her cunt, hmm?” He begins, hand sliding from her face to the nimble straps of her nightgown. He gently pushes them off, smirk growing at the small whimper that escapes her, down until Baela is standing before him naked, nipples perked and practically screaming for his attention.
So he gives them it.
Gently he licks the bud before latching on and sucking until a desperate moan leaves Baela. Jace's hands move once again to now grip her waist as he pulls off her breast with a pop, before leaning back in to elate more sweet sounds from his beloved. “M-More, please my prince more.” She gasps through pleasure.
Her fingers dig into the tan flesh of Jace's shoulders, she’s eager and hungry for him. No longer embarrassed of the way she craves her prince. He knows this too from the way her thighs rub together in want. She’s leaning into his body like she was destined to mold her flesh with his.
“You never answered me.” Jace pulls back from her to whisper against her lips. His hand that wasn’t on her waist trailing in between her legs. “Do you want me to play with your cunt darling Baela?”
She practically screams, “Yes!” In his face and it earns her a genuine laugh from the young man. Humored at how adorable her eagerness to cum is.
“Yes, what?”
Her bottom lip bumps against his. They’re wet from sucking her tits and she holds back from kissing him to answer. “Yes, I want you to play with my cunt brother. I want you to use me however you’d like, just please, touch me.”
So Jace answers her by using a finger to spread the folds of her wet pussy open just as Baela’s restraint is no more. She kisses him deeply, moaning into each kiss from the pad of his finger circling her clit. Delirious with any type of pleasure, she doesn’t resist when her lover walks her back to his awaiting bed. Sitting against the headboard and placing his sister in between his thighs.
“I'd never deny you anything, you know that right?” He begins, moving her hair aside to place hot kisses along the side of her neck.
She hums in response. Spreading her legs wider in an attempt to distract him from talking so he can get back to fingering her.
Understanding what she’s aiming at, Jace decides to indulge her with a long finger toying with her pussy as he continues. “I'll make you cum if you’d like, as many times as you want in fact.” His breath tickles her ear. “Over and over and over again I'll make you cream for me, you just have to do one thing.”
“What?” Baela pants, more focused on humping his hand.
“Just listen and take it all for me.” And with that two of his fingers pump themselves into his darling sister, ripping the loudest whine he’s ever heard from her.
If she was listening she’d know he asked two things of her but Baela’s mind was far too occupied at bucking her hips up into Jace’s hand. “Fuckkk.” She draws out. She's waited all night for this and there’s nothing better than the feeling of her handsome prince’s fingers curling into her.
As much as she was enjoying it, her betrothed was enjoying it more. With the squelching of Baela’s wet pussy filling the room, Jace wonders if his guard a few feet away from the door can hear how badly she needs him. A sick part of him does, he wants the entire Red Keep to know how good he fucks her.
“So fuckin’ wet for me.” He praises her. “So pretty too, there’s not a maiden who looks this beautiful getting fucked, isn’t that right?”
“Yes my prince, y-you’re right.” Baela shakingly agrees. She scolds herself for playing right into his hand, it’s so unlike her to let him have all the fun but tonight there’s nothing she can think of except for squirting all over his fingers. Her eyes glaze over with lust and Jace knows the game is won when she slumps against his firm chest. Not caring for the whore moans that leave her pink lips and especially not for the pathetic way she clamps down on his fingers.
Jacaerys won’t let her cum though, not yet.
A firm slap hits her clit and she jolts against him. “W-What was that for?!” Shocked at the spank she tries to turn her face towards him but he shushes her with a kiss.
“Shhh it’s okay, it felt nice didn’t it?” He explains, this time with a more gentle spank to her swollen clit, and Baela answers him with a moan. “That’s my girl, don’t I always know what you like?” He teases her, picking up the pace of his fingers in her tight cunt.
“Don’t I always know how to please your greedy pussy?”
“Yes Jace!”
His smirk returns, delivering another spank to her clit, “Don’t I treat my future queen so well?”
“Yes Jace!”
His teeth graze her neck, biting and suckling at the skin. Marking her up so her handmaidens will know it was him who littered her skin with love bites. She's close, he can hardly pump in and out of her without her pussy fighting to keep his fingers snug inside her velvety walls.
“Then cum for me sweet sister.”
And with that Baela grips the sheets and bucks her hips to fuck herself against his fingers properly. She's panting and moaning so shamelessly but she hardly cares. All that she cares for, all she can think about is her big brother and his thick fingers about to make her cum.
She reminds Jace of the whores from the street of silk. His little sister acting like a slut below him, his own personal slut. Her tits bounce with each movement she makes, enticing him but not as much as the dripping wetness from her pussy. His entire hand and sheets are soaked with her essence, marking her claim on him and his chambers. Why should he ever think to stray from his future queen when she was made for him?
His thoughts are solidified when she suddenly creams against his fingers with a constant scream of his name. “Jace, oh Jacaerys, I love you, I love you, I love—.” He fucks her through it, sliding in and out of her until she’s spent and drops against him.
Jace removes his fingers from her, gaining a whine of displeasure from Baela. But she’s quickly distracted by his glistening finger, watching him as he takes his cum soaked fingers and slips them into his mouth, licking them clean with a wanton moan that makes her bite her lip.
“Such a sweet cunt.” He compliments her. “No lady in the seven kingdoms tastes as sweet as you my Baela.”
She manages to laugh. “You’ve never tasted another before my prince, how would you know?”
He doesn’t answer her, choosing to pull her up to the many pillows that cover his bed and tuck her in before she insists on limping back to her room. Besides, Jace enjoys having her sleep next to him, it’s not like it’ll be that long until they share chambers. He's merely getting a head start.
Baela fixes her brother with a teasing glare and mimics his torment from earlier, “Well, I asked you a question?”
“You, I, and the gods know I have never tasted another but you.” He tells her truthfully, because who else would he need but his sister? Who else can make him happier? “But that doesn’t mean your cunt isn’t the sweetest in all seven kingdoms.”
Another laugh leaves her and Jace can’t help but stare delightfully at how fucked out of her mind she looks on top of his pillows. She’ll complain about her hair in the morning of course, and how he cuddles her too tightly but he doesn’t mind her whining. Next to him is where she belongs, it’s where she’ll stay.
The sun will rise soon so Baela scoots closer to Jace. Kissing his lips, then his forehead, then his nose, and back to his lips. “Ever the gallant prince, will you keep me close throughout the night as well?”
Although it’s not much of a question, because as soon as her head finds its home on Jace's chest, he has her locked in a hold she won’t be able to release herself from, unless she gives him his payment kisses when they awake. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be my beloved Baela.”
She smiles, tangling their feet together. “Nor I my prince.”