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“Darling…” she slunk over to Baelor at his desk. Y/N immediately clung to him when she entered a room where they were alone. The shoulder muscles of his back were thick and tense and she began to rub at them as she read a bit of what he was reading. Trade records. Boring.
“Can’t you take a break from this and go for a walk with me, go for a swim at the springs with me, do anything with me at all?” Y/N whined, but each suggestion was punctuated with a kiss behind Baelor’s ear, sweetening her pleas.
He sighed and leaned back in his chair as his little wife continued to massage his broad back and kiss at his strained neck. “Do you know that I have an entire realm to manage, my love?” he asked. Although he made no efforts to halt her ministrations.
“I do. But this doesn’t appear pressing. Why do you need to review accounts from years prior right this moment? Are we on the verge of economic collapse, my love?” she replied. Her hands travelled over his shoulders to rub his chest, also thick with muscle.
“Tell me again. What would be a better use of my time, Y/N?” his voice was softening and he puffed his chest. Baelor loved it when you massaged him and he especially loved it when you felt up his hard pectorals. Speaking of hard, he could feel just the ghost of a twitch in his trousers. Y/N always had this effect on him, but he did really want to finish up here before spending the rest of the afternoon lazing about.
“Any of my prior suggestions would be a better use of your time. Why? Because your wife is needy! I demand your attention.” Y/N pouted and whined playfully. To punctuate her pleas she sunk to the floor rather dramatically, curling up next to Baelor’s thigh and laying her head upon it.
Baelor stroked through her Y/H/C hair which fell like a waterfall over his leg. “I’m afraid you’re always needy my girl. I must finish this review of accounts to prepare for a meeting this evening.”
“This evening!” Y/N couldn’t believe him. “If we have a late dinner— and late I remind you because you always get stuck on ‘reviewing accounts’ or ‘discussing foreign policy’— then you have a meeting afterwards, then when am I ever going to get your attention?”
Baelor sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Would you be satisfied for the moment by your ladies-in-waiting? They could walk in the gardens with you.” Baelor suggested, still running his long fingers through your hair.
Y/N looked up at him with wide, pleading doe eyes. “I don’t want them. I want you. I don’t just want to go on a walk. I want you for other things that I need help to take care of.” Baelor felt her sit up so she was perched upon the top of his boot, and her hands gripped his thigh as if to give her leverage to writhe upon the polished leather.
Y/N was young, younger than even Baelor’s eldest son. He had not anticipated having such a young wife for his second, but when the match made itself apparent, he couldn’t deny the political benefits. He also couldn’t deny your beauty, but beyond that he enjoyed that you didn’t seem disquieted by an older match, or even being amongst older lords in general. He thought this was because your father was genuinely honorable and only kept honorable men as his vassals. You were only used to people being kind and honorable to you, so you had no reason to be uncomfortable.
With your good nature, he anticipated an easy, if not particularly romantic match. In this regard he was mistaken. Upon your wedding night he had prepared that he might have to spend much of the evening soothing your worries and coaxing you into consummation, but as soon as the wedding feast had commenced it became apparent that this would not be required. You had leaned into his ear and whispered such seduction, expressed such eagerness to be bedded by him and only him that he was convinced to quit early, if not in part because of his growing hard-on.
What young maiden, even if blushing deep as a rose bud, knew how to ask for what she wanted like that? His first wife, even though they had been an amicable match from the start, was still nervous like most maidens to have her maidenhead broken and to have to navigate the awkwardness of a young man who she barely knew on top of and inside of her. Perhaps it was because he was not an inexperienced boy, but an experienced man and prince that she was so looking forward to their coupling and felt no shame in initiating it. It was clear, and slightly enhancing to his ego, that Y/N had clearly anticipated great pleasure in their lovemaking, and he was determined to prove her correct.
Still, he could not believe that a girl as young as her, especially faced by a man so much older, was entirely untaken by nerves. When they entered their bedchambers, he inquired about any possible anxieties she might feel, but she replied that she was not so worried. Baelor had truthfully begun to suspect that her maidenhood was not indeed intact and asked, not unkindly but sternly, if she had already been taken. She seemed taken aback at this assertion and pleased that this was not the case, but she seemed bashful and Baelor felt he had the right to inquire why. She now seemed to show her true nerves but asserted her honest and revealed that she had already put objects inside of her, for the purposes of being prepared to be taken on her wedding night without pain.
Baelor had never heard of a maiden outside of Dorne of doing such a thing, but he was impressed by her initiative and rather stimulated by the thought of his sweet maiden wife pleasuring herself, preparing herself for him dutifully. He was also somewhat relieved that he would not have to worry about navigating his young wife’s fears around penetration, although he doubted that she had put something as large as him inside her before.
That whole evening, he had spoiled her rotten. He made her come on his mouth many times and helped her to take his cock which she did admit was much larger than she realized it would be. He soothed her worries just the same and she clung to him, completely trusting his judgement, his care for her.
It did not take long for Baelor to feel that he was truly in love with the young girl. Her interest in his work was appreciated. This interest likely developed when she held the role of her father’s cup bearer and trained with her maester, not just her septa, as a girl. She also seemed to have learned a few things about sex from kitchen wenches she enjoyed following about for sweets. After riding Baelor to completion one night she boasted that she had learned such a trick while listening to servant women trade gossip and dirty jokes.
She was a rather unusual lady is some ways, but not any different than what he hoped would result from a closely knit household. The main issue was how much she missed her family and household. The Red Keep nor Dragonstone were similar in most ways and while she kept ladies, she clung to Baelor most tightly. Unfortunately, he didn’t have very much time for her, but he tried to have every dinner with her and travel with her always. But when he was studying and doing work, even alone in his solar she often talked and he would have to tell her to leave him be. She hated this.
Their relationship became something more than a husband and wife, maybe naturally because of their vast age difference and her dependence on him for comfort. He became somewhat more paternal towards her sometimes. She was sweet and generally very well behaved, everyone thought so, but sometimes she required a firm hand, and it was his duty to provide this for her as her husband.
The first time he had spanked her, he had thought that she might be upset with him. To his surprise she wasn’t at all. It worked most effectively at quieting her down when frustrated, although it seemed to turn her even more docile than he was expecting. She seemed to go quiet and her eyes became glassy and he felt that in that state he could do almost anything to her. After disciplining her, he would pet her, kiss her, soothe her until she came back to him. He knew it might reinforce bad habits if every time he punished her, he also gave her his attention, but he couldn’t help it when it was so affective at getting the result he wanted and it made her so vulnerable. After caring for her she would become extremely clingy but also very docile, and he could go about his work.
After doing this a few times, he noticed that while he could leave her after the spankings, when he came to bed that night, she would always be ravenous. He often found her already naked upon the bed, touching herself in anguish. She would plead for him to make love to her, and if he was too tired to do that, she would take him into her mouth and finish him there. When he asked what had gotten into her, she would just blush and say that she didn’t know. After he noticed this, the next time he spanked her pulled up her dress and pulled down her linens and saw that her thighs were coated in her slick. He asked her then and there as he delivered another spank to her bare bottom, “Does this turn you on my girl?” She just whimpered, but after another spank she admitted it, that the spankings made her wet and wanting for him.
After that his discipline became more sexual in nature, and soon he realized sometimes she would act up just for the purpose of being spanked or dominated. He thought maybe he should start denying her these things when she behaved poorly, but he found that it was gratifying for him too to discipline her in these ways and see how much she benefited from it. He loved to shape her behavior; to have he submit to his will.
So their relationship became more complicated, but it also became more satisfying. She liked the spankings, she craved his praise, and she didn’t mind that he was much older and would sometimes treat her like a child. She didn’t want this all of the time, but it became habitual for them.
So now she was sitting on his boot, telling Baelor that she wanted to be satisfied, and acting a bit brattier than she normally would because she wanted him to dominate her. Yet he still genuinely had work to do. He thought of dragging her up off the floor and sending her out the door with a smack to her ass and a direction to smarten up, but he himself was bored and growing harder, and thought that sooner or later they would need to find a resolution to her neediness issue. How could she get more time with a man who was booked overtime?
She had started to grind her cunt against the top of his boot just barely and her breath was coming out huffy. He could tell her to finish there, but that wouldn’t help him get off or get his work done.
“Y/N, darling girl, can you help me with my work?” he wrapped her hair around his palm and pulled her head from his thigh so she would look at him. She nodded as best as she could.
“Just want to be with you, father.”
When she had accidently called him father the first time his whole idea of what went on at her home changed. Had her lord father indeed been as honorable as he thought? She had insisted that he had and that she didn’t know why she had called Baelor that. He had started to wonder what kind of a girl he had married, but he soon decided that she was so young that maybe she did need a father as well as a husband, so he let her call him whichever she pleased, as long as it was in private. She never slipped in public because she was a good girl.
“You can be with me sweetheart, but you must be a good girl and listen to your husband.”
“Okay Baelor.”
He began to untie his breeches. No one would bother him for a few hours. She was already licking her puffy, bitten lips. As he pulled out his thickening cock, the head swollen and fat, he had to keep a grip on her hair to prevent her from launching forward and choking herself on it.
“You can have it darling girl, but here’s what I need from you: I need to finish my work. It shouldn’t be too long, but I might take thirty minutes or so. I can’t be distracted during work time, so you can keep it in your mouth or your throat, but you can’t suck, you can just hold it there. And you can’t cum. You can be with me, but your job is to keep my cock warm, okay? That’s all you can do alright or else I will send you on your way and you won’t see me until dinner. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Baelor.” Her eyes were completely glass, and she was near drooling a the prospect of his cock in her mouth. Sucking on him had always been her favourite since he showed her how to do it early in their marriage.
So, he finally let her go and she slurped him down into her throat, but like a good girl just held his cock, almost fully lengthened and thickened in her drooling mouth, her eyes on him as if to say “aren’t I a good girl father?”
He began his work and admittedly having his sweet little wife on her knees beneath his desk with his cock in her mouth was a bit distracting at first but he soon fell into the rhythm of her steady breathing and when she laid her cheek on his thigh, cock still in her warm wet mouth he finally was able to focus. She stayed nice a still for thirty minutes when he finally announced that he was done. He stroked her hair, she had nearly fallen asleep and was softly suckling a bit now, but not too hard, mostly unconsciously he thought. But as she began to sit up, anticipating what they would get to do next, there came a knock at the door.
“Brother!” It was Maekar, Baelor’s younger brother. He almost wanted to ignore him but then his voice came again with a pounding knock. “Brother it’s Maekar I know you’re in there!”
Baelor would have simply taken you off his cock and sat you next to him but your eyes were red and watery and there was pre-cum and drool smeared across your face and dripping down your neck. So instead, he simply nudged you back under the desk.
“Yes come in.”
Y/N was still on his cock, quiet as can be. Maekar opened the door rather forcefully. “Ashford and his loonies are driving me insane. What are you working on?” He asked coming over to the side of the desk.
Baelor had expected his brother to fiddle around in the solar, speaking to him and barely paying any attention to his state, but instead before he could say anything to stop him he was coming round the back of his desk. It was hard to miss his wife tucked under the desk with a slick, swollen mouth, mussed hair and his brother’s hard, fat, wet cock before her.
“Holy fuck.” Maekar said. He was shocked but he couldn’t help that the sight of his good sister in such a compromising, such an unladylike, such a whorish position did something to him. His brother and him used to share wenches frequently so he wasn’t shocked by his brother’s arousal, but he did wonder if his brother would be angry at Maekar seeing his wife in such a way or if he might let something else happen here.
He thought he would try his luck. He wouldn’t be a complete beast to her. He would show that he could respect her even if she was a slut. “You’re a lucky man to have such a thing as her to yourself brother.” He clapped him on the shoulder. Y/N was still frozen, on her knees looking between Baelor and Maekar. Did she think that Baelor would beat him? It was their fault doing such things in public settings.
Baelor just hummed. He was watching her face, to see how compliant she was, how deep in that special headspace she was after 30 minutes of obeying orders, of growing wetter and wetter. He had never minded sharing, especially with his youngest brother who he had mentored when he was younger in pleasing women. They had a good rhythm together int he battlefield and when it came to women. Yet this was his wife. His young wife who was very vulnerable. But who else would he trust her with? And she was needy enough for two. Maekar certainly had more time that he did, but would he be as gentle with her as he was? He would have to see. “I am blessed to be sure, but she is a needy little thing, difficult to manage as you can see.” Baelor said slowly.
“She takes what she wants. That’s a good girl if I’ve ever seen one.” Maekar said licking his dry lips subconsciously. Like a dragon sizing up its prey.
Baelor, glanced over to his brother and saw that he was hardening in his breeches.
“She is a good girl mostly. Are you going to be a good girl for both of us?”
Y/N’s chest was rising and falling deeply. Maekar seemed to only doubt what his brother had said for second then chimed in, “You have to use your words darling sister.”
Y/N was still frozen, so Baelor took her hand and placed it on his hard cock, getting her to stroke him. “But you are my husband.” She said to Baelor. The poor girl thought this might be a trick.
“I am sweet girl. You belong to me and I to you, and I like to share what belongs to me with my brother. He is a good man and I trust him. Do you trust me to take good care of you?”
“Yes Baelor.” He didn’t even need to coax her anymore she was stroking him on her own and had moved forward to be between his knees rather than under the desk.
“That’s a good girl.”
Maekar was looking at you with complete adoration. Baelor watched him. He shouldn’t be surprised that his brother would have a soft spot for such a sweet young girl like her. He was a bitter and controlling man sometimes, and such as sweet, eager, pretty little thing like her would probably help him relax a bit. Maybe they could all help each other.
“Let’s put her somewhere more comfortable for her hands and knees.” Maekar said and Baelor offered Y/N a hand to stand up from the floor on wobbly legs. Y/N was still dressed but her grown was soaked with spit and precum. She let Baelor strip her bare under his brother’s watchful gaze, all the while she blushed shyly. Baelor smiled to himself at how easily Y/N accepted his guidance, and how taken his brother was with her. He groped over her taut breasts, plump rear, stomach and thighs as he worked at her clothing, and all she did was sigh sweetly, completely unresistant to his touch.
Maekar was heaving now. This young little thing all for them. He offered his hand and brought her to the seating area and threw blankets and pillows upon the floor and Y/N sat amongst them like a little bird in her nest.
Baelor and Maekar decided Baelor would take her cunt, but Maekar could have her mouth. They would leave her ass alone for now since Baelor hadn’t touched her very much there and Maekar said he would work on training her there on his own time. They had a distinct rhythm from all those years in the war, and it came easily to them now.
Maekar stood before her and unlaced his breeches. Both men had their cocks out but were otherwise clothed while she sat between them naked as the day she was born. Baelor coaxed her to lift her hips with a guiding hand and situated himself behind Y/N so he would be able to get inside.
“Fuck I want to taste her.” Maekar muttered, but Baelor nodded towards her head.
“You will, but I can take care of her cunt. She wants her throat filled.”
Maekar looked down where Y/N was practically drooling, beautiful innocent eyes trained on his hard cock. It was shorter than Baelor’s but not at all unsatisfactorily, and it was thicker. He held the base for her and stroked her hair from her face into a makeshift ponytail. “There you are sweet girl. Show me what my brother has trained you to do.” Y/N surged onto the fat weeping cock before her and began lapping eagerly. Normally with Baelor she would need to use her hands to cover his length but with Maekar she could try and push him all the way into her throat, fully sheathing him.
Baelor entered her from behind and they both began moving, Maekar thrusting into her throat and Baelor pounding into her tight pussy. She was taking it like a champ Baelor thought. They had both had women who found it hard to keep up with a man at either end but Y/N loved a challenge and always rose to it with grace. Her throat was sloppy and if anyone walked by the door to the solar, they might hear the wet squelching of her pussy and throat being fucked but they didn’t care. They might think Baelor had a whore and he didn’t mind if they thought that. It wasn’t a scandal, none of them would know that his own young wife was taking two huge prince cocks like a pro. She seemed barely conscious of what was happening to her, so deep in that special head space. Her eyes were sagging mouth slack as Maekar and Baelor plundered her wet heats.
She pulled off Maekar to breath while Baelor never let up on her cunt. A thick line of spit connected her open swollen mouth to Maekar’s cock, and he held her cheeks between his two hands, steadying her, while she gasped for air. She was so young and so well trained at taking cock he thought his brother did an excellent job of it. Her chest was also coated in the sloppy mixture, and he began to become impatient, rubbing and slapping his fat dick over her face while she moaned. Her whole face was sloppy with pre cum. Finally, he put himself back in her mouth, and with her lips stretched wide around his girth he began to fuck her throat again. The sloppy sounds of their fucking filled the room, slurping, gagging, and pounding.
She was bouncing between them. Enduring their cocks with such grace. She was moaning wildly now and when she fell off Maekar’s dick she even smiled like a true slut, enjoying the challenge of being filled by the princes.
“She’s a spoiled little thing taking two dicks in her.”
Maekar’s stones were slapping at her chin obscenely while she worked the huge sausage cock between her lips, gagging and slurping and sucking on it with moxy. “How old is this sweet girl of yours again? She’s taking it like a gold star whore.” Maekar asked, his breathing heavy.
“Twenty.”
“Gods she younger than both my eldest boys.” Maekar groaned.
The room was filled with the sounds of wet cock, “Schluck, Schluck, Schulck and gargle, guck, shluck, guck, guck.”
Soon the men were ready to cum. Maekar just petted her hair back off of her precum drenched face and gasped, his face red from his approaching orgasm and exertion “Darling girl, I’m going to cum, don’t waste a drop for me.” She just moaned louder, and he was cumming, filling her throat with his hefty load, pulling her head onto him so his cock was fully sheathed in her tight mouth, and his swollen, heavy stones were pressed to her chin. Baelor, seeing how roughly his girl’s throat was being claimed let up on her cunt and stilled inside her clenching cunt, just rubbing her ass in a soothing motion, trying to help her through being suffocated and filled by his brother’s cock and load. She gagged a little which couldn’t be helped and Maekar placed a hand at her throat to feel the muscles there stretching around his cock and swallowing eagerly.
When he finished, he held her there just a moment longer as her eyes rolled back into her head, “Fuck you’ve trained her well brother.” Then he pulled his softening cock from her throat and she gasped for air, a flood of spit falling from her abused mouth.
Baelor kept rubbing Y/N’s ass and her back as she tried to regain her breath. Maekar took her by the hair again and held her spit and cum slicked face up so that he could rub his softening, messy cock and stones over her cheeks, lips and even forehead. Although the image of your sweet, innocent face being used as a cum rag made Baelor impossibly harder, he had half a mind to command Maekar to back off and start providing aftercare so he could finish taking your pussy. He was about to say something when you moaned lustily, and Maekar seemed to become too sensitive to continue his ministrations and kneeled down before you, taking off his coat and tunic so he was completely shirtless and using the linen to wipe your face properly.
He held your face so gently, more so perching your chin upon his palm than grabbing you as he had, that Baelor felt quite comfortable now at the idea of letting his brother use you without being present himself. You were very quiet, as you often were after such an overwhelming experience, and Baelor pulled you onto his lap now to give your arms and legs a break, while keeping himself steady, so you would feel comforted by the constancy of him being inside of you.
Maekar didn’t even look at Baelor, just at you, and he didn’t ask for permission to kiss you. First, he kissed your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, and chin, and then your lips. When his lips pressed to yours, tenderly at first like the other kisses then passionately, though not roughly, Y/N began to whimper. Maekar let her go and she turned her gaze over her shoulder to look at Baelor. He gazed into her glassy doe eyes, and while keeping one arm across your waist to keep you steady, the other hand stroked through your hair lovingly. He pecked her lips softly, and answered her wordless question, “It’s okay if he kisses you. Do you want him to?”
Y/N swallowed and turned to look at Maekar. She had come back down to earth enough to fully register how he looked now. His chest was broad and thick with muscle like Baelor’s except it was pale rather than tanned. His scars were numerous and more visibly pink on his skin. He had light hair, but it was just as coarse as Baelor’s, and it covered his chest and arms and torso. He had tucked his flaccid cock away into his trousers and was sat on his knees, so close to her, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her, her plump lips.
She found her voice again, “Yes please.”
Maekar groaned like he had been hurt, “Fuck your so polite.” But he didn’t kiss her. Now he regarded his brother who was stroking over her soft lower stomach mindlessly as he kissed his little wife’s neck and cheek. “She hasn’t peaked yet. She must take her pleasure.”
Baelor smiled, “Who gets their pleasure first my little dove?” He asked Y/N softly, teasingly pinching at her pert nipples.
“You first husband.” She said, looking over her shoulder at Baelor adoringly, and kissing him with fervor.
Maekar frowned. “What sort of fucked up game are you playing with her brother?” Maekar spat.
Baelor replied matter-of-factly, “It is only civil that the husband is pleased first, then if she performs her duty well, I reward her with as much pleasure as she desires.”
Maekar scoffed. “That’s ridiculous. It won’t be that way with me.”
Baelor smirked, snaking his hand down so he could finger her wet clit. Y/N cried out at the contact. “You can do whatever you please with her on your own time, but with me she must earn her pleasure.” He kept touching her and started to slowly buck up into her. She was moaning wantonly, yet she tried to stay quiet as possible, Baelor shushing her softly to remind her to not get carried away.
Baelor clearly enjoyed showing off his skill to his brother and reveled in this performance, how helpless Maekar was just sitting before her, watching her be so obedient for him and enjoying it. But Maekar saw that flame of chaos in her. He would help her build it up, and maybe sometimes he would tame it roughly, putting her in her place, but other times he might see where it took them, how she might push Baelor once Maekar had encouraged her to take what she wanted. For now, he tried not to feel inadequate, his old cock flaccid after one round, yet still being completely wired. He wanted to taste her.
“Don’t you think she’s already earned her pleasure, brother? Afterall, I gave her quite a bruising. She swallowed everything I gave her.” Maekar offered. Baelor stopped his ministrations and contemplated it. Y/N whined at the loss of movement.
“You want to taste my wife’s cunt brother?” Baelor asked.
“Indubitably.” Maekar answered.
“Then you can have it, but darling, that means you won’t get any spent inside that sweet cunt of yours. I will finish in your mouth like my brother while he pleasures you. I can’t have you getting spoiled. If you would take your own pleasure early, you must still provide me mine. I will not wait.” Baelor said, and Maekar snickered at the absurdity of his brother’s strict rules. You nodded gravely in understanding.
Maekar grasped you by your waist and lifted you off Baelor and his lap as easy as if your weighed nothing at all. You grasped his huge arms, they were so firm under your palms, and you liked being handled so. He laid you down so your head rested on a pillow and laid down on his stomach before you, looping his arms under your thighs and bracing his hands against your hips. He only took a moment to admire your puffy pink sex before diving in.
He was not one to mess around and set straight away with soft flat tongue lapping against your clit. You cried out louder than intended but you were quickly silenced by Baelor’s cock. He had straddled your chest so you couldn’t see his brother and his brother couldn’t see your blissed out expression as you sucked eagerly on his cock. He didn’t fuck your face brutally like his brother did. He simply stroked at your scalp while you bobbed on his dick that he held out for you. Baelor was more than ready to cum and so were you so it did not take long of you suckling on his tip with wide innocent doe eyes gazing up at him and lips stretched wide around his meaty girth for him to cum and fill your waiting mouth. At the same time you finally released on Maekar’s tongue, his technique bringing you to your peak with expediency. Both men climbed off our you rather quickly, knowing you would be exhausted.
They set to work to clean you up as best as they could give the less-than-ideal room. Maekar wiped his slobber and your slick that had gathered on your ass and cunt with his tunic so you would not ooze across every surface of the room. Baelor resolved that you would have to be snuck back into your chambers as your dress and hair made apparent exactly what had happened in the solar, so he decided upon cleaning your face a chest, yet his brother had already completed these tasks for your better comfort and had you rested upon his chest, eyes closed and breathing softly in relaxation. He did not kiss you nor pet your hair as he did after your trysts, but instead held you tightly and stroked your shoulder so lightly it was almost imperceptible. Baelor began to organize his desk and once he was finished, he saw that you were still curled up but instead held you tightly and stroked your shoulder so lightly it was almost imperceptible. Baelor began to organize his desk and once he was finished, he saw that you were still curled up, but Maekar had rested his chin against the atop of your head and his yes too had closed in comfort. This arrangement would certainly make Baelor’s life easier twofold.