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He had thought it a compromise. After Luke had allowed Rhaena too much leeway leading to them rushing off to elope before her swelling stomach could not be associated with a wedding night consummation, he had come to an agreement with Baela.
She had not seen any point in waiting for their wedding night, while Jace had very much not wanted to risk any rumours to follow Baela as they did his mother. They did not care but Jace very much did.
He allowed Baela her heavy petting, even to climb atop him and grind against the woollen trousers he had taken to wear to bed instead of his small clothes in preparation for her visits. He tried to circumvent his own desires, touching himself before she usually visited, to the very memories of those previous but Baela would tug their clothes, meld their bodies and plunder his mouth, making his cock harden again quickly. Even worse was the sensitivity the second time, where the divine torture of her thin small clothes would heat him though the layers and cause a wet mess to gather between them.
He knew at some point she would convince him to grind with just small clothes…and then without…and then the wet heat would be too overwhelming, and his cockhead would find itself snug within her.
So, he acquiesced her small clothes coming off. Jace had heard things on woman’s pleasure, the lords kiss had been murmured between lordlings his own age at some feasts and he had figured his tongue would be enough to meet her needs without worrying about the integrity of her maidenhead. Moondancer had likely long taken that first blood but if Jace even got to ease a finger in, it would escalate and he would be ball deeps leaking seed out of the woman who would one day be his wife and queen.
He couldn’t dishonour Baela in such a way. She deserved the wedding night befitting of her station and he wanted to be the man to give it to her.
He wasn’t as honourable as he would like, swiping his nose and trailing tongue within her cunny and drinking from her like a greedy drunk, continuing past her release to when her thighs would snap closed on his head and twist. It had been every day after the first time, only stopping for the torturous week of her moon’s blood. Jace was so desperate for it he’d almost ask to do so anyway. He’d kept his head though and had just smiled at Baela when she returned to his bed for their ritual, kissing her mouth slowly while she squirmed and tried to tempt him further than his due.
He had mused in his own journal if every man was as beastly as him in this way or if he was just so weak to Baela’s wiles. He had taken to reaffirming his promises nightly to not give into temptation any further before shuffling under his bed to return his journal into the hole under the bedframe he’d made when he’d started writing his more intimate thoughts down.
Only tonight a crack happened within the bedframe and clamped his arm in place. It didn’t hurt but when he tugged it, he knew he wouldn’t be able to free himself without help unless he wanted to cause unwanted injury to himself.
He was thankful Baela’s routine was so set and he wouldn’t have to wait until morning when a servant or more likely Aegon and Viserys came running in to wake him. He could do without that particular embarrassment thank you very much.
The tell-tale creak of his door sounded a while later followed by its slow close, and his sigh of relief was long at the new help to get him out.
After she was finished giggling at his awkward explanation, he adjusted himself to try allow for the easiest angle to pull his arm.
Except Baela didn’t start trying to figure out how best to free him. A familiar weight rested on his groin, and he tilted his head to the side to catch a glimpse of a rich silken nightdress pulled back to reveal a dark brown thigh before it pushed itself forward.
He couldn’t control the groan as his cock hardened quickly at the drag. He’d be lying if he said this wasn’t his favourite part of the day, but he would like to be able to touch her even if it would remain over her clothes before his kisses would wander to that sweet, sweet apex of her thighs.
“Baela—” All he got was a swat at his exposed stomach from his shirt riding up.
“Shhh my sweet betrothed. I will take my due and if you are good, I will allow you freedom.” He huffed a laugh at that which transformed into a hiss at another drag before the weight was removed from his aching cock.
He huffed again at the teasing, Baela has always loved her games, he’d love teasing her cunt to the edge tonight before giving her her peak.
Her hands went to his hips, and he lifted them to allow for an easier pull, but she didn’t pull at his hips, just his trousers.
“Baela..” His warning tone did nothing to stop her work and all he could do was shiver at the cold floor of his chambers against his arse.
He was consciously aware that she had never seen his cock before, and he couldn’t see her face to see if she found it a pleasing sight. He had always been meticulous with his hygiene, not even allowing for dirt to linger under his nail beds but he was conscious that even though he had bathed a few hours before maybe it was not the best staging for his cock to be seen the first time.
She could still call off the engagement, after all.
Her soft “Oh” made him want to move his free hand down to cover himself, maybe it was the hair? He and his brothers were exceedingly hairy for Valyrian men, hair trailed across his chest and down his belly button to surround his cock. Usually, it wouldn’t have been there but with the cold weather he hadn’t seen the point. He and Luke had always been religious on their grooming to not feel like wolves, especially around their intendeds. Maybe she liked it? Luke had said Rhaena had when they had met to wrangle their body hair together in moons passed.
His cock jumped when her hand wrapped around it, cold hands that Baela usually liked to put into their collars to make them jump in a much different way. Her hands were so much smaller and softer than his own and he was embarrassed by the mewls she could draw out of him in just a few pumps, pulling his foreskin back and forth.
“I should be more familiar with this by now, able to draw every vein and curve from memory, not seeing your cock for the first time, Jacaerys.” Jacaerys, she never called him that unless it followed “Prince” in front of visiting nobility. Even then Jace could always tell the teasing note under her breathe.
“I couldn’t—” A wet warmth covered his cockhead and Jace struggled for the right words. Stop? Don’t? He didn’t want either of those things. He could only draw out his filthy moan.
A small hesitant movement within that warmth clued him in quickly. Baela had his cock in her mouth. His cock was in Baela Targaryen’s mouth.
Anyone passing by would mistake him for a whore with how loud he moaned at just small kitten licks being pressed to his cock.
A particularly hard suck caused his hips to jump outside his power and a choking sound make him give panicked apologies resulting in a hard pinch to his exposed stomach.
“Had you not been greedy, I’d be able to swallow down this cock with no effort at all, it would belong down my throat and batter a place for itself. Instead, I’m having to learn lessons my own twin is long learned in.” An embarrassing squeal escaped his bitten lips at Baela’s hand squeezing harshly as it pumped his weeping cock once again. It took all his power not to beg for a return down her throat.
He was a prince, his mothers first born son, he could not allow for some of the more salacious traits assigned bastards be proven true by his weakness. Baela would enjoy her teasing and he would eat her cunt out until she sobbed in return. She would remain a maiden for their wedding in the grand sept of Kings Landing planned in not even 3 moons time. Luke and Rhaena’s babe would be born then and even old enough to travel to the capital.
It felt so far away and yet not. His niece or nephew would be here in no time while his cock would remain away from Baela’s sweet cunt for what seemed like years.
Her tongue returned to trail his shaft and he had to dig the nails of his trapped hand into his palm. The wet drag was heaven, if his tongue felt half as good, he could see why Baela returned night after night and risked ruin. Maybe a small adjustment to their deal could not hurt, he’d heard ways to accommodate both their tongues being in the places they wished at the same time. What a mouthwatering thought. His cock being lavished like this while he could punish and take Baela to ecstasy with swirls of his tongue and a grip of his hands to keep her legs wide no matter how hard she wanted to slam them closed.
He did nothing to stop the sounds leaving his mouth, instead used them to encourage every suction and bob that made his hips jerk up into Baela’s hands trying to weigh them back down. When her mouth left him, he felt pathetic as his hips rose to chase it.
He caught his breathe, now aware how much he’d been tensing his stomach to avoid an early spill like a green boy, in Baela’s mouth of all things.
That would definitely not endear her to do so again.
“If you thought this ended with your seed dripping down my chin, you clearly don’t realise how bad a boy you’ve been,” Her short nails tickled on the path she dragged them along his skin while his breathe hitched at the words when his brain became clear enough to interpret them.
She would help him out now, and he would devour her while giving himself much needed relief before spilling on the sheets. Humping his bed like a degenerate was not how he thought he’d come after Baela touched him for the first time, but it would have to do. He was proud at his continued strength in this. Baela was a temptation sent from the gods to be sure.
Whether the oppressive ones of the Andals or the sex orgy ones of their ancestors he didn’t know.
“Well help me out so I can apolo—" A yelp stopped that olive branch where it started. A warmth dragged across him again, but he knew it to be different and a panic bubbled in him.
“Baela…” He tried to project his voice, much like he did when called to King’s Landing for official business and of course Baela saw right through his bravado.
“Oh, is this a command from the future Prince of Dragonstone? How unfortunate I cannot see your face to know it is my prince who is commanding me. This cock could belong to anyone...” She dragged her hips back and forth over him; her lips were dripping, and he felt dizzy wondering if she had been fingering herself while sucking his cock. He almost wished he could be out from under this bed to have her, but he knew he would be honour bound to stop her. And he didn’t want to.
“I-I don’t want to hurt you, your maidenhead should be taken in our marriage bed,” A particularly hard grind had the head of him trace her hole and his hips jumped again, thankfully to not catch and instead slide and bump her clit, dragging a high pitched mewl he’d not think her capable of, “when I can look upon your face.”
“Too late for that, my prince,” She rotated the cockhead around the hole again, except this time she grabbed his cock in her hand, and he knew no such slips would happen this time.
The feel of the warmth slowly easing over his cock was indescribable and all he could do was hyperventilate at the slow stretch. Baela took her time and the little puffs she released as well as the tight squeeze made him believe maybe Moondancer hadn’t done as thorough a job at ridding her of her maiden’s blood as he’d assumed. He could fix that.
“I’m sorry.”
“W-What?” Baela grunted before shrieking when he thrust his hips up quickly, banging his ribs against the bed’s underside, but it felt like nothing in comparison to Baela dropping fully on his cock, the accompanying thump on the bed above him told the story of her head resting there, probably on her arms as she took in the feel of him. His cock was big, he knew from enough lingering glances when he would visit the bath houses Dragonstone was famous for, he wondered what she thought of it, how it felt. He hoped she could feel him in her throat, that no other man could ever compare, that she would cry from emptiness when he left and be left frustrated by her own fingers at night. Frustrated enough to crawl into his bed and lavish his cock before slipping down on it again.
It was a dangerous thing, a woman on your cock. He seen why men went mad at the promise of such a thing. Even while still adjusting he could feel Baela’s heartbeat, her stilted breathing and when she would inch her hips in experimentation it took all his will to not command her to ride him like she would her dragon. He needed to see it.
“Baela, let me out.” Like she had woken from a daze, instead his lovely betrothed answered in the negative and started to stubbornly move, moaning louder as she went. The loud squelch of her cunt hitting his stomach was sure to have him come quickly alone. Of course, Baela had to speak to worsen his prospects.
“Its too late, you won’t get out until I drain you dry. I’ll walk the keep tomorrow with your seed leaking down my highs, staining my smallclothes as it escapes my cunny in lessons, and I’ll make you refill it once empty all through the day.” He was already terrible at formal translations in Valyrian he couldn’t imagine his trouble when he knows Baela would probably be covertly slipping her hand under her skirts to taste the seed still there.
“You’ll have me in the library, the room of the painted table, even the fucking stables. You won’t even need to ask, you can just flip my skirt and stick your cock in until I’m gaping open, your own scabbard to rest your cock whenever you want.” He couldn’t describe what she was doing now other than bouncing, strong thighs honed from years of dragon riding being put to work to milk him for seed. She rose high enough for it to feel as though he was entering her all over again but never high enough to free him from the torment of her scorching insides.
Mayhaps he had been too harsh on Luke for his weakness in succumbing to Rhaena’s wiles. Had Baela come to him asking to see and touch his cock to relieve the fear of the marriage bed he would’ve given in knowing the twins’ history. A woman touching your cock was divine, how was Luke to stop her explorations brought about by fear? Wouldn’t a good betrothed make sure his future wife would not fear him?
Jace doubted Baela had any fear of him as the longer they went the faster and more in tune she seemed to be to his body’s wants. The familiar feeling could not be held any longer.
“Baela, please, I will spend.” The words were rushed and must’ve sounded like gibberish because they cause her pace to quicken and suck the seed from his balls in quick succession, moans being punched from her when he couldn’t help but thrust upwards in his flailing during his peak. Unable to stop as where they connected became a familiar mess of their fluids and he caught a glimpse of that divine cunt spread on his cock that was still nestled within the warmth of her. He never wanted to look away.
It was a daze from there, Baelas shaking legs were the main event as he watched them struggle to find balance after the sinful pull of his cock from her cunt. Watching his seed trail her inner leg made it hard to cooperate with the instructions she would bark to allow for his freedom.
How was a man to hear, speak, see after losing his maidenhead to the most beautiful woman in the realm?
He rolled his arm back when she’d finally managed to free him, wincing and shifting from foot to foot. He had done that to her.
Well, he had helped at least.
He wasn’t sure what compelled him but he ran his hands down Baela’s sides, before pulling the silk up her body and over her head, mindful even in haste to not disturb the intricate braids her hair had been constructed into by her ladies maids for the night.
Full breasts perking at the movement of the garment coming off and dusky nipples hardening at the chill of being uncovered despite his room being quite warm.
He kissed her, bare legs brushing against each other as they spun unseeing to return to his bed. This time thankfully on top of the bloody thing.
Baela looked up at him, seemingly sheepish as he ran his hands across the expanse of her, gliding over goose bumped skin that felt scalding under his palms.
“See? And you wanted to keep me waiting.” She teased.
He snorted burying his face into her neck and enjoying the feel of just skin on skin. Luke had explained after he and Rhaena had returned, lips and palms cut, that it had gotten so intoxicating he couldn’t say no. Especially when he’d go to his bed chambers and Rhaena would be laying there, sans any attire befitting the daughter of a prince.
Jace had thought him weak for it in the moment and worried for the gossip that would spring from their elopement.
But apparently it was more believable for Luke, who had always been the perfect gentlemen towards Rhaena in courtly proceedings, to have wanted to rush off on dragon back with his beloved to wed her as soon as possible. Songs had already made their way off Dragonstone of the Velaryon prince and his dragon bride.
Jace hoped no songs of he and Baela would escape the island unless they were appropriate for betrotheds.
“—probably been waiting months after the wedding night had I left it up to you.”
An idea sparked in his head; he jolted up from their embrace ignoring the gasp it tore from Baela. She didn’t even have time to curse him when he flipped her over onto her belly and knees, giving her arse a firm slap, pulling another gasp from her.
He nearly groaned at the sight of her cunt, its usually puffiness after release plain to see but the ooze of his own spend drying on her lips while more escaped to do the same had his mouth watering. It didn’t take much to harden him but this view definitely sent his cock to work.
“I have been neglecting you it seems,” he had to ignore the groaned gods she returned, or he’d lose his nerve, “don’t worry I will make sure my duty is filled. I will make up for every day I’ve left you empty…”
He would like fawning at the fact he didn’t explode the second he entered her warmth again. He couldn’t believe he’d just been there not long ago. It felt like the first time. Mayhaps this was how people spared themselves the guilt of laying with each other before marriage. If it still felt the same on the wedding night, it could hardly be seen as stealing the experience from those present at the bedding ceremony?
Was their skin this loud the first time? Was he? Baela was certainly louder this time, mayhaps this was how people were meant to fuck. Like dogs.
Her knuckles paled with how tight she gripped the sheet under her, with every snap of his hips a new foreign sound exited her. Baela Targaryen left speechless by him. It was nearly as thrilling as fucking her cunt. He did that to her.
Of course, the view of his cock disappearing and reappearing was bound to have its effect and with a shout he collapsed onto Baela’s back not managing to catch himself before he flattened her under him. The accompanying groan from her had him quickly scrambling off, not being able to stop the moan as his softening cock left her.
They stared at each other, panting and a bit shocked at each other’s boldness. He searched for what to say, if he should apologise until—
“I hope you don’t think because of this you do not have to see through our nightly ritual.” And what was sure to be a laborious feat she raised her legs and bent them to her chest, showcasing the fresh spend from what they had done this night.
All Jace could do was smile and after a quick peck, get back to their courting.
They weren’t married yet after all.