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He's laying in the water begging God to let him drown
Rhaenyra knew that bringing in new dragon riders would not be so easy.
Despite Jace's response on the matter, his heir was still skeptical about the decision made. However, Rhaenyra knew that the opportunity was perfect: if she had enough riders to take Vermithor and Silverwing, the Crown Prince would be out of danger. And so she achieved her perfect goal, through a test, to get her new riders. Hugh and Ulf, despite their questionable Targaryen heritage, tamed the two missing dragons and there the queen of the Seven Kingdoms knew that it was just a matter of time before she took King's Landing under her hand. At that very moment, the state of the war had completely changed its course, everything balancing in her favor.
But even with the preparations, there was one more loose end to tie up.
Preventing Jace from marching into battle.
The tower to the west of the castle, a place where Jace had gone during his childhood, seemed to be the safest place to keep him. Despite the little use that the room had, after so many years, Rhaenyra planned to use it one last time. Her maids took care of removing the dust that was scattered between the furniture, changing the silk sheets, and putting new ones in their place. The queen could see how the candlelight illuminated the dark place, the heavy curtains that hung over the only window that faced outside. Her fingers touched the figures carved into the masts of the bed, with gold between their features, dragons and men telling a story between the hard and tight lines. The red fabrics that were hanging above the bed accompanied the golden details of the posts.
"Do you want us to remove that, your grace?" Elinda asked from behind her.
Rhaenyra immediately shook her head gently. "No, it stays there."
Elinda, without even muttering a question, nodded before returning to her tasks. In the distance, the heir to the Iron Throne could see that a storm was about to form, brewing in the distance. She gulped, dreading the moment when she would have to face her son's wrath at the prospect of not participating in the battlefield like the rest. Without further ado, she left the chamber where the necessary preparations were taking place.
The dinner where she was in charge of being the hostess was the turning point.
Jace was sitting to her right, being seconded by Addam: the boy who was under the employ of Corlys Velaryon; while to her left was Baela and next to her Hugh, both already accustomed to the cordialities of the court. However, despite her poor taste, Ulf was perched right in front of her at the other end of the table. She was cordial to the disgusting attitude of the commoner, but she knew that Jace was disgusted to the point of not being able to bear it. However, the presence of her mother reminded her that he was a well-educated prince, a good boy.
Her good boy.
Rhaenyra glanced at him from the corner of her eye, smirking.
Jace tried not to blush at that, deciding to continue sipping wine from his glass and swallowing the contents hard down his throat.
(His mother noted the slight trace of the collar she placed on Jace days before, almost unable to help herself.)
As she was about to make a toast, Maester Geraldys decided to interrupt her with a message from Herrenhal; surprising the queen as it was a message from Simon Strong, not her husband Daemon. She shivered a little at the news, deciding that going to the Riverlands was going to be her next task. As she turned, her gaze fixed on Jacaerys, just for a second – no, she needed him in the keep. So, without even thinking, she opened her mouth:
“Addam,” she called. “Please, come with me.”
The dark-skinned boy nodded, standing up to his queen.
Without a word, without questioning his queen’s words, showing the finest obedience.
Jace blinked in bewilderment, watching as his mother rode away with one of her riders, leaving him behind. His blood boiled with fury and betrayal, clearly masking the jealousy that was lodged deep within him. The necklace seemed to burn his skin, leaving a more permanent mark than he realized. He wasn't surprised to see that he had finished the glass of wine so quickly, fading the blush from his cheeks even further.
As soon as Rhaenyra returned from Herrenhal, despite her short journey, she knew she had to get her dragonriders ready to accompany Corlys to the Gullet. Her lord Hand had already left for Dragonstone Harbor, where he would spend the night before embarking with his fleet. Addam excused himself so he could get ready with his armor, performing one last test before taking on the mission the next day. Rhaenyra allowed him to leave with a sideways smile, feeling benevolent for his assistance, and watched him leave for his new guest quarters. The queen took a deep breath, ready to find Maester Geraldys to check if he had done her small requested favor before flying to Herrenhal. However, she stopped when she heard her boy's voice from the open door of her quarters.
She took slow steps to be able to peek her head out a little, coming across an image that horrified her to the point of making her tremble.
(Rhaenyra had never felt so afraid as at that moment.)
Jace was wearing armor, black and red, with small traces of gold on his shoulders and chest. A red cape, a crimson color that highlighted his figure with absolute grace, his curly hair falling freely to his sides. His sword, which hung from his waist, was tied to the belt with dragon details on the belt that was lost behind his cape. Suddenly, a helmet of the same color hovered over his dark, unruly hair, hiding his features. For a moment, for a miserable moment, she did not recognize that boy. Rhaenyra had to cover her mouth to keep from letting out a sob, feeling her amethyst eyes fill with tears that soon ran down her cheeks.
She leaned her back to the side, completely hiding herself from the view of Jace or any of his court.
No.
No, she would not allow this.
There was no way she would allow herself to watch Jace march off to war.
The queen continued on her way, finally with a resolution to her problem. Maester Geraldys left the small favor she had asked of him in her study, taking his attention as she crossed the threshold and locking herself there for the next few hours, shadowed by her fear and anger. Elinda tried to call her to let her know that supper was ready, but she only asked for one thing: Prince Jacaerys' presence in her study as soon as she finished her meal. Elinda, her sweet maid, did not question her tone and merely nodded before disappearing through the doors.
And her?
Rhaenyra filled her goblet with wine, setting the bottle aside, and examining it with her gaze.
(She knew her next actions would end up condemning her.)
What would you say if your greatest sin was loving your first child?
I do this for you, my boy.
She took a long sip from her goblet, letting the wine run down her throat, and swallowed before taking the small bag the maester left on her desk.
The powder was a crimson color, similar to the cloak Jace wore, and she took it in her fingers; analyzing its texture, its smell, its great softness, and its danger. She licked her lips, showing more skepticism than before, trembling at the prospect of her plan. Jace would hate her for the rest of his days, that was certain. But the prospect of losing him horrified her more than the hatred of her eldest son. She poured some of that crimson powder into the bottle, shaking it a little to mix the substance with the wine, hiding her next sin.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the tears that threatened to fall down her cheeks.
Maybe she was really going mad.
She set the bottle of wine down on the table and grabbed her glass again, taking another sip. She walked away from her desk to the door where the statue of Vermithor was visible. She gulped down the wine roughly, letting it settle in her stomach, and waited. She closed her eyes again when she heard the door open behind her, the quiet footsteps of the intruder in her space suddenly invading her. A clearing of the throat, which did not belong to her boy, was heard, and she tilted her head slightly to the side, not letting her face be seen.
“Prince Jacaerys, my queen,” the guard announced.
Rhaenyra’s voice did not waver. “You may leave.”
The door closed behind her again, leaving the queen and her prince alone.
Rhaenyra pressed her lips into a thin line, turning her gaze forward, remaining absolutely silent. She felt that if she spoke, she would break in front of her son.
My ruler is my mother, and I would not wish it otherwise.
“The riders are preparing,” Jace announced from behind her, his steps slow and deliberate. “I assume we will leave in the morning for the Gullet.”
She took another sip of her wine, quickly becoming intoxicated. To her left, she heard the sound of running liquid and did not have to guess what was happening: Jacaerys had poured wine into the remaining goblet. It only took one sip and he would fall into a deep sleep, in his mother's arms, where he would be carried to safety. The boy seemed confident that they would win whatever battle lay ahead.
“You missed supper,” her son mentioned as he walked up behind her, taking another sip from his cup.
Rhaenyra sighed, her voice suddenly sounding a little muffled. “I’ve lost my appetite.”
Jace's gaze permeated over her, his presence at her right side and Rhaenyra looked at him from the side; thus letting her amethyst orbs, swollen and red from her sorrow, show themselves in front of her firstborn. Jace frowned, perplexed by his mother's sad look.
"What is it, mother? S-Someone hurt you?" her boy accused before raising his hand. "Tell me who it was. I will bring you their tongue, mother."
"No, my boy," the queen declared, taking his hand. "It makes me sad that we have to get to this point. I fear for what I began."
"You are sending your dragons to declare to the enemy that we are strong. You should not fear for that."
"And yet, my boy, I fear for it."
Jace took a step towards her, invading her space. "We are prepared to fight the greens and take King's Landing. I will see that it is so when I ride Vermax tomorrow."
"You are leaving me," Rhaenyra complained, feeling her voice crack again.
"I would never leave you, mother."
"I was supposed to keep you safe here," the queen muttered, closing her eyes tightly. "Here, where I can see you, hear you, feel you..."
"I am your heir, I am fighting for my claim as well," Jace declared, resting his forehead against his mother's. "You will not be able to protect me forever."
Rhaenyra opened her eyes, completely enraged, furious with the words that came out of her prince's lips and it only took a quick movement of her hand to pull his brown hair and pull him towards her.
"Yes I can, boy," she muttered, so close to him that it almost felt like a kiss. "I can and I will. If I have to chain you up and lock you in a damn tower, don't doubt my words."
"You wouldn't dare."
"And you still doubt my word, Jacaerys." Rhaenyra's amethyst orbs showed more fury than her son was used to facing. "Tell me, what is it that you don't understand? You are mine."
"Mother..." Jace gasped.
"You will not go to the Gullet, you will stay here."
Jace tried to pull away from her, shaking his head, but she pulled harder at his hair. At least, to the point where it started to hurt him. The prince whimpered at the sharp pain, trying to create distance from his queen's bitterness. He knew she wasn't mad, but in that instant, he truly doubted her sanity.
"Mother, please..." Jace pleaded, sounding calm, a little dizzy. "Let go of me. Let me go."
"You're not going anywhere, Jacaerys," Rhaenyra muttered against his lips. "You're staying here, with me."
Jace pushed her away, gasping as he suddenly felt sick, blinking a few times to calm himself; his limbs were feeling heavy, his gaze unfocused. The wine goblet crashed to the floor, spilling the last of the wine inside. Rhaenyra stood in her place, watching the wine having its desired effect on the prince. She took a step forward, towards her boy, while Jace's face reflected panic. His stomach turned sweetly at the sight of the darkness in his mother's amethyst orbs.
"W-What...?"
“You left me no choice, Jace,” the queen replied, taking another step toward him.
Jace shook his head, taking a step back. His eyes filled with tears.
“Please, no.”
The queen smiled sadly. “I did it because I love you, my sweet boy.”
“M-Mother...”
Rhaenyra closed the distance between them as Jace's steps stumbled, grabbing his waist to pull him into her body. Jace gasped, trying not to sob, his head falling to his mother's shoulder. Rhaenyra hissed, calming her heir and placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Jace slowly closed his eyes, relaxing his stance and letting his full weight fall on his mother's figure. Her arms wrapped around her heir's body, pulling him close to her, holding him once more. The queen didn't hesitate to press her lips to the young prince's, tasting him once more.
Wanting to wrap her child in a restrained embrace.
“Sleep, my child,” she murmured against his lips.
As soon as Jace’s breathing calmed, Rhaenyra called out to the guard guarding the entrance to her study, ready to continue her task.
When Rhaenyra lost her mother, her pain was so little. She was a motherless daughter.
When she lost Lucerys, her pain was immense. However, she did not know how to define it.
And now?
Her son Viserys was gone. Missing, possibly dead, abandoned in the vast tide of the sea. With him, a large portion of Corlys Velaryon's fleet had also been sunk and defeated. Aegon barely made it to Dragonstone, collapsing in his mother's arms. Rhaenyra, despite the great weight now weighing down on her, thought this would drive her mad. She had lost so much, too much. Yet she had not lost her boy, her firstborn. Her tears were not shed in vain.
She had lost so much.
(But not everything, really.)
Her steps were firm against the stairs, her crown heavy on her head, her gaze fixed on the path ahead: her skirts dragged along the ground, leaving a trail that vanished in a matter of seconds. The tower was tall enough that no one would ask questions about her whereabouts within the fortress, her loneliness being the only excuse. The queen’s council did not question the decision to confine the crown prince, due to his unwillingness to help in the war, to a tower – she saw to that.
When she reached the door, she decided to wipe the fresh tears from her cheeks and felt more relaxed seeing that she would be spending time with her son for one more night. When she opened it, in the bedroom that she had ordered to be prepared, her boy was lying on the bed.
Jace gasped when he heard the door open.
Rhaenyra smiled.
Her boy, naked as the day he was born, whimpered from behind his gag. Jace tugged at his bonds, which held him immobile on the bed where he lay. His collar was placed perfectly on his neck, the golden chain also tied to one of the bedposts. The crown prince looked splendid to behold, flushed and greedy, like a prize of war for any who dared to cross those doors. Rhaenyra paused in the doorway to turn and close the door, leaving the two of them alone - no interruptions, no one to disturb them.
Just them.
And she had to admit that Jace was quite a sight for her tired eyes.
A very, very cute boy.
Jace tugged again, helpless in front of his queen, ready for her to take him again in the most carnal way possible.
“Hello, my little prince,” his mother cooed as she approached the bed. “Did you sleep well?”
Her boy's brown eyes stared at her intently, he couldn't utter a word because of the gag, like every time his mother burst into his cell since he woke up chained. As he woke up from his long sleep, he felt like he was floating; the soft silk sheets against his bare skin and the furs that covered him made him feel fuzzy but extremely warm. However, as he tried to close his mouth, which felt numb, he realized he was biting a gag. Trying to move, feeling something holding his hands and legs, made him tremble and panic. Where was he?
His mother came to him that same evening, bringing with her a tray of food to feed him.
Jacaerys begged in his broken voice for his queen to release him.
But she refused. Again and again and again.
The crown prince was helpless against his mother’s insistent, soft, possessive, and relentless touch. He writhed in pleasure between the red silk sheets, arching his back at the more intense intrusion, moaning until he had no voice. His sweaty, sated, and tired body collapsed against his bed; his mother’s kisses only served to comfort his sorrow – to feed his hunger and lust, too. The queen of the Seven Kingdoms kept her boy locked in a tower, a prisoner of her own pleasure.
(And that pattern repeated itself from then on.)
Jace blushed terribly.
“Have you been good to your mother?” the queen continued, sitting on the edge of the bed, raising a hand to caress Jace’s cheek.
The prince nodded, whimpering behind his gag.
“Oh, how could I forget…” Rhaenyra murmured, shaking her head.
Jace gasped as his mother removed the gag, a small trail of saliva connecting the gag and his swollen lips. The boy took a deep breath, his voice hoarse from not using it for hours. His brown orbs looked up at his mother’s face, who wore his late grandfather’s crown. Rhaenyra set the gag aside on the bed and made herself more comfortable – studying her heir’s face as he tried to catch his breath.
"I said... Have you been good to your mother?"
Jace nodded. "Yes... Yes, mother."
"I hope this isn't a lie, my boy. Because I wouldn't want to have to punish you."
Jace resisted the tremor that ran through him at the threat. He knew better than to anger his mother; not when she could torture him for an entire night, in so many ways, just to ruin him. His buttocks still ached from the spanking she had given him two nights ago. Oh, but to feel her fingers violating him, touching that spot that made him howl in pleasure until he passed out. The prince squeezed his eyes shut, wanting to fight the sweet tightness in his abdomen.
“I’ve been good, mother,” the boy insisted, nodding his head. “I’ve been a good boy.”
Rhaenyra couldn’t help but bite her lip at her boy’s response.
She wanted to possess him again.
Forget everything that was happening in the war and sink into the sheets with her favorite toy, with her good boy, with her greedy baby boy.
“My good boy,” she growled, caressing Jace’s lower lip. “I’ll have to give you a reward, then.”
She dipped her thumb into Jace’s mouth, silently commanding him to suck on the digit eagerly. The prince sucked eagerly, looking away from his queen, who was staring at him with an intensity that was overwhelming him. His cheeks flushed, turning a beautiful crimson red. Embarrassed, wanton, utterly lustful, and at the mercy of his queen. Jace wondered what she planned to do to him tonight. Rhaenyra pulled her thumb out of Jace’s mouth, cupping his chin to hold his gaze.
"What do you wish for tonight, Jacaerys?"
Jace spoke before thinking. "To be freed."
His mother's laughter, which he hadn't heard in a long time, not even since Lucerys died, finally took the prince's breath away. Jace gasped as he met his mother's dark gaze, demanding, greedy and utterly sinful. Rhaenyra slowly shook her head, making Jace's heart sink.
"I can't do that, my boy."
“Please, mother..."
“No, Jacaerys."
“Let me go, I beg you,” Jace said before letting out a sob.
Rhaenyra approached him. “You're not going anywhere, my boy. This is where you need to be, where you belong.”
Jace shook his head, sweet tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Where I can have you, my love. Where I can protect you, care for you, love you, and fuck you my way,” Rhaenyra continued, slowly uncovering her son's naked body. “Where you belong to me, all mine.”
His breath hitched as one of his mother's cold fingers touched one of his nipples, massaging it in her favor. Jace closed his eyes, arching his back at the pleasurable sensation. He didn't want to give in, to give satisfaction to his mother's actions; but it was almost impossible. Impossible to give in when it felt so, so good. He bit his lip to stifle a whimper. Rhaenyra watched her boy's reactions closely, pinching the nipple just right to make him gasp for breath. He was so receptive, her boy, so sensitive to his mother's touch. Despite his resistance, Jace always gave in in the end.
“Look at you, my sweet boy,” Rhaenyra purred, leaning close to his face. “Holding back on your mother.”
“N-No…” Jace stammered, tugging at his bonds.
Her tone was stern. “Don’t you dare lie to me, Jacaerys.”
Rhaenyra's fingers pinched Jace's nipple, causing the boy to whimper wetly into the room. Her hand moved again, leaving a languid, soft trace against Jace's chest. His skin prickled and the boy blushed deeper as his mother followed her trace down his abdomen, wanting to get to the one thing she wanted right now to undo her son. A bite hovered over his collarbone and a kiss soothed the small wound. Jacaerys's breathing hitched again, and he swallowed harshly and squeezed his eyes shut as his mother gripped his cock in a firm grip.
"Jace."
That monotonous tone, so familiar to the prince, passed through his ears. Her deep voice, full of unbridled and unrestrained desire, authoritative and demanding, made him blush more.
Jace.
(His mother was about to undo him again.)
"Jacaerys."
A hand touched his cheek, as gently as possible, bringing him back from his trance. Jace opened his eyes, meeting his mother's amethyst orbs, her face so close to his. She gave him a sly, almost condescending smile at the state her son was in. But there was also a maternal instinct that clung to her like a constant reminder.
“Breathe, my love,” the queen snapped in High Valyrian.
Jace realized that, in the throes of anticipation and pleasure, he had held his breath.
“Y-Yes, mother,” the boy stammered apologetically.
Rhaenyra nodded slowly to resume her movements, touching his cock more firmly, feeling the veins on his phallus run with blood. She stroked the head, running a finger along the sensitive opening and Jace let out a hoarse moan. His mother's hand grew wet from the semen that had leaked out, sliding more fluidly over his cock. The boy's head fell back against the pillow, moaning and groaning at the intense pleasure. His mother watched his every reaction in absolute wonder.
“That's it, my good boy,” she growled.
“Yes…” Jace stammered drunkenly.
“All mine,” the queen continued.
Jace, curiously, nodded without complaint.
The movements of his mother's hand against his cock became more insistent, faster, more relentless, driving the crown prince mad with great vehemence. Jace panted loudly, writhing in the sheets and his bonds from the sheer pleasure. His hips began to move at the overwhelming sensation of reaching his peak, his heart racing and his moans growing uncontrolled.
"M-Mother…" he pleaded.
"Tell me, sweet boy."
"More…I want more…"
"My sweet boy wants more?" his mother asked.
Jace nodded, imploring her with his eyes, biting her lower lip fervently.
The last thing he expected was to feel his mother's soft lips resting on the head of his cock, sucking lightly. Jace moaned loudly, stunned at the sight of his mother sucking on his head lewdly. Slowly, Rhaenyra pushed her head further down onto his cock, taking more and more into her mouth. Jace sobbed at the intense pleasure, beginning to move his hips slightly to fuck his mother's soft, wet mouth; he closed his eyes for a moment, feeling his body fall apart and his stomach tighten at the sensations.
“Like that, Mother,” Jace moaned. “Oh…more…more, please…”
He pulled at his bonds as he arched his back, helpless before his mother.
He had to remind himself that this wasn’t torture.
This was a reward.
My good boy.
Rhaenyra sucked more enthusiastically on the cock in her mouth, her hands slowly touching his balls, giving the boy more pleasure. Jace howled, tears streaming down his cheeks, moaning breathlessly. Wet in every way. She felt wetness between her legs too, completely turned on by her son's pleasure. Rhaenyra wanted to sink into Jacaerys so badly that she might not let him cum with her mouth. But her boy, her perfect prince, was such a good boy. No, she would make sure to make him come as many times as necessary. She continued to suck his cock more intensely, with the sole purpose of seeing him come undone with just her mouth.
"M-Mother… mother, please, slow down," her boy begged desperately. "Slow down…"
She pulled back from his cock, stroking it with her hand, her lips swollen. "Do you want me to stop, sweet boy?"
Jace shook his head. "N-No!"
"I want you to cum, Jace. I want your seed in my mouth. Can you do that for your mother?"
"Yes, mother," the boy mumbled, nodding.
Rhaenyra sucked his cock again, with new vigor, faster, harder, and Jace moaned with abandon. His abdomen tightened, clenching, and then he came into his mother’s mouth in a whimper. Rhaenyra swallowed her son’s seed, salty, down her throat and pulled away from her son as he collapsed onto the bed – his pleasure sated. His mother looked up at him adoringly, running a hand over his cheek.
“My good boy,” she murmured.
“Yours,” Jace whimpered softly.
The soft touch of her lips against his was the answer he got back.
Slowly, Jace began to catch his breath, unsure of what his mother was doing. He heard the soft thud of something being uncovered. He turned his gaze toward the noise, finding his mother's naked body walking towards the bed. Rhaenyra shed her dress and crown, standing naked before her boy. She dropped some oil in her hand to set the small bottle to the side as she positioned herself between Jace's legs. The prince blinked in confusion, tensing as his mother spread her legs wider, revealing her hole. She ran her soft finger against the cleft of his backside, slowly caressing his wet hole.
Jace hissed, overwhelmed.
Rhaenyra circled the muscle with her wet finger, slowly penetrating the hole and Jace was soon whimpering.
“Mother, I can’t…”
“Yes you can, my boy,” she said demandingly.
As soon as the knuckle sank in, she pulled it back and pushed it back in. Jace felt his breath drain away. She pushed her finger in again, wetter, and pulled out. One finger turned into two fingers, thrusting in and out of the wet hole; the prince whimpered in overstimulation, his cock twitching at his mother's ministrations. Those whimpers turned into sobs, and those sobs, in time, turned into loud moans. Rhaenyra watched intently as Jace's hips bucked against her fingers, seeking to reach deeper inside him.
“Does it feel good, sweet boy?” his mother asked.
Jace nodded, stunned.
Rhaenyra pumped her fingers faster, harder, suddenly hitting a spot that made her son cry out. Jace writhed in the sheets, wanton, tortured by the throes of his pleasure. Chasing his peak once more for release. His mother’s assault was merciless, giving him no respite or pause. Jacaerys sobbed as he felt himself close to his peak, but suddenly, that peak was just out of reach. Rhaenyra, just before her son came, pulled her fingers away and Jace groaned – glaring at her – completely furious.
"You wanted to cum, hmm?"
"You wish to torture me," Jace scowled.
"You are mine, Jacaerys," the queen snapped sternly. "I don't know how many more times I have to tell you that." She closed her boy's legs a little to straddle him. "Mine to care for, mine to love, mine to fuck. No one else has that privilege, only me. Do you understand me?"
Jace looked at her with a frown, petulant.
Rhaenyra grabbed the chain of his collar and pulled him towards her, the boy groaning at being held in an uncomfortable position. Their lips brushed for a moment. She grabbed his hard cock again, massaging it with her hand, keeping eye contact with the prince. Jace panted, trying to look angry and not aroused by his mother's touch on his cock. But it was nearly impossible. Not when she was sinking his phallus into her cunt so slowly.
"Did you understand me, Jacaerys?" Rhaenyra forced.
"Y-Yes... mother..."
And in that moment, she began to ride him, up and down. Sighs and moans could be heard in the captive prince's chambers, two dragons dancing in their own pleasure. Jace struggled to keep his eyes open, overwhelmed by the pleasure and the wet tightness of his mother's cunt. Rhaenyra moved her hips in an undulating manner, satiating his body with pleasure and using her son once; fucking him so that he would only remember her name once she was done with him. She considered riding his face before returning to her chambers, but watching her son undone in pleasure beneath her, now that was quite a sight. Jace's eyes rolled back, carried away by the pleasure, by the wildness and his lust, moving his hips to fuck his mother's cunt.
Maybe, he could leave his seed in her womb.
Deep inside her.
His mother rode him harder, as if she had read his thoughts.
Soon, his peak was close again.
“You are doing so well, sweet boy,” his mother moaned. “This is your reward.”
“Mother…”
“You are going to cum inside me,” she ordered. “And you are going to give me your seed.”
Jace nodded furiously, unable to form a word. Two more thrusts and two light touches to her clit had the queen tensing and coming in a gasp. Jace groaned at the perfect tightness over his cock and followed suit as well, painting the walls with his seed. The boy fell back onto the bed, exhausted, trying to catch his breath once more. Rhaenyra smiled, whimpering as she stood up, letting her son's tired cock fall to the side. Jace tilted his head towards her and received a deep kiss on his lips.
“Don’t think we’re done here, my sweet boy,” Rhaenyra whispered against his mouth. “I plan to ruin you for the rest of the night.”
Jace whimpered, trying weakly to get out of his bonds, to no avail. A true prisoner now.