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The castle was quiet today, except for the soft clicking of the wood from the fireplace in your chamber. The nights were cold lately— wind drifted through the window, brushing against your shoulders, as you sat by the desk, finishing one of the many letters you were expected to send soon.
Being married to the Hand of the King came with many obligations, and one of them was handling your husband's correspondence when he was away.
Baelor was an organized man. He tried to be, at least. He hated to leave things unfinished, and more than that, he hated leaving his work to you.
But you were more than glad to help. Your husband was always good to you — kind, loyal, and patient — so why not pay that back?
Baelor had never in your marriage disrespected you, your opinions, or boundaries. He actually cared about you, which was rather rare in men with high status like him.
He was older, yes. That scared you at first, when your father announced the proposal to you, but you gritted your teeth, and didn't complain once. After all, marrying the heir to the Iron Throne wasn't the worst option — you'd become the Queen one day. Something most women would kill for.
But with time, your relationship developed. You found yourself fallen stupidly in love with this old man, because he knew exactly how to charm you, leaving you missing him during nights like this one.
Sleep was creeping over you. Letters started to blur on the paper when you heard the heavy door opening behind you, followed by soft, familiar footsteps. You turned your head to see your maid enter the chamber, smiling lightly at you.
"The Prince asks to see you, my Lady," you heard, and your face lit up immediately, the exhaustion from just moments before seemed to vanish completely.
"Is he back?" you asked standing up joyfully from your chair, lips curving into a grin.
"He has just returned—" she replied, and you could've sworn she opened her mouth to add something more, but you were already walking toward the door, and nothing else mattered. Only your husband.
Gods, how you've missed him. You rushed through the halls of the castle in nothing but your nightgown as if Baelor might disappear again at any moment, and when you finally reached his door, you couldn't be bothered to knock. You just opened the door, and saw him standing there, waiting for you. Without wasting any time, you threw yourself around his neck, and Baelor's hands were on your waist within seconds.
"Oh, Baelor! How I missed you," you muttered into his chest, and he chuckled. The sound vibrated from his chest, and he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head.
"I missed you too," he whispered in a low voice, grabbing your jaw with his fingers, and angling it up to see your face. "Spent every night away thinking of my beautiful wife."
You blushed, and your eyes landed on his mouth, instinctively biting your lower lip in anticipation. Your hands drifted from Baelor's neck to his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through his clothing, and how fast his heart was beating. His gaze followed the movement of your hands, almost as if studying it.
"What were my girl up to when I was away, hmm…?" he murmured, tightening the grip of his left hand on your waist and pulling you impossibly closer to him.
You shrugged in response, pretended to think for a moment, before replying.
"Nothing particular," you smirked. "The days were rather boring without you here… and the nights."
"Oh, is that so?" he laughed genuinely, clearly satisfied with your answer.
"Mhmmm…" you giggled, then leaned close enough to let your lips brush against his. "Every night was a torture, without you next to me in bed."
Baelor ticked his jaw, and he swallowed hard, You noticed his expression shifting. His pupils began to darken with lust — a view already familiar to you — and his breathing was already uneven.
"I didn't mean to keep you worked up during my absence," he purred, closing the space between you two, and sealing your lips with a kiss. You deepened it without hesitation, and Baelor's hand grasped your hair at the back of your head, making it impossible for you to pull away.
Your tongues tangled, and you could feel the heat pooling down in your belly. You let out a muffled moan, and your husband smiled against your mouth. His hand let go of your hair only to wander lower, squeezing the curve of your ass.
"Guess I shall make it up to you," his hand moved down, lifting your nightgown, and finding its place between your thighs. He caressed them gently for a brief moment, before hooking his fingers inside your panties. His fingers moved with precision, gathering your wetness, then circling your clit lazily. You whimpered, as Baelor made it difficult for you to stand still with his palm between your legs.
"Gods, you're so wet, sweetheart," he muttered, leaning in toward the crease of your neck to whisper in your ear. "Must have really missed me."
"Mghhh—”
"I'd be lying If I said I hadn't missed that sweet cunt of yours," he rasped, pushing his fingers knuckle-deep inside you.
"Baelor—" you breathed with urgency. "Please, my love—”
"I know, baby… I know. My hands are much bigger than yours, huh? I bet you were touching yourself when I was away. Impatient little thing."
"Baelor—” you repeated.
"Answer me. Were you?"
You squirmed for a moment, biting your tongue, and Baelor saw how reluctant you were to answer. He dug his fingers deeper, curving them just right, and fucking the answer out of you.
"Yes! Fuck—" you moaned. "I was. I couldn't wait. I had to touch myself to pretend you're there. Please, Baelor… just fuck me already."
He hummed at that, and his fingers finally left your throbbing hole, leaving you unsatisfied. His hand moved to fix the hair that had fallen across your face, tucking the strand behind your ear.
"If that's what my wife wants."
You barely had a chance to react. Baelor was already scooping you into his arms, and lifting you up as you giggled enthusiastically. You both landed on the bed in no time. He laid you down gently, but there was weight in the way his palms pressed your wrists above your head, reminding of his dominance. Then, his hands moved everywhere he could reach, touching your neck, breast, waist — making sure you felt how much he missed you.
You arched instinctively toward him, nightgown already rucked up around your hips , thighs parting in invitation and Baelor's gaze dropped between your legs. He smirked, licking his bottom lip as he took in the sight of your soaked panties clinging to your folds.
"Look at that," he murmured with a tune of amusement in his voice. One large hand slid up your inner thigh, and his thumb brushed just beneath the hem of your underwear teasingly. "You're dripping."
Your hips twitched upward in silent demand, and your husband chuckled. His fingers finally hooked into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down slowly. You lifted your legs to help him, but he took his time anyway. The cool night air kissed your bare, glistening cunt, and when the fabric finally slipped past your ankles, Baelor tossed it aside. He settled more firmly between your legs — broad shoulders holding you open.
One of his thick fingers traced lightly along your soaked slit without giving you any real pressure. You whimpered in response, trying to rock against his hand for more friction, but Baelor clicked his tounge in gentle disapproval.
"Patience," he chided, though his voice was warm, loving even. "You've already been impatient enough while I was away, haven't you?"
Your cheeks burned. You opened your mouth to protest, or maybe to sass him back but the words died when he leaned down, and pressed a single feather-light kiss right above your clit.
"Did you really think your little fingers could satisfy you when I was gone?" he said, right before pressing another soft kiss, this time lower, on your swollen folds. "Did you moan my name into the empty bed like a desperate little wife?"
"Ah!—"
Baelor pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. He raised one of his brows in mock curiosity, waiting for your answer while his fingers continued its lazy exploration, circling your entrance without pushing inside. You squirmed, aching with need.
"Baelor—" you breathed, trying to sound sweet, but the frustration was already taking over.
He smiled against your thigh, nipping lightly at the soft skin there.
"Yes?" he answered, gaze still fixated on where he was toying with you.
"I just—" you hesitated. "I needed you."
Baelor hummed in approval, and left another slow, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh.
"Oh, I know. You needed me so badly that you couldn't even wait a few nights. Couldn't trust that your husband would come back and take care of you."
With that, his finger slid inside you, hitting the spot that made your toes curl. He pumped it once, twice, then stilled. You moaned frenzied through the bliss, trying to take his finger deeper on your own, but his free hand pressed down firmly on your lower belly, keeping you pinned to the bed.
"Shh," he soothed. "I'm not angry, sweetheart. Just disappointed that my beloved wife had her pleasure without me."
Baelor thrusted his finger, then added a second, streching you open, while his thumb hovered above your clit. Then, he leaned in, dragging his tongue over your pussy in one, long and slow stripe. You whimpered, unprepared to feel his mouth on you, and your hand flew to grab at the sheets, squeezing them to ground yourself.
He sealed his lips around your clit and began sucking gently. Your back arched off the bed at that, making your husband pull back again.
"Baelor— please—!" you sighed as your hands fisted the blankets.
"Not. Yet." he muttered against your pussy, and his voice vibrated through you. "You're going to stay right here, spread open, and let me enjoy what's mine. And every time you try to rush me…" he gave your clit another teasing lick. "I'll start over."
"Mghh—" you let out a frustrated, little growl, that made Baelor chuckle. You enjoyed this, obviously, but at the same time… it wasn't enough. You wanted to snap at him, to tell him to quit teasing you, and just fuck you properly already, but you obeyed instead. You let him do as he pleased, thighs trembling around his broad shoulders even as you huffed in irritation.
Baelor didn't give you much time to complain further. He dove in like a man starved, (which he was). There was no more teasing licks. His tongue plunged inside you, fucking you as deep as it could, curling to lap at your walls, while his nose ground against you. He groaned loudly into you as he tasted every drop of your arousal.
"Baelor! Oh gods—" you cried out, and he spread you even wider. His tongue worked you mercilessly — confident strokes mixed with quick, flicking circles over your clit, filling up the chamber with filthy wet sounds. Every time your hips bucked, he pinned them harder, forcing you to take the overwhelming pressure without a chance to escape.
"Mghh!! Fuck! Baelor—" you moaned, voice breaking.
Two of his fingers suddenly thrusted deeper inside you, curling ruthlessly against the spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. The pleasure coiled tight in your belly. Your thighs shook violently around his head, and your hips tried to grind against his mouth despite the iron grip he kept on you. You were so close, teetering on the edge as your walls fluttered around his fingers.
And just when you were right there… he stopped.
Baelor pulled his mouth away from your throbbing pussy, and his fingers slid out of you slowly, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. The denial hit like a shock, and the peak you had almost reached crashed back down into aching frustration.
"Baelor— what… no— I was so close—" You let out a loud, confused whine. Your body still twitched with the ghost of release.
Baelor rose up from between your legs, lips and beard glistened with your juices. His hand caressed your trembling thigh, almost soothingly.
"You're gonna cum on my cock," he exclaimed, leaving no room for argument. "Not on my tongue or my fingers but on my cock like a good wife should."
Baelor leaned over you, caging you in with his muscular arms. You felt how his clothed erection pressed against your core, and that only left you more querulous. You continued whining in anticipation, eager to have him inside you.
"Understand?" He murmured, brushing his lips against yours so you could taste yourself on him. His hand slid between your bodies, palming your breast through the nightgown, thumb circling your nipple. "Or do I need to edge you a few more times until you remember who decides when you get to cum?"
"Mhm… understood," you nodded quickly, voice small and obedient.
Baelor brushed a stray lock of hair from your face tenderly, then pressed a kiss to your forehead.
"Good girl," he praised and his words sent a fresh pulse of heat straight to your most vulnerable place.
Without warning, he brought the two fingers he just had buried inside you up to your lips, shiny and wet with your own arousal. The scent was heavy in the air between you.
"Open," he ordered softly.
You parted your lips, and he slid his them into your mouth, pressing against yours tongue.
"Suck," he whispered, watching intently as you closed your lips around them. "Taste how sweet you are."
You moaned around his fingers. Your cheeks hollowed as you sucked, and your tongue swirled around the way you knew he liked. Baelor's gaze was still locked on yours mouth. His jaw was tight, and his breathing got heavier as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out between your lips.
"That's it… just like that," he rasped. "Clean them up nicely for me, baby. Show me how good you can be when you listen."
You kept sucking, feeling the tangy and intimate taste on your palate. After a few moments, Baelor pulled his fingers out with a wet pop, and a thin string of saliva connected them to your mouth for a heartbeat before it broke. Your eyes were glassy as you looked at it, lips still parted.
Baelor sat back on his heels between your spread thighs, and reached down to unbuckle his belt. The metal clinked, followed by the rustling of leather as he shoved his trousers down just enough for his thick cock to spring free. The head glistened with a bead of precum at the tip, making your mouth water.
You couldn't help the needy little whimper that escaped you at the sight, watching how his veiny length pulsed as it bobbed against his stomach. Baelor wrapped his large hand around the base, giving himself an easy stroke.
"See what you do to me, my beautiful wite? A few nights away and my cock's been aching for this tight little hole." He said with urgency, then tapped the tip on your clit once, making you jolt and whine.
"Mhh—"
Baelor's forearm rested beside your head while his other hand guided him to your entrance. He rubbed it slowy up and down your folds first, coating himself before pressing forward.
"Easy, sweetheart…" he coaxed right against your ear as the blunt head began to stretch you open "That's it… just like that."
You whimpered audibly as he pushed in the first inches. Your walls fluttered around his girth. He was so big, and Baelor was absolutely right — your fingers could never satisfy you as much — especially tonight, after days apart. The stretched burned so pleasingly, causing you to cry out.
"Shhh, I've got you, baby." he paused to let you adjust. His free hand moved to your hip, and he began caressing it in soothing circles. "You're doing so well already. Such a good wife…"
He rocked forward another inch, keeping his face close to yours, and placed a soft kiss on your lips. He watched you with hooded eyes, looking for every sign of discomfort or pain, but he found none — only pleasure.
"You're so warm around me, it's like you're made for it. I'm convinced Gods sent you just for me, darling." he breathed, then placed another kiss, this time to your temple. Then yet another to your cheek, murmuring sweet nothings between gentle thrusts as he worked himself deeper. Eventually, his gaze dropped lower to where your bodies were connected. "My beloved wife… you open up so nicely for me, do you know that?"
With another push, he sank in even further, and you squealed. Your nails dug into his shoulders through the shirt, which all of the sudden, became very irritating to you.
"Mghh— Take it off…—" you demanded, fingers tugging at the fabric in frustration.
Baelor let out an amused chuckle, and paused his movements, buried inside you just to look at your flushed face.
"Bossy tonight, aren't we?" he teased, yet obliged without hesitation. He reached back with one hand, grabbing the hem of the shirt, and pulled it up and off. The clothing was quickly tossed aside, becoming forgotten somewhere on the wooden floor.
You inhaled as his muscular body was revealed to you, making years of training fully visible — strong arms, well-built chest dusted with dark hair that trailed down toward his abdomen, and a few faint scars that only made him look more imposing.
Now, completely bare, he settled back over you, and the heat of his skin smooched your body. Your hands immediately slider over the firm muscles of his shoulders and back, nails tracing lightly, this time without the barrier of cloth.
"Better?" he asked, dipping in his head to kiss along your jaw. His hips gave one shallow rock forward.
"Mhm… Much better." you smiled, tilting your head to expose your neck to Baelor, giving him easier access. He followed quickly, placing many open-mouthed kisses, as he moved slowly back and forth.
"Anything else my demanding wife wants?"
"No. It's perfect…" you replied, clearly satisfied.
Baelor smiled against your throat, occasionally dragging his teeth across your pulse point, and you moaned in ecstasy.
"Gods— yes!" you cried out as pleasure sparkled through you with every thrust. You were unashamedly vocal — moans and gasps spilled freely from your lips. "Feels s'good… so deep—"
"Yeah? Let me hear you, baby. You sound so pretty…" he groaned, and his pace picked up just a little, pushing more sounds out of you.
You arched beneath him, crying out again when he hit that perfect spot inside you.
"Baelor! Oh fuck— right there… don't stop—"
He didn't dare to stop. He kept the exact same angle, driving into you with steadiness. His hips rolled, and his cock dragged against your spongy walls, grinding on your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your head tipped back against the pillows as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your belly.
"I'm close—" you gasped, voice trembling with urgency. "I'm so close, Baelor—"
He lifted his face from your neck to look at your face. His grip on your hip tightened, holding you steady as he fucked you just right.
"I know you are. Can feel you squeezing me. You don't need to hold back anymore, baby. I'm here, you can cum." he encouraged, keeping his tone warm and soothing.
You moaned in response, and he leaned down again, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
"You've been such a good wife for me tonight. Go on… Cum on my cock. I've got you. Let me feel how much you missed me."
The words tipped you over. Your orgasm crashed through you, and a broken cry from your throat followed.
"Baelor!"
Your walls clamped down around his cock as pleasure tore through your every nerve. Your back arched drastically off the bed. Your nails scratched Baelor's back while your thighs clenched around his hips. You came with his name on your lips, soaking his length as wave after wave rolled through you.
"Fuck—" he rasped, thrusting once, twice more before burying himself to the hilt with a guttural moan. His hips stayed flush against yours as he came. Thick ropes of his seed spilled deep inside you, and Baelor stayed there, pulsing and flooding your womb. He stayed like this for a moment, holding you close as your chest heaved right against his, pecking delicate kisses over your jaw. Then, rocked gently through the aftershocks, making sure you feel every drop of his cum, breeding you until he emptied himself completely.
Baelor pressed his forehead to yours. His eyes stayed half-lidded and his breathing was ragged, yet he found the energy for his hand to come up to cup your cheek. The thumb brushed tenderly over your skin.
"I love you," he whispered. His voice was rough from extortion, yet familiarly warm. "Gods, I love you so much. You have no idea."
He pressed your lips to yours, and it felt as if the time froze. You deepened the kiss with no hesitation, and when Baelor finally pulled back, his eyes met your gaze again.
"You're everything to me."