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Several days after their wedding, the newly bound princes Baelor and Maekar found themselves utterly obsessed with one another. Despite their royal duties and the watchful eyes of the Red Keep, they stole every possible moment for themselves, slipping away to their private chambers whenever they could. No matter how many times they came together, it was never enough. Their bodies craved each other constantly, drawn together by a fierce, almost desperate passion that left little room for anything else.
Baelor and Maekar stood facing each other in the center of the room, both completely naked. Maekar’s long silver hair spilled loose down his back, framing his flushed face and the elegant lines of his body. His cunt was already glistening with slick, the plump pink lips slightly parted, clit swollen and peeking out.
Baelor stepped close, one large hand sliding possessively over Maekar’s hip while the other cupped the back of his neck. He leaned in and kissed him slowly, deeply, tongues gliding together in a lazy, heated dance. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with hunger and love.
“Look at you, my sweet husband,” Baelor murmured, voice low and rough. “So beautiful. So ready for me already.”
His free hand drifted down between Maekar’s thighs. Two thick fingers parted the slick folds, stroking slowly up and down the wet slit before circling the sensitive clit with feather-light touches. Maekar shivered, a soft whimper escaping his lips. Baelor’s thick cock, already rock-hard and leaking, rested heavy against Maekar’s lower belly. He wrapped his hand around the base and dragged the fat, glistening head through Maekar’s cunt — sliding it up and down the slick folds, rubbing the swollen head over the clit, then back down to nudge teasingly against the tight entrance without pushing inside.
Maekar’s breath hitched, hips twitching forward instinctively. “Baelor…”
“Shhh, sweet boy. Just feel me.” Baelor kept dragging his cock through the dripping heat, coating himself in Maekar’s slick, the wet sounds soft and obscene. The head bumped against Maekar’s clit with every slow stroke, making the younger prince moan prettily. “This pretty cunt is already so wet for your husband. Dripping just from a few touches. You want me inside you so badly, don’t you, my love?”
“Yes—Baelor—please—” Maekar’s voice trembled with need.
Baelor smiled, dark and adoring, and gently walked Maekar backward until the younger prince’s hips met the edge of the heavy oak table. He lifted Maekar slightly so he was sitting on the table’s edge, legs spread wide, feet dangling. Baelor stepped between his thighs, still holding his thick cock in one hand, and continued the slow, teasing drag — sliding the head up and down Maekar’s slick cunt, pressing just enough to part the lips but never pushing inside.
“Watch, sweet thing,” Baelor whispered, voice thick with love and lust. “Watch how my cock looks sliding through your pretty pussy. See how wet you make me? How perfectly your folds part around the head?”
Maekar’s eyes dropped obediently, a broken moan falling from his lips as he watched Baelor’s thick, veined cock glide through his glistening cunt. The fat head rubbed over his swollen clit again and again, leaving shiny trails of slick and precome with every stroke. “Baelor… it looks so big against me… please put it inside…”
“Not yet, my love.” Baelor leaned in and kissed him again — slow, deep, and claiming — while he continued the torturous sliding. One hand stayed on Maekar’s hip to keep him still, the other guided his cock with slow, deliberate strokes, occasionally pressing the head just against the entrance so the tight ring fluttered around the tip before pulling back again.
“You’re being so good for me,” Baelor praised between kisses, lips brushing Maekar’s jaw, then his neck. “My perfect husband. So patient even when you’re aching for my cock. I love you like this — spread open for me, cunt dripping, letting me tease you until you’re trembling.”
Maekar whimpered prettily, hands gripping the edge of the table tightly. “Baelor… I love you… love when you touch me like this… love being yours…”
Baelor groaned at the sweet words and lowered his head to Maekar’s chest. He latched onto one nipple with his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, tongue swirling around the peaked bud while his cock continued its slow, slick drag through Maekar’s cunt. He switched to the other nipple, sucking with wet, rhythmic pulls, teeth grazing lightly until both were swollen and glistening.
Maekar moaned beautifully — high, breathy, and utterly helpless — back arching as pleasure shot straight to his core. “Ahh—Baelor—your mouth—feels so good—”
Baelor hummed around the sensitive bud, sucking harder while his cockhead nudged insistently against Maekar’s entrance again, slipping just the tip inside before pulling back out with a wet pop. “These are going to look so lovely when they’re full of milk for our baby,” he murmured against the wet skin. “Swollen and heavy, nipples dark and sensitive. I’ll suck on them every night while I’m breeding you… drink the sweet milk meant for our child while my cock fills this pretty cunt.”
He sucked on the other nipple again, tongue flicking rapidly, while the fat head of his cock pressed against Maekar’s entrance once more. This time he let it sink in just a little further — the first two inches stretching the tight ring open — before pulling back out again, teasing mercilessly.
Maekar’s moans turned into desperate little sobs. “Baelor—please—put it inside—want your cock—want you to fill me—”
Baelor lifted his head, eyes dark with love and hunger, and kissed Maekar deeply again. “I will, sweet husband. I’m going to fill this fertile little womb tonight. I’m going to fuck you so full of my seed that it has no choice but to take. You’re going to look so beautiful when you’re pregnant, Maekar — belly rounding out right here.” He pressed his palm gently to Maekar’s lower stomach. “Tits full and bouncing while I fuck you. Everyone will know how thoroughly your husband bred you.”
He pushed the head of his cock back inside, this time sinking in a little deeper — three, then four inches — moving in shallow, teasing thrusts that stretched Maekar open without giving him the full length he craved.
“Feel that, my love?” Baelor whispered against Maekar’s lips, voice thick with adoration. “Feel how perfectly this cunt opens for me? This is where our child is going to grow. I’m going to pump you so full tonight… keep fucking you until my seed is dripping out of you for days. You want that, don’t you? Want your big brother — your husband — to breed you properly?”
Maekar nodded frantically, moaning prettily with every shallow thrust. “Yes—Baelor—breed me—put your baby in me—fill my womb—please—!”
Baelor kissed him again, slow and deep, while his cock continued those torturous, shallow strokes — the thick head pushing just inside the tight entrance, stretching it, teasing it, promising so much more.
“My sweet, perfect Maekar,” he whispered between kisses, eyes locked on his husband’s flushed, pleasure-drunk face. “I’m going to give you everything you want. Tonight and every night after. I’m going to breed this beautiful cunt until you’re carrying our child. And then I’m going to do it all over again.”
He pushed a little deeper, just enough to make Maekar gasp and clench around him, then pulled back again — slow, deliberate, and utterly in control — while Maekar moaned and trembled and begged so prettily for his husband’s seed.
Baelor’s control finally snapped.
With a low, hungry growl, he gripped Maekar’s hips tightly and pushed forward in one smooth, powerful thrust. His thick cock sank deep into Maekar’s slick, waiting cunt — all the way to the hilt in a single wet slide. The fat head kissed the entrance of Maekar’s womb as Baelor bottomed out.
Maekar cried out sharply, the sound loud and broken. “Baelor—ahhn—fuck—!”
The table creaked under the sudden force. Baelor didn’t give him time to adjust. He pulled back almost to the tip, then slammed in again — hard, deep, and relentless. The wet, filthy sound of his thick cock plunging into Maekar’s dripping cunt filled the chamber, loud and obscene.
“Yes—fuck—take it, sweet boy,” Baelor groaned, voice rough with pleasure. His hands tightened on Maekar’s waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he started a brutal, steady rhythm. “This pretty cunt feels so wet… so tight… sucking me in like it never wants me to leave.”
Maekar’s back arched violently on the very first deep thrust. His head fell back, long silver hair spilling over the edge of the table like a silver waterfall. A loud, helpless moan tore from his throat as pleasure slammed through his body. Every powerful stroke dragged Baelor’s thick cock along every sensitive inch of his cunt, the fat head battering right against his womb with devastating accuracy.
“Baelor—Baelor—oh gods—your cock—too deep—ahhn—!”
He tried to stay upright, but the overwhelming sensation was too much. On the next brutal thrust, Maekar’s arms gave out. His back hit the table with a soft thud, spine arching sharply off the wood, chest pushing upward. His head hung over the far edge, silver hair cascading toward the floor, mouth open on a constant stream of broken, pretty moans.
Baelor growled in satisfaction at the sight. He tightened his grip on Maekar’s waist, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks as he held his husband firmly in place and fucked him even harder. The heavy oak table rocked with every savage thrust, the legs scraping against the stone floor.
“Look at you,” Baelor panted, eyes dark with lust as he watched Maekar fall apart beneath him. “Falling back on the table like a desperate little whore for your husband’s cock. Back arched so prettily… tits bouncing with every thrust… this beautiful cunt taking me so deep.”
Baelor kept his brutal rhythm, hips snapping forward with wet, punishing slaps that rocked the heavy oak table beneath them. His thick cock drove deep into Maekar’s slick cunt again and again. Maekar’s back stayed arched high off the wood, silver hair hanging off the far edge of the table, chest heaving, mouth open on constant, broken moans.
“Baelor—Baelor—ahhn—your cock—too deep—fuck—I can’t—!”
Maekar’s thighs began to tremble violently around Baelor’s waist, muscles shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure coiled impossibly tight in his core. His cunt fluttered and clenched hard around the thick length pounding into him, slick pouring out in hot, messy gushes that coated Baelor’s balls and dripped onto the table.
Baelor groaned at the feeling, never slowing. “That’s it, sweet husband—feel how your pretty cunt is squeezing me? You’re so close, aren’t you? Let go for me. Come on your husband’s cock like the perfect sweet boy you are.”
Maekar came with a loud, shattered scream.
His back arched even higher off the table, spine bowing sharply as the orgasm crashed through him. His thighs shook wildly, toes curling, long silver hair swaying where it hung off the edge. His cunt spasmed violently around Baelor’s cock — rhythmic, powerful squeezes that milked the thick shaft like it was trying to pull him even deeper. Fresh slick gushed out in hot pulses, soaking Baelor’s cock and balls and puddling on the table beneath them.
“Baelor—Baelor—I’m coming—ahhn—your cock—fuck—!”
Baelor didn’t stop. He kept fucking Maekar through every wave of his orgasm — hard, deep, relentless strokes that dragged out the pleasure until Maekar was sobbing and whimpering, oversensitive and glowing. His hands stayed locked on Maekar’s waist, holding him firmly in place so he couldn’t squirm away from the intense stimulation.
“Good boy—such a good fucking boy,” Baelor panted, voice rough with love and lust. “Look at you coming so beautifully for me… back arched so pretty, cunt milking my cock like it wants every drop of seed. I’m not stopping, sweet thing. I’m going to fuck you through it until you give me everything.”
Maekar could only moan helplessly, body trembling and twitching as Baelor continued to pound into his spasming cunt. The wet, filthy sounds grew even louder — the constant movement of Baelor’s thick cock plunging through the slick, fluttering heat.
Baelor felt his own orgasm building fast, balls drawing up tight, cock swelling even thicker inside Maekar’s pulsing walls. He slowed just enough to growl against Maekar’s ear, voice dark and commanding.
“Get up for me, love. Sit up on the edge of the table. I want you to watch.”
Maekar whimpered but obeyed, trembling arms pushing him upright until he was sitting on the very edge again, legs spread wide around Baelor’s hips. His long silver hair was a wild mess, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with pleasure. Baelor kept his cock buried deep for a moment longer, grinding slowly, before he pulled back — just enough that only the thick, glistening head remained inside Maekar’s puffy, well-fucked cunt.
“Look down, sweet husband,” Baelor ordered softly, one hand still gripping Maekar’s waist while the other wrapped around the exposed base of his own cock. “Watch how my cock looks stretching this pretty little pussy. Watch me breed you.”
Maekar’s gaze dropped obediently, a broken moan slipping out as he watched Baelor’s thick, veined shaft slide in and out of his glistening folds — only the head and a few inches inside, the rest of the heavy length shining with his slick.
Baelor stroked the exposed part of his cock with slow, firm pulls, the fat head nudging and stretching Maekar’s entrance with every shallow thrust. “That’s it… watch closely, my love. I’m so close. I need you to make sure every drop of my seed gets deep inside this fertile cunt. Hold yourself open for me. I want to watch it all go in.”
Maekar whimpered prettily, one shaky hand sliding down to spread his own puffy lips wider, giving them both a perfect view of Baelor’s cockhead teasing his entrance.
Baelor’s strokes on his own shaft sped up, the head pushing just inside Maekar’s cunt and pulling back again, over and over. His breathing grew ragged, eyes fixed on the obscene sight.
“Fuck—Maekar—I’m going to come—gonna fill this womb—watch me breed you, sweet boy—watch every pulse—”
With a deep, guttural groan, Baelor pushed the head of his cock just inside Maekar’s entrance and came hard. Thick, heavy ropes of hot seed erupted straight into Maekar’s cunt — pulse after powerful pulse, flooding the velvety heat. Baelor kept stroking the exposed length of his cock through it, milking out every last drop, making sure it all shot deep inside his husband.
“Take it—take every drop—feel your husband breeding you—filling this pretty womb until it takes—”
Come overflowed almost immediately, leaking out around the head of Baelor’s cock in creamy white streaks that dripped down Maekar’s folds and onto the table. Baelor kept the tip pressed inside, stroking himself slowly to push the last weak spurts deeper while Maekar watched, moaning softly at the sight.
When he finally finished, Baelor stayed there for a long moment, the head of his cock still nestled just inside Maekar’s cunt, both of them breathing hard. He leaned in and kissed Maekar slow and deep, tasting the sweetness of his moans.
“My perfect husband,” Baelor whispered against his lips, voice hoarse with satisfaction and love. “Look at all that seed I gave you… you took it so beautifully. Now we wait and see if our baby is already growing inside you.”
Maekar could only whimper softly and nod, still trembling, his new cunt fluttering weakly around the tip of Baelor’s cock as they stayed locked together on the table — thoroughly fucked, thoroughly filled, and utterly devoted to the future they were building together.
The first light of dawn had barely touched the windows when Baelor woke with his cock already hard and nestled between Maekar’s thighs. Maekar was still half-asleep, warm and soft, but the moment Baelor started slowly dragging his thick length through his husband’s slick folds, Maekar whimpered and pushed back against him.
“Again?” Maekar breathed, voice husky with sleep and arousal.
“I can’t help it,” Baelor murmured, kissing the back of his neck as he lined himself up. “I wake up and all I can think about is filling you. Making sure my seed takes.”
He pushed inside in one smooth thrust, groaning at the tight, wet heat that welcomed him even after last night. Maekar moaned prettily, pushing his ass back to take every inch.
They fucked slow and deep, spooned together, Baelor’s hand splayed over Maekar’s lower belly.
“Want you full of me all day,” Baelor whispered, thrusting lazily but powerfully. “Want my come leaking out of you while you walk around the castle. So everyone knows your husband had you again this morning.”
Maekar came with a soft, trembling moan, cunt clenching hard around Baelor. Baelor followed moments later, pumping him full with long, heavy spurts, kissing his shoulder the entire time.
They didn’t get out of bed for another hour.
Baelor was supposed to be reading letters. Instead, Maekar was bent over the heavy oak desk, cloak still draped over his shoulders, breeches pulled down just enough for Baelor to sink into him again.
“Fuck—Baelor—” Maekar gasped, gripping the edge of the desk as Baelor thrust into him from behind with deep, steady strokes.
“I couldn’t wait,” Baelor growled, one hand fisted in Maekar’s long silver hair, the other gripping his hip. “Saw you walking in that cloak and all I could think about was bending you over and filling this cunt again.”
The sound of skin slapping skin filled the solar. Maekar’s moans were loud and unrestrained, his cheek pressed against the wood as Baelor fucked him harder.
“Want you pregnant so badly,” Baelor panted, leaning over Maekar’s back. “Want to see your belly swell. Want everyone to know I’ve been breeding my husband every single day.”
Maekar came hard, crying out Baelor’s name, cunt pulsing and gushing around his cock. Baelor followed right after, burying himself deep and flooding Maekar with another load, grinding in slow circles to push it as deep as possible.
They stayed like that for a while — Baelor still inside him, kissing the back of Maekar’s neck — the letter was completely forgotten.
Steam curled around them in the royal bathing pools. Maekar was sitting on the wide marble edge, legs spread wide, while Baelor knelt in the water between his thighs, devouring his cunt with slow, filthy licks.
Maekar’s head was thrown back, long silver hair trailing in the water, moaning shamelessly as Baelor sucked on his clit and fucked him with two thick fingers.
“I can’t get enough of this cunt,” Baelor groaned, licking a broad stripe up the dripping folds. “Taste so fucking good. I want to eat you out every single day for the rest of our lives.”
He stood up, cock hard and heavy, and pulled Maekar into the water with him. He turned him around, bent him over the edge, and slid back inside in one smooth thrust.
They fucked like that for a long time — slow and deep at first, then faster, water splashing everywhere. Maekar was loud, whimpering and moaning Baelor’s name as his husband railed him against the marble.
“Fill me again,” Maekar begged, voice hoarse. “Please, Baelor… give me more. I want your child so badly.”
Baelor came with a deep groan, pumping rope after rope of thick seed into Maekar’s while kissing his neck and whispering how much he loved him.
They had already fucked twice that day, but neither of them was satisfied.
Maekar was on his back in their bed, legs wrapped around Baelor’s waist as the older prince thrust into him with slow, powerful strokes. The room was dark except for the low fire, their bodies gleaming with sweat.
“I’m going to keep you full every night,” Baelor panted, staring down at Maekar with pure devotion. “Every single night until you’re carrying our child. And then I’m going to keep fucking you anyway, because I can’t stop wanting you.”
Maekar pulled him down into a deep kiss, moaning into his mouth as Baelor drove into him harder.
“I want it,” Maekar gasped between kisses. “I want you to have me every day. I want to be swollen with your baby while you still fuck me like this. I love feeling you come inside me… love knowing you’re claiming me over and over.”
Baelor groaned, pace faltering as he got closer. Maekar came first — back arching, cunt squeezing tight around Baelor’s cock with a beautiful, broken cry. Baelor followed right after, burying himself deep and flooding Maekar once again with thick, hot pulses of seed.
They stayed locked together, kissing softly, whispering “I love you” until they drifted off — Baelor still inside Maekar, both of them hoping that this time… it would take.
Maekar woke first, body warm and aching in the best way. He could still feel the remnants of last night’s seed inside him, and it made his new cunt throb with fresh need.
Baelor was sleeping on his back, one arm flung above his head, cock half-hard against his stomach. Maekar bit his lip, then slowly straddled his husband’s hips. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses along Baelor’s chest before taking the thick cock in his hand and rubbing the head against his already slick folds.
Baelor stirred with a low groan. “Maekar…?”
“I need you,” Maekar whispered, voice still husky with sleep but filled with want. He sank down slowly, taking every inch of Baelor’s cock in one smooth glide until he was fully seated. A soft, satisfied moan left his lips. “I woke up empty… and I don’t like feeling empty anymore.”
Baelor’s hands flew to Maekar’s hips, eyes widening in pleasant surprise. “Gods, my sweet husband is getting greedy,” he rasped, voice rough with sleep and sudden lust.
Maekar began to ride him slowly, rolling his hips in deep, sensual circles. “I am greedy,” he admitted shyly, cheeks flushed. “I want your cock inside me all the time. I want you to fuck me every morning before you even leave our bed.”
Baelor groaned, thrusting up to meet him. “Then take it, love. Use your husband’s cock. Fill yourself with me.”
Maekar rode him harder, hands braced on Baelor’s chest, long silver hair swaying with every bounce. His moans were sweet and shameless as he chased his pleasure, cunt clenching rhythmically around Baelor’s thick length.
The sun was setting over Blackwater Bay, painting the sky in reds and golds. Maekar stood at the stone balcony railing of their chambers, wearing only a thin robe. Baelor came up behind him, arms wrapping around his waist.
Maekar leaned back against his chest and whispered, “Fuck me right here.”
Baelor’s breath hitched. “Out here? Someone might see.”
“I don’t care,” Maekar said, voice growing more confident. He reached back, pulling his robe up over his ass. “I want my husband to fuck me while we look at the sea. I want you to fill me while the whole world is beneath us.”
Baelor groaned, already unlacing his breeches. He bent Maekar slightly over the railing and slid into him in one smooth thrust. Maekar moaned openly into the evening air as Baelor started fucking him with long, deep strokes.
“You’re getting so bold, my love,” Baelor panted, one hand reaching around to rub Maekar’s clit. “My sweet little brother used to blush when I touched him… now you’re begging to be fucked on the balcony.”
“I am bold for you,” Maekar gasped, pushing back onto Baelor’s cock. “I want you all the time. I want your child growing inside me so badly it aches. Fuck me harder, husband. Against the railing.”
Baelor gave him exactly what he asked for.
They were supposed to be sleeping.
Instead, Maekar was on top again, riding Baelor slowly in the dark, only the low fire lighting their bodies. His hands rested on Baelor’s chest as he rolled his hips in deep, sensual movements, taking his husband’s cock to the hilt with every downward glide.
“I can’t stop wanting you,” Maekar confessed breathlessly, looking down at Baelor with pure adoration. “Even when I’m sore… even when I’m full of your seed… I still need more. I need you to keep fucking me until I’m pregnant. Until everyone can see what you’ve done to me.”
Baelor’s hands squeezed Maekar’s hips, guiding him as he thrust up to meet him. “Then keep taking me, husband. Ride my cock until you can’t anymore. I’ll give you every drop. I’ll breed you night after night until your belly swells and your tits fill with milk.”
Maekar moaned loudly, riding him faster, long silver hair swaying. “Yes—Baelor—fill me—give me your baby—make me round with our child—”
They came together this time — Maekar clenching hard around Baelor’s cock as he spilled deep inside him once again.
Maekar sat in the high-backed chair by the window of their shared chambers, one hand resting protectively over his still-flat stomach. The maester had just left, bowing deeply with a small, knowing smile before closing the door behind him. The diagnosis had been confirmed with careful examination and the subtle signs Maekar had noticed over the past weeks — the missed courses, the tenderness, the faint but unmistakable flutter of life beginning deep inside him.
The door opened again almost immediately. Baelor stepped in, still dressed in his riding leathers from a morning ride, his dark hair slightly tousled by the wind. His mismatched eyes found Maekar instantly, a warm smile already forming on his lips until he noticed the serious set of his husband’s shoulders.
“Maekar?” Baelor crossed the room in quick strides, concern creasing his brow. “The maester was just leaving. Is everything alright, my love? Are you ill?”
Maekar looked up at him, eyes shining with a mixture of nerves and overwhelming joy. He reached out, taking Baelor’s hand and tugging gently. “Come closer, husband. Please.”
Baelor moved between Maekar’s spread knees without hesitation, standing tall and strong in front of the seated prince. His hands came to rest on Maekar’s shoulders, thumbs stroking soothingly. “Tell me, sweet boy. Whatever it is, we face it together.”
Maekar took a deep breath, then smiled — small, radiant, and trembling with happiness. He guided one of Baelor’s hands down from his shoulder, placing it gently over his lower belly.
“I’m pregnant, Baelor,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. “The maester confirmed it. Your child is growing inside me.”
For a heartbeat, Baelor simply stared, stunned into silence. His hand remained perfectly still on Maekar’s stomach, eyes wide with disbelief. Then the reality crashed over him like a wave. His breath caught, and a slow, incredulous smile broke across his face, growing wider until it was radiant.
“You’re… pregnant?” Baelor repeated, voice cracking with wonder. “Our child? Truly?”
Maekar nodded, tears of joy slipping down his cheeks. “Truly. The potion worked. Shiera’s magic… it took. I’m carrying your baby, husband.”
Baelor dropped to his knees right there between Maekar’s legs, arms wrapping tightly around his waist as he pressed his face against the still-flat stomach. A soft, reverent sound escaped him — half laugh, half sob of pure joy.
“Gods, Maekar… my sweet, beautiful Maekar. You did this for us. You gave me this miracle.” His voice was muffled against the fabric of Maekar’s tunic, but the emotion in it was raw and unmistakable. “I love you. I love you so much it feels like my heart might burst.”
Maekar’s hands slid into Baelor’s hair, fingers threading gently through the strands as he held his husband close. “I wanted this more than anything, Baelor. To give you a child. To build our family together. I’m so happy… I can barely believe it’s real.”
Baelor pulled back just enough to look up at him, eyes shining with unshed tears of joy. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Maekar’s stomach through the tunic, then another, and another — slow, worshipful presses of his lips right where their child was beginning to grow.
“Our baby,” he whispered against the fabric, voice full of awe. “Right here. Growing inside you. My little brother… my husband… carrying my child. I can already imagine you round and glowing, belly heavy with our son or daughter. I’ll kiss this stomach every single day. I’ll talk to them while they grow. I’ll hold you through every ache and every joy.”
Maekar’s fingers tightened gently in Baelor’s hair, a soft, happy laugh escaping him as more tears slipped down his cheeks. “You’ll be the best father, Baelor. Strong and kind and protective. I can already see you holding our child in your arms, teaching them to ride, to fight, to rule with honor.”
Baelor rose slightly, still on his knees, and wrapped his arms fully around Maekar’s waist, hugging him tightly. His face pressed against Maekar’s stomach again, breathing him in. “I love you,” he murmured repeatedly, voice muffled and thick. “I love you. I love you so much, my sweet Maekar. You changed everything for us. You gave me a future I never dared to dream of. A husband. A child. A family that is truly ours.”
Maekar leaned down, pressing kisses to the top of Baelor’s head, fingers still carding gently through his hair. “And I love you, husband. More than the stars, more than the dragons of old. I would do it a thousand times over just to see you this happy.”
They stayed like that for a long time — Baelor on his knees, arms wrapped around Maekar’s waist, face pressed lovingly to his stomach; Maekar’s hands in his hair, both of them crying quiet tears of pure joy. The fire crackled softly in the hearth. Outside, the Red Keep continued its daily rhythm, none the wiser to the miracle unfolding in their chambers.
Eventually Baelor pulled back just enough to look up at Maekar again, eyes shining. He rose to his feet, cupped Maekar’s face with both hands, and kissed him — slow, deep, and full of every emotion words could never fully capture. When they parted, foreheads resting together, Baelor smiled.
“We’re going to be fathers, my love.”
Maekar laughed softly, the sound bright and disbelieving. “We’re going to be fathers.”
Baelor kissed him again, then pulled him into a tight embrace, rocking them gently. “Come to bed with me. Let me hold you. Let me kiss this stomach until the sun sets. We have time now… all the time in the world to prepare for our child.”
They moved together toward the large bed, hands never leaving each other, hearts full and overflowing with a happiness neither had ever imagined possible. The future — their wedding already celebrated, their love accepted, and now a child on the way — stretched bright and golden before them.