The Legacy

Part 29

Adere... her breathless cry echoed across the room fueling him even more. Oberyn grinned at the command. He loved to hear speak in her Valerian tongue. That wasn't all he loved about that tongue. He gripped the hair at her nape and pulled back further exposing her neck. He began to kiss and nip as he quickened his pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin was intoxicating to the both of them. She was on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed. Her hands gripping onto the crumpled sheets. 

Obeyrn had started to slow his rhythm so he could feel every inch of flesh between them. He threw her a teasing smile as he continued to push against her tight walls. He was in awe of her. Since their first night of passion. He never wanted it to end. Never rushed, not until she begged. His callused finger tips roamed freely caressing the arch of her back. Each slow stroke was agonizingly slowly and deliberate. 

"ñuha peldio..." she moaned as she pushed against him setting his blood on fire. She knew him well. She knew how to trigger him. She stood up on her knees. Viserra's face next to his, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. "pryjagon" the word slithered to him and she bit his lower lip. Hard enough to make him groan at the mix of pain and pleasure. When she released him, he released himself. His hand found her sensitive spot and his fingertips moved in gentle circles with the right amount of pressure. She arched her back in response and he quickened his pace. He held her close to him feeling her every reaction, hearing every sound of pleasure. All he had caused her. He knew she was close. Oberyn never allowed himself to finish until she had reached her peak of bliss, only then would he find his own climax. 

Viserra finally cried out as her body tensed and then went limp, she would of collapsed on to the bed if he hadn't held on to her. His final strokes became frenzied as his own rapture followed right after hers. The lovers did not move as their bodies began to return from euphoria. Their matching pants and deep breaths were the only sounds in the room. Oberyn began to place light gentle kisses along Viserra's neck. She flinched as his lips touched the sensitive marks his teeth had made earlier. 

"I apologize my love" Oberyn said between his kisses. 

"For what?" Viserra's smile reached her eyes and one hand had began to caress and massage his scalp. "The bites I'm used too"

"The traveling has taken a toll on me." Oberyn finally pulled himself from Viserra and she turned to face him. 

"What toll?" Viserra said coyly. "I'm exhausted. We have been awake since the sunrise." Viserra wrapped her arms around his neck and laced her fingers together. The sun lit up the room in all its glory.

"If you did not notice, then I am truly slipping" Oberyn sighed. Viserra pressed her forehead against his looking into his eyes. 

"Nonsense" she smiled and kissed him deeply. Before they could continue again for the fourth time that morning, a loud knocking interrupted them. 

"Prince Oberyn and Lady Viserra. The queen mother Cersei requests your audience" the last of that sentence had drifted into a mumble. Oberyn groaned and strode toward the door and answered in his bare state. 

"Tell Cersei we're busy" Oberyn responded.

"Now, she commands" This new courage stumbled as Oberyn met the young boy's eyes. Viserra had reached Oberyn side, a silken robe wrapped around her. 

"I'd be careful boy... my lover gets a bit hostile after lovemaking." Viserra stepped in front of Oberyn. "Tell Cersei we'll meet her in the royal gardens" her gentle voice was one of politics and power. This was enough to satisfy the Lannister boy and she shut the door before he could saying anything further. 

"I'm surprised she waited this long" Oberyn said as he followed Viserra over to her wardrobe. "I expected to see Cersei soon after we arrived".

"She wanted us to seek her out" Viserra paused at a vibrant burgundy dress. Viserra had fallen in love with Dorne fashion. Her whole life she was wrapped in heavy material and furs. The North, even in the summer was brisk. In Dorne, the sun was warm and being near the sea made it fresh. "Cersei isn't a fool, I'm willing to wager that she had a full guard throughout the night" As if summon two handmaidens came in to the room to help ready the couple.