Game of Thrones: Short stories.

Kill for you - Part 2 - Euron x Reader

(Y/n) stood at the prow of the Silence. The wind and freezing spray of the sea kissing her skin. Like most true Ironborns, she was never happier than when she was at sea. When her feet trod on the boards of the deck of a ship. Her happiest moments spent on this very ship, and with its captain. The Ironborn princess catching a glimpse of her brother in the corner of her eye. Euron appearing to be watching her. A smile creeping across her lips at the mere thought of it. Heat building within her core, as she imagined the look in his eyes, and that oh so wicked grin that she knew so well.

She had loved Euron for as long as she could remember. His every action. His every word, drawing her too him in her youth. Though as she had aged, the tables had turned. It had become Euron's turn to follow her. To want to be by her side, and of course Balon had noticed. Her eldest brother often chastising her for how she would act around Euron. Declaring that it was not how an Ironborn princess should act. But she had never cared about his words. Never cared about his opinion. Only caring about how she felt for Euron. (Y/n) growing to hate Balon, as he had done his best to keep her and Euron apart. As he had done all he could to put a wedge between the pair.

(Y/n) was well aware that there had never been any love between Euron and Balon. That her oldest brother's hatred for Euron, was as strong as Euron's was for him. Yet Balon seemed to have turned that hatred on to her. The act of keeping her away from Euron like some kind of torture. A torture that the older man sometimes seemed to get an evil thrill from. Yet their brother had never known Euron as well as she did. Never realised the lengths that the two young kraken would go to, to be together. The then Lord Reaper of Pyke, not taking into account what Euron was prepared to do to get to her. And the evening of the day that she had come of age, her beloved brother had scaled the wall to get to her bedroom. Avoiding the patrolling guards so that he could see her. (Y/n) recalling how he had dropped into her room. How she had rushed over to help him to his feet. How she had chastised him for being so foolish. For taking his life into his hands.

But what she remembered most of all, was how handsome he had looked that evening. The flicker of the tiny dancing flames from the many candles that lit her room, catching his features. The desire for him growing, burning deep inside her, as she had held him close. As his musk had filled her senses. That sweet, concerned embrace becoming much, much more as Euron had pulled away just enough so that he could crash his lips into hers. A deep, needy, desperate moan leaving her lips, as he had pushed his hand under her gown. As he had brushed his rough fingertips over her already heated and soaked womanhood, and began to tease. Her knuckles turning white, as she had balled up her fists in his shirt. Her head dropping to his shoulder, as she began to beg him to do more. To do what he had promised he would do, as soon as she was old enough. Her begging turning to desperate pleading, as he had continued his sinful game. Euron promising to take the ache away, for him only to chuckle as he pulled his hand away. Stealing from her the touch that she so wanted. The sensation that she so desperately wanted to feel. Euron only giving her what she desired more than anything, as tears had begun to roll down her cheeks. Her brother kissing away the tears before he had torn the thin nightgown from her form. Before he had taken her into his arms. (Y/n) wrapping her legs around him, as Euron had carried her to the bed and placed her on the mattress. And from that night, and for every night since, she had given him everything that he had asked for. Everything he needed. The Ironborn princess content to give herself to Euron, body and soul. Allowing herself to enjoy his every depraved and dark want. (Y/n) happy to see that her beautiful brother was falling more and more under her spell with every kiss and touch they shared. Happy with the knowledge that she had more than won over the new Lord of the Salt Throne, just as she always had the hearts and minds of the other Ironborn.

She couldn't help but smile into the wind, as she thought about how similar she and Euron were. That they were more alike than Balon or anyone else would dare to think. Both of them able to become what was needed in any situation. To change the way that they would act, to ensure that they got their way. Both krakens at one moment able to drink and swear with the crews of their fleet, and then become the lord and lady that they were, if there was a need to impress an unsuspecting noble fool. (Y/n) recalling the feeling of jealousy that had gnawed at her when Euron had got too close to that bitch of a lioness when they had travelled to Kings Landing. The princess chuckling softly as she remembered how she had punished Euron, by flirting with the Kingslayer. The look of hatred that she could see in her brother's eyes for the golden lion, a look that she knew well. It was the look that told her that if the oldest son of old Tywin stepped any further over the line. Then he would find himself split in two by the battle axe of the King of Salt and Rock. (Y/n) well aware that Euron would be willing to kill and die for her, just as she was for him. That she would have stood with him at the head of the Ironborn fleet and faced the combined forces of the Baratheons and Lannisters if he asked her. Happy to destroy anyone or anything that may dare think to come between them again.

Suddenly the wind picked up. The strong blast throwing back the tails of her heavy fur coat behind her. The sudden chill that cut through to her bones making her think of Euron. Made her long to have his arms around her. To be on a bed underneath him. The heat inside her growing, as she imagined what she would like her brother to do to her at that moment. Of him coming up behind her and roughly forcing her over the rail. Of him fucking her in front of his mute crew. The sounds of her lust filled moans being carried to the silenced men by the winds that filled the sails of the ship. All of them unable to do anything but watch on, as the Son of the Sea Wind released his seed inside her. The Ironborn lady slowly turning to look at her brother. A smile pulling at the corners of her lips, as she saw the lust filled look in his eyes. Euron making his way over to her. (Y/n) more than happy to take anything and everything that he wanted to do to her.