Better Than Revenge// Otto Hightower (1)

9. Stop Thinking, Start Doing

'My darling.' Otto said to his daughter. 'How's Rhaenyra?'

'She lost her mother.' Alicent reminded him.

'The Queen was well-loved by all. I found myself thinking of your own mother today.'

'How is His Grace?' Alicent offered.

'Very low.' He admitted 'Which is why I sent for you. I thought you might go to him... offer him comfort.'

'In his chambers? I wouldn't know what to say.'

'Stop that.' he said swatting at her hand she was picking at her nails causing them to bleed. 'He'll be glad of a visitor. You might wear one of your mother's dresses.' He offered.

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There was a small knock on the door. Alicent was worried she knew what she was supposed to do but she didn't want to.

'The Lady Alicent Hightower, Your Grace.' She was announced.

'What is it, Alicent?' Viserys questioned turning to her.

'I thought I might come and look in on you, Your Grace. I brought a book.' Alicent offered holding it out.

'That's very kind, thank you.' Viserys said stiffly. He didn't want company he wanted to cry.

'It's a favorite of mine. I do know how passionate you are for the histories.' Alicent recalled.

'Yes... I am.' He admitted softly.

'When my mother died... people only ever spoke to me in riddles. All I wanted was for someone to say that they were sorry for what happened to me. I'm very sorry, Your Grace.' Alicent told him.

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''I havent been able to stop thinking about our kiss.'' Otto remarked the moment gaena opened the door. A smile curved on her face.

''Stop thinking. Start doing.'' She requested grabbing his shirt and pulling him inside as soon as the door sealed shut his lips were on her his hands pulling at her dress as she fumbled for his pants. She moaned into his mouth as her dress fell free and his hands moved grabbing every inch of her. Soon his lips replaced his hands as he lay her back on the bed.

He growled, losing his self control as his tip teased her mercilessly, dipping in just briefly and then pulling out, never sinking in far enough to actually penetrate her. What was he doing? He couldn't but she gasped out reaching for him. She pushed her back hard against the bed and shoved her bottom down, trying desperately to get him into her, he knew how to make her want him.

"You want me? Hmm? You want me inside you?" Otto questioned kissing down her chest.

"Yessss," she groaned, in pain with desire. She wondered briefly if this was what animals felt like when they were in heat - desperate, uncomfortable, brainless. She didn't even care if anyone saw them, the way he was looking at her, she just needed him.

His mouth came down to suck at her breast, his words broken by slurping sounds and the soft noise of kisses.

"Say it, Gaena."

The head of his cock, so wet and slick with her juices and his own oozing lubrication, pressed ruthlessly at her opening. She was tilted up toward him so that her clit was rubbing against his lower stomach, tickled unbearably by the soft trail of hair that ran from his bellybutton to the base of his cock. And she had, had enough of the teasing, if she didn't have him inside of her soon she was going to combust, and it was going to be messy.

"FUCK ME OTTO!!" She demanded.

It was like a switch was flipped the moment her words hit his ears. The force of his hips hitting her from underneath slammed her into the bedframe and she had to spread her arms to her sides against it to hold her steady. His own hands were behind my head and back, shielding her from impact with the wall behind them, but quickly moved down to her bottom to hold her in place while he drove into her.

It was wild, it was passionate, it was noisy and filthy and she felt like an animal, rutting and grunting and responding on a purely physical level without any rational thought marring the experience. Otto was even further gone than she was, his eyes closed tight and his teeth clenched, his hands gripping her too tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh while his hips pounded against her in an almost primal rage. She could hear their skin slapping together and the obscenely wet sloshy sounds of his cock slamming in and out of her between her legs. Possessive and passionate.

He heard her whimper felt her legs start to shake as he pulled out spilling over her stomach his hand moved quickly circling her clit as her nails dug into his back, he felt her release as he dropped next to her. Chest heaving he pressed a kiss to her lips not wanting this to end, his hand continued trailing over her curves.

Gaena didnt think she could be so content with someone. But she had known otto for years she never knew him very well. They had more a professional relationship but she admired him. Now he lay in her bed her legs draped over his and he was staring at her. Staring at into her eyes as she ran a hand over the stubble of his chin.

He leaned forward capturing her lips again. Gaena couldnt help but smile into him. With Aemma gone Otto had though getting Alicent to woe viserys show him kindness and show she was a contender for the crown but staring at Gaena now made him think otherwise. But then again Viserys would never allow his younger sister to marry Otto. He thought himself crazy for even thinking it himself. Having these thoughts. It was one night but a million stolen glances delicate touches leading up to exploding in a frenzy of passion.

Gaena sighed snuggling into him and Otto had never felt so content.

'Gaena.'' Otto whispered his hand in her hair. She hummed in response her leg draped over his.

Otto Never thought that He would really miss Gaena as he did. Never thought that he would be dying to kiss gaena after the tourney excitement and fiasco. But maybe there's a first time for everything. Like now in her bed her body bare and wrapped around him.

"I..."

Otto, be quiet, don't make a sound. He had to lower the noise a little bit now. If Gaena knew he was in love with her she was gonna run, run away he thought as he silenced himself.

"I dont think I ever want to leave this bed." Otto told her honestly.

''Then dont.'' Gaena answered as though it was that simple.

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Back at the brothel and Daemon should have been on top of the world. His brothers son died and he was the rightful heir once again.

'Thank you.' Daemon said taking the glass of ale.

'The King's sole heir once again. Might we drink to our future?' a man declared and Daemon smiled back at him. There was an uproar of cheers and shouts of delight, their cups banged on the table in celebration.

'Quiet! Your Prince will speak! Silence!' Daemon chuckled as he stood up.

'King and Council have long rued my position as next in line for the throne.' Daemon told them. 'But dream and pray as they all might, it seems I'm not so easily replaced. The gods give just as the gods take away.'