Better Than Revenge// Otto Hightower (1)

16. Never Miss A Thing

"Does it?" Gaena asked.

"What?'

"Haunt you?"

"No." Otto admitted. "But I know it haunts your brother. Aemma's passing. It can take moons to years to heal if you are truly in love."

"Maybe I can help you get your mind off of all that." Gaena offered closing her door. She kissed him quickly as his hands fumbled with her strings but she pushed him back against the wall hands sliding down his sides pulling his pants free.

"Gaena," he whispered as she dropped to her knees.

She took his dick into her mouth and it took all his concentration not to come the instant he felt her tongue against him. It felt like heaven.

He started fucking her face and she felt his arousal drip down between lips. Otto never pushed too far or too fast. It was as if he knew precisely how much she could handle. Just before she was sure that he was going to blow his load down her throat, he pulled back panting. Picking her up he tossed her onto the bed a laugh escaped her lips as she saw that feral look in his eyes.

He turned and crawl up the bed toward her, lowering and wrapping his arms around her. Yanking her dress down her body. He kissed her breasts, suck on her nipples, trailed his tongue up her sternum. She moaned again and he growled. It's guttural, from somewhere inside his chest.

She tried to control her movements, but her hips were lifting on their own accord. He gently bit the soft curve of her stomach and she bucked again.

"You are perfect, Princess. Every fucking inch of you," he kissed her hip bones, and she realized that loud moans were coming from her mouth. She wanted him desperately.

"Please," she whispered.

Her legs parted and hooked around him as he lowered himself closer. He rubbed against her, savoring the tease, the way her body arched, one more time. Then he pushed into her slowly, completely, listening to her sharp inhale against his chest. He slid out and back in again, disappearing into her. Their hips grind together until they found a comfortable rhythm. Her moans grow stronger and deeper until she's nearly screaming. He pressed into her, harder and faster, reaching for her tits. He smashed his mouth against hers, parting her lips with his tongue again, kissing her moans away.

He felt her body shudder against him, clenching and twisting with pleasure. She stiffens, then relaxes. Gaena wrapped her arms around him, placing soft kisses against his temple, cheek, and jaw. Eventually and reluctantly, he rolled off her, her body immediately cuddling to his side. They were silent for a long time, both of them just trying to catch their breath. He listened to the rhythmic in and out as they sync up with one another.

She stretched out on him, leaning back against his shoulder with her head in the crook of his neck. He was supporting her with one arm around her, the other across her lower body with his hand buried between her legs, his fingers nestled deep inside me while his thumb rubbed in slow, agonizing little circles on her clit.

"Gods Gaena you are perfect." Otto whispered kissing her again.

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Gaena was in flee bottom, it was where she got the best intel for the cheapest price. But as she was headed back she noticed Otto at a stonemasons. She slowed her walk and turned to him curiously.

"Thank you. Yes... its wonderful." Otto agreed holding it up and Gaena noticed it was a little dragon statue. She smiled thinking perhaps it was a gift for her and she turned back around not wanting to ruin the surprise.

Otto turned around to notice her silver hair shimmer in the light as she turned a corner he tucked the chest under his arm as he headed back. She didn't see him, she didn't know.

Otto had been debating it, debating Alicent becoming queen but he hadn't gotten the courage to ask Viserys for Gaena's hand and if she even agreed to it but these past moons had been bliss. Otto would stick to the plan, Alicent would woe Viserys and Otto would get Gaena in the end. He could see it now. Big happy family.

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"What was it like flying the Black Dread? You were Balerion's last rider."

"Only for a short time before he died. With Balerion died the last memory of Valyria of Old. But Vhagar still lives... somewhere." Viserys said with a sigh.

"Bit too large for the Dragon pit. Some would say too large for our world. Do you know where she nests?" Laena questioned.

"I'm sorry?" Viserys had too much on his mind to be talking dragons with a child, a child he was never going to marry, ever. He knew that for a fact, he didn't know why he was bothering entertaining the idea.

"Do you know where Vhagar is now?" Laena questioned kindly.

"Um, the Dragon keepers believe she made home somewhere on the coast of the Narrow Sea. The workers at Spicetown report hearing her song at times." Viserys told her. "They say it is a sad thing." Viserys added.

"I imagine even dragons get lonely. Your Grace... it would be a great honor to join our houses as they were in Old Valyria. I would give you many children of pure Valyrian blood so that we might strengthen the royal line and the realm." Laena told him, as rehearsed.

"Is that what your father told you to say?" Viserys questioned and she nodded sheepishly. "What did your mother tell you?" Viserys countered.

"That I wouldn't have to bed you until I turned 14." Laena told him honestly and Viserys sighed.

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"It bothers you, does it not?"

"My father is a king. It is his duty to take a new wife and strengthen his line." Rhaenyra told Rhaenys. Gaena watched skeptically. Viserys knew she was right why was he entertaining this godforsaken union?

"I did not ask for a lesson in politics. I asked whether this bothers you." Rhaenys repeated.

"It bothers me." Gaena remarked.

"Laena is your daughter, Princess. Does it bother you?' Rhaenyra countered.

"Of course, it does. But I understand the order of things.' Rhaenys told her pompously.

"I think you like to pretend to but you are still envious of my brother." Gaena told her confidently. "He got the crown and the power. They chose him, they keep choosing him and not you. Must feel like a bit to the ass." Rhaenys glared back at Gaena, she offered an innocent smile.

"I agree with my aunt, I'm not sure you do. If you mean to elicit some anger from me, you should know that you're failing, Princess." Rhaenyra warned smugly.

"Quite the opposite. Whether it's to my daughter or to someone else's, your father will remarry sooner than late. His new wife will produce new heirs, and chances are better than not that one of those will be male. And when that boy comes of age and your father has passed, the men of the realm will expect him to be heir, not you." Rhaenys told her. "Because that is the order of things."

"When I'm Queen, I will create a new order." Rhaenyra told her confidently and the Princess Rhaenys chuckled knowingly.

"How I wish that could be, Rhaenyra. But the men of the realm already had their opportunity to appoint a ruling queen at the Great Council and they denied it." Rhaenys reminded her.

"They denied you, Princess Rhaenys. The Queen Who Never Was." Rhaenyra recalled. "But they bent the knee to me and called me heir to the throne."

"Do you remind your father's men of that as you carry their cups? Here is the hard truth, which no one else has the heart to tell you. Men would sooner put the realm to the torch than see a woman ascend the Iron Throne." Rhaenys told her stubbornly. She had never got to be queen she wasn't going to sit by while Viserys daughter got everything she ever wanted. 'And your father is no fool. You have been gone too long Gaena. You have missed too much, you don't understand this place anymore."

"I never miss a thing, I only pretend to." Gaena whispered looking over the balcony again.