Blood Upon The Snow ||| Cregan Stark

forty-four

They'd been in the Throne Hall. Jacaera was standing next to her husband at the base of her Throne as she spoke with another one of her councillors after they'd held court.

And it was another comment. Asking about an heir, when they were going to move things along. Jacaera wanted to scream at all of them. Didn't they have children? Did they know how long it could take?

Still, Cregan was amused by it all. But there had been something. The idea of it made his cock hard. And since everyone seemed to be urging them to try so hard, why not?

He turned away from the rest of the room and leaned over to Jacaera. "Let me give you an heir," he said.

She raised a curious brow. "I believe that's what you've been trying to do."

"Up there. On your throne."

Oh. He wanted to fuck on the Iron Throne.

Her brow raised even further, an amused smile making its way onto her face as she glanced back at the throne in question.

"Many sharp swords. Wouldn't want to cut ourselves." Jacaera looked back at him, standing with her hands clasped before her.

He disregarded that. Jacaera hadn't cut herself on the throne; they'd be careful. "What better place to conceive the future ruler of the Realm than on the seat they will one day sit?"

Jacaera looked down at the front of him and hummed. She sighed and turned back to face the rest of the room. "And disrespect my ancestors?"

Cregan almost spoke before Jacaera cut him off.

"Clear the room," she ordered loudly, keeping her face just neutral enough.

Most thought she had something serious to discuss with her consort. Obediently, everyone gathered left quickly, including the temporary knights Jacaera and Cregan had protecting them. Until they found new ones willing to join the Queensguard.

She watched as they all filed out of the Throne Hall. Until the entire room was empty and the only sound was the large doors locking shut.

When they were alone, Jacaera glanced back at Cregan. There was one second where she could see the amused smile on his face before he captured her lips in a kiss.

That was all it took, really. For Jacaera to get on board with the idea. Too many kings had sat the throne. Some of them had probably fucked their whores over it just to feel powerful.

His hands found their comfortable place squeezing her waist, pulling her closer and pressing his hips against hers.

She laughed against his lips when she could feel his desire pressing into her. "Eager," she commented breathlessly, hands holding his neck and head.

He wasn't ashamed at all. Jacaera didn't think anything could make him ashamed. "And what would I find if I pulled up this dress of yours?"

It was true that she wanted it as much as he did. As much as she pretended she was better than that, she wasn't. The thought of it all made her wet between the legs.

Still, she wanted to tease him. Make him work a little bit. "Take a look and find out."

Without much grace, Cregan encouraged her backwards. He walked forward and Jacaera subsequently stepped back. She almost tripped when she got to the steps of the throne but she got her bearing and stepped up each when she felt them against the back of her foot.