House of the Dragon. Imagines and One Shots

Break the oath - Part 6 - Harrold x Reader

This was a dream. Surly it had to be a dream. Surly at any moment he would wake in his own bed, alone as always. But, as Harrold's lips moved from hers to her neck; to her shoulder and then her breasts, the lady moaning softly as he took one of her hardened nipples into his mouth. As his fingers carefully made their way up to the inside of her thigh, he realised that all this was real and he couldn't thank the gods enough.

Everything about her was soft. Her skin, her flesh, the breath that had fanned against his face before they had kissed, and the exquisite sounds that were leaving her plump lips, were the opposite of everything he was. He was rough, his hands calloused from wielding a sword for so many years. His skin scared from battle and weathered from standing for hours in the elements as he watched over his monarch and their family. So, to touch something like the lady. To have her touch him; for her to gasp needily and not pull away as his fingertips moved closer and closer to the prize, was making him want her all the more.

He was sure, as he began to move further down her body. A small smile pulling at his lips as he heard her protest slightly that his tongue had left her breast, that his past experience with women had never been like this. Admittedly, it had been some time, and perhaps this time was clouding his judgement. Perhaps given that he had not lain with a woman for so long, it was making the whole experience far better than it might be. His arousal clouding his thoughts. But no, in his youth his dalliances had really been something and nothing. Bored ladies that were interested in a handsome younger knight because their husbands had never had an idea of how to satisfy them. Whores in the local towns when he had had too much to drink. Even the young woman he had thought about asking to wed him, was more out of duty to his family than anything else. Harrold having to admit he had not ever really cared all that much for any of them. That both they and he had got what they wanted at the time, whether that be the gold in his purse, or a rough fuck bent over the desk of a nobleman. So, this.........oh this was definitely something different. What was between he and the Lady Arryn was not just fleeting. Not a 'just because she was there' kind of situation. Not a 'we both have needs' type of affair. No, he had grown to care for the lady. Spent many wonderful hours with her, either just in the peace of the library or walking in the gardens. He had told her about his life before and since becoming a Kingsguard. Informed her of all the sights that he had seen over the years. And during those times; during those long conversations, he had fallen in love. It quite clear that no matter what happened, he could never let her go.

Carefully, he continued his journey down her body. His lips, his tongue taking in the taste of her, as he kissed her stomach. The Kingsguard gently pushing her legs apart as he placed his body between them. Her moans getting louder as he savoured the taste of her womanhood. Sure, that he had never tasted anything so pure, so sweet.

"You sing beautifully, little falcon. Sing for me some more............." Harrold hummed, as he raised his head and looked up at the lady. Her chest rising and falling as she tried to keep her breath. Her eyes that were clouded with desire pushing him to place his lips back to her heated core. To slowly push two of his fingers inside of her. His cock twitching as he felt how tight she was. As he felt her clench around him. Her wetness making its way down his fingers and into the palm of his hand. The noises leaving her lips more wonderful than any he had ever heard. He desperately wanted to take his time, he wanted to make her feel like she had never felt before. To make this last all night so that he could show her what this, what she meant to him; but his body needed hers. The idea of being inside of her, of her gripping him tightly was making all of his senses, all of his thoughts and feelings become muddled. Become crazed with lust. And despite wanting to continue to taste her. To feel her tighten around his fingers as he slowly moved his hand, he had to have her completely. He had to know her body totally. To have her know his, the Kingsguard slowly rising so that he could take all of her in.

"I want you, little falcon. I want you more than I have ever wanted anything in my life." Harrold confessed, as he loomed over her. The feel of his hardened length against her womanhood making her groan loudly.

"Then take me..............take all of me. Show me what it is to be loved by a man like you..................." (Y/n) replied. Her breaths, her words heavy as she looked up at him. A pained groan passing her lips as he slowly pushed himself inside her. Her hands balling up the clean, crisp sheet that lay beneath her body, into her fists. She had been told by her handmaidens about the pain of the first time, and she had been told how that pain would soon subside, to be replaced by something wonderful, well that was if the man knew what he was doing. And despite having no experience in the area, it seemed obvious to her body that Harrold knew exactly what he was doing. The room filling with more of her sweet singing and her Kingsguard showed her what it was to be loved by a man like him.