Fetish / Larys Strong

23. Possess

Lyonel still couldnt believe it, it had been moons and every time he saw Blyana and Larys together he thought, how the literal hell did Larys get Otto Hightower one of the most stubborn and single minded men in westeros to agree to a union between Larys and his favorite daughter... 

Larys took a step back then and looked again at Blyana from across the courtyard with her nephews, LYonel watched him, the look on his face was not as if he wanted to possess Blyana, but more as if he possesses her already. Her held claim to her heart and when Blyana caught his eye Lyonel couldnt help but think Blyana thought the same thing. Maybe there was someone for everyone.

Daeron was pulling himself up, trying to walk, Blyana would encourage him kissing his little face. Daeron would smile up at her. Pulling himself up victorious. 

Daeron and Jace were constantly fighting. Jace would give Daeron shove and Daeron would fall to his little butt and cry out big fat tears on his face as Jace crawled away. 

"Little cunt." Alicent hissed looking to Jace as he crawled away at top speed. "Little bastard is going to be king one day and he is going to make my babies lives hell." Daeron reached out for Blyana as Blyana picked up a crying Daeron. 

"Oh honey, is that mean little boy picking on you again?" Blyana coed peppering his little face with kisses. 

"When you and Larys have children, they better be perfect like you, so we can gang up on the infestation in the capital." ALicent decided. Blyana blushed. "Have you two..." 

"No." Blyana whispered. 

"No?" Alicent countered. "Really?"

"I want to but hes being a honorable man which father would be proud of and I respect it but its slowly killing me." Blyana declared. 

"So kiss him and show him you are done waiting." Alicent offered and that just what Blyana did that night. 

Blyana's lips were just as soft, plush, perfect. Something about her always seemed better each time he had her. She did not hesitate, she moaned, and her lips began to move against his. Her tongue flicked against the seam of his lips, and he obediently opened, needing to taste her. He held his eyes open and focused on her face when her hands moved to his neck and then into his hair.

Larys stared at the way her lashes cast shadows on her soft cheeks. He moved his hands to her waist to remind himself of the petite woman in his arms. His wife, she would be his wife so soon but not soon enough. 

He watched her delicate features shift with each move of her mouth against his. The sweet taste of frosting mixed with her own unique taste intoxicated him. He became so lost in her kiss that he hadn't even realized when his eyes slid closed and every feeling became amplified. the feeling of about to burst, explode for she was almost his that had been lingering on the edge since her hands had become buried in his hair.

 He felt the sting of her teeth nipping at his lips. He felt the rush of air against his cheek when she breathed without removing her mouth from his. He felt the fine bones of her ribcage expand and contract beneath his long thin fingers. She consumed him and before he knew it, his fingers were bunching up her sweater to pull it over her head. His hands molded to her soft breasts as his thumbs stroked back and forth across her nipples. He tugged the flimsy lace out of the way and trailed his lips down her neck to latch and suck at the tight bud.

He had been so enthralled with the feel of her in his mouth, he hadn't even had a chance to think of how the way she held him, made him feel everything.

He quickly became desperate to fill with her. He needed to feel more. More of her against him. He pulled back just enough to tug his shirt overhead and then went back to kissing her. Her bare chest pressed to his sent shockwaves of lust rocketing through him.

Had he ever been skin to skin with a woman? Had he ever been so lost in the now, that the past couldn't touch him? That the world couldn't touch them... At least he thought it couldn't.

He had thought he would be so buried in her, nothing could break through. Then her hands were on his shoulders pushing him back on the small couch, and he fell. Fell back into his nightmare that he wasn't good enough, that she didn't want him. But that wasn't it. Her hands pressed hard against his shoulders and she began climbing on top of him. Lost from reality, he put a fraction of a space between them. She whimpered into him. 

"Larys, we are almost wed, we dont need to wait." Blyana assured him kissing him again. He held her body to him, he kissed gently along her neck. 

"Oh, my dearest Blyana, there are so many ways to possess a woman and having her body is only the most ordinary one". Larys offered. 

"Then might as well get it out of the way.'' Blyana offered with a cheeky grin. 

"Almost, you have no idea how bad I want you." larys assured. 

"Then take me." Blyana begged. 

"Almost." Larys assured kissing her again.