Cruel Summer // Maegor the Cruel

30. The Six Wives of Maegor Targaryen

Six wives... The six fucking wives of Maegor Targaryen. Davina would be the seventh and final or she was going to kill Maegor nice and slow. 

"I'm sorry Dav." Maegor said sitting beside her, she looked up from her untouched drink. 

"You say that a lot." Davina whispered. She found it humorous that Maegor was apologizing after it was Davina that killed six of his previous wives. Yet Maegor was apologizing and rightfully so. 

"Would you rather I didn't?" Maegor offered.

"I would rather you don't do the thing that you have to apologize for." Davina countered.

"You know I love you Dav." Maegor rasped. "I love you and the kids..." 

"Then put in the effort, be romantic and do it right." Davina begged. Maegor nodded leaning into her, his lips molding with hers, 

They kissed, long and slow, their tongues stroking, their bodies pressing together tightly. Davina smiled into him as he fisted her dress. Hands sliding in the slits on her dress.

"Some wedding, I knew it would be a funeral." Visenya remarked before she saw them. "Oops pretend I'm not here, I got the babies!" She squealed running off. Davina chuckled glancing back at her. Maegor didnt stop kissing her though. He took his time, licking and sucking, nipping and soothing, relishing every moan and sigh, her lips stuck to his.

Filthy kisses full of hungry, gasping need. With slow, deliberate movements he ran his hands over the curves of her body, finding the ties of her dress. He pulled at them gently, then roughly, ripping it right off her chest, it bunched as her waist. 

He allowed his hands to roam down her rib cage and hips, slipping his hands under the hem of her dress, the edges of her panties silk against his palms. He savored the smooth curve of her backside as she sucked his earlobe, balancing her hands on his thighs, dangerously close to his cock, pulling him closer.

Pleasure coiled through her, tighter and tighter, centering on her clit and the slow circling of his thumb there. She pressed her fingers hard against the seat, desperate for more leverage to force him to finish this. So close. His hand drops away and then his voice is in her ear, low and rougher than she had ever heard it.

"I'm going to enjoy ripping this off." Maegor purred and she felt the tug and then the breeze of her panties gone. She looked to the scrap of fabric in his hand. 

"It can only be me Maegor. I wont be another one of your whores." Davina reminded him as she grabbed his chin making him see her.

"You killed them so you could have me all to your self?" Maegor reminded her, nipping at her neck. 

"Yes." She admitted. "I dont regret it. But you see, if we do this, I will be killing you as well if you hurt me again." 

"Then that makes it simple. You will be my one and only." Maegor agreed. 

"Just like that?"  Davina countered disbelieving. 

"Just like that." Maegor agreed. "Its always been you Dav, always. You didnt want me-"

"Of course I did you idiot." Davina sassed. 

"Yet you married Erryk." 

"And now he's dead... he helped you win your war and he's dead- dont you dare fucking smile or I chop your cock off right now." Davina demanded. 

"I know you liked him, loved him. He gave you three children... he made you happy. I'm sorry he's gone." Maegor offered and Davina believed him when he said it. 

"Thank you." Davina whispered. 

"I won't get down on one knee," he whispered over her lips. "I'll get down on both knees because I won't ask you to marry me, I'll beg you to marry me." Feathering his lips down her neck, he continued to whisper, "But for now, I need you. I want you whole ... complete. When I marry you, I don't want to share you with your past. I want it to only be us and our future, the kids, I will rasie them as mine because they are a part of you that I love."

"Yes." Davina agreed. "Yes Maegor." 

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Visenya was thrilled, she knew they loved each other, she held her children close before she began the ceremony. Alaric, Elijah and little vaera were present for the wedding. 

Alaric was 7, Elijah was four and Vaera had just turned two. They knew their father was dead, they grieved him. Vaera didnt know her father well but her brothers would tell her stories about them and they would all play with Fury, as he chased his shadows. They kept his little figurines he had made them and Alaric gave Vaera one of his to remember Erryk by. But they had grown to like Maegor, knew that their mother had a complicated relationship with her brother but also saw the love in her eyes when she was with him. 

Maegor looked at her two boys and thought, well I have an heir, I have two heirs now but he wanted a child that was his own. He knew that was selfish, but Alaric could be his heir, he still wanted a babe that was his and Davina's alone.

"They are a package deal." Davina reminded him. "Can you handle their cute competition for my love and affection?" Maegor looked at Alaric again. He looked so much like Erryk. 

"Yeah." Maegor assured. "As long as I get all the love and affection tonight." 

"Deal." Davina agreed.