Red // Otto Hightower (1)

21. Master of Whales

Otto took Aelsa sailing. They woke up headed out drifted out to sea and he fuck her on every little surface of the sail boat. Her moans attracted whales and they echoed her in the distance with their pulses, grunts and moans below the surface.

"phwargh!" The water spurted up and Aelsa laughed out peering down.

"We are out farther than usual." Aelsa noted.

"fuck the anchor-" otto remarked. He had forgotten to drop it while on their sexcapade. He pulled out of her spilling his seed onto the deck. Aelsa laughed out as he ran to the wheel. "Maybe we head back a bit. Dont know what else lingers below the surface." Otto suggested and as fun as the idea of running away from all responsibilities and fucking aelsa with no regard for anyone else. Getting eaten by any number of creatures that decided that ship looks yummy was not on ottos plans for today or ever.

As otto turned them around aelsa lay on the desk. Naked. She stretched out her arms and legs, flexing her toes and reaching her arms out past the edge of the ship. Her back arched off the deck, her eyes closed, and a content sigh filled her.

Aelsa sat up moving to him. She stood behind him as he steered her hands wrapped around his hips fingers trailing down his cock grabbing his balls. Rolling them between her fingers.

"Aelsa love," otto said breathlessly.

"Keep your eyes on the water." Aelsa purred sliding between him and the wheel. She held onto his shoulders before she started to lower between his legs. Her arms draped down his chest so slowly as her lips kissed his hips.

His cock stood at salute for her. Her fingers danced along his cock. His length stood tall and proud, thick with veins stretching root to tip. His heavy balls resting on her palms. He liked when she played with them. She learned that, not with words, but by listening to his groans when she rolled them in her palm. Feeling him jerk in the back of her throat when she tugged and sometimes slipped her finger behind them to play. Holding his stare, she leaned forward and pulled first one and then the other in her mouth.

"Fuck, Aelsa."

"Do you like watching me suck your balls between my lips?" They both knew he did, but she liked teasing him with words as much as he did her. "Do you like knowing my cunt is getting wetter by the second because I like it too?" Aelsa purred. 

"Aelsa," he growled in warning.

"How about when I kiss my way up the back and flick my tongue through your slit?" SHe loved to torment him. "Or is your favorite when you force your fat dick past my lips and push so hard tears slip free?" she purred innocently.

"Fuck, yeah." His hand snapped out and gripped her hair, holding her in place. her cheeks heated.

"Hands on the wheel," Aelsa countered. He let out a shuddering breath. 

"Aelsa," Otto begged. She engulfed him and she felt his thighs and ass clench at the sensation. His hand made its way back to her head, guiding her along, his eyes closed, rocking into her. 

She wanted him to take control and take what he wanted from her. When she stayed silent, he figured it out, and his grip tightened. One of the things they discovered with each other was how much she liked it when he was rough with her. She'd had gentle and sweet— all the typical encounters a good girl had when portraying the innocent little lion. The way he shoved her face against this crotch was anything but what a good girl would do.

"Suck my balls." She obliged. Not that she had much choice with her face buried against them. Once he was satisfied, he leaned close, looking right in her eyes, so she couldn't miss the promise of his words. His finger slid across her already swollen lips.

"I want you forever."

Usually when a man said forever it made Aelsa want to run the other way but she leaned closer kissing him. He lay her back kissing up and down her chest and neck, she smiled into him. 

+

'Brother... I have ordered 10 ships and 2,000 men to set sail from King's Landing to join the effort in the Stepstones. Though time and circumstance have seen us estranged, know that it is not my desire to see you fail in your cause. It is instead my hope that this aid will deliver the victory that has thus far evaded us. I shall pray nightly to the gods for your safe return.' Viserys had wrote and it pained Daemon to read the words. 

"He's not going to agree." Aelsa remarked when they got back. "It's going to fuel him, enrage him... I didnt send the ships."  Otto stared back at her. "Ty is master of ships, I told him to wait. No need wasting resources, I sent out a man I trust, to captain one ship-"

"Jack." Otto realized. 

"He will report back and see what needs to be done." Aelsa agreed. 

"You think Daemon will win this?"  Otto questioned curiously. 

"I think he hates the idea of taking anything from his brother and he will either get killed trying to prove himself right and powerful, stronger, a king in his own right, or he will win and his over inflated ego will be one praising word from popping."