Bad for Business / Viserys Targaryen

15. With The King

When Viserys didn't move, Odessa rose on tiptoe and slowly brought her lips to his. His mouth, like the rest of him, was hard. His hands moved, splaying across her back and pulling her tighter as his mouth moved in deeper.

Odessa's head tilted back to accommodate the assault. His tongue forced her mouth open wider. She surrendered to him. He tasted, and she dug her fingers into his shoulders. He shoved her back against the wall, his lips never breaking contact.

Odessa let her hands slide under his shirt. He helped her tug it over his head and moved back in. Her nipples pebbled against his warm skin. She could feel his heart pounding against her.

Her heart drummed a matching rapid lovestruck beat. She nibbled on his lower lip, and he inhaled sharply. Viserys skimmed his hands up her sides to cup the undersides of her breasts. She sighed against him, and his thumbs brushed over her sensitive peaks. The delicate torture made her ache for him. She slid her hand in the waistband of his pants, already fussing with the belt, she tugged at his pant and wrapped her fingers around his shaft.

"Oohhh-Dessa." It was half groan and half warning. She stroked his erection down to the thick root and back to the tip. He lowered his forehead to hers trying to catch his breath. His hands stilled on her breasts.

Boldly, she stroked him again. His fingers tightened around her nipples, tugging and teasing. Odessa felt moisture bead at the tip of his penis. She wiped it against her stomach, smearing the wetness on her skin. Viserys abandoned a breast and brought his fingertips to her center, forcing her thighs apart with a knee. Odessa smiled into his touch.

He ran two fingers over the damp fabric of her underwear, and odessa felt her world go gray. She ached for those fingers to be deep inside her, driving her need. He skimmed over the fabric, back and forth in time to Odessas strokes.

When his thumb brushed her nipple again, odessa thought she would come apart. On a growl, viserys tugged the fabric to the side and cupped her. His warm fingers pressed against her wet center. He hitched her leg over his hip to give him better access.

Spread open to him, she welcomed the pressure of his rough hand. He bent his knees, lowering his mouth to her breast. With the new angle, odessa rubbed the tip of his shaft against her bare core. He suckled with an intensity that had odessas knees shaking.

"Hidden door number two-"

"I hear moans..." alicent countered.

"Oh maybe we see something scandalous."Ophelia agreed.

"Or we see something we are not meant to." Alicent countered.

"Then dont look." Ophelia agreed.

"Lia..."

"Just a peek." Ophelia countered.

Odessas strokes became shorter and harder, notching him against her sex. So close. Just an inch lower and the knock at the door broke through their haze.

Odessas hands froze on her flesh and then disappeared as he hastily stepped back. He swore, readjusting the waistband of his pants to pin down his hard on. Odessa redessed quickly as she saw the portrait move ever so slightly.

Viserys moved to the door odessa moved to the portrait. Ophelia and alicent plastered themselves against the wall. Odessa gave it a tug revealing a passageway. Ophelia and Alicent held their breaths. But when ophelia did breathe she breathed in a whiff of her mother's perfume.

Her mother was with the king. With the king. With the king.

+

"Were you with Viserys again last night?" Otto questioned softly.

"We got caught up, doing work." Odessa agreed. She cleared her throat. "Lia, how is the tunnel process going?"

"Slowly," Ophelia admitted.

"Ollivander, you having any luck with the dragons?" Odessa questioned.

"Gods, I will never understand those beasts." Otto murmured.

"Rhaenyra likes my bravery." Ollivander agreed.

"She seems smitten with you." Odessa agreed. "Orion, honey, you still working on your new project?" He nodded not looking up from his parchment.

The kids cleared out for the day and Odessa started on the dishes.

"Odessa, I want you to be careful." Otto requested.

"and I want you to stop being mother and get off my back about this." Odessa snapped back harshly. Otto took a step back.

"I'm just trying to protect you, Dessa, you are my baby sister and you are playing with fire." otto begged.

"Maybe I like fire" Odessa hissed throwing a plate down onto the counter, it broke on impact and she took a step back, letting out a huff.

"I got it." Otto assured helping her away from the shards.

"I dont need to be babied!" Odessa countered.

"Goodness moons bleeding?" Otto muttered as he cleaned up.

"What?" Odessa demanded.

"You are moodier than usual." Otto mumbled. "Sorry, forget I said anything."

"Shit." Odessa whispered.

"I'm sorry, dont bite my head off." Otto begged. "You are grown woman, you can make your own mistakes, I'm sorry for trying to be a good big brother."

Odessa was late.