Visenya Targaryen knew many things to be true. She was Harwin Strong's daughter. She was a Targaryen Princess regardless. And she was not going to marry for love.
With a war looming, Rhaenyra Targaryen must do everything in her power to strengthen h...
Sorry I'm late - had a really busy weekend that ended up the weekend from hell but I wanted to make sure I stayed somewhat regulur so here we are
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Sex with Cregan changed things. She had known it would make a difference but she had not realised that after that one time, her hunger for him would not fade. That every night she could not eat her supper fast enough before slamming the door of their chambers shut and letting him grab her up into his arms, against the wall or in the bath or on their bed if they made it there, each time better than the last as he learned her body and she learned his.
They wouldn't stop, not until her legs were trembling and she had to push his head or his fingers away from her. Not until he was completely spent, his seed across her stomach or his, even that time she had slipped off him and caught it on her chest. They were always spent at this point, panting and slick with sweat. But she knew he was looking, that he was starting to see that her plan did not include allowing him to finish inside of her. He was starting to realise that there must be a significance of it although he had no idea who to ask about it.
He just knew that when he woke in the morning, she was always there against him whether her cheek pressed to his arm or her back rested against his front. She usually fell asleep first, fucked into a happy and sated state that made something pulse in his chest when he saw her like that. This woman of his who was wickedly clever and who made men twice her size feel like boys when she glared at them with her witch-like eyes could be made that calm, that happy and soft by him. When he saw her laying on her front, wrapped in his furs in his bed, her lilac eyes sleepy and her small pink lips turning up at the corners no matter how fierce people thought her to be.
It was something primal and dangerous in him. Something that made him think of how far he would go to keep her happy, to keep her safe and in fact, just to keep her.
Because she was good, she was brave and kind but she was fierce and volatile in a way he hadn't known girls could be. Above all, she believed in fighting for what was right. And when he thought of how she had flown to Bear Island, how she refused to be left at home or pushed back, something tightened in him that only released when he was deep inside her. She was more than he could have wished for when he chose her to be Lady of Winterfell.
And when she woke from the sunlight streaming in, she would push back against him and sigh a noise that made every part of Cregan wake. Sometimes she would push him back until she was astride him and riding him into bliss but the mornings where she was less energetic, she would just pull him against her back and let his hand slip between her legs until she told him she was wet enough and he hooked her leg around his and let him slide inside of her so slow and deep they both were unravelling in minutes.
Mornings like this, one could be forgiven for thinking there was something beautiful, something filthy but sacred between them. In his breath against the back of her neck and how he'd bite down on her neck to stop himself from saying something foolish. In her rising moans that none of the other boys had ever gotten from her no matter how experienced and endowed they claim to be and the way her hands always grabbed for his, wanting his fingers laced between hers when he got her to the peak.
