Fireheart: A "Throne of Glass" Fanfiction

Chapter 16

Dregas was the only prisoner aboard Dawntide. Fenrys and Keras had brought it up for her. Phoenix slept on the deck. Along the other boats, wyverns were perched or sleeping. Others glided above, their riders keeping watch.

Manon stood beside her, along with Aelin's court.

"Are we sure that Brane the Bastard won't attack?" Aedion asked.

"He is expecting his son. Perhaps he will think his son captured a fleet."

"If he knows his son, he would know how unlikely that is," Elide said.

"Your perspective fools you. Terrasen is powerful. Many nations in the world would have fallen to that army. Hell, our two most elite units lost a significant amount of souls."

"Any good warrior knows that brazen cockiness and assuming things about your enemy is practically a death sentence. How many times have the warriors on this deck, as skilled as we are, nearly die because we underestimated an opponent or failed to understand the circumstances?" Rowan said. "If his father truly has conquered a continent, he won't be a fool or a simple brute. He will be cunning and vicious."

"Agreed. Fortunately, they said they have no Fae. I imagine they hunted their witches as well, which means they are mortals-only. That means Brane the Bastard will have few defenses against me." Aelin said. "And, of course, I am quite cunning and vicious when I need to be." She looked at Rowan, who was looking her up and down, like a predator stalking his prey. Her instincts rioted for him. "Get rest. Sailors say the nearest land northward is a week away, and there is no Brane the Bastard there. We will be on the ocean for a while."

Aelin and Rowan descended to their quarters as the court dispersed. Aelin wasn't even in the room when Rowan seized her, biting her neck. She squealed- The Queen of Terrasen, a warrior of legendary status- squealed as he put his hands on her. He kicked the door closed and locked it before shoving her into bed.

"Someone's feeling invigorated." Aelin noticed. "Are you jealous about-" She was cut off by a moan that could probably be heard by the neighboring boats as he shoved into her, her pants not even down to her knees. He held her legs to his shoulder and worked. "I want to kiss you." She said.

"You'll have to beg." Rowan said. Aelin did. She was begging for a solid minute before he finally took her pants off, seperated her legs, and brought his lips down. She lifted her head to meet him, but he stopped just short.

"Not fair." She complained, recoiling from his thrusts.

"You brought this on yourself." Aelin began moving her hips, grinding into him. He grabbed her ass and kept her still. "You deny your queen her pleasure?"

"Like I said. Beg." Rowan commanded. Aelin begged, and begged, and begged.

Finally, he released her hips and brought his lips to hers. He began thrusting quicker and harder, making her body recoil.

"Please, please, please." She continued. Rowan grabbed her chest, squeezing as he released at the same time as her. Aelin panted, her hands still caressing his arms.

Rowan turned her over and mounted her. He brought her wrists together behind her back, holding them with one hand, and began again. His other arm went around her neck, his elbow keeping him up, and he bit into her shoulder.

When he was done with that, he carried her to the cabin wall and pinned her to it, holding her legs over his forearms, and fucked her against the ship. She kissed him all over.

"Don't stop, Rowan, please." She whispered. He went deeper.

When he finished, she sat on the floor, covered in sweat and saliva from where Rowan kissed all over her body. Rowan stood over her, proud of his work.