House of the Dragon. Imagines and One Shots

Reward - Part 4 - Tyland x Reader

Her knees were weak, and if not for the fact that she had her hand placed on the top of Tyland's head; that her husband was gripping at her firmly, she may just drop to the floor.

Her heart was beating frantically against its bony confines, as the lion nudged his nose against her sensitive nub and continued to let his tongue taste her; to lick and tease her. The way that he told her that she tasted like the sweetest honey; the way that he was moaning lustfully, as he feasted on her like a starving man that had just been sat in front of a table groaning with food, seemed to make it difficult to breath.

"Do you want more..........?" Tyland asked. His voice sounding deeper than it had previously, before his lips moved to suck at her little bud. The princess, finding herself incapable of doing anything but nod at the lion's question. Her mind reeling, incapable of formulating any words, as her husband chuckled. The vibrations sending a new pleasing sensation to her core. Her fingers gripping into his hair, as she felt fingers being pushed inside her. A loud gasp leaving her lips, as the fingers began to move in and out of her body at a torturously slow pace. Tyland groaning as her womanhood gripped tightly to him, and he felt her tremble under his grasp. The princess looking down at her husband, as she sensed a dampness slowly make its way down her inner thigh. A blush creeping onto her cheeks, as he looked up at her and smiled; his nose, moustache and beard covered in her arousal.

Suddenly her feet were no longer on the floor. A squeal leaving her lips, as Tyland picked her up; her legs wrapping around him, as he carried her to the bed. His hands groping at her backside, before he carefully lowered her onto the mattress.

"Stay like that.......I want to look at you." The Master of Ships ordered, as he move away from her. (Y/n) allowing her legs to remain wide open as she propped herself up on her elbows so that she could watch him undress. Her breathing shallow, as Tyland pulled his undershirt from over his head, as he moved his hands down to the strings that held up his breeches. The princess' body flushing as she continued to gaze at him, as she finally lay eyes on his aroused state.

It wasn't that this was the first time that she had seen a man.......well, when she said man, what she actually meant was her brother, Aegon. The oldest prince "accidentally" finding his way into her room in the middle of the night when he was completely naked. Aegon asking her if she would like to know what it was like to be fucked, as he stroked his manhood. (Y/n) having to order him from her room; order him to go back to their sister, or whatever other poor young thing that he had been able to drag into his bed. Aegon laughing at her and continuing to stand at the bottom of her bed and looking her, until his seed spilled from him. But there was a difference between Aegon and Tyland; her brother was a boy, a pathetic, cruel, wicked boy, and Tyland was definitely a man. The lion taking himself in his hand and stroking his cock, as he took in the sight of his bride.

He had had women before, tasted and pleasured them before; and they had most certainly pleasured him in return. But his bride, this dragon; a dragon that was really his, was something different. The way that she was looking at him, as she remained open, vulnerable before him. The way that she was panting in expectation, blushed with desire, was more arousing than anything he had ever experienced before, and he couldn't wait any longer to sheath himself inside her. He couldn't wait to fill her with his seed and have her scream out his name when she came undone. Tyland slowly making his way over to his princess; (Y/n) moving back a little as he joined her at the bed. Her eyes closing as he kissed her lips and brushed his cock against her, soaking himself with her arousal, before finally pushing himself inside her. The princess digging her fingers into the muscles of his shoulders, as the pain hit. The lion assuring her, comforting her, kissing her until the pain began to subside; until she begged him for more. Tyland smiling down at her before taking her wrists and moving her arms above her head. One hand gripping her firmly, while the other made its way down to her breasts. The air in the room filling with groans and moans of the newlyweds.

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(Y/n) felt hoarse from all the noises that had come from her. She had not stopped moaning from the moment that he had entered her; she had not stopped shouting out his name and begging him for more, begging him not to stop. And Tyland had been happy to give her everything she wanted and more. He had already shown her so many things, made her feel so many things; yet she still felt as though he had so much more to teach her, and she knew that she would be happy to learn. Her hands currently gripping tightly at the headboard, as one of her husband's hands gripped at her hip and the other at her shoulder; Tyland forcefully pulling her too him, as with each thrust, he seemed to bury himself deeper and deeper.

She had lost count of how many times that she had plummeted happily into that heavenly abyss, since they had started. How many times her legs had begun to shake, as she found herself at the top of the precipice. Tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from how over stimulated she was; but she didn't want him to stop. She didn't want to allow her body to fall this time, until he fell with her too. His grip on her hip and shoulder suddenly becoming painful as his thrusts stuttered, as he told her that he was going to cum with her. The princess feeling everything inside her explode, as his warmth filled her, and the pair moaned out the other's name. The lion pulling her back to his chest before his lips kissed her neck.

"You, my beautiful princess, are the greatest reward any man could receive." Tyland hummed, before he pulled her down to join him on the mattress. His finger brushing her damp white hair away from her face. The lion's arms wrapping themselves around her; Tyland determined to not let his reward go.