"You are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires."
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The tale of the Prince Aegon Targaryen and his marriage to Princess Valeria Martell.
Aegon Targaryen FF
HOTD
18+
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Valeria wasn't sure how it happened in those next few moments, but Aegon had secured a room for them.
He hadn't even said a word.
All she knew was he was carrying her while they were lip-locked, all tongue and passion, and he had thrown a gold dragon at the Madame and simply carried Valeria towards the largest room.
The room was dimly lit with several sconces scattered about, casting soft pools of flickering light. There was a plush velvet couch against one wall, and a massive four-posted bed covered in silken pillows against the other.
Aegon carried Valeria to the bed, laying her down gently on the soft blankets. He leaned over her, his arms braced on either side of her head as he stared down at her hungrily.
Valeria stared back at him all the same, just laid out on the pillow with her dark hair all around her. "This is our first time together and you wish to have me in a brothel?" She asked, her hands cradling his face and caressing his cheeks. "How romantic."
"Would you have preferred the stables or perhaps the kennels?" he asked, his tone playful as he allowed her to caress his face.
He caught one of her hands in his and brought it up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to her palm before gently biting the fleshy part of her wrist.
He smirked against her skin, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "It's never been my style to be romantic."
Valeria pulled him back down and kissed him again. She loved the taste of his lips, the way his body weighed on her, and how he was just here.
There was something almost tender in the way their lips met, his body pressing down against hers. He sighed into the kiss, his tongue brushing against hers as he deepened it. A hand slid down her side, tracing over her hip and then down to her knee to push her legs apart.
She exhaled against his mouth, watching him when he leaned up again fully. His hands pulling up the skirt of her dress to the lace of her stockings that went up her thighs.
He knelt between her legs on the bed, his hands skimming over her thighs and up under her dress. He was completely entranced with the sight, his eyes following the path his hands were tracing. His fingers traced over the lace at the top of her stockings, his thumb running over her inner thigh.
A giggle left her when she felt the sensation, biting her lip.
He grinned at the sound of her giggle, his fingers continuing to explore. He gently massaged her skin, his touch firm and deliberate.
"You have the most beautiful thighs," he murmured, his voice low and husky. He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on the inside of one of her thighs.
Her eyes fluttered, and she moaned when he bit the flesh there. "Aegon..."
