"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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It had been three whole days since that night in the brothel, and Aegon and Valeria had not been seen by the Court once. Only knowing that they were in Aegon's chambers and that the sounds coming from the room were sinful.
They took all their meals inside. The servants weren't allowed in. Every visitor was turned away.
And it was all because Aegon and Valeria could not get enough of each other.
The two of them practically spent the entire time in bed together, only sleeping and eating when absolutely necessary. They were like animals in rut; the moment they touched each other, there was no escaping and it sent them into a frenzy.
Even as the sun had barely rose on this day, Aegon was making love to her at first light-Valeria moaning softly against his lips and her body under him.
She had his body committed to memory now. To the hard lines of muscle, to the roughness of his hands from callouses, to the feel of the silk strands of his silver hair.
She decided since that night in the brothel that this was where she belonged-either in his bed making love to him or riding him until they found their pleasure in one another.
They had only awoken moments ago, Aegon groaned when he pushed into her, panting against her lips as he pulled her leg over his hip. "Mmmm... love...how are you always so eager..." he muttered, rolling his hips forward slightly to push deeper into her.
She smiled against his lips, her hands rubbing up and down his sides slowly. Her leg were around his waist, and like most of her body, was covered in love bites and marks from their love-making. "I like it when you're inside me," She whispered, opening her eyes to stare into his.
He gasped when he looked down at her, finding her eyes staring into his with a mixture of neediness, affection, and lust. "Gods..." he muttered, his hands sliding down her body. He gently grabbed her hips, pulling her forward to meet with his thrusts.
She moaned and gasped at the way he lifted her hips, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she kissed him deeply.
He rolled his hips again, gasping when he felt her tongue press into his mouth. Shuddering, his own tongue gently toyed with hers in response.
Valeria gently turned him onto his back, her body falling on top of his. His hands moved to her hips as he pulled her down firmly against him until she was sitting in his lap. Her hands traveled down to his chest, staring down at him fondly and sweetly. "No gods," She whispered. "Just me."
"You little minx..." He gave her hip another pinch, trailing his hands down to her behind and giving her a spank before his hand squeezed it lightly. His eyes filled with amusement and fondness when she giggled, beginning to move her hips up and down and soft sounds of content leaving her.
