OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

12 • THE PARAMOUR

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At night, Prince Aenar payed a visit to his paramour in one city's brothel before the day was done. He needed to seep out his delight, anger and frustrations, he needed the warmth core of a whore.

And so the prince left the confines of the Red Keep, into the alleys, taking corners of the city in his hooded cloak, disguising his identity while strolling into a pleasure house in the Streets of Silk.

The pillow house was a fine one, as far as these things go. He desperately needed Delilah's touch.

"Do you like it?" He pours himself a cup of wine.

"Ofcourse love it." Delilah stares at the emerald set of jewelry inside the velvet box. Another piece to her collection, she giggled. Whenever the Prince came to visit, he never came empty handed. Her top notch client, who's being good and kind towards her.

Aenar emptied the goblet and set it on the table, exhaling sharply, looking out through the illusion window at the jungle streets of silk.

"Will you be fighting in the upcoming tournament next moon?" Delilah asked as Prince Aenar was now removing his rings and chain, placing them on the table.

The Prince smirks. "Do you want to see me joust? Or kill someone?" He questioned as she comes to hug him from behind.

"I'd love to. that's if you promise me your favour." She tells him.

Aenar chuckles deeply. "Participants don't give favours, it's the other way around." He sighs, tuning to her.

"So who's favour will you be asking? Your brother?" Delilah puts her hand around his neck, caressing his sliver hair, inhaling his scent.

Aenar arcs a brow. " Someone else, an old cunt in the small council." His eyes darkened derisively.

Delilah tries to kiss him, but he removes his lips.

"Stop." He softly tells her. "I told from the beginning, I don't kiss my paramour." He brushed her jaw with his hand, after staring into her lustful ears, Aenar said. "Get on your knees." He commands sternly with a whisper and she obeys.

Aenar was having the time of his life. And again, as before, Delilah unzipped his trousers, took out his penis, and put it in her mouth.

The one thing different from before was that she did not take off her own clothing, a see through dress. Aenar tried to move, but it felt as if his body were tied down by invisible threads. He felt himself growing big and hard inside her mouth.

He saw her eyelashes and curled hair tips moving. Her bracelets made a dry sound against each other. Her tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap itself around him.

Just as he was about to come, she suddenly moved away and began slowly to undress him. She took off his shirt, his underwear.

Aenar smirked and went to lie down on the bed, he liked when she dominated him. Her own clothes were she kept on, though. She sat on the bed, took his hand, and brought it under her dress.

She was not wearing panties. His hand felt the warmth of her core. It was deep, warm, and very wet. His fingers were all but sucked inside.

Then Delilah mounted him and used her hand to slip me inside her. Once she had him deep inside, she began a slow rotation of her hips. As she moved, the edges of the pale-blue dress caressed my naked stomach and thighs.