At midday, Viserys dismissed the council and had a private audience with Otto Hightower. Aenar had attended to some court business and sent some letters out in regards to the Heir's Tournament, yet he felt horny and needed the Hand's daughter.
After rounding up and signing some parchments, sending out letters, he then decided to go to the Tower of the Hand with flowers and some chocolates and a box of jewelry, to visit his sexual partner, despite this morning escapades, Aenar wanted to feel her warmth again.
Arriving at her quarters, the aurburn haired was glad for the gifts, they talked and chatted for a while.
"Your niece hates me." Alicent complains.
"Do not worry yourself about Daenerys, she'll come around." Aenar assures, planting a kiss on her cheek.
"Are you be competing at the tournament?"
"Will I except your favor?" Aenar asked.
"My favours are always yours." Alicent replies softly, staring into his lilac orbs of seduction.
Moments later, the doors of Alicent's room were locked as they kissed and smooched each other, necking and tonguing.
Immediately Aenar pushed her to the wall roughly and tore her dress, revealing her breast as he sucked them hungrily, while fingering her core, Alicent moaned, his touch burned her.
Later on, Aenar sat on her bed, stroking his ten inch shaft, Alicent licked her lips, watery and lustfully staring at the prince as he strokes his cock. He was big and she wondered how he'll feel inside her.
"Come here." His voice rumbled
Alicent obeyed and went on her knees and gave him a blowjob and swallowed many loads of cum, but this was a very intense rush.
Aenar had a pent up anger for Otto Hightower and he needed to release the frustration on his daughter and he had a lot of cum built up, but the intensity and amount of come was difficult to handle.
Alicent kept bobbing her head up and down and forced herself to quickly swallow it up, not wanting to lose a drop. Aenar grabbed my boobs tightly; normally she don't like having them held so tightly, but she didn't mind, she knew his orgasm was really intense and he needed something to grip onto.
"Fuck!" Aenar grunts, holding a fistful of her aurburn hair.
Spurt after spurt of hot cum shot down her throat. Alicent was able to gulp most of it down quickly, but some of it filled her cheeks. His own cum mixed with her saliva as she licked the tip of his shaft, valiantly swallowing it all down.
"Suck that cock. You dirty girl." He grunts as Alicent made sultry sounds.
Aenar groans, throwing his head back. "Fuck! Otto must be so proud of you. A comely maiden at court, sucking the cock of the Master of Whispers like a slut. Hmmm... Oh yes, keep doing that, oh..... Fuck! Look at me while you suck that cock.... Look at me baby! Hmmm!" he rasped in pleasure, holding a fistful of Alicent hair, guiding it back and forth as she held his gaze.
The Prince deepthroated the aurburn haired as she struggled to breath through my nose, which was buried in his pubic hair, as she finished him off, milking even more cum out of his balls with her hands.
Just when she thought it was over, his cock quivered with some involuntary aftershocks, and yet more creamy juice trickled down her throat.
"We're not done Lady Hightower" Aenar grunts and moans, bitting his lip esctacy as the aurburn haired kept sucking him harder.
The Prince lost his eyes in his head.
"Gods your mouth is so good. Oh.... Fuck!" he groans, whimpering as he threw his head backwards in pleasure moaning. "Fuck Alicent Hightower, fuck you're a bad bitch! Holy shit! Arghhh!"
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Of Bastards & Dragons || Aenar Targaryen
Fantasy"F-fuck." Alicent's shudders bitting her lips as his girth shifts her womb. "Argh!..." Aenar groans into her ear as he grasped her hips and thrust, hours and hours of his own pent-up desire, fuelling each lunge into her, the silky sheath of his stee...
