TWO WEEKS LATER
Aenar had gone to DragonStone, to see about some important state business with the ambassador from Braavos, offering him peace terms, not to trade business with the Seasnake.
Much to the dismay of Francesa. The Tully knew the Hightower is secretly screwing her husband, but she dared not challenge or cause a scene in the Red Keep, for the Queen also harboured her dirty secrets as well. Both pawns in the game of chess.
Aenar too has grown cold towards her, making her to find other pursuits of pleasure.
With her husband's absence, Lady Francesa was alone in her chambers. it was an exquisite sight to behold, the sight of she and, her most trusted handmaid Jeyn trying desperately to get each other off.
Both women are clearly untouched with the way they desperately rub their cunnys against one another, lost in sensation of ecstasy when her Ser Harwin pushed open the doors.
Startled, Lady Francesa both scramble off each other and try to cover themselves with blankets.
“I wonder what your husband would think if he saw this sight of you My Lady.” Harwin walks around the corner into Francesa’s bedchamber.
They both squeal out at the same time. The two women are so flustered and humiliated and wet.
“Harwin! Can't you knock before barging into my chambers!”
Harwin chuckles. "That's not how I remember you crawling into my bed last year." He counters, shifting his gaze to the handmaid.
“M-My Lord!” Jeyn shivered in fear.
"So you're into women too?" Harwin drifted his gaze back to Francesa. "Aenar must hear about this...."
“Please don’t tell my husband.....I beg of you.” Francesca begs heedlessly.
Harwin chuckles. “i won't, but you’ve both been such naughty little women, all wet and dirty.” He tsks.
“Harwin, don’t be cruel.” Francesa pleads.
“Then about I offer you both my help.” he suggested.
“Y-your help, my lord?” Jeyn asks, looking up at him with her big soft doe eyes. She looks ever so innocent and demure.
“Our little secret, just the three of us.” his eyes fell on Francesa, Aenar's wife. The Tully was clearly reeled along with her embarrassment.
Harwin walks over to the side of the bed she’s on and slaps the side of her thigh. She squeaks.
“Don’t be such a brat Francesa, we've been doing this since you arrived at the Red Keep.” He grabs her chin forcefully in his hand. “Will you take my offer or not?”
Francesca stubbornly doesn’t answer so Jeyn cuts in. “We do… m-my lord.” she replies timidly trying to ease the tension.
“Call me Harwin while we are alone here, pet.” he spat with dominance. Having Aenar's wife wrapped around his fingers under control was so exhilarating. By the time she's Queen one-day, her body will be at his beck and call.
"Now lie back. I’m going to show Lady Francesa how to take care of you. Pet.”
Jeyn's cheeks get very red as she lies back, wanting to cover herself when Harwin spreads her legs. “No need to be so modest.” He looks to Francesa. “Watch closely, my Lady.” he rasped.
Both women are surprised when he goes down to kiss her cunt. Jeyn mewls when he starts to work his tongue against her. She grips the bedsheets with one hand and Francesa’s hand with the other.
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Of Bastards & Dragons || Aenar Targaryen
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