OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

44 • A LOVELESS UNION

"We're not done you slut." Viserys grunts and moans, bitting his lip ecstacy as Alicent kept sucking him harder.

The King 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, fuck you're a bad bitch! gods be good! Arghhh!"

Tasting the man she now hated with passion, her fingers dug deep in his hairy thighs, the King could feel his body drowning in sensation as his climax was now building up.

"Shit I'm going to cum. Fuck! Oh! Argh! Ngh!"

Alicent kept his rock hard erection in her mouth after the main part of the orgasm ended; there was drop after drop of cum still dripping out of the head of his dick even though the huge spurting phase had ended.

He completely collapsed back on his chair, spent and drained, catching his breath, yet he looked down at her as she slowly cleaned up his shaft with her tongue.

"Oh. You're Fuckin beautiful." Viserys looks up to the ceiling holding a fistful of Alicent's hair tight, eyes shut as she worshipped his dragon.

Alicent begrudgingly licked off the last remaining drops of fluid, stroked his thighs; his cock was still in her mouth, but she had stopped stimulating him as she knew his cock would be very sensitive. She slowly let him withdraw his grith and gulped his seed.

Catching his breath, the King staggered up. "Now take off your gown and get on the bed, spread your legs......" The King slurred, pointing to the canopy.

Alicent stares at the drunk man, then rose to her feet. Viserys licked his lips lusting after her figure. Alicent's aurburn hair was tousled, she wore it loose, flowing richly behind her back.

Her long lashes concealed the her honey brown eyes and her oval face was perfect with her little small plump lips which was wet with the King's seed, her figure was curvaceous, her breast were full and heavy, her stomach had little extra padding, but was still flat though stretch marks remained from her pregnancies: four children and she remains slender.

"I said take your clothes off you bitch!" Viserys spat.

Alicent sighed, undo the laces and buttons of her nightgown, her crème gown slid to the floor, until finally she stepped out of the small clothes, standing stark naked before the King.

Viserys pointed to the bed. Alicent said nothing and mounted the sheets and laid flat on her husband's bed, waiting to perform her inevitable duty to the crown. The Hightower Queen inhales deeply, as the movement of the King staggered towards the bed.

The King undressed as his robe slid to the floor, his cock dangling left and right as he crawled on top his Queen, a little stench of strong wine hit Alicent's air, her stomach knot with disgust.

Then he began sucking her breast like he was breastfeeding himself, sucking one and kneading the other, squeezing it softly like a cafe milking it's mother, quenching his own desire, unbeknownst to him, his touch made her skin crawl.

Alicent wasn't in the mood, yet mourned, responding to his touch. The King's wet noises lingered around the quiet room as he sucked, bite, and fumbled his wife's breasts.

Spreading her legs apart to reveal her maidenhead, Alicent felt him fumbling at her entrance, trying to stick his cock in, the sensation was arousing yet stung.

Drunk, Viserys grunts, poking her core with his shaft, after many failed attempts, Alicent took the King's cock and placed it at the entrance of her vulva as he shoved hard into her warm core. "Ahhh!" He groaned and began to fucking her.

She lay underneath him... dead as a liveless corpse as her husband breathes heavily and panting, sucking and kneading her breast as he thrusted into her moist walls.