OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

82 • STRIPPED & DETHRONED

Dawn. The Hightower and the Velaryon shared a romantic kiss, smooching each other and moaning unabashedly with desire.

Gwayne was still on his clothes, while Laena now stood naked beside the hearth of the fire, except for her black embroidered cotton stockings which were held up by elastic bands around the thighs. Ser Gwayne rolled the stockings down and she stepped out of her stockings.

She held her arms across her breasts. Gwayne stood and turned her around slowly for inspection, a smile on her face.

"Lie down." Gwayne ordered.

The both of them had grown fond of each other since Alicent ursuped the iron throne, Laena fell deeply in love with his kind nature, unlike Daemon who's harsh with a fickle love.

Gwayne rubbed Laena's back and buttocks and thighs. The white haired was squirming and her flesh cringing with each application of his two fingers thrusting her core.

She buried her face in the pillow to smother her moans. "Aah! Don't stop...." Her flesh seemed to spring into its fullest conformations. She was shivering now and her buttocks were clenched against the invigorating chill of the Hightower.

Later on she turned to him, pulling him into the bed as they kissed. Laena rasped dirty words in his ears, rubbing her hands against his trousers to feel his shaft.

Gwayne grunts as the Velaryon sank her hand into his trouser to stroked his cock, squeezed his balls.

"Fuck! Get on your knees!" Abruptly he stood up from the bed, and pulls her forward into his chest as his lips fell to hers, melting to a burning kiss. He gripped her waist so tight, that his hands dug her sides, he kissed her with so much desires, tasting her tongue.

Gwayne seemed hungry, like he was starving for sex. Since his wife died ten years ago, he refused to touch another woman, but Laena made him love again. Despite knowing she belonged to Daemon, he wants her for himself. His grip was strong yet his musky scent lingered with her cheery scent.

He grabs her buttocks to squeeze it, pulls her closer with his hands, instantly Laena felt his throbbing manhood and moans. And again, as before, she unzipped his trousers, took out his penis, and put it in her mouth.

Later on, the arousal went unto another level, the Seasnake's daughter, performed her duty on her knees before the Queen's brother, worshiping his Hightower cock with allure.

Licking his lips, Gwayne guided her head back her forth as saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth. He grunts deep throating her, trying to push down all his cock down her throat but it didn't work, he was too big for her, but she sucked him good.

Then he took her on her feet, full on her startled lips, Gwayne began to kiss Laena gently, then with increasing pressure, and with his tongue as he hadn't kissed her in so long.

The Velaryon grabbed him desperately, arms around his head, as he fumbled with her underwear, finally ripping them off. He stroked her with skillful fingers and then sank on his knees with his skillful tongue he kissed between her legs, rubbing, nudging, poking, in a rhythm like a giant pulse,

Laena's legs twined about his head and shoulders desperately, she was beginning to buck her hips, beginning to come, so Gwayne quick and deft as if he'd practiced such a maneuver many times shifted his position to crouch over her, he took her back into the bed and stripped naked.

The Velaryon wanted him so badly. Both parties kissed each other lustfully. Laena moaned softly as Gwayne licked and sucked, her beast, with felicity.

If she'd thought of her undergarments provided the perfect friction, she was wrong; nothing compared to the warm, strong muscle of his tongue, moving more forcefully, as if powered by her juices; the wetter she became, the faster it moved.