xvii. rhaenyra the cruel

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chapter seventeen
act three . a son for a son

 a son for a son

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    ALYLLA and Jacaerys didn't know what came over them, one minute Alylla was comforting her husband as he broke down in her arms and the next he was kissing her.

    Alylla kissed him back, Jacaerys arms held her tightly to him. Alylla didn't waste anytime by pushing Jacaerys down onto the bed, he looked speechless as he looked up at her as she straddled him.

His hands going to her back to her laces of her dress, he started pulling at them and she grinned, helping him pull her strings of her dress. Her dress slipping from her shoulders and down to her hips. Alylla helped pull her dress down and off of her.

Jacaerys' face went red from seeing Alylla bare, his hands were hesitant to touch her but Alylla slowly pulled his hands to her hips.

"Beautiful," He whispered as his hands ran up and down her hips, Alylla started to grind herself on his clothed cock, Jacaerys groaned throwing his head back a bit, until he felt Alylla's hands on his and he lifted his head to see her untying his trousers and pulled them down.

    Alylla slowly sank down onto his cock, as he filled her up. Jacaerys' hands went straight to her hips to help her with her movements, Alylla groaned at the feeling of Jacaerys' filling her up, "Jace," She mumbled, Jacaerys' hands gripped her hips so hard it would leave a bruise.

    Alylla bounced. Her groans and moans were heard all around, Jacaerys' helped by thrusting up which caused Alylla to let out a sound that was only heard from a brothel.

    Alylla's movements started to become slower, which caused Jacaerys to flip them around, which meant he was on top, his own movements were fast as he wished to find his own pleasure and to pleasure his own wife whom head was on the pillow and her hands were gripping the bed as she moaned and ached her back.

    "Aly," He groaned as his movement continued to be fast, with his hips meeting hers, her name being mumbled like a prayer. Jacaerys thrusted became sloppy and slow as he was close to finishing. But he wasn't done with Alylla as he lifted her leg and pulled it above his shoulder to hit a different spot.

    Alylla vision was blurry as Jacaerys continued to fuck her in the new position, which made her scream in pleasure. Until she finished, and not far after Jacaerys finished inside her. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he leaned forward and rested his head on her bare shoulder, he carefully pulled out and fell beside her onto the bed.

    Alylla laid on her back, catching her breath as she pulled the sheets up to cover her bare body.

    Jacaerys pulled her into his arms, as she rested her head on his chest, he placed a soft kiss on her head as he whispered, "How is the baby?"

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