House of the Dragon. Imagines and One Shots

Love and comfort - Gwayne x Reader

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Gwayne sat in the rooms that had been supplied to him by his sister, mulling over what he had seen, earlier that day. His mind too filled with his thoughts to hear the door being opened and someone slipping in.

"I saw you watching her......should I be jealous.........?" A familiar voice suddenly asked, as two arms were draped over his shoulders from behind. A soft sigh leaving him, before he gently took one of her hands and brought it up to his lips to kiss it.

"I wasn't watching her......well, not just her..........And you have no need to be jealous of any woman, sister. You know how I feel for you; that there is no other woman for me........." Gwayne retorted, as he pulled the owner of the hand around his chair; a broad smile making its way onto his lips as she took a seat on his lap.

His younger sister, (Y/n), had joined him on his long three month's journey from Oldtown, at the behest of their sister, Alicent. Both of them shocked to find that their father, who had served as the Hand to three kings, had been replaced by another. A man of no real name, from the Dornish marches. A man that was not only the Hand, but the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. (Y/n) watching the interaction between the Queen Dowager and the Kingsguard, when she and Gwayne had met this, Ser Criston Cole earlier that day.

Just like Gwayne and their brothers, (Y/n) had been left in Oldtown, when their father and mother had taken only Alicent to the capital. (Y/n) not knowing why she had not been taken too; but it had quickly become apparent to Gwayne and (Y/n), even given their young ages of eight and six, that Alicent was their parent's favourite child; that she was the only one that was truly cared for. The two abandoned children, turning to one another for the love and comfort that had been denied them, when their parents had left Oldtown. (Y/n), from that moment, refusing to leave her brother's side during both the day and at night. The servants thinking nothing of the fact that the two little Hightower's would sleep together in the same bed; that they found security in their sibling being so close. Yet no one had realised that the innocent needs of young children for love, had become far more than that as the two had got older. And even though (Y/n) would go to her own room for appearances, she would still find her way back to Gwayne's bed. Back into his arms. The two siblings having become lovers from the day that (Y/n) had come of age.

"You were watching that, Ser Cole, too..........I must confess that I do not like him. But it is obvious that our sister does........." (Y/n) replied. Her smile getting broader, as her brother began to kiss her neck. Pulling the thin nightgown from her shoulder, so that he could explore more of her flesh. (Y/n) able to feel his cock harden under her backside, as his hand moved under her simple attire and slowly crept up her leg. The touch of his fingers, which had grown slightly rougher over the years thanks to his wielding of a sword, sending a tingle down her spine.

"What do you...........?"

"Please, Gwayne, I know you are not blind, nor foolish; you saw it too. It is obvious that Alicent is fucking the man; or if she isn't now, she was. You can see it in the way that she looks at him. The way he looks at her; he is besotted. He is little more than a lapdog. Though one thing, it proves where good cock can get a man, if he puts it in the right woman. And to go from the son of a steward to Commander of the Kingsguard and Hand, proves that he must be good with it.........." (Y/n) chuckled, as her brother stopped kissing her and looked up at her.

"It sounds as though it is I that should be jealous, sister. Will I have to fight Ser Cole to keep you..........?"

"Dornish men are not to my taste, brother. I prefer my men, to come from the Reach........." (Y/n) retorted, before leaning in to kiss him. Gwayne pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. The oldest son of Otto Hightower smiling into the kiss, as his sister gasped when his fingers found her womanhood.

"Already so wet for me, sister.........." Gwayne hummed, as they moved apart. (Y/n) resting her head on his shoulder and gripping onto his arm, as his fingers moved inside of her. The young knight moaning slightly, as his hand got covered in her arousal. A soft chuckle leaving his lips, as (Y/n) let out a whimper when he removed his fingers so that he could being them to his mouth. Her breath becoming heavy, as he hummed at the taste of her.

"Hmmmmmm. Always so sweet, my beautiful little sister. Now, you are going to be a good girl for me, aren't you? You are going to give me everything I want, aren't you...........?" His smile getting wider, as he felt her nod her head. Gwayne pushing down the top of her nightgown so that he could see her breasts.

"Good.......now, tell me what you want.........what you want me to do to you........"

"I........I want you, Gwayne. I.........I need you........" (Y/n) told him as she began to grind her backside against his crotch. His saliva and arousal covered fingers, pinching at her pert nipples.

"What do you want me to do...........?"

"I want you to take me. I want you to be rough. I want your hand around my throat, as you fuck me hard..........."

"You want to be my little whore......my little slut? You want me to do to you whatever I want.........?" Gwayne interrupted. The lust filled glimmer in his eyes matched by his sister's, as she raised her head to look at him.

"Yes, Gwayne. For the love of the Gods, anything. Take me, use me. Make me scream out your name as I cum." Her breathy words causing her brother to chuckle once again. His arms tightening around her, before he got to his feet. The heir to House Hightower carrying his sister to his bed.

"In that case, it would be ungentlemanly to not give the lady what she wants, wouldn't it.........?" Gwayne continued, as he placed her on the mattress. The young man pulling his shirt from his body, before joining her and ripping the thin gown from her body. Gwayne placing a kiss to her lips, before trailing his lips down her neck, between her breast and over her stomach. Gripping onto her legs and placing them over his shoulders, before he moved his head between them. The young Hightower more than happy to give his sister what she wanted. More than happy to know the love and comfort, that only she could give him.