OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

114 • THE BREAKING OF VOWS

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Not to long, Aenar loosened his trousers as Alicent slid her wet cunt on his cock, and began riding and bouncing on him with pleasure and love.

Each thrust from her husband shifted her womb, her walls were tightened around his manhood as they both basked in each others glow and sensual sweat.

With the words of Berenice ringing in his head, Aenar greedily bounced Alicent on his cock, not giving her a space to breathe. Their moans went in sync as skin slapped skin.

"Ooh! Aenar.... Fuck!" Alicent pants.

"Ride that dick..... Alicent Hightower, show me who owns this royal cunt of yours. Mine or his!" Aenar rubs her thighs, and her bum, holding her waist, guiding her as she rode him like a stallion.

The more Alicent moaned, the more irritated Aenar became, he started to imagine Alicent and Lancelot Strong in the act.

"Did she enjoy it with him!"

"How could she hurt my feelings!"

"I thought she had integrity, despite urspimg the iron throne with her father, how come she succumb to low to fuck Lancelot Strong!" Aenar began having obsessive thoughts. "Did she do it to spite me?"

"Oh yes! Don't stop Aenar! Fuck me harder! Yes! Yes!" Alicent mutter, panting and moaning shamelessly while riding her husband's cock. Her hips were sprayed with hot sticky muck of his seed, seeping into her womb.

"F-fuck." Alicent's shudders bitting her lips as his girth shifts her womb.

"Argh!..." Aenar groans into her ear as he grasped her hips and thrust, hours and hours of his own pent-up desire, fuelling each lunge into her, the silky sheath of his steel member massaging the walls of her core.

Had she thought his tongue provided the perfect friction? She was wrong again; it was his cock, every inch of it, stimulating the entire length of her canal, each thrust sending sparks through her.

"Yes....fuck me harder!. Yes! Ah! Ah!" Alicent moaned back, and bent over as far as she could, pulling his cock even deeper, so that he dragged at each ridge of her core wall with every thrust.

She rode him, bounced on his shaft hungrily.

"Who owns this pussy?"

"You!"

"Who owns the pussy?*

"You!"

"You sure it's mine!" Aenar thrusted deep.

Alicent squirmed and moaned. "Yes SER!!! Fuck!"

"Argh.... Take this dick..... slut!" His lips were still glistening and wet with her juices as he nibbled gently at her nipples, then raised his head and put his hands on either side of her swaying body. Each thrust of his hips was a forceful foreshock that rippled through her, sending shockwaves from her core through her whole body, finally escaping as heat through every flushed pore in her skin.