Lucerys Velayon One Shots

Luke Darling P1

Y/n softly whistled a lilting tune to herself as she meandered through the dark, winding tunnels, a flickering torch clutched firmly in her hand. Her exploration of the ancient and enigmatic Dragonmount at Dragonstone the storied seat of Targaryen power for generations often led her to uncover secrets hidden within its weathered walls. Over the centuries, this majestic castle had birthed a labyrinth of secret passages, forgotten halls, and concealed rooms, many of which had been lost to time, only to be rediscovered again in a twist of fate and then lost once more.

Her inquisitive nature had nudged her into rearranging her bedchambers one early morning, a typical pastime that turned extraordinary when she stumbled upon a heavy, weathered door. What began as an unassuming find led her on an enchanting journey over several nights, revealing a series of remarkable paths that connected her to the heart of the castle. She navigated her way to the bustling kitchens, a room filled with the tantalizing aromas of spiced meats and fresh bread, and the grand painted table hall, where stories of old seemed to hang in the air. She even found an old, seemingly abandoned tower chamber, its dusty corners whispering of past glories long faded.

Now, as she ventured deeper into the inky blackness of the tunnels, the dampness clung to her skin, and the air was thick with the earthy scent of stone and moss. The warm glow of her torch illuminated the jagged edges of black dragon glass embedded in the walls, causing them to shimmer with an otherworldly flicker of purple and green hues. Around her, the howling autumn storm raged outside, the wind lashing rain against the ancient stone towers. Inside the tunnels, however, all was eerily silent, a stark contrast to the tempest above.

Y/n continued to whistle, her breath creating a soft melody that bounced off the arched ceilings and jagged walls. The sound reverberated through the passage, creating a form of sonic mapping that guided her way. Each note rose and fell, allowing her to sense the proximity of the walls, the sharp turns ahead, and even the occasional dip of a low ceiling. She reveled in this practice, almost like a form of echolocation, using her voice to navigate the shadows before the torchlight could reveal what lay just ahead. The tunnels were familiar yet ever-changing, and with each step, Y/n felt a thrilling blend of trepidation and excitement, eager to see what secrets the castle would unveil next.

Y/n found as she walked the sounds of the storm seemed to be getting louder and she knew she was more towards the outer edge of the castle, she saw the light starting to speckle though small holes likely left from the many intricate carvings about the castle where the stone was much thinner or at times with small pin-sized holes.

But a sound caught her attention as she walked. "Y/n..."

She perked up assuming she had been spotted somehow, and froze in place making sure no one was around her,

"Y/n..." she heard again,

Slowly she kept moving finding a much larger source of light, an old metal grate between this tunnel and the chamber beyond, half of it was obscured by woven tapestry.

"Please...please... Y/n!"

She peaked though enthusiastic to find the source of the calls, and ... well she certainly didn't expect it to be this.

Beyond the iron grate lay a dimly lit room, the air thick with the scent of burning wood from the fireplace, its orange flames dancing in flickering shadows across the stone walls. The only other sources of light were a few sparse candles, their waxen bodies melting unevenly as they fought against the oppressive darkness that enveloped the night outside. The windows were securely fastened, and the balcony doors were tightly bolted, barricaded against the howling winds and torrential rain that battered the house.

Inside this bedchamber, the atmosphere was heavy with an air of intimacy and secrecy. A large four-poster bed, draped with rich, dark fabric, stood prominently on a slightly elevated platform, its intricate carvings reflecting the flickering light. Above the rumpled sheets lay a figure, partially obscured by the delicate folds of the bedding. The room, despite its eerie ambiance, held a sense of warmth, as though it were protecting its occupant from the storm that raged just beyond its walls.

"Lucerys..." Y/n whispered,

"Uhhh... Y/n." Lucerys whined as he laid on his bed above the covers, his body shifting and squirming in the bed, his hair clumped together with sweat, his head thrown back against the bed, his fingers gripped his sheets tightly. He wore his dark red cotton shirt with the sleeves down to his wrists, the laces untied at his neck, and his black breeches pulled down to his ankles. His pale cock stood tall towards his ceiling.

Y/n gasped and looked away, not in the most of rushes to see her brother so exposed.

"Y/n... y/n..." He whined lustfully squeezing his eyes shut tightly,

She couldn't help her curiosity and looked back, watching as Lucerys squirmed so desperately.

His cock stood tall and slightly throbbing, the veins across his shaft prominent and red, his skin pulled back tightly, and his head swollen and glistening from precum. Every so often he would bring his hand to himself rubbing and stroking himself getting faster and faster letting moans fall freely from his lips. But as soon as his hips began to buck up and precum spilt he'd force his hand from himself gripping the sheets as he lustfully whined and whimpered.

Y/n watched Lucerys do this a solid four times before it clicked what he was doing,

He was edging himself to the thought of her during the storm, using the loud rain and thunder to hide his loud whines and moans as he pleased himself but denied himself release.

Y/n wondered how long he'd been doing it, as the rain had begun late yesterday afternoon, and by the looks of him, he was beyond desperate almost being brought to tears as he once more denied himself his release. He could have been at it for hours, she felt rather bad for him but he was doing it to himself she supposed.

"Y/n... Y/n... uhh...uhhh... Ughhh!" He groaned his hips bucking up hard having to immediately rip his hand off himself and bite down on the fabric of his shirt revealing his bare stomach, he couldn't resist grabbing himself and pumping hard and fast but it only took a few short bursts of movement before he came. "Ughhhh! Y/n! Y/n! Yes! Yes!" He screamed out in pleasure, letting out long and animalistic moans as his mouth opened wide and his head thrown back, his cock sputtered and spat out load after load of sticky seed across his stomach and bed. Leaving him as an exhausted, sweaty and seed-covered mess. "Fuck... ohh fuck..." He groaned in his pleasure-flooded space.

Y/n chuckled to herself a little and found herself flooded with a thousand ideas to torment and humiliate her brother. So she began her walk back to her chambers to begin her plans.