House of the Dragon. Imagines and One Shots

Bastards in love - Jace x Reader

Request for bstar0417

Jace quietly, discreetly followed her through the dark corridors of Dragonstone; the girl seeming to glow, to be a bright light in the otherwise gloomy ancestral home of House Targaryen. His heart pounding violently against his ribs and his fists clenching as two of the Targaryen bannermen passed her; the pair bowing as she acknowledged them, as she would anyone else that called the castle, home. The oldest son of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Harwin Strong, wanting to jump out from the shadow that was concealing him, to confront the men that had turned to look at the beautiful lady. The pair chuckling at something one had said, before continuing on their way. Yet as much as his jealousy wanted to deal with them, sure that he knew what they were saying about her, he wanted to continue following her, more.

(Y/n) Targaryen, bastard daughter of Daemon, was possibly the most beautiful woman in the whole of the Seven Kingdoms; or at least she was in Jace's eyes. No one, other than Daemon of course, knew who (Y/n)'s mother was. Most presuming that she had been a whore that the Rogue Prince had so enjoyed in his younger years. The talk about her, not so dissimilar to the gossip that Jace was sure would go around about his own legitimacy. Yet whoever or whatever her mother had been, it was obvious that she had meant enough to Daemon that he had taken his daughter and legitimised her; had raised her and cared for her, as much as he did for his daughters with Laena, or his children with Jace's own mother. (Y/n) her father's daughter in so many ways, and not just the fact that she appeared to be every inch a pure blood dragon, her long pale hair and almost purple eyes telling the whole of Westeros what her heritage was; for anyone that had spent any time with her would know that even though she was far kinder, far sweeter and much more gentle than her father, she still had the propensity to be fierce and unpredictable when the time called for it; to be a little hot headed and quarrelsome if the moment took her. But Jace didn't mind the slightly unpredictable side of her nature, for he had loved her for as long as he had known what love was. The pair, two bastards despised by many for their birth, yet few would dare say anything to their faces. Especially when they had Jace's dragon Vermax and (Y/n)'s dragon, Xildriet, behind them.

"Are you following me, again, prince.........?" An amused voice enquired. Jace looking around to see that he had been so lost in his thoughts of her, that he had let (Y/n) out of his sight. A smile coming to his lips, as she appeared from behind one of the large columns and walking over to him. Jace finding the breath catch in his throat, as she came to stand in front of him.

"Why do you insist on sneaking around, Jace. Hiding in the shadows, like a thief in the night instead of walking with me? Are you ashamed of being seen with me; being seen with the bastard dragon........?"

"Don't say that, (Y/n). Don't ever call yourself that. And you know I am not embarrassed about being seen with you. I just don't want to give the servants, the soldiers anything more to gossip about.........."

"Let them gossip, Jace. Let them say what they wish about both of us; it not that either of us care. I am tired of having to pretend I don't love you; that we are not lovers. I want everyone to know that you are mine, and I am yours......" (Y/n) interrupted. Jace closing his eyes as she placed her hand on his cheek. A low moan leaving him, as he felt her lips touch his.

"Come to my room. I have had one of the servants prepare a bath; I want you to join me........" She whispered into his ear. Jace nodding frantically, as her hand moved over his crotch. His manhood instantly reacting to her touch. The prince opening his eyes as she slipped her hand into his and pulled him towards her room.

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Jace watched as (Y/n) removed her clothing. His breath laboured as she stood before him for a moment and let him take her in. (Y/n) had been his first, as he had been hers; and no matter how many times he had touched her, no matter how many times he seen her like this, each was as great as the first. A smile coming to his lips as she stepped into the wooden tub filled with hot water; the prince taking the cloth that she held out for him.

"Well, are you going to just stand there and watch, or are you going to join me......?" (Y/n) laughing as Jace quickly pulled at his clothes; they coming to lay with her dress on the floor. The prince dipping the cloth in the hot water before he joined her in the tub; using it to wash her skin, as they stood together. His arm moving around her waist so that he could pull her as close as possible. (Y/n) moaning as the soft cloth moved over her skin, and Jace's stiff manhood brushed against her leg, causing her to move them apart so that he could push himself between her thighs. The daughter of the Rogue Prince gripping him tightly, holding onto his shoulders so they her knees did not give way beneath her; her arousal coating him as she pushed her hips up against his until Jace was begging her to stop teasing him. Begging her to let him sheath himself inside her, to be able to please her. (Y/n) pulling away and slowly moving down until she lay in the hot water; Jace happily taking her hand and letting her pull him down to join her. The prince positioning himself between her legs; the water splashing over the rim of the tub as Jace pushed himself inside her. His movements becoming firmer, faster as her moans filled the air. The prince not caring who might hear her as he took her nipple into his mouth and twirled his tongue around the hardened nub. Not caring who might hear him as her name slipped from his lips; as he told her how perfect she was, and all he wanted was her. For they were bastards in love, and nothing would change that.