Of Bastards & Dragons || Aenar Targaryen
"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 p...