Alyssa paused against me, her trembling breath fanning hot across my neck until I could feel the feverish heat radiating off her body, the blue Myrish silk of her dress doing absolutely nothing to obscure the soft, supple press of her skin against mine.
Before my brain could even process the sheer insanity of the situation, she wound her long legs tight around my waist and sat down squarely in my lap, her weight trapping me firmly against the icy, damp stone wall at my back.
Her mouth opened against mine in a wildly, the kiss deepening with an uninhibited desperation as her fingers tangled in the pale hair at the nape of my neck.
She pulled herself closer still, burying her soft body into mine until the warm swell of her chest was crushed flat against my leather doublet.
My hands slid instinctively up and down the delicate curve of her spine, feeling the sharp, involuntary shudder that ran through her frame as I gripped her narrow waist, gently applying pressure to pull her back just an inch so I could breathe.
This whole situation was heading toward an unmitigated political disaster, and I could see the impending fallout as clearly as a bright summer day.
I was going to be utterly, royally fucked if I didn’t handle this with precision right now.
The main, glaring problem was what would happen if the news of tonight ever managed to reach the sharp ears of her father, Lord Aethan Velaryon, or worse, my father.
Sure, I doubted Aegon would do anything too drastically lethal to his own prince, considering the fact that Aenys and Alyssa weren’t formally betrothed by decree just yet, but I severely doubted anyone on the Small Council was going to applaud my sudden lack of self-control.
What to do, what to do?
Every single scenario that flashed through my head seemed progressively worse than the last the more I dissected the strategic board.
At long last, I broke the intense kiss, sliding my hands up to cup Alyssa’s soft, warm face between my palms.
Her eyes remained closed for a long, heavy moment, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, before her eyelids slowly fluttered open.
In the deep shadows of the cavern, the striking purple of her Valyrian eyes glowed like twin polished amethysts catching the silver moonlight.
“Alyssa, I need to ask you something, and I need you to give me an honest answer,” I said, my voice sounding absurdly grounded against the thunderous roar of the tide outside.
Her slender arms tightened around my shoulders, pressing her chest flush against mine as she nuzzled her face into the hollow of my neck.
For a brief second, I wondered if she had consumed a bit too much sweet arbor gold at the feast, though I doubted it; the warm air coming from her parted lips didn’t carry the heavy, sour reek of unwatered wine.
“Are you absolutely certain of what you are asking for right now?” I pressed, forcing her to lean back slightly so she had no choice but to look me straight in the eye.
The Velaryon girl trembled within my hands, a sudden, fleeting shadow of hesitation passing over her delicate features.
I remained perfectly still, giving her all the time in the world to make her own choice, even as I was sweating buckets.
While my father, King Aegon, was distant and aloof from my day-to-day life, surely he wouldn’t banish his own son over a dark cavern scandal, right?
Lord Aethan Velaryon, on the other hand, was a proud sea lord who commanded the entire royal fleet.
He was definitely the immediate threat I needed to worry about, though a contingency plan was already beginning to take form in the back of my brain the more I pondered our options.
“This is my final decision, Maegor,” Alyssa whispered, a sudden, burning resolve igniting in her dark purple eyes before her shoulders slumped in a quiet surrender.
She looked up at me with raw vulnerability.
“However, I would entirely understand if you chose to refuse me.
I know what this asks of you.” It looked as though she wanted to say more, but her throat bobbed painfully, her breath hitching as her eyes glistened with unshed tears in the dim light.
I paused, the gears in my brain churning at maximum speed.
The girl looked utterly defeated, sitting there in the dark waiting for my rejection while I debated the ramifications.
I weighed the risks, considered the inevitable court drama, and reached my final, indisputable conclusion.
Fuck it, we ball.
Grabbing the soft skin at the back of her neck, I pulled her back in close, burying her face against mine as her fragrant, silver-gold hair tickled my nose.
Her wet, soft lips met mine with a fierce, intoxicating desperation, her arms wrapping tight around my broad shoulders, pulling with all her strength until there wasn’t a single millimeter of empty air left between our bodies.
She let out a soft, breathless gasp as my hands caressed her face, my fingers trailing down the graceful column of her neck to reach the thin, delicate strap of blue Myrish silk hanging loosely off her shoulder.
With a deliberate, gentle push, I peeled the silk down, repeating the motion on the other side until the embroidered bodice fell away.
We leaned back from the embrace, taking each other in under the pale moonlight.
Her lips were parted as she drew in ragged, heavy breaths, looking far more swollen and kissed than they had a few minutes prior.
The top of her magnificent gown now rested loosely around her waist.
Her perky breasts hung loosely in the air as I stared down at them, their teardrop shape was perfect and meant to be held on to.
Realizing her sudden exposure, Alyssa instinctively brought one pale arm across her chest, a sudden wave of embarrassment flushing her cheeks, but I gently took her wrist and pulled her back toward me.
“You are breathtaking, Alyssa,” I murmured against her ear.
The soft words seemed to work an instant charm, melting away her lingering shame as her hands found their way back to my shoulders.
Clumsily, her slender fingers began tugging at the laces of my leather doublet, attempting to pull it off without much success.
Taking pity on her awkward attempts, I reached down, pulled the thick garment over my head in one smooth motion, and laid the soft leather flat across the stone floor behind her.
Pushing her down gently, I made sure her bare back never touched the cold, jagged floor of the cavern, placing her safely atop my doublet instead.
Her long, pale silver-gold hair fanned out around her head like a halo of spun moonlight as she lay beneath me.
She refused to meet my gaze directly for a fleeting second, her long lashes casting dark shadows over her cheeks, while the silver moonlight poured through the mouth of the cave, casting an ethereal glow over her pale features.
I clasped her cheek in the warm palm of my hand, gently tilting her chin until her purple eyes locked onto mine once more.
Her lips parted softly, a quiet whimpering sound escaping her throat as my hand traced down the long curve of her neck to rest upon her waist.
The sheer silk dress was bunched up around her hips, revealing the smooth, endless pale skin of her thighs and the delicate, graceful arch of her ribs.
Her stomach was taught and flexed involuntary with goosbumps.
Turning her face, I made her me in the eye.
Her eyes were wide, pupils blown black with desire and fear, and when I pressed my thumb against her lower lip, she parted for me, her tongue darting out to taste my skin with hesitant curiosity, and my eyes traveled down to her breasts, pale and perfect, though obscured in the dark shadows.
My hand rose, almost without my permission, and cupped one soft orb, feeling the weight of it, the heat, the way her heart hammered against my palm.
Alyssa whimpered around my thumb, her thighs rubbing together.
She looked beautiful, with her eyes squeezed shut and her face flushed and her body arching up toward me.
I leaned down and took her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hardened peak, tasting salt and skin and the taste of lavender oil.
“I—mmph!” She gasped, her hips bucking up against mine, seeking friction.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, demanding more even as she gasped at the intensity of it.
I lavished attention on first one breast, then the other, using my hands and mouth to drive her to the edge of madness.
She trembled beneath me like a plucked harp string.
I pulled back, my breathing ragged, and looked down at her.
She stared up at me with wide, wondering eyes, her chest heaving, her lips parted in an expression of dazed pleasure.
Alyssa shifted beneath me, her eyes shutting tightly as the cold ocean draft hit her bare skin, causing her to shiver violently until I leaned down, resting my chest against hers to share my body heat.
She let out a heavy, shuddering sigh, her hips moving instinctively against mine as the last remnants of her highborn restraint vanished completely into the dark night.
“Maegor—!” She gasped as I spread her legs with gentle but firm hands, as the cool air of the cave hit her most private places after I had swiftly taken off her dress from her hips in one movement.
I lowered myself between her thighs, pressing kisses to the soft skin of her inner legs, moving upward with deliberate slowness, letting her anticipation build until she was trembling, until her hands clutched at my hair with desperate strength.
She convulsed, her legs snapping shut around my head like a trap as I licked her folds, and whimpered, the voice echoing through the cave.
“Relax,” I breathed against her, feeling her quiver, feeling the heat and wetness of her against my tongue.
I dove back in, my tongue finding her entrance, tasting her arousal, the sweet salt of her desire.
I lapped at her folds with increasing confidence, finding the sensitive nub at the apex and circling it, teasing it, drawing patterns that made her scream and buck and claw at my scalp.
“Oh!
Oh gods!
Maegor!” She chanted my name like a prayer, her hips rolling against my face in an rhythm she did not control.
Her grip on my hair tightened, pulling me deeper, demanding more, and I gave it to her, thrusting my tongue into her heat, feeling her internal muscles flutter and clench.
I withdrew slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and looked down at her.
She was undone, completely and utterly unraveled.
Her chest heaved with rapid, shallow breaths, her smooth belly twitching sporadically with aftershocks.
Her eyes were glazed, unfocused, staring at nothing, and her lips were parted, wet and swollen.
“This is only the beginning,” I murmured against her throat, pressing kisses to her thundering pulse.
Unlacing my breeches with hands that only shook a little, pushing them down and kicking them aside.
The cave air was cold on my heated flesh, but I barely noticed.
Fucking in a cave.
Seven hells, what had my life become?
In another world, I would have been concerned about condoms and consent forms and whether she was on the pill.
Here, I was worried about bastards and blood feuds and whether her father would have me gelded before or after he killed me.
I simply sighed and shook my head to dispel those thoughts.
Alyssa seemed to sense the shift in my attention, her eyes focusing on me with sudden clarity as she felt my hardness pressing against her entrance.
She looked down between our bodies, her breath catching in her throat.
“Just breathe,” I told her, positioning myself, feeling her heat against my tip.
She nodded, her throat working, and I leaned down to capture her lips, swallowing her gasp as I pushed forward.
The head of my cock breached her entrance, tight and wet and impossibly hot, and she winced, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I moved slowly, giving her time to adjust, inch by torturous inch, feeling her virginity stretching around me, feeling the moment I broke through, feeling her tense and cry out against my mouth.
She bit my lip at the pain, hard enough to draw blood.
I murmured nonsense against her ear and held still, letting her body adjust to the invasion, letting the pain fade.
A moment passed, then another.
Her hands roamed over my back, tentative at first, then with more confidence, and finally she nodded, her eyes meeting mine with determination.
Only then did I began to move.
Slowly at first, then faster as her body welcomed me, as her hips began to rise to meet mine.
She was tight, impossibly tight, her inner walls gripping me like a fist, making every withdrawal a battle and every thrust a victory.
I grabbed her thigh, lifting her leg to change the angle, and she cried out in pleasure as I felt the soft plushy skin of her thigh under my fingertips.
“Gods— I!
Mmph!” Her words dissolved into moans as I found a rhythm, as the slap of skin against skin filled the cave.
My free hand roamed over her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the softness of her belly, and finally finding her breast again, rolling the nipple between my fingers until she was screaming with pleasure.
I gripped her throat lightly, feeling her pulse hammer against my palm, feeling the trust as she did not flinch, did not pull away.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, locking me in place, her heels digging into my backside to urge me deeper, harder, faster.
Her eyes rolled back, showing white, and her whole body shook with the force of my thrusts.
I watched her breasts bounce with each impact, hypnotized by the motion, and leaned down to capture a nipple between my teeth, rolling it gently, sucking hard.
“I – unh!
I am close!
Please!
Please, Maegor, please!” She begged, her voice breaking, her body tensing beneath me.
“Destroy me!
Shape me to your desire!
Use me as you see fit!” Her words shattered the last of my control as I growled and captured her lips one final time, tasting her scream as I thrust deep and held there, feeling my own release crash over me like a wave, feeling her convulse around me in her own climax, her body arching, her nails raking down my back.
She screamed into my mouth, the sound swallowed by my kiss, and then her hand flew up to cover her own lips, stifling the cry that would have echoed out of the cave and across the beach, announcing our sin to anyone within a league.
Her body shuddered violently, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm, and then she went limp, her eyes rolling back, her limbs falling away from me like puppet strings cut.
I withdrew carefully, my whole body trembling with the aftermath, and used every ounce of willpower I possessed to spill my seed on the stone floor rather than inside her.
The last thing I needed was to plant a bastard in her womb tonight.
Things were already complicated enough without adding pregnancy to the mix.
I collapsed beside her, my arms shaking, my breath uneven for a moment before I rolled my head to look at her.
She was unconscious, or near enough to make no difference.
Her eyes were closed, her lips swollen and parted, the tip of her tongue visible between them.
She looked thoroughly used, thoroughly claimed.
I stared up at the cave ceiling and wondered what in the name of all the gods I was going to do now.
To put it simply, I was well and truly fucked, literally and figuratively.
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