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“You must be quiet, Nyra,” was rasped into her ear as a large, warm hand covered her mouth in an effort to muffle the noises falling from her lips.. She knew it was Ser Steffon Darklyn guarding her door tonight, and with her husband Laenor with his own lover, they were relatively safe. Ser Darklyn was loyal to her above all, it was not him that her sworn shield worried for. It was the rats in the walls that worked for the Queen.
Rhaenyra knew if they were discovered together, Harwin would be put to the sword, and while she knew her father would never let her be killed, she would be utterly disgraced and her status as Heir to the Iron Throne lost. However, the next thrust of her lover’s hips had his cock buried so deep inside of her, she thought she could feel him in her throat even though it was impossible. Before she could swallow it down, a moan bubbled up her throat, the sound slightly muffled in the palm of his hand.
His face swung up from where he’d been biting at her collarbone. His face was framed with dark curls tangled from her fingers pulling at it earlier. His hips swiveled against hers while his free hand splayed beneath her, cupping her ass and pressing her up into his grinds. With only one candle lit on the table across the room, there had been just enough light for him to make his way in through the tunnel, so he wouldn’t be seen. This meant she couldn’t actually see the way he stared at her with that look that would have left her soaked, but she could feel it.
She hooked her right leg up onto his hip and ran her nails over his shoulders, hard enough that he would bear the marks of her passion for days to come. The hiss of pain mixed with pleasure that he let out pleased her greatly. She couldn’t touch or even look at him in the daylight, their love forbidden, but she knew he would think of her every time his shirt would scrape against them, which was just as claiming as a ring on the finger.
Seven save her, she was a dragon riding princess and she wanted so badly to have Harwin fuck her so hard that she was screaming his name, but she knew they would never get to have that. Her strong Knight would forever be forced to make her his in the shadows.
With another slam forward, his hips met hers with every inch of his cock buried inside of her tight cunt, and then he stilled. Harwin moved until he was on his knees, careful to never dislodge himself, her thighs spread wide on either side of him, and every movement caused his thickness to rub at her from all angles. Both of his large hands, full of callouses from holding a sword daily, rubbed at her soft skin, and it had her squirming where he held her still.
“Stop teasing me and fuck me. I want to go to the Council meeting in the morning with my cunt still throbbing from your cock wrecking it,” she hissed out, low enough only he would hear, but he’d hear the growl in the words.
His deep voice was a whisper in the darkness of her chambers. The stones of the walls absorbing the words.
“We cannot be discovered, Princess. I care not for my life, but yours and that of our sons. If you can’t be a good girl and keep quiet, I will have to stop. And I did promise to put another babe in your belly tonight, hadn’t I?”
Her sworn shield, the man who had fathered her sons and asked for nothing in return, even though it meant treason, teased her with his words, and that had her dripping around his cock and onto her sheets. For someone who had loathed the idea of having children, Rhaenyra would become a mess when he talked about breeding her.
He still hadn’t moved, his pelvis pressed completely against hers. She gripped the sheets beneath her with one hand, the other started tweaking her own nipples as she wrapped her legs around his waist, the heels of her feet digging into his ass cheeks. Rhaenyra pressed her upper back against the bed and used it to brace herself so she could swivel her hips in an attempt to get him to start moving.
But her sworn shield was called Breakbones for a reason.
His grip tightened on hips that were wider after birthing him two sons, and already she could feel the throb of bruises forming. With her pale skin, her lover's marks would stay for just about a fortnight.
And just like she knew, that he knew it would when she realized he still wasn’t moving and instead was staring down at her through his curtain of brown curls with an arched brow, Rhaenyra lost what little patience she had and growled.
“Seven save me! Yes, I will be a good girl”, she hissed again, the sound turning to a whine as she felt a blush caressing her cheeks. Even after seven years together, Harwin could still make her blush like she was a maiden still.
He didn’t give her a verbal answer. Instead, her dark-haired lover started moving, the sound of their skin coming together building louder the harder he slammed into her. Purple eyes rolled back into her head, and her ring-adorned hands flew up and gripped his forearms to anchor herself.
She dug her nails into his flesh, leaving crescent shapes in an effort to silence the screams and moans trying to escape from her. She had always been taught that Targaryen’s Princess, the Heir to the Iron Throne, needed to be completely put together at all times]. Always in control of oneself. But right here, right now, Rhaenyra Targaryen was about to completely fall apart and become a mess.
The pleasure reached its peak, and a feeling Rhaenyra would swear felt like the first time she went flying with Syrax slammed into her. As her back arched and she lost the last bit of control she had been holding onto, her lips broke apart to let out the moan she’d been holding back. Before she could, two thick fingers that still tasted faintly of her pressed into her mouth. Her pale, pink flesh locked around those digits, and she sucked on them hard.
Riding the waves of her pleasure and floating in that bliss, she heard Harwin whisper, ‘Nyra, in a strangled tone, and then she felt the warmth of his seed filling her.
As he fell to the bed beside her and pulled her back against his chest, Rhaenyra couldn’t help but hope that his seed took root in her and held. Even though with every brown haired boy she gave birth to, she risked her forbidden affair with Harwin being discovered, she wanted to feel his child growing inside of her again.
Nine months later, Rhaenyra gave birth to their third son, his hair just as dark as his father’s.