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With both of their wives gone they are quite lonely… Baelor throws himself into his duties, the care for the realm as well as his sons and somewhere in between it all his own needs vanish. Maekar however is acutely aware and above all, possessive. When he craves something he will take it. That something is a pretty, young wife.
They like each other very much, perhaps too much but there's something else… With a jealous twinge and perhaps just a bit of intrigue Maekar starts noticing the glances between Baelor and her. He's not a man to beat around the bush. Once he feels he had gathered evidence enough he makes a plan.
Maekar waits till the hour gets late, but still before Baelor would have relieved himself off duty. Maekar orders his wife to put on the sheer dress from Quarth he had commisioned for her. She does so dutifully, already running hot in anticipation. She thinks she knows what is coming. She does not.
Maekar steps close to her but instead for making love to her in their rooms he ties a much less see-through scarf around her eyes.
"Do you trust me, my lady?"
"Always."
With that, without any further explanation Maekar leads her to Baelor's chambers. Unashamedly he sits down on his brother's bed and after a bit of shuffling with clothes, gently steers her to back onto his increasingly stiffer and stiffer cock. No moving, just sitting. They wait, both of them with their faces in the door's direction.
When Baelor finally gets into the room it's a couple of minutes later. As he sees them, he almost turns to leave before noticing his brother's expression.
Baelor knows his brother better than he knows himself. This is no mistake.
The bed's linens are soaking with her juices. Maekar's hips thrust up once, sending her tits bouncing under the sheer fabric, leaving little to imagination.
Due to the sounds in the halls, or the storm outside she had initially missed the sound of the door opening with a soft click, but she does hear when the close with a much louder lock being slid into place.
She shudders as if she just became colder all of sudden. "Who goes there?" she calls out coily.
Instead of Baelor, it is Maekar who speaks up as he leans to put his head on her shoulder making her whimper as his shaft adjusts within her. "A willing participant perhaps?"
"Is this what you two are?" Baelor asks carefuly.
She recognises the voice immediatelly and Maekar feels her clench around him.
"Yes, brother," Maekar's eyes close and Baelor can see it is not because of anger but thinly controlled pleasure as she writhes on him.
"Yes, my king," she breathes out, pleading.
Baelor then wastes no time, his finger running over her hardened nipple. "So eager to please."
She moans and Maekar gives another thrust up.
"My brother is displaying a lot of patience today, I doubt it will last long."
Maekar groans as he begins to push in and out, slowly at first but gaining speed as he progresses. Deeper and deeper with every wet slap of their bodies together.
"I however have patience left quite enough," Baelor speaks again, offering a helping hand to her sensitive bud.
...
A month or two goes by, it's not long till Maekar's seed quickens within her. The grand maester confirms she is with child, that is when Baelor finally gives in.
Caressing her little swell, he is quick to pull her into his own lap for a change, letting Maekar watch instead. There is something in Baelor's expression that betrays his next words as simple play. They are appreciated by all sides equally none the less. "Should we get them a sibling?"
He fucks her slow. Deliberate, unlike Maekar who more often than not gets a little hasty. Where Maekar is strong, unyielding and… Quite a bit larger. Baelor makes up for in figuring out all the best angles, edging her for hours.
They all fuck so often that when the child is born it is less of a hassle than the maesters had predicted, her cunt being prepared more than enough.
After that she is never too long without a child. Always full and growing still. Knowing too well without the worry ever being voiced that that is going to be the only time Baelor will ever put his cock inside her.
That does not however keep him from teasing both her and Maekar about which colour of hair will the crowning babe's head between her legs nine months later be.
Six years and four beautifully pale haired children later Baelor breaks again and gives in. When that one comes out, quieter than it's previous siblings with a little head full of spiky black hair, nobody is questioning it at all anymore, assuming that some of her features finally won over. But the three of them know.