62 A Pleasure And Pain Filled Night (R-18)

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~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 16 Years)~~~

~~~(Location: Resting In Rainwood, The Stormlands, Westeros)~~~

~~~(Date: 300 AC)~~~

"Ahh..."

The soft and smooth body of Margaery leans against me as I have her in my grasp. I've come to find that what Dany likes, Margaery does too. My hands cup her shapely breasts and gently move them. Not rough, but calm and steady.

"Fuaa..."

Her attempts to hold her voice back are something I find interesting. She has seen the open side Dany has when sharing a bed with me. Perhaps it's Margaery trying to retain some innocence. A mockery of purity.

For she has her Maidenhead, but from the way she's acting now, it's clear she's played and trained her own body as everyone does. Besides me, for a long time anyway. I pull her closer, and her head is lying across my shoulder.

Her neck is exposed to me as she encourages my hands. Knowing this can't satisfy her forever, one of my hands heads to her lower half. The moment I make contact with that special place.

She freezes up, and all sounds from her stop. And I do the same.

"Not familiar with such a touch... It's okay to be scared, Margaery... I'll not force myself on you... I'm not a man that would do that to a woman..."

Pulling my hand away causes her to relax. The whispers into her ear have eased her. I have no intention of taking Margaerys Maidenhead by force. That's savagery and evil, and I must show her I'm not as others in Westeros paint me.

She takes a calming breath, trying to find words to speak. As I wait, my eyes shift toward my sister. Her eyes are open. Squinting as she watches. Her growing belly rises with each breath.

The focus of my sister is entirely on Margaery and me. I know my sister, and there is terrible jealousy running through her.

Subjecting her to watch this is the height of cruelty... Even if I don't want to share my bed with another woman besides Dany, The Tyrells are needed allies.

One out of duty... The other out of love...

"Forgive me, Your Grace... I wasn't prepared for that... I find myself worried... Even now, I feel your size on my rear end... Knowing that'll go in me... It terrifies me..."

That's something Dany and Margaery don't share. Not the first time, at least. Dany didn't let my excess length and size stop us from performing our duties. As Dany watches us, an idea runs through my head. A devious one. Something I'd get from Dany.

My hands run up and down the sides of Margeary.

"Ohh, Gods... That feels good, though..."

My eyes never leave Dany as I bring pleasure to Margaery. My sister isn't entertained or impressed. That's because I'm trying to get her to come over here. My fingertips circle around the Tyrell girl's nipples, and she throws her head back in pleasure.

Grabbing my neck and leaning her lips into the veins closest to them. Dany immediately sits up and starts making her way over.

"That's enough. Margaery isn't ready for you yet, Rae. She'll have to be satisfied with what she's gotten."

Before the Tyrell girl can register what's being said, Dany subtly and firmly comes between Margaery and me. There is a complex problem here. My arms wrapped around Margaery from behind, and now Dany has gotten between our bodies.

Her swollen breasts and enlarged belly pressed against mine. A long sigh comes from Margaery as she pulls away.

"As much as I want to rebuttal and fight for your attention, Daenerys is right. I'm not ready."

There is frustration lacing Margaerys voice. One that I can account for as unfulfilled desires. Dany hugs me close, and she takes a short breath. Preparing to whisper into my ear.

"Showing off like that... Do you like seeing me this way? Mad with jealousy..."

The words are soft and supple. She's passing on the unsatisfaction she's feeling. On how I'm handling all this. I know just the thing to push this even further.

I ignore her words altogether and focus on what Margaery said.

"I said before I'd never and will never for you, Margaery... I'd be remiss in not telling you the sooner you get it done. The better it'll be the next time we do it."

Dany brings her hands into my hair and grabs two fist fulls. Making me look into her eyes as she tugs painfully on my hair.

"I'm your focus..."

The violent whisper is only enough for me to hear. The cheeky smile that spreads across my lips tells all it needs to tell.

I wanted her to react this way. I like it when she's possessive and jealous.

"When you put it like that... I see why getting it over with now would be best..."

Dany furls her eyebrows and scrunches her lips. Gritting her teeth slightly.

Ever so slightly.

Margaery makes her way back over, and I gently release Dany. Setting her off to the side.

My sister is in a storm of emotions. All of them make her more beautiful.

~~~(POV: Margaery Tyrell)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~

~~~(Location: Resting In Rainwood, The Stormlands, Westeros)~~~

~~~(Date: 300 AC)~~~

I find myself back in Raenon's arms. His eyes look into mine. This time, my back isn't to him. My heart flutters, and my body heats as a perfect smile is shown to me. Daenerys and Raenon share far more than a smile...

Knowing my children will have such beauty... It's a good thought that settles my beating heart.

"If you wish it... I can start this with a kiss..."

"Fuck..."

In a tiny and weak voice, I hear Daenerys at my side. My eyes look at her, and what I see is someone in the crux of chaos. Her eyes bounce between Raenon and me.

"I'd like that very much..."

The words leave as a whisper but seeing Daenerys reaction. They're a scream to her. Raenons hand gently caresses my cheek as he turns my head to the side. My eyes close as he brings his lips toward mine, and they lock.

There is no sound in my world... All I feel is a rising heat from my core and clinging my body to Raenons. It's hard to put this feeling in words...

Perfect...

The way he touches and kisses me is perfect. As our lips dance with each other, I feel him raise me off his lap. Lining up his dragon at my lower lips. The place where we'll be connected. As the tip enters me, the pain begins.

"Mmmm!"

I moan into his mouth. Not wanting to let go, but letting him know my discomfort all the same. He stops and lets me prepare. He's pressing against my Maidenhead.

Before I calm my heart, I feel a pair of spare hands on my shoulder. They're not Raenons, which means they can only be one other.

Daenerys.

Pain rips through my lower half as Daenerys forces me to take all of Raenons length in one swift motion.

"HMMMMM!!!"

"OH, FUCK!! IT HURTS!! IT HURTS SO BAD!! PLEASE TAK-!"

Daenerys turns my head to look at her, and her eyes peer into mine. Making the words screaming to come out and stop.

"My brother is gentle and merciful when it comes to the body... But I'm not..."

She runs her hands through my hair and pulls on it hard. My head is now under her control, and she looks down at me.

"Know this, Margaery... I may share my brother with you, but the dragon needs its meal... And I'll make sure my brother is satisfied... Even if it comes at the expense of your pain and pleasure..."

There is foaming saliva at the edges of my mouth as I grit my teeth through the pain. But there is a fire stoked in me. One that I've never felt with a woman. I've always seen myself as superior. Never having to prove myself better.

"If that's how you want to play it, Daenerys. Bring it on. I'm not running from you."

I've never backed down from a challenge. I'm not starting today.

~~~(POV: Daenerys Targaryen)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 16 Years)~~~

~~~(Location: Resting In Rainwood, The Stormlands, Westeros)~~~

~~~(Date: 300 AC)~~~

Margaery looks defiantly into my eyes, and I can tell this is where things have changed. She'll not be the whipping horse I want her to be. I let my emotions come over me and sought to cause her pain the quickest way I knew how.

And that was using Rae's weapon at the perfect opportunity. I let go of Margaerys hair, and she leans her body up. Resting it against Rae as she takes a breath.

"Do you want help getting off..."

The concern and worry in my brother's voice fuels the jealousy in me. Margaery, to my surprise and dismay. Shakes her head. She lifts her head off his shoulder and runs her hands through his hair.

"No... This is something I must overcome... It'll hurt... But that won't last forever, and knowing that helps..."

Margaery will make sure I can't overpower her in the bedroom.

I'll admit it.

I admire she's standing up for herself.

But that doesn't change what's important to me.

Rae is mine.