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112 AC
Kingslanding
Daeron Nymeros Martell
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"I am actually not so sure about this now that we are actually doing it..." I mutter as I adjust myself to get comfortable, Rhaenyra straddling the 'seat' in front of me.
"Just hold on and we will be fine, it will be a gentle ride." She turns back with a wicked smile and a gleam in her eye. ""Let's go!"" Syrax pushes off the ground and I clench my teeth as I hold on with my thighs.
With a few flaps of her wings and the angle going from flat to facing the sky, I am forced to hold on with my hands. The lack of handles as Rhaenyra is using them forces me to grab a different kind of 'handles'. She squirms as I grip her hips and each mighty swing of Syrax's wings causes me to hold on tighter or slip off the back of the saddle.
"This is much different." I mutter as Syrax climbs through the sky and farther from the ground.
"Well, what did you expect?" Rhaenyra asks back and I can't find words that fit how I am feeling.
Flying Gaelithox is like riding a mountain as it flies through the sky, Syrax is like a bus at best or maybe just a big truck. I can see much more from Syrax's back and I am long over my fear of heights, but seeing so much of the ground is making my hands sweat. I usually can only see this much of the ground beneath me when Gaelithox dives or is turned sideways.
It is enough that I feel a bit uncomfortable so I shift forward closer to Rhaenyra, I slip my hands from her hips to hold her from behind. She goes stiff feeling me try to merge our bodies in an attempt to feel more at ease but she does not say anything. She does however seem to heat up like a little space heater trapped within my arms.
"Syrax is acting pretty relaxed, hard to imagine all the stories you told me of her snapping at people." The dragon in question trills as I rub the heel of my boot against her scales.
"She has always seemed to like you since she first saw you, I find it strange but I guess it is a good sign as well." Syrax is a little cutie compared to most of the dragons in the pit I have seen.
"She has good taste in men." Rhaenyra scoffs before looking over her shoulder with amused eyes.
"I am sure that is what it is, it is surely not because she smelled you might taste good and is eyeing you to eat." I roll my eyes but a thought hits me and when I look into Rhaenyras own mischievous eyes I form a plan.
"Well as her rider you should test out the quality of the 'food' first and let her know exactly how good it really is." For only a moment she shows confusion before I press forward and catch her lips.
She turns more toward me as I steal a kiss, a long-awaited revenge for the one she stole from me. Only this time she has nowhere to run off unless she wants to jump from the back of Syrax. That and my arms snaked around her body won't let her go until I get my fill of her sinfully soft lips.
I leave one arm hooked around her waist for safety reasons while I start to explore a little with my other. Gliding my hand over her chest causes her to break the kiss and take a sharp breath. She looks down at my hand and I can not see her face but she turns around once more while biting her lip. Seeing her reaction I grip a breast causing her eyes to widen and her teeth to sink into her lip more.
""Put us on the ground, Syrax."" The dragon seems all too happy to get the two horny monkeys off its back as she nose dives straight to the ground beneath.
Though the steep descent did little to cool off my actions as instead, I had to hold on tighter, resulting in squeezing her boob harder.
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"Owww..." Rhaenyra massages her breast as we stand on the ground without the fear of falling to our deaths.
"My bad?" She glares at me with furrowed brows before letting go of her breast and approaching me.
She closes the distance and places a hand on my chest before trying to squeeze it only to find muscle does not squish as easily. I smirk and it sets her off more as she frowns but the frown disappears as I slip a hand onto her lower back. I tug her forward and against me before leaning down and taking her lips once more.
"Would it help if I said I was sorry? It was a pretty sudden nosedive and I only had a moment to grab something secure..." I look down at her chest pressed against mine and she gives me a dry look.
"Apology accepted, but maybe next time you will keep in mind not to squeeze so hard." I fight off a grin as I nod in acceptance, I like the words 'next time'.
"With that out of the way..." I lift her chin and once more press my lips against hers, this time a real kiss and not one that will be cut off randomly.
The first was her being nervous, the second was my impulsive hands wandering and the last a moment ago was an apology. She also seems accepting and eager to improve from our less-than-favorable previous attempts. Though her hands sneaking around behind me and feeling on my own ass are a bit odd.
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112 AC
Kingslanding
Rhaenyra Targaryen
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Remembering what the handmaid said about how men like to lead in everything I try to follow after everything Daeron is doing a fire growing in my guts threatens to burn me alive. I also can not get over how his muscles felt just a moment ago and I want to run my hands across them. His back is just as defined as his front and I soon find my hands on his rear which is in his riding pants. He took liberties with my breast so I think it's only fair if I can have some with him as well.
I have to break off the kiss for a moment to catch my breath, the taste of his tongue in my mouth making me want to go back for more. His eyes stir the pooling heat inside of me and I feel my legs get a bit weak as I lean against him. His hands on my hips feel like they are burning me through my clothes and I want to feel them on my skin.
Though I suppose right out here in the open would not be wise for the crown Princess to have her intended to take her. Even though I know better it does not diminish the desire I feel a the moment so I take a step back to regain my mind from the building heat. The desire in Daerons eyes is as strong as I imagine mine is in my own eyes, but we only have to wait a few more days anyway.
I wanted to go riding together since the next few days I will be busy getting dressed up and prepared. It will take hours just getting my hair braided alone and I will not have much time to spend with him. I did not expect him to ask to ride Syrax with me since I rode Gaelithox with him, but it turned out like this because of that. I half want to ask him to walk back, if I have to sit on his manhood on the way back I might lose the little restraint I have managed to build up.
"Let's take a walk." He seems to be having his own difficulties as he pries his eyes off me and focuses them on the beach not far from us.
"That sounds good." I look back at Syrax and she tilts her head as we start to walk away from her, she seems to read my intentions as she follows not far behind us.
My smart girl.
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"I see, well Myriah told me it would most likely be like that, she is helping after all. I am happy the two of you are becoming friends, she does not have many real friends even back home. But she seems to enjoy being around you and you have my thanks for that, it only got harder for people to approach her with her getting a dragon." I smile as I remember how excited Myriah was to help pick out a dress with me, she even gave me an earlier gift for the wedding.
I reach up with one hand to my neck and feel the necklace that was designed like the conqueror's crown. The real conqueror's crown is Valyrian steel with rubies but this is still beautiful with the silver and rubies. She said it was a gift she had made for me and I can't help but feel touched by her thoughtfulness.
"I also enjoy being around Myriah, she does not hold back her words and says what she means. But that does not mean she is crude or rash, she is witty and funny with her sharp tongue. She lashed her sharp tongue at quite a few of the ladies who were helping with my dress when they tried to make it 'too traditional'. She told them all that I am the crown princess and the Queen who will first sit on the throne, I do not need a traditional dress." I do not want to say too much as it is supposed to be a surprise but I love the new design for my dress.
It gives off a very Queen-like image that I hope to put into all of my wardrobes, Myriah even offered her help with that part as well. She is very good at that kind of thing and that is why when she offered to be a lady in waiting for me I accepted. She will be marrying Laenor Velaryon just like her brother is marrying Laena Velaryon but she told me she won't be going to Driftmark for some time.
But I am excited to start dressing the part of the 'conqueror' of Drone as some have started to call me. Even if that is not actually what is happening, Dorne is willingly joining in and retaining much of its power as individuals compared to the other Kingdoms. But the 'Bloodless' conquest of the last kingdom of Westeros has many people talking. I find some humor in the name since there will indeed be some blood, just not from a metal sword.
I take a peek toward Daeron and find my eyes drifting down while I remember the 'sword' that stabbed at my rear while we were flying. I quickly look away when he takes my hand and pulls me closer to him as we walk through the sand.
"I suppose Myriah is famous for not really caring who her words hurt, she can act properly when it's a public event but when it's less public..." I smile and nod as I let the heat fade from my face at almost getting caught.
"I hope she will remain that way with me always and not change, I enjoy having someone speak their mind such as she does. My other friends, I would not call real friends, only Alicent is a real friend but at times she holds her tongue even if she wants to say something. I feel like sometimes she is scared of something happening to her if she crosses a certain line but Myriah just walks right through it without a care." He chuckles and I tighten the grip on his hand.
"If there is one thing you can count on, it's Myriah doing what she wants." His smile is sincere and makes me look forward to getting to know Visenya as she grows up.
I hope my relationship with her will be like Daeron and his siblings.
