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The princess couldn't help but gasp, as Vaemond's lips moved from her neck, down the valley between her breasts and then to her stomach. The knight of House Velaryon, singing her praises between kisses. Telling her that she was the most beautiful of women. That he desired her more than he could any other; and that he was going to show her what it was to be loved by a man. (Y/n) biting down on her lip, sure that at any moment she would draw blood, as her husband to be, moved again. A low moan coming from deep inside her, as she felt his breath on her womanhood. Sure, that she had quite forgotten how to breath, when his tongue began to move over her heated core. Her fingers burying themselves into his hair; Vaemond letting out a groan, as she pulled slightly. The dragon able to do nothing but revel in this new, glorious sensation, and beg him not to stop.

"I like it when you beg.........." Vaemond growled, as he looked up; a gentle pink hue coming to her chest and cheeks, as she looked back at him. The seahorse taking a finger into his mouth and wetting it, before speaking again.

"Beg for me again, my little dragon." He continued, before moving back down to once more savour her. His finger pushing into her slowly. (Y/n) doing her best to do as he asked; but finding that all she could do was whimper; all she could do was moan, as she felt him move his hand. It slow at first; but as she began to relax, Vaemond picked up the pace. Her hand pulling at the sheet beneath her, as she felt him add another finger.

She had never imagined that it would be like this. She and Rhaenyra had spoken of such things before; they had laughed about what it would be like when they finally lay with a man. Giggled when they had talked about handsome guards or servants.

She had heard her uncle speak of the goings on between men and women, of the acts in the dark corners and dens of vice in the city, late at night. Even her maids had told her what her duties would entail when she became a wife. But never had she thought, even in her wildest dreams, that it could feel this good. That she would want Vaemond to never stop. The princess finding her breathing becoming laboured, heavy, as something began to build inside her. Something, that was making her thoughts cloud.

"Vaemond.......I...........something.........please........." (Y/n) managed to gasp, as the something began to feel as if it were going to exploded. The lady only whimpering again, as the man that would be her husband, removed his fingers from inside her. Vaemond chuckling once more, as he slowly crawled back up her body. His hands moving her legs, so that they were wrapped tightly around him.

"I promise you, my beautiful princess that I will make you cum with my tongue, later. We have the rest of our lives for me to show you all the ways that I can please you, and you, me. But now, now I want to make you a woman. I want to make you mine, to claim you as only a husband should." Vaemond said. (Y/n) nodding, as she smiled up at him. The younger daughter of the king, wanting nothing more than to be claimed by the handsome seahorse. The commander of the Velaryon fleet softly kissing her ear.

"I won't hurt you. I swear, that I will never hurt you. Just breath." The knight told her. (Y/n) placing her hand gently to his cheek.

"I know you won't. I trust you. Please Vaemond.......I want you, I want this........." The dragon replied. Taking a sharp breath, as her beautiful betrothed pushed his way inside her. Vaemond groaning as he felt her tight grip on his aching cock. (Y/n)'s finger grasping, clawing at the taut muscles of his back, as she sensed her body being stretched out. As she did her best to forget about the pain that she was feeling. The piercing ache easing as she did all she could to breath normally, just as he had told her. As she did her best to relax her form into the bed beneath her. The commander praising her again, as he began to move. His thrusts, just like those with his fingers, getting steadily quicker, as she pleaded for him to not stop this time. Her hands finding their way to Vaemond' s backside, using it to help her make him go deeper, faster, as that same something inside her, began to come back; as it began to grow, becoming more wonderful, more glorious by the moment. The sounds of her lover's moans and groans pushing her to the edge of what felt like a precipice. The dragon not minding the notion of tumbling over into the abyss.

And then, there it was, the fall. The feeling that flooded her, as a warmth suddenly filled her up, like nothing she had ever known. Vaemond letting out a pleasured sound, before he lay his body atop of hers. Their sweat mingling, as they tried to get their breath. The seahorse finally easing himself out of her, before dropping to her side. The commander pulling her to him, holding her by his side, not willing to let her go. His lips kissing her head, as she lay on his chest and lazily stroked her fingers across his stomach. Her eyes gradually closing, as she listened to his heartbeat slow to a normal pace. (Y/n) giving in to her need to rest, as Vaemond' s voice filled the air.

"Sleep my beautiful little dragon. I will be here when you wake........"