GOT: a thousand young and dashing men

Jaime rolled on his side, his emerald gaze set upon the curvy silhouette beside him. His eyes took in the divine sight before him. The princess looked unreal, silver hair that shone bright under the moonlight. Amethyst eyes, a color so uncanny it looked like jewels adorning her face. Her smooth and mostly unmarred brown skin he was tempted to kiss all over. Her youthful face, beautifully round with plump lips that asked to be kissed and worshipped. Truly, the princess was otherworldly and overtaken by the urge to cup her cheek, Jaime lifted his maimed am and then realized that only his stump was pressed against her cheek. Baahal didn’t recoil, instead she smiled at him but Jaime felt overwhelmed with self-loathing.  What a vile sight that was. A maimed limb over the most beautiful face he has ever seen. Yet she didn’t seem to have issues with it. She didn’t seem to notice. It was only in his head and perhaps that was the worst for Jaime. How could she not see the obvious? 

“My love, you seem troubled.” -her gentle voiced forced the knight to focus on her again-

“Yes, princess. I just wonder what drove you to pick /me/ instead of another. Why me? Why an old crippled war veteran rather than a young and dashing knight? Princess… look at me. Truly look at me. I can’t make a reason in my mind other than eyes colored with love or perhaps pity.” 

His words felt like a slap in the princess’s face. Did he truly believe that she was oblivious to who he was and how he looked? Did he think she was with him because of pity or a misplaced sense of gratitude? The flash of shock transformed into something sweeter. She understood where he was coming from. Before they met, Jaime was a young and dashing man. He was the most sought after bachelor of the Seven Kingdoms because of his uncanny beauty. He was a skilled knight, who was hard to best in a joust or in a sword fight. He was a skilled lover -at least that’s what he told her the first night he bedded her- one who was able to make his lover  melt under his skilled fingers. But he lost his good hand. He lost his golden locks. He aged faster due to worries and pain. Trauma creased his skin, turned his hair darker and left him with a bitterness he had not realized inhabited his heart before. 

“Do you sincerely believe I  pity you? Do you, Jaime Lannister, believe that I am disgusted with you? That all I see when I look at you is an old decrepit man who deserves my pity? Do you hear yourself? My love. do you hear yourself!” 

She sat on the bed, her silver hair cascaded on her chest and back, almost covering her like a thin silver blanket. Her eyes were alight with a fire he was so familiar with. His firecracker. His impossibly  beautiful firecracker was positively burning with indignation. 

“I did not intend to offend you. I just can’t resolve myself to accept that you chose me….. that you lay with me every night and I can’t hold you like I want to. I can’t touch you like I want to. I can’t show you how good I was in my prime. I wanted to show you, my love, just how good I could make you feel with my good hand. I just… can’t understand why you chose me, when you could have been with younger and more handsome men than me.” 

Baahal blinked and put her hands on his chest. She let her fingers run through his beard and then into his hair. He expected her gaze to be full of reproach for speaking such awful words, but he saw none of it. He expected the princess to look at him with eyes filled with pity for him and he saw none of it. Baahal was looking at him with a gaze full of compassion. She understood how he felt, to some extent, because she was self-conscious about her own branding. Iron burned her flesh and marked it with the name and sigil of her owner. It was a reminder that once upon a time, Baahal had been property. She had been used and abused by men who traveled the seas for a piece of her. Yet Jaime had never seen her unworthy of him. He never saw her as beneath him or tainted. He never saw her as soiled and in need of purity. 

“To the seven Hells with the young and dashing knights! I do not care for them nor do they move me like you do. If I were looking for that, I would have been married with children  ages ago! I am /not/ the women you used to be around. I am not superficial like they are. I chose /you/. I want /you/. I think— no, I know that you are handsome. Handsome is what makes my legs quiver and they do when I look at you. 

I see a strong jaw, and green jewels that set upon me anytime you look at me. I see the sun rise with each gaze I catch from you. I feel the sun’s warmth whenever you smile. Dashing man that you are! A man of his word, a man of passion, and a man with a chiseled jaw I never tire to trace with my fingers. A man I saw with different hairstyles, each bringing about a side of him I love. From the long-haired peacock you used to be, I fell for the more mature and experienced knight with shorter hair. I fell in love with the man whose life made him see heaven and hell and yet he pulled back. He came back and he still did the right thing. I see hair I can hold onto, a scalp I can get an easier access too when passion takes over….

Jaime! Come on, my love. Look at me. I am not done yet…”

He had looked down, unable to stare at her while she was talking to him. He could not believe his ears and yet she was genuinely talking to him. She was sincere, he had always known it. After all, the princess only met him after he had lost his hand. But Baahal thought he was handsome. She thought he was even more than what he lacked. Jaime opened his eyes wide and looked at her amethyst eyes. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears and Jaime knew that it only was a matter of time before his adorable crybaby started to cry. A sure sign of her sincerity. She stroked his cheek with her thumbs and slowly lifted his head up so he could sit straight. 

“I love you my Golden Lion. All of you. I never saw what you lacked because for me, you were  already realized. I have never met the Jaime you used to be. I did not fall in love with the Jaime who could have been. I fell in love with the person you are. I fell in love with the brave man who fought the White Walkers, the man who saved me at the siege, and the man who kissed me in that ship at dawn. I love the man who made me feel desire before even touching me. You haunted my nights from that day and you still do when you are away.  I desire you Jaime. “

“ Princess… but—“

“Didn’t you feel his wet I was because of you, my love? Didn’t you hear my moans and gasps and pleads? Didn’t your cock feel how welcoming and hot and wet I was for you?”  -she stroked his cheek with the back of her right hand- “ only /you/ can make me moan, only you can make me lose strength in my knees. You are a strong man, with strength shaped by decades of practice and discipline. You are beautiful, with your scars, with your stump, with the proof that you have lived, laughed and lost. You are the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on. With your devastating smiles and your proud gaze. You stand tall. You stand proud.” 

Her emotions became hard to hold back. She was so sincere that it was difficult for Jaime not to believe her. tears rolled down her face and he used his valid hand to clean off her face. He pressed a kiss to her forehead in a tender gesture and pulled her into a gentle embrace. She sobbed against his chest and he ran his hand through her scalp, in an attempt to soothe her. 

“It must have been so heavy to bear…all this self-loathing. My love. I don’t know if my words soothed your heart but at least they are the truth. I love you. I desire you. I think you are the most handsome man to ever exist. Please… don’t see yourself as someone who lacks and can’t give me what I need because you do. Your love in priceless… your heart is uniquely beautiful and you make me positively obsessed with you. So please… I beg if you. Look at yourself through my eyes rather than what the world wants you to see. Please…”

“I—I will try, Princess.”  Was all he could say in hopes to  comfort his princess. 

Jaime was still processing her words. He was still trying to apply them to him and see past his self-hatred. His beautiful princess was genuine. Her love was bright and her words were true. Perhaps he could try and see himself as the man she said he was. Perhaps he could find some peace in her love. That night he certainly found comfort. 

-TBC-

Nixus: falling in love

“Something interesting happened today. Debbie wanted to send me to a blind date and I told her no.  I don’t want to go. Why would I when I have you? Obviously, I am writing that down my diary but I want to say them to Marc. I’ll keep writing as if I was talking to him. When she asked me why I did not want to give a chance to that other guy, I simply said that I could not imagine myself meet other people when I wanted to be with you instead. She asked me what that meant and I was left blushing and hiding my face behind my hair. 

There is this chemistry between us. Something I am sure you feel too. Something that draws me to you. Something that makes me want more with you. I told you once that I wanted to know every little thing that could make you feel good. I meant it. Back then I was talking about sex. Today I mean something different. I want to know every single thing that can make you happy and those you would not like. I want to… as silly as it sounds,  I want to share your life with mine. I don’t know what it truly means because I never experienced it but I believe that means we would be together and that no matter what happens we would make sure to solve any issue that comes our way, together. 

Is it early to want these things? Is it deluding myself? I want to say that I feel it deep inside me, in my heart, that you are my soulmate, because no matter what I do, I always come back to you. Isn’t it… isn’t it what you are supposed to feel for your soulmate ? Maybe I read too many romantic books but it describes best how you make me feel. I fear nothing when I am with you. I feel at peace when I am in your arms. I feel alive when we are together and I feel that I can forgive myself for things out of my control. You make me believe in second chances, Marc. I feel that I can have them with you. 

I ache when it’s time to go back to my place or when I have to let you go back to yours. I hate it when we can’t be together and some nights I want to ask you to stay… to come back to my place. To move in with me… but it’s early and I don’t want to spook you just yet. And it makes no sense since you have your own place…. Perhaps if you would prefer to ask me to move in with you, I will do it gladly. 

Diary…. Does that mean I am in love with Marc?

Marc, I think I fell in love with you. 

But I know it’s early and I don’t want to fuck up. 

So I will keep it someplace in my mind and would wait until I can say it to you.”

Narrator: she wasn’t able to wait and slipped up a few weeks later in a text she sent Marc. 

Too much red on the ledger; chapter 7

Meeting Karen was not as complicated as Hayley thought it would be. Matt and Karen had history, but they managed to remain friends above anything else.  Hayley was nervous the first time the two women met, but Karen quickly made her feel comfortable. She showed great concern for her friend and proved to be extremely supportive of him. Surprisingly so, the women bonded over their vision regarding the broken justice system and how criminals were to be dealt with. They both went through immeasurable loss, and both carried an invisible pain that manifested itself in anger. Karen was angry; she wanted the world to change for the better, and it wasn't changing fast enough. Fisk was trampling on everything she held dear, and as a journalist, a native of New-York, she simply could not let him get away with this. 

Branded a fugitive, the redhead welcomed the extra help Hayley could bring. She welcomed her to the resistance, put *Widomaker" in contact with the network, and devised plans with her that could help stop this madness. Yet, in the middle of this, Karen and Hayley became "friends". In the middle of this, they managed to make time for each other and cultivate their bond.  It was a bond made of trust and mutual understanding of the unfairness of life. The innocent always suffered to benefit the corrupted and crooked. The innocent always died first, cruel and unjust deaths that justice could not compensate. A life lost was already too much, and no amount of jail could eventually bring it back. No walls were strong enough to hold the likes of Kingpin locked inside. No walls were strong enough to stop Bullseye from breaking out of prison. So Karen stopped believing in Justice. At least for the time being. Matt saw and chose to ignore it as long as Karen did not act on her impulses, but it was only a matter of time.

"As cliché as it sounds, Karen, I was terrified of meeting you." -She said, drinking from a bottle of beer.-

"Afraid? Wait... what?" -Karen chuckled and grabbed a beer she uncapped before chugging down a couple of sips.-

"Don't make me repeat myself. You heard it fine the first time." -She blushed and dropped her head a little to avoid looking at the redhead's blue eyes. Karen lifted a brow, and her grin grew wider.-

"Don't tell me you thought I was going full psycho ex-girlfriend on you? Come on, we're adults here." 

Hayley took a sip of her beer and chewed at her bottom lip. How could she even begin to tell the redhead that Matt was what she considered her first serious relationship? Unlike that short-lived romance she had with an innocent civilian, Matt knew the truth about her. He knew what she did, what she was forced to do, and still remained by her side. The last thing she wanted was to piss off one of his friends and create drama. The last thing she wanted was to make Matt feel that he had to choose between her and his friends. They weren't official, per se, because Matt still needed time to clean things up between him and Heather, but there was no denying their desire to be together. There was no denying the connection between them. There was no denying the need for the other. Still, how to tell Karen? 

"I've never been in a situation like this. So I don't know what's proper or not. I didn't want to cause  a rift between you and Matt."

"Based on what? Of you two bumping uglies? I would need a lot more than just you two having sex to be upset. We had a nice thing going on with Matt, a long time ago. I have moved on from that. We both have. We're friends now who don't really see eye to eye about what to do with Bullseye." -Karen furrowed her brows and took another sip of her beer.-

"Is that why we became friends?" -She grinned, clearly joking.-

"Ah! You betcha! But in all seriousness. I was actually surprised Matt found someone new. He rarely talked about Heather, you know? I mean, he did, when they first started dating. I didn't really feel him in that relationship. I mean, he cared for Heather, but he was trying hard to love her."

"I'm not going to ask you what that means..." She chewed at her bottom lip and stiffened. " I mean... When we started to see each other, he told me that he was still in love with Heather. I can't expect him to--"

"Hayley, he would never admit it, but when he came to your office after you met, he was already smitten over you." -That made Hayley blush, and she shook her head- "I'm serious. I think he was falling for you but could not say goodbye to his old relationship when they clearly were over. I knew the first time he said your name. I knew it was different, and now seeing that you're also a vigilante.. I am not surprised. You understand him."

".... Mmmphhh, you certainly know how to play with words, Karen. Here we are talking about Matt again. All I can say is that I know what you lose when you start to take lives. I don't want Matt to lose his humanity."

"See? This...  This is why I think that you two can do good things together. I trust you with him. However...  It brings me back to what I was saying. You and I both understand that we have to kill these bastards if we want them to stop hurting our people. Officer Powell... Bullseye... I can't take the chance to let him live and kill again. I want Foggy to be the last victim."

Karen's eyes were wide open and filled with fury. She was unable to cope with Foggy's death. The redhead first tried to leave Hell's Kitchen (and she did leave, but she came back) because every corner of that neighborhood reminded her of her friend. She had PTSD from the night Foggy died, and every time she came close to the street he was killed at, Karen would freak out. She had to go. She had to go to protect herself. She had to go and find herself, and for a while it helped with her grief. 

But her tears turned into a dry anger. Karen simply could not forgive Bullseye. She was obsessed with finding and killing him. He had to pay for what he did, so she trained to become stronger. She did not want to be prey anymore. She wanted to become a predator. She wanted to be the one to track down Bullseye and to watch him cower in fear and be bested by her. She returned to Hell's Kitchen with a hunger for revenge, but Matt was trying his best to stop her. Anytime she wanted to cross the line, here came Matt, eager to stop her and lecture her about morals, her soul, and guilt. Every time he did that, Karen gave up on her idea but only temporarily. 

« I am not Matt, so I would see no problem with letting Bullseye kill Fisk. However, I do not want Fisk to become a martyr. It's easier to take out smaller fish like Officer Powell, and I am more than willing to do so.  Matt wants to save my soul, and I think that it is cute. However, I don't believe in redemption. At least for me.... » 

Her face turned somber, and she furrowed her brows. Karen was not a killer. Hayley noticed it the first time they met. Karen was heartbroken, angry, and vengeful, but she did not lose her humanity. She could not allow the redhead to become like her and lose her humanity. She could not become a broken husk of a human; Hayley would never allow it. Yet, she could not completely deny Karen her revenge. 

« Lee.... »

«  I don't want you to take that path. It's destructive, and you will suffer from it. You might not come back from it, and I don't want you to lose your humanity. Not for scums like Fisk and Bullseye. Killing him would not bring Foggy back, you know it. It will instead take away from you. »

« I can’t…. You don’t get to… you don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do! No! » - She pointed her index at Hayley and stood up in a hurry. Upset. Anxious.-

« That’s not what you wanted me to say, uh? But hear me out, Karen. I might not want you to kill Bullseye but I will do it for you. I know that Matt might try to stop me… I… can’t guarantee I will succeed in killing that man, but I will try my hardest to get to him. I can promise you that. » 

Karen put her hand over her lips, and muffled a groan. She hated that condescending and hopeful stare they all share when looking at her. Matt, Hayley, Frank, Cherry…. Even Foggy when he was still alive. They all wanted to protect her heart and save her soul from damnation. She furrowed her brows and let out a pitiful moan into her palm before she moved her hand off her mouth and placed it on her hip.  Hayley watched her pace around, visibly debating whether or not to give in to the former assassin’s supplications. What the hell?  Hayley then moved her gaze from Karen to her hands. 

« You don’t have to say anything right now. Just… consider my offer. I have been to Hell, damnit, I still am in Hell. I do not want you to be like me. An empty shell of a human being.. a wraith among men… a sad and pathetic excuse of a woman. Don’t throw a life away because you want revenge. »

« So what? I let you kill again? Didn’t you seek redemption? If you go down that road again for me, how do you think I am going to feel? Uh? Have you thought about it? No! Yet here you are lecturing me about saving my soul. How /annoying/ you and Matt can be sometimes. »

« Karen…. Okay. We were having a nice banter literally moments away. I don’t want you to be angry. »

« I’m not angry. I’m…. Upset.  I can’t even cry anymore. I feel like I have cried all the tears I had for Foggy and now… All that is left is…. A void. And rage. I need a way to release that rage, Lee. I need a way.. »

« You have one. You are a journalist, Karen. You are the voice of the people and you have the ability to attack Fisk where he is the most vulnerable. Don’t ruin it with blood. Let me handle that for you.”

Karen pinched her lips together and slowly nodded. She didn’t say anything and Hayley knew that it meant nothing except the acknowledgment of her offer. The former assassin nodded and resumed drinking her beer. Karen sighed and sat back on her chair and grabbed the beer she left.  They will have to come back to that conversation later but right now, all she wanted to do was to share a nice moment with a friend. 

-TBC-

The Odyssey Nolan

Once again, I'm back on my bullshit ehehe :D

You already know I loved the movie the first time I saw it, and  I was toying with the idea of sharing my thoughts about Nolan and what I call his war trilogy. 

I'm not an expert on Nolanology. Still, after watching most of his work and listening to plenty of his interviews, I can safely say that I know his affinity for the following themes: the love for his wife (he absolutely loves his wife, more than anything else in the universe, and ALL of his movies reflect on that)  he is terrified of losing her (and subjects his male main characters to either the death of said wife, or the threat of the loss of her); his fascination with Time and the necessity to make non-linear movies, his love for cinema, his relationship with his work (past, present and future) and the need to conceptualize "characters" in the movie so the audience could see them more like concepts rather than characters. 

You can absolutely see these themes play out in The Odyssey (just like you could see them play out in Oppenheimer), but this is not what I am going to talk about here. 

While watching The Odyssey, it dawned on me that it was connected to both Oppenheimer and Dunkirk. All 3 are talking about War but through different lenses. 

Dunkirk throws you in the heat of the battlefield, at a time when the nations at war saw the others as enemies and nothing more. The movie doesn't sugarcoat the tragedy that it is: the loss of humanity, the absurdity of it all, the need for survival, and the way humans would do the worst to one another to survive. The movie doesn't glamourize war. It's ugly, it's dirty, it forces you to strip your humanity down to the raw desire for survival. It forces the audience to see beyond the passionate speeches and political tactics... it is humans killing humans. It is a void that swallows everything that makes us human. It is a horror that should not be happening. 

Then came Oppenheimer, and along with the movie, you are thrown out of the battlefield into places where you make decisions and contribute to them. The horror of the movie and the destruction that the atomic bomb brought down on Japan is not truly shown, but suggested. Oppenheimer might not have detonated that bomb himself, but as soon as he created it, it was used with extreme prejudice by the military high ranks. These deaths and those who will follow from the use and development of more powerful bombs (whether nuclear or thermonuclear)  and weapons of mass destruction all rest heavily on the hands of a man who wanted to help and ended up signing the worst Faustian contract one could think of. Ultimately, you start to understand that you only need one idea, one awful idea, to strip humanity of people and to bring about the apocalypse on Earth. 

And now you have the Odyssey, which expands on that idea of responsibility, of one man's idea being responsible for yet another apocalypse. This time it is a myth, a legend, a way for Nolan to enshrine in a movie the idea that the first man who decided to strip the others of their humanity has opened Pandora's Box. Mankind is condemned to repeat the same mistake Odysseus did by denying others their humanity, tricking them into thinking they were treated as equals only to destroy them.  Odysseus is Oppenheimer because he's the engineer of the fall of Troy, but he is also a veteran of the war, one of the soldiers who came back alive to the UK at the end of Dunkirk. A broken man who suffers from War-related PTSD. A man who knows that he can no longer remain among the ashes of Civilization he helped destroy and who goes in exil. This type of man cannot remain among us. Our society can't remain as is: belligerent, dehumanizing, without empathy for people who ultimately are our kin. 

He's extensively taken a very humanist stance over his interviews and denounced the rise of violence, bigotry, and dehumanizing discourse in the UK (and the rest of the world). So it is not too far-fetched, I think, to consider that the man who wovens in his art- the immense love he has for mankind, the fears that cling to his bones, his hopes and dreams and deepest desires; to want the world to be a better place and to ensure we don't repeat the mistakes of the past. 

I'm doing my English teacher again XD I know Nolan isn't everyone's cup of tea, but I had this in my head for many days lol 

Have a lovely day, darlings :) 

Ludwig Göransson appreciation post

I realized that I have liked all of Ludwig Göransson's most recent work, but the works that really got my attention when I listened to them are: Black Panther 1 & 2, Oppenheimer, Sinners, Tenet, and The Odyssey. 

Ludwig, for me, is what I think art is all about. You explore, you experiment, you convey emotions. Your work always makes others question it, feel it. Sometimes it can be instantly loved and sometimes even hated, but some of Ludwig's work grows on me over time.  I did not love or even notice Tenet's soundtrack when I first watched the movie. My understanding and love for it came after I listened to the whole album in one session this summer. I found the musicality in this heavily electro-infused soundtrack. (My least favourite genre). I found a pattern, a conversation, and suddenly I realized that I loved the soundtrack. Oppenheimer's whole album took hold of me after I read an interview where he explained that, per Nolan's request, the soundtrack was to be "felt" rather than listened to. It took me two listening sessions to finally get it. The leitmotif and the conversation happening in the soundtrack. How "Oppenheimer - Can you hear the music- Destroyer of worlds" was a conversation, and the story it was telling. 

Black Panther(1 & 2) and Sinners probably made me fall in love with his creative mind. The research he put into it, the desire for authenticity, connection, transcendence, and community you can feel while listening to the soundtrack. The Odyssey simply confirmed what I thought of Ludwig and cemented him in my heart as one of my favourite composers. He genuinely gives his all in his work, and he never takes it for granted. I think, and I say this as a very big Hans Zimmer fan, that if Ludwig keeps himself on track, he would not reach the "I sometimes parody myself and I have stopped pushing myself further" attitude Zimmer had until Dune popped up. 

Is Ludwig Göransson everyone's cup of tea? Non. And he doesn't have to be, which is the beauty of art. I can only wish he keeps exploring, and perhaps, as a former pianist myself, I hope he would favor this instrument a little more in his next projects :p 

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Nixus: playful game (smut)

 Nixus: playful game (smut)

Marc was eager to go home, perhaps more than usual, because he knew that it was the day they had picked to use the new toy they bought together. The cop could still remember the face he made when they saw the commercial on TV for this new egg vibrator that could be used remotely by the partner via an application.  He instantly glanced at Phoenix, who was very interested in the commercial and was tentatively glancing at him.  She wanted to try it. The idea of relinquishing complete control over her orgasm and pleasure to Marc was exciting to her. They talked about it and bought the toy together. A  blue egg because it was her favourite color. They agreed to use it a maximum of twice a week to keep things interesting and build up anticipation.  He would only use it when she was at home, and only when he wasn't working night shifts. This way he could turn on the egg on his way home and find a very needy and melting phoenix. It worked well for the two of them.  That evening was no exception. The night was young, and all Marc could think about was Phoenix. Her scent, the way her honey hair would wrap around his arms and fingers, the way he wanted to cup her face, her lust-blown face and slight blush. He could feel the stir in his loins as he finally got into his car. He put his seatbelt on, turned on the engine, and grabbed his phone for a quick call. 

Phoenix had been restless since sunset. She was done correcting copies, done doing some quick laundry and clean-up, done keeping herself busy for the day. All that was left was her and her thoughts. Last week had been so busy that the only thing Marc and Phoenix were able to do was sleep together in the same bed when he was not working the night shift. They would cuddle and sleep, content enough with just the presence of the other and no strength left for their libido to express itself. This week, however, started off nice. They had time to reconnect with each other, flirt, and touch each other. They--She had pent-up energy to get rid of, so when her phone buzzed with Marc's ringtone, she did not waste any second and took the call. She was sitting on her couch, feet on the sofa and head leaned back so she could look at the ceiling. This evening, the teacher was comfortable wearing only a black t-shirt and a pair of blue booty-shorts. Her hair was tied in a loose high ponytail. 

"Finally, mon coeur! I wanted to hear your voice all day. Are you coming home?" -longing. Need. Her tone betrayed her growing need to see him. It made the man grin against his phone-

"Yeah. I just wanted to give you some heads up. I'm in the car right now. Are you still wearing the toy like I instructed this morning?"

"Yes, Officer Flynn. It's still in there." -She breathlessly whispered, excitement betrayed by her voice- " I did touch myself, and to be honest, I need to." -She gently swayed her legs, mindlessly spreading and closing them.-

"You won't have to wait for long. I'll start the app and will drive home. Be a good girl and wait for me to come home. Do /not/ touch yourself, no matter how hard you want to. I will do it for you when I'm home, ma'am. Understood?" -She moaned her answer- "Good. See you soon."

He hung up the phone, pressed play on the app, and drove off to their home.  Phoenix felt it, the first vibration inside her. It made her whimper, and she first spread her legs in a weak attempt at feeling the vibration better.  Instinctively, she tried to close her legs and yanked her head back. Expletive curses escaped her lips in an uninterrupted torrent of words. She quickly grabbed the couch; her knuckles turned white as she held tighter and tried to hold back her moans. She knew she would be loud and first tried to keep quiet, so the moment would be hers and hers only, but it quickly proved to be impossible to do. "Fuck..." She groaned, her hips moving on their own, bucking into the air as if she would be met with his body. She rolled her hips, as if she were riding his cock, the vibration proving to be too much for her to handle.  Her toes curled, digging into the couch while her mouth opened, her plump lips allowing her loud moans to escape. "Fuck... Officer Flynn! It's not fair; you make me want to ride your cock, and you're not there." She cursed again, her hips going faster as the toy vibrated faster. 

Her body was no longer hers; her pleasure depended entirely on his whim. Phoenix enjoyed it. To be unable to touch herself, to let him pick the pace and intensity of the app (and he always chose the program that left her guessing. It would start slow (or fast), softly (or hard), and would alternate between the two at an unpredictable pace. She could never anticipate it, never knew what to expect, and ultimately, would always end up a fucking mess. He forbade her to touch herself, so she could not cup and squeeze her breasts, could not play with her nipples that started to harden, nor could she rub her pussy, play with her clit until her body was a wet mess. That added pressure to her, an increased desire for more than just the vibrations inside her. It made her pliable, needier, and restless until he came home. That was what Marc wanted: to drive her to that point where she would throw herself at him as soon as he opened the door. 

After a while, the toy went harder and faster, leaving her with no other choice but to slide her fingers into her mane and hold fistfuls of honey hair. She opened her legs as wide as she could and turned her head to the side, her moans now echoing through the living room.  It felt as if he was pistonning her, and she wished she could hold onto him; she wished she could look into his blue eyes as he pounded into her. She wished he could dirty talk to her, treat her like the needy little slut she was, but he was not there, and she could not touch herself in any way that actually mattered or help. Frustration grew inside her, enmeshed with pleasure as the toy was hitting the right spots, forcing moans out of her chest and turning her on even more. She was so wet that her juices seeped out of her and started to dampen the couch. Her nipples were hard now, as hard as pebbles, thick and gorgeous underneath her top. Her right fingers released her hair and quickly found their way into her mouth. Her index and middle fingers first, quickly joined by the ring finger. That helped. For a moment she could focus on sucking these fingers. 

But it did not take long for her to want more. Her legs shook as an unpredicted orgasm washed over her. Damnit! The toy was so good that it made her cum, She could only cry and watch her juices squirt on her booty shorts and the couch. She could only watch her body jump a bit, and her hips buck against the air. She could only slip off the couch and find herself on the floor.  She managed to set herself straight; one arm lay on the small table while she was sitting on her heels,  legs wide open, her face flustered, her hair disheveled, and her clothes soaked with her juices. She was drooling a little bit on her chin, fingers still in her mouth as she desperately needed to suck on something. "A cock... I need a cock inside me... Fuck...Please, Officer Flynn... I need your cock..."  Her nipples were almost tearing her shirt apart; her pussy was now puffy and wet from her juices, glistening in that devouring need for a cock to stretch it and brush against her sensitive place. The toy had slowed down- not just a pleasant buzz inside her to keep her wet and needy, but it was not what she wanted now. She needed deliverance. She needed...

The door opened to a grinning Marc. He heard her on his way to their (hers) apartment. He found her on the floor, and the light in her eyes was enough to tell him that Phoenix would not wait any longer. She crawled towards him, right as he stepped into the living room and got on her knees. Her hands started to stroke his thighs and quickly found their way to his bulge. He tried to make her slow down, but she was not listening to him. She wanted his cock. When he grabbed her face and forced her to look up at his face, Phoenix stopped trying to set his cock free and simply held onto his pants. She looked so good like that, pitiful, pathetically needy, horny beyond belief, and yet unable to touch herself. He noticed the disheveled hair, the saliva that ran down her chin, her hard nipples, and the wet stain on her boxers.  He could see desperation in her face, determination to get what she wanted as well, which was him, and a little bit of anger too. 

"How dare you forbid me to touch myself? Do you know how feral that makes me, uh?" -Rhetorical. Of course he knew. He wanted her to be like that. Marc chuckled at her cute, angry face. His free hand unfastened his belt.

"I know... But you've been waiting so long; I wanted to reward you a little bit. The toy is still buzzing, right? I won't stop it. I want you to be soaking wet for me, and to feel good while I give you this cock. You'll be a good girl for me, Ms. Rivers? Mmhhh?" -He unzipped his pants, pushed them down, along with his boxers, and finally set his cock free. 

Phoenix's eyes grew wide at the sight of his gorgeous cock. Thick, not fully erect but twitching already. Marc had been thinking of her. He was aroused, and she could tell by the way he drew his breath when she touched him. She could tell by the way his eyes were staring at her. He was hot and bothered, and so was she.  He swatted her hand away from his cock and took it himself, with his left hand while his right one held a fistful of her honey hair and yanked it back, forcing her to look at him. Those blue eyes of hers, full of unrestrained desire, full of the sweet reproach of a needy woman, were staring at him. 

“Stop playing with me.” She warned, her teacher’s voice back in full force. “I don’t have the patience to endure it right now.” 

“Oh yeah? I think you aren’t hungry enough for that cock.” A tease. A grin that had curled up his face.

He knew damn well she had lost the last shred of patience she had. But she played along since there was nothing she could /do/ to make a change. Before  Phoenix could protest, he guided his tip on her face. He laid it against her cheek. Instantly, Nix tried to turn her head to lick his length, but he removed it before she could.  Frustrated, Nix furrowed her brows and pouted. Marc grinned and gently rubbed his tip against her soft cheek. Then moved it over her lips but made sure she could not open her mouth to lick him.  He simply went for the other cheek; he rubbed, marked with his scent and his cock. 

“Marc! Please!” 

“Please, what?”  He teased her again. Rubbing his cock against her lips before lifting it up, and keeping her head yanked back so she couldn’t try to lick his cock.  She started to pant and grunt. “Come on, Ms. Rivers. Use your words.” He spoke authoritatively.  It made her pussy quiver, and she nodded frantically. The teacher moaned and opened her mouth. She stuck her tongue out, her hips still rolled in the air, and her hands held onto his thighs. 

"Please, Officer  Flynn,  give me your  cock.  I will do anything to suck on it, choke on it, inhale it. Please..."

"Is that what you want, Ms. Rivers? Is this the big cock you wanted to suck? Keep that tongue out and don't close your mouth. Understood?" -She nodded and kept her tongue out. Marc then slapped his cock onto her awaiting tongue.  He pushed his cock in her mouth,  then pulled away and repeated it a couple of times before he grunted the order to close her mouth on his cock. - "Come on, close those lips around my cock like the good girl you are. Yes, like that,  I'll feed you more of my cock, and you will take it all." He pushed his cock into her mouth at a slow and steady pace. She took deep breaths and relaxed as his cock slid into her throat.  She looked up at his face, brows knitted up as he finally filled her throat, and her nose brushed against his pelvis. 

(part 3)She relinquished control, trusted Marc enough to be able to handle it, and he could tell by the way her eyes stared at him and her brows knitted that she was right where she wanted to be. Her throat was snug, wet, and warm. It made his cock twitch inside, and Marc growled his pleasure. Fuck that felt good! Phoenix felt so good. It took everything in the cop not to thrust into her and create the friction that would get him hard. It took him everything to just relish in the pleasant warmth of her throat. Only when she started to gargle a bit from growing discomfort did Marc pull away from her mouth, his tip still linked to her tongue by saliva.  Phoenix breathed in what felt like a first breath after such a long time. She was still panting, hands still holding onto his thighs, nails sinking into his taut flesh.  Fuck! Her plump lips, wet from saliva, were so inviting.

"Use my mouth, Officer Flynn... Come on. You were doing so good." -She urged him.-

He released her hair and tugged at her shirt, so she could pull it up and expose her breasts for him. She understood what he wanted without Marc needing to voice his command and pulled her T-shirt up, setting her heavy breasts free from the fabric. Marc groaned and pushed his cock back into he rmouth. This time she was the one trying her best not to simply go and suck him. She waited for his permission instead. Marc was glad that she kept her mouth open, so he could resume pushing his cock in and out of her mouth for a while before finally releasing his cock, grabbing her head, and commanding her to wrap her pretty lips around his cock so he could finally fuck her mouth. She eagerly complied, blue eyes still staring at him while the cop's hips swayed back and forth. He was properly fucking her mouth now, and she was letting him do as he pleased with her. The steady buzz of the toy sent shivers down her spine, and she could feel her juices soak her shorts even more. Sometimes, Marc would allow his right hand to grab her breast and give it a squeeze; sometimes he would pull on her nipple while his hips worked her mouth. 

Her saliva dribbled down her chin as she took the brunt of his thrusts in her face. Her moans were almost seeping out of her lips, the sound muffled by his thick meat sliding in and out of her mouth. She was messy, and happy. He felt her fingers sink deeper into his skin, almost breaking it as pleasure was overwhelming her, and for a moment, Marc wanted nothing more than to selfishly use her mouth until he came inside. It would be so easy, so tempting to do that, but he knew the teacher needed to be fucked, so he stopped as soon as he was rock hard. Marc pulled away from her face, his cock wet from her saliva, some dripping onto the floor, and her lust-blown gaze set up on him. Instinctively, she put her index and middle finger back in her mouth and resumed sucking. 

"Get on all fours, ass up and face down. You've been a good girl, so I think it's time I give you a proper fucking, Ms. Rivers." 

The glee on her face made Marc smile as he watched Phoenix pull her shorts and underwear down her thighs. She then pulled on the string attached to the egg to pull it out and dutifully placed it on the small table in front of the couch. She then turned around and set herself on all fours. Her legs were spread wide, so she could push her ass up and lean her cheek against the floor. Marc licked his bottom lip at the sight of her glorious ass put on display for him. He could see how aroused she was by the look at her puffy pussy, glistening with her juices. Her pretty puffy little pussy that only waited for his cock to come and stretch it. He got on his knees; his hands started to stroke her ass in a caress that was less to admire that ass and more to cup a feel. It was a way for him to touch her, to remind him that it was true and she was his. She was /his/. He grabbed his wet, twitching cock and rubbed his tip up and down her awaiting pussy. 

Marc then pushed it inside her in a slow thrust. She groaned her pleasure and gasped as he bottomed out inside her in that one thrust. She was so wet, so welcoming that it was not a struggle to feed her his whole cock. Phoenix moaned softly and braced herself for the delicious friction between them, but Marc did not move. Surprised at first, the teacher did not move. Her eyes shifted from left to right as she hoped he would start fucking her, but nothing. He did /not/ move. He did not? Confused, the teacher propped herself on her arms and then her hands, lifting her top off the floor. It helped her move her top freely, and she turned her head and upper body to have a good look at him. Her face was filled with disbelief at his inaction.

"Why aren't you moving, Officer Flynn?" - her voice was still soft, still submissive, but he could hear the sound of frustration.

"I wanted to feel you." - A truth. A taunt-

"You have already felt me long enough." -Impatience- "Come on, move." -An order....a plea-

"You don't get to tell me what to do, Ms. Rivers. I am still in charge."

"Fuck..No! You have to move. You have to fuck me." -Frustration was growing, and seeing as he did not move, she could not help but start to push back on him. Marc watched her ass bounce against his pelvis. He watched it ripple and smack his skin in a dry sound. He watched her breasts jiggle from her movement and felt the urge to grab them. Instead, he stood still, still trying to watch her frustration grow even bigger-

"Impatient, are we, Ms. Rivers?"

"Fuck you, Officer Flynn." -She said with a bite in her voice. Her angry, scrunched-up face was so cute in a moment like this that Marc couldn't help but chuckle at her. The friction she was desperate to recreate felt good, and it was becoming harder for Marc not to join her. "Fuck you for putting it in and not moving when you know I need you to fuck me!"

She groaned, furrowed her brows, and pushed harder. She had taken a hard and steady pace, bouncing her ass back onto his cock with force as if she wanted to punish him. God, she was hot! She felt so good wrapped around his cock like that. Marc was fighting his own urges, amused at how she was fucking him with anger and frustration. He loved her eyes, the intense gaze she had on, the way she was biting at her bottom lip while she was trying to fuck him hard. Her mouth cursed, shamelessly so, as she spoke like she was his teacher berating him for a bad grade. 

"You say that, but look at you right now. mmhh Fucking me hard all by yourself." -His voice was less strict, a little bit more bratty as he was now talking to her like he was her student. Somehow, when she was talking in her teacher's voice, it turned him on even more. When she was impatient like that, speaking with such authority, he loved it even more.

(part 4) "Aahhhh... You're a lazy boy! You know damn well I want you to fuck me hard. I wa...Haannnn... I want...Haan.. I want to be filled by your cock. Deeper! haaan... Harder!!!  But you won't give it to me. You naughty boy! So... So... Naughty! I need to... Teach you a lesson!" 

She groaned and tried to go faster. She bounced on him as hard as she could. Her moans filled the air, and she kept looking at him, her gaze going from angry to desperate. He still did not move, and she was growing even more frustrated by his inaction. He did not even touch her. He did not hold her waist or grab her ass or any other part of her body for that matter, and it was so frustrating she was on the verge of crying. He could not watch it go on any longer, especially not when she was frustrated to the point that her face was red, her eyes were welling up. Pleasure was on the verge of genuine distress, and he did not want her to feel as if he didn't want her. So he gave her a hard slap on her ass.

Now, now... that's a very wild accusation against me, Ms. Rivers. I want to give it to you. I just wanted to see for myself just how bad you wanted it. Now that I have seen it, there is no more reason for me to keep you waiting. I do like how you beg, so how about you beg me for that cock? Speak, Ms. Rivers. Use your words and beg for that cock like I know you can."

"Mmmhhhhh Yeah... Please... Officer Flynn... I beg of you to keep fucking me. I need... I need that cop's big cock to fill me up good. Please! I need... aahh... I need that officer's cock deep into that little pussy. Please.. Haan... Been wanting it for days... Been needing it for fucking days. Please. I need you to pound that shit, pound it. Pound it until it's a fucking mess. I need... I need... I need you. I need you, please... Please fuck me like the slut I am, Officer Flynn! Fuck me like the slutty little freak I am. Haaaan, always needing your cock inside me, always needing something in my mouth, I could not wait for you to undress; I was already on my knees waiting for you to give me your cock. Haan... Aaaahhh! Yes!!!!" 

He pulled away while she was talking and slammed right back into her when she was not even done talking. He could not wait any longer. He had to have her. Phoenix dropped her head a little bit. She shut her eyes and moaned louder as Marc went hard on her. He didn't even give her time to adjust, and with a hand on her waist to help guide her body, the cop pulled her onto his cock while he pushed forward. He set up a brutal and fast pace and watched her body jiggle, Phoenix barely holding it together as he was finally giving her what she so desperately wanted. Her moans were loud. They reverberated against the walls of the living room as he pistonned into her

Is that what you wanted?  uh? Is this that big cock you wanted, Ms. Rivers? You're so fucking wet, so tight around me. You like that big cock, uh? You like when I take you deep like that, uh?" She moaned louder, her voice now a little strained because she did not stop moaning.  " Yeah? You're so naughty, Ms. Rivers, so needy! You practically threw yourself at me to suck my cock. You like sucking cocks, uh? You like keeping your mouth busy and full, mmhh? My god, your pussy feels so good. Come here."

He thrusted hard into her and bottomed out inside her pussy. She gasped as he pulled her back. He sat on his heels and made her lean against his chest. His left hand grabbed her breast, and he planted several kisses on her neck, her cheek, her nose. He gently whispered to her, in a softer voice, "Let me kiss you." She moaned and nodded softly. He pressed his lips to hers, enjoying her delicious taste, the one he could not get tired of. He licked her lips, and she opened her mouth to deepen their kiss. Her hips moved up and down at a slower pace.  Her right hand moved to her pussy. She rubbed her clit in slow circles, and her other hand moved up and behind her head so she could slide her fingers into his head and stroke his head. 

"That's right. That's right. Haaan... Haaan, I love your cock. I love your fucking cock. It's so deep inside me.... Officer Flynn! You feel so good. I am so full of your cock, so full... I love it! I love it! I love fucking you like th---Shit! Shit! fuck me... Fuck me... Fuck my tight little pussy... Fuck your slutty teacher, like that... haaan... Shit... I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum again... I'm gonna cum on your big cock."

"Yeah? Yeah? Go ahead! Cum on my fucking cock... Cum on that big cock that drives you crazy. Uh? The one you cried for. Mmhh? Come on, do it for me, gorgeous. Cum for me." -He cupped her other breast and started to knead both with a firm grip.-

His hands felt so good on her; his fingers expertly pulled on her nipples, his tongue played with hers, and he groaned between their lips as she went faster on him. She went harder, faster, and while riding him, she finally reached her peak. She did not stop jumping on him but slowed down. Her fingers stopped rubbing her clit, and she stopped kissing him and fed him her fingers. Marc eagerly sucked on them while he picked up the pace. He needed his release. He needed to cum inside her and selfishly fucked her harder.  He was still sucking her fingers, but both his hands were now holding her waist. He watched her body bounce on him, her curves jiggling all over the place. 

She was so beautiful. So damn beautiful that he did not know what luck brought them together. He did not know what he did to deserve her, but he would be damned if he did not enjoy her and appreciate the moment spent with her.  She removed her fingers from his mouth and put both hands on his thighs to keep her balance while he went harder on her. He came after a while, shooting rope after rope of his white seed inside her snug little womb. He came out in a loud groan and a curse. His head went hot white as the only thing he wanted was to lose himself into her. He wanted to lose himself to the moment. She moaned with him, enjoying his pleasure and still riding hers. She was right where she wanted to be. Right with who she wanted to be with.  She gasped and dropped her head. He planted several kisses on her shoulder and the back of her neck. 

"I love you." -She whispered with a warm voice-

"I love you too." -He said in the softest voice he could muster-

You can't love me more than I do. I love you to the moon and back." -She grinned and twisted a bit her chest to be able to look at him. "I love you more than life itself." -She scrunched up her face in her famous smile and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

"How can I compete with that?" -He chuckled and kissed her back. He smiled at her cuteness and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her into a hug. His chin rested against her shoulder, and he closed his eyes. "Do you feel better?"

"Yeah... I'm not done yet, but I need a short break. Do you want to drink something?"

"Yeah, water, but for now I want to keep holding you for a moment." 

She positively hummed, and they stayed in a gentle embrace together. She was happy right there. So happy with Marc in ways she could not express. But she was.  They were. 

-TBC-

GOT smut; A tease of a princess

"You liked torturing me today, Princess?" - Jaime's raspy voice sent shivers down her spine as he whispered in Baahal's ear.-

Westeros' rules about Betrothal and chastity were well-known to Jaime Lannister. He was raised on these rules and knew what to do or say when the situation arose. He was used to suppressing his true thoughts and emotions from public scrutiny so they would not stain his family's reputation. Tywin Lannister personally trained his children and made sure that none of them would become the laughing stock of the Seven Kingdoms like his father was. So Jaime knew to keep his distance with the Princess when they were in public. He knew to ignore the not-so-subtle tease she sent his way or even feigned to ignore the innuendos she threw his way when they were talking in public. In itself, resisting the Princess was a holy mission that could have given him sainthood, given how stubborn and relentless she was with him. 

How was he supposed to keep his composure when the princess with devastating beauty was dressed in see-through fabric that exposed yet covered her sinful curves? How was he supposed to keep his composure when she wore dresses that exposed her soft back, her smooth legs, or any other part of her body he wanted to kiss and worship? How was he supposed to keep his composure when she whispered in his ear how naughty she was earlier that day? She would tell him with great detail how useless her fingers were that day. How tight and wet her pussy felt around her fingers and how she needed something bigger to stretch her out and fill her up. How could he fucking resist the Princess when she was hot and bothered and only he knew of it? Baahal would positively burn him with her incandescent amethyst gaze. She would look at him with a hunger he had rarely experienced. A hunger for /him/. A hunger that many men would kill for. 

"I would have gone even further if you did not excuse us from our guests." -She whispered, slender hands cupping his square and mature face.-

Baahal was so young, so impossibly beautiful, and his! She was his. Her fuck-me eyes were only for him; her raspy voice, heavy breathing, and slight fever were all for him. She could hide it well from others who were not familiar with the young woman, but Jaime was. He knew what her gasps meant, the sound of her moans that were barely audible when she tried to muffle them. He knew the way she would run her fingers over the back of her neck and nonchalantly rest it there while her chest heaved up and down, as if she wanted to be touched.  Perhaps the most obvious behaviour that betrayed her arousal was her rolling her hips on her seat, effectively pressing her sensitive mound against it.  His princess needed attention, and that night was no different from the others when she was in heat. 

Baahal danced. A sure sign that she was uninhibited that night. She would dance not like a princess who memorized steps but like a courtesan. She wanted to seduce Jaime. She wanted to entice him, so she danced with this intent. He watched, with his trained, detached facial expression, while his heart was pounding deep against his ribcage. She could not sit still once her dance was over. She had to sway her hips, bite back moans, twirl her hair, and run her hand over her neck. She had to hold eye contact with Jaime and smile mischievously. What a firecracker! he felt his cock twitch more than once just by watching her. He caught himself staring way too intently, his emerald eyes alight like two twin fires. He caught himself licking his bottom lip and prayed the gods she would not taunt him any further. 

"You would have pushed me to the edge. I would have ended fucking you right there and then. What a shameless little thing you are, Princess." -He cooed while his good hand frantically searched under her dress and found the dripping heat between her legs. Jaime felt her sticky juices coat his fingers as he started to rub her folds.-

That night, after being so far away from her knight, the Princess mingled with the guests. She joined conversations, hopping from one table to another to greet those invited by the crown. Her goal was to get closer to Jaime, and soon enough, after agonizingly long minutes, she was finally there. The knight had to bite his inner cheek just to make sure he wasn't dreaming or dead. Baahal was so beautiful with her little see-through dress and silver jewels. She looked like a goddess who descended on Earth. An impossible beauty with curves he had not seen among princesses and queens. Perhaps it was the customs, perhaps they simply minded what they ate, but Jaime had never seen curves like Baahal's among the noble families. The young woman had generous curves that were fighting to be contained in her dress. Curves he was lucky enough to see in their full glory, jiggling all over the place when he was fucking her. Curves he wanted to touch again, lick, bite even...

She came to him with a soft grin and eyes that promised a torrid night by her side when the guests were gone. She was talking to the knight next to her, Golden Lion, all the while exposing her neck and running her hand over her delicate skin. He caught it: the uneven breathing, hot and labored,  the wet and intense purple eyes she set upon him through furtive glances. And then she finally tiptoed just so her sugary lips could talk to him. He could feel goosebumps cover his arms and neck as she whispered to his ear. The delicious scent of roses filled his nostrils and titillated the knight, hard enough for him to want to take her. There was something about Baahal, something he could not pinpoint exactly, that made him go feral with her. She looked innocent (and was not when it came to the skin business, yet she was still discovering life with eyes full of wonder sometimes); she had the most kissable lips of the whole Seven Kingdoms, lips he wanted to possess but could not because of the rules. She had expressive big purple eyes that never failed to capture his attention. And she was crass! And she was not prim and proper like princesses ought to be.

# I am sure you saw me touch myself all night long. If I could, I would have lifted my dress and rubbed my little cunt for all to see, especially you.# Jaime did not reply; he simply swallowed a hard lump. It prompted her to continue #I wanted your fingers tonight. I wanted my Golden Lion to work on opening me up for his cock, with his strong and big fingers reaching deep inside me. I wanted him to feel how warm and wet I am tonight. To see for himself just how needy this little princess cunt is for him. Do you think he would like it? mmhh?# 

#Yes, Princess. He would.# Was all Jaime allowed himself to say. He watched her smile and then bite her bottom lip with her perfect pearly teeth. He watched her wrap her arms around his bigger one and keep whispering to his ear.  Seven Hells!

#Do you think he would have liked sucking on my breast while squeezing the other?  I wanted to ride him, to feel his strong arm wrap around my waist while his good hand would play with my tits. I wanted to feel his cock twitch because it felt my cunt squeeze tighter. I wanted him to take me, after I teased him all night long and after I rode him slowly. I wanted him to pound into me, to feel his hips move up and bury his cock deep inside. Do you think he would have liked it, my Golden Lion?#

She felt him tense at her words; his body temperature rose as he wanted to give anything he had to just do as she wanted. What a vixen, what a naughty and crass princess. She knew exactly what she was doing and still kept going. She knew exactly...  he swallowed a lump and tried to focus on the guest who was talking to him, but Baahal was having none of it. She was acting like a brat, refusing to let him focus on his duties as a knight, and it was working. 

"We don't have much time, Princess. The party is not over, and you still have to entertain guests." -He kissed her, or rather, returned all the quick kisses she was giving him, his hand steady, still rubbing her puffy lips in circular motions.-

"Then do your knightly duty, my betrothed. I need to cum, and only you can help me with that."

"Oh, so you're using me?" He said, bemused. She shook her head, hands holding onto his shirt. She then nodded.-

"Yes. Please. I beg of you. If you don't help me, everyone would know that your Firecracker is horny, and they would want to have a piece of me. In my state of mind, it's very dangerous." She reasoned. 

It sent a jolt up his brain. Jaime let out a possessive grunt and slowly knelt on the floor. No one was allowed to see Baahal this vulnerable because he knew they would try to take advantage of her. They would try to fuck his princess whether she was conscious of it happening or not. He saw them all with their predatory stares, the unmistakable musk they exuded from watching her dance. He saw them lick their lips, adjust their pants, and the worst of them wanted nothing more than to get her drunk so they could take advantage of her, while the rest of them wanted Baahal to realize that Jaime Lannister could not satisfy her like they could, so she would change her mind. 

So the knight used his maimed arm to help her leg up so it could rest on his shoulder. The princess blushed and bunched up her dress and pressed it against the apron of her belly to give her knight more access to her willing and waiting cunt.  His tongue lapped up the soft and wet folds, and Jaime moaned at how good that felt. He didn't waste any second and kept licking the Princess's sweet cunt with his hungry tongue.  She barely held herself together and used her free hand to hold onto the balcony so she wouldn't fall apart.  Jaime secured her leg with his maimed arm, preventing her from ever closing it and hiding her soft peach from him. He had to have her, to devour her. His good hand squeezed her ass, possessively grabbing onto it so the princess would remember it was his. His tongue, however, did not relent its assault on her poor horny cunt. 

She was so wet, and her clit was growing harder against the nose he had pressed to it. Jaime grunted, and the princess tried to muffle her moans and managed to keep them only to his ears.  "That's my Golden Lion... nnhhhh... eating me cunt so good like that... haaaaa... It's yours. My love. Yours...haan..." He quickly allowed his tongue to slide into the princess so he could fuck her with it. It was still better than nothing. Still turning him on like she could not believe, and for a moment, the knight was happy that he wore loose-fitting pants so it could not be seen.  Her moans were music to his ear, and the Knight kept sucking and licking her pussy, drooling a bit because she was so wet and she was humping his face now, wanting more than just his tongue. He released her ass and moved his finger to her clit. 

The princess lost all of her composure when the knight finally rubbed her clit. The princess was quickly coming undone by the skilled tongue of her knight. Jaime did not stop, not even to talk to her through it like he sometimes did. He was intoxicated with her scent, her taste, the juices making a mess of his face. He wanted to hear her moan and writhe against him. How scandalous that was, to have the princess of the seven kingdoms being eaten out in a balcony where anyone could walk in and see. How shameless was she to be tongue-fucked like that, by an older man who wore the scars of war on his body. Yet that was exactly what turned her on. To have Jaime Lannister, a veteran knight whose body told a story, touch and own her body like that. He was the only one able to make her lose her mind like that. The only one able to make her lose strength in her legs. The only one who made her almost scream so the whole world and the gods could listen to them. She gave in to him and came hard. Her warm juices squirted on his face, and Jaime kept drinking from her. He kept swallowing the evidence of their passion, and it was glorious to watch. It was incredible to experience, and it was his. 

And she was his. 

-TBC-