"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-
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