Brothel AU for draconita

[darotisentys]

[It's only been a day, but he is anxious to get back to her. He won't say he's desperate to go to the brothel, because that's not the case. He would want her no matter where he found her.

The brothel is it, however, and once he's gathered with his men and orders given for the day, meals taken and a bath, he manages to sneak out once more and go to where he knows he'll find her.

His Alys.

He doesn't take his time. He's at the door as soon as he can and enters as quietly as possible, not wanting to draw a scene. He doesn't stop until he's found her.]

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[draconita]

[ Long fingers, threading through his hair.

She hums then, allowing him his silence, his comfort. Alys knows. The entire kingdom knows.

But he is just a boy; a wild, proud thing, given blood and power. ]

[darotisentys]

[It's a long time before he makes to move. He raises his head to press a kiss against her lips, soft and gentle. Something of a silent thanks.]

[draconita]

[ The madam smiles, kissing back his forehead. ]

Better?

[darotisentys]

For now.

[His fingers play along the top edge of her nightgown, knuckles stroking the skin along her collarbones.]

[draconita]

Good boy.

[ A finger, trailing down the scar on his cheek as she lets him be. Curious she may be, but the madam is nothing but patient. And besides: tonight is for him. His times, his needs. ]

[darotisentys]

Take this off.

[It's said quietly, but firmly. An order of sorts. He takes his hands away from her so she can obey.]

[draconita]

[ The expression on her face doesn't change. Quietly, calmly, Alys Rivers stands atop her bed, looking down at the boy prince with a growing, secret little smile.

It is easy to pull on the sash, to let the fine fabric spread open, to let it fall from her shoulders. Alys Rivers, with her full, heavy breasts, her wide hips.

Madam Rivers, falling down without a sound, straddling his hips, looking as comfortably as a cat sitting there. ]

[darotisentys]

[He watches the entire spectacle as if in a trance, only recovering himself when she lands in his lap. His hands immediately reach up to cup her breasts, thumbs tracing over her nipples with purpose. His lips find her throat, sucking at the warm spot on her neck.]

[draconita]

[ A gasp leaves her then, followed by a soft, deep hum. Blindly, dexterously, her hands move over his chest, undoing his buttons at a slow, steady pace. She is mindful, even in giving him what he wants, to give him space and time to adjust...

But oh, he is sweet and young and at her mercy, so the little roll of her hips, she cannot help. ]

[darotisentys]

[A groan escapes him at the movement and his hands slide down her sides to grasp at her hips, fingers digging into her skin. Whether he wants to stop her or have her continue is as yet undecided. His mouth replaces his hands at her breast, tonguing the soft flesh eagerly.]

[draconita]

[ A proper moan escapes her then, hands stilling as her back arches, eyes fluttering close. ]

Sweetling.

[ Another pointed roll, a hand flying to the back of his face to push him against her. A terrible weak point, so often neglected, but oh his mouth is sweet, and eager, and she wants to lose herself in it. ]

[darotisentys]

[The moan spurs him on, hands stroking up and down her thighs while his mouth continues to please her. He himself is pleased to know he seems to be doing an adequate job.

Slowly, he lays her onto her back, bringing her legs up and over his own.]

[draconita]

[ A soft little cry, melting into a little pout, her eyes big and bright and reproachful as she gazes up at him, spread and flushed. ]

Sweetling, undress for me, let me feel you.

[darotisentys]

[He presses a kiss beside each big, beautiful eye. A hand reaches down between her legs, fingers stroking at her wetness.]

Not today.

[draconita]

[ A gasp, for she is wet, eager for this boy as she hasn't been for a lover in a long, long time. For truly, what kind of man delays his pleasure -or finds any- in pushing a whore's first?

How ridiculous, how stupid. ]

Aemond.

[ How helpless it leaves her. ]

[darotisentys]

Mm?

[His fingers continue to toy with her, thumb rubbing against her core as he inserts a digit inside her.]

[draconita]

[ She opens her mouth to berate him, but a cry spills out instead. A hand moves to grab his wrist, but all it manages is to claw helplessly at his sleeve, hips bucking into his finger, desperate for more friction. ]

More - give me one more, I beg of you...!

[darotisentys]

As you wish.

[He smiles, adding a second finger to his first, pushing in and out of her in rhythmic fashion.]

Are you a good girl?

[draconita]

[ She's practically purring, hips moving with practiced ease to meet the movements of her fingers. Ah, he's coy. A pretty little thing, unwinding little by little before her. ]

So good, just for you.

[ A hand moves to grasp her own breast, massaging it and teasing it while her eyes rest on his. ]

Only you, my dragon.

[darotisentys]

[His eye wanders from hers, to her fondling her breast and back again.]

Only me. I like that. Do you like this?

[draconita]

[ A hurried nod, eyes fluttering close once more. There's a shine working itself over her skin, her paleness replaced by a growing, healthy blush. ]

Faster

[darotisentys]

[Faster is what she asks for. Instead, he stops, withdrawing his fingers from her altogether. Head tilted, watching her curiously.]

[draconita]

[ She gaps, a pitiful whine soon following.

Panting, she props herself up on her arms, closing her legs as she nudges him with a foot. ]

You are a wicked thing.

[darotisentys]

Shh.

[He backs up a little, hands pushing her legs apart again. This time he lowers his head to start pleasing her again with his tongue.]

[draconita]

[ Baffled, startled-- Madam Rivers falls back into her bed with a cry, her body tensing with the renewed waves of her pleasure.

Wicked thing, clever tongue; a hand reaches for his head, threading through his locks while her hips resume their rolling. ]