(1,200 words)
- Percival Bolton POV -
- Casterly Rock - Westerlands - Westeros - 275 AD -
"I want to" Elia Martell said to me as she looked into my eyes seductively, and with her soft, delicate hands she pulled off her tunic.
My primal instincts were taking over, and I couldn't hold myself back from making her mine and subduing her with my manhood. It would have been a problem if I had said no. To rape such a noble lady would have my head hunted down until the end of time, especially in a family like House Martell. Oberyn himself gave his life to avenge his sister, and if they did not act sooner, it was for fear of starting a new war they could not win.
"Then let's have fun" I replied with a half genuine smile. I wanted to taste her and devour her completely.
I began to help her completely remove her robe, and all that was left was a bandage covering her chest, along with a small robe covering her inner nobles. I had removed the entire tunic and there was only a sort of medieval briefs covering my package.
I pulled the blindfold off her chest, and her dark, perfect body was exposed. Her skin was soft and kind, tasty so to speak. Her figure was skinny and a little weak, but it gave her a delicate lady's touch. Her bust was not excessive, and was quite modest, but she looked beautiful all the same, without excess. Especially with her pink nipples that contrasted with her dark complexion. She looked delicious.
Her hands began to roam my chest as she looked at me with lust-filled eyes. Soon, her hands began to travel from my chest downward, reaching my crotch which she began to sensually palpate, and her eyes widened as she noticed my expanse.
"Big..." he murmured, and my smile widened a little as I cupped his chin with my right hand and brought my face closer. Not before I let her have a few seconds to feel my heavy breathing close to her.
Our lips met, and without wasting time my tongue had invaded her mouth, circling and intertwining with each other. It wasn't an affectionate kiss or with love, it was a kiss that carried pure lust and greed for the other's body. That was our one-night stand between me and Elia Martell. Not that I was looking for anything more either. She wasn't good enough to be a woman with a higher status than a casual lover.
After a long session of hot kissing, I began to untie my lower garments, revealing my machine, and Elia stared at my figure as I licked my lips. Although you could see a hint of insecurity in her eyes. It's not like I care, she makes her decisions and I don't have to make sure her decision is the right one. I'm just here to fuck her.
"Suck it," I said, as I pointed to my bug.
"S-sorry?" she asked confused and fearful, but the next moment the realization came to her of what I was referring to. But it was too late for I had already grabbed her hair as I forced her face down to get down to the level of my penis. "S-stop..." she mumbled, but it was too late for I shoved my big penis inside her mouth and began to fuck her throat causing tears to flow from her eyes. I was pretty rough, but not enough to hurt her.
"Are you okay" I asked her after I finished fucking her mouth, leaving the shape of my penis marked on her throat.
"Yes" she formulated softly. She was upset about what I had done to her, but I saw the pleasure in her eyes. She had enjoyed it.
"Then let's continue" I said as I pulled off the bandages covering her bottom, revealing her pink, waxed pussy. She literally smelled strawberry, worthy of a Dornish.
I licked my lips and soon began to devour her bottom as I played with her ass with one of my fingers. Moans drowned the room and escaped from her mouth from time to time, until finally a clear liquid with a somewhat bitter taste started to come out of one of the holes near her clit.
So she's one of those girls who can squirt. That's always a plus if you're a man capable of bringing a woman to orgasm.
After I finished with my meal, I took my penis and started rubbing it against Elia's clit as well as the outer lips of her vagina.
"Stop teasing" she muttered.
"How, I didn't hear you" I said mockingly, and Elia showed an annoyed expression.
"Do it! Put it in! I don't want to delay it any longer" she told me in a slightly desperate tone of voice.
"Stick what in?" I asked. "Ask me to stick it in you."
"Stick your dick in me!" she shouted, but before I could finish my words I charged forward hard, causing Elia to roar from the pain of breaking her hymen so violently.
Thus I began to carry and ride Elia Martell. Her pain soon turned to pure pleasure, and within 30 minutes her eyes were rolled back as her drool-covered tongue hung out of her mouth.
"I'm going to cum" I expressed with a grunt. Now I was glad I had used a magic I learned along with Qyburn, this was to disperse sound waves in many directions so as to, "mute" certain noises. That's the reason why there aren't five guards pointing their spears at me when they hear their princess moaning.
"Inside!" she shouted, and heeding her, I shot my entire load inside her pussy, filling her womb.
After a couple of hours, we had finished our session, and I was quite satisfied. Using blood magic could increase my stamina, but I didn't need that either. Elia was almost unconscious. A trance state, though not enough for her to become addicted to my penis. I didn't want her to not marry Rhaegar, because it would change things too much, and I would lose my future knowledge. Even if she is unhappy in her marriage, even more so than in the original story, she had to be happy enough to go through with the wedding and become queen.
We both rested lying on the bed as we embraced each other, our bodies covered in sweat, and a deep smell of sex permeating our bodies.
"I have no regrets, it was very nice" Elia told me, to which I nodded. "We could repeat it in the future, if our paths cross" she repeated to me.
"I don't refuse that, I enjoyed it too" I stated to her, already with my more usual emotionless face, which I think she noticed.
I gave him a kiss on the forehead, along with a caress on his hair and started to get dressed. But just as I was about to jump out the door, a man with black hair and a light mustache slammed the door open. He was carrying a spear.
"Sister!" the man shouted, then shifted his gaze to my figure. "You!"
"Stop Oberyn!" Elia shouted as she rose, crotch aching and still naked, to stand in front of her brother.
I used the moment to escape, however, this had become a problem.