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Aenar - Warning Smut Scene
"Are you sure about this?" He asked, breathing heavily, trying to get rid of his clothes as he kissed Laena. She giggled when he almost tripped, a sound that he wanted to hear more.
"Yes, I want You. Right Now!" Laena said with a sultry voice as they shared another sweet kiss. After their little dance under the moon, they took a hidden passage and soon were in his chambers; they couldn't believe they were actually doing this. Laena had wanted to do this for a long time now; she had wanted to see all of him. In her dreams and when she touched herself, his face was always there. She imagined it was him playing her body like an instrument, but now, there was no need to imagine anything; now she was feeling the real thing and was already losing her mind.
Aenar took off his shirt before bringing Laena close to him; their faces were inches away from each other, and Laena felt his chest while he slowly ran his fingers through her silver hair; he kissed the side of his head, she giggled in amusement, knowing how much he liked her hair.
Laena's arms went to the chest area of her top, and she undid it again, this time completely, and her top fell off to the floor. She seductively winked at him and backed to the bed with Aenar guiding her until he was on top of her and got rid of his pants, throwing them somewhere; his underwear was the only thing left.
He lowered his head to Laena's stomach and began kissing it while his hands snaked up to her breasts, and he caressed and fondled them with his fingertips.
"Yesss, more Aenar," she moaned, loving the feeling of his lips on her body; his lips found hers, sharing another kiss that took their breath away.
They suddenly pulled away; they stared at each other.
"Ahh..." Laena moaned when she was gently pushed against the wall, the dark-haired now taking charge as he kissed her like a rabbit in heat.
"Aenar..." she again moaned, her sweet honey voice mixed with her desire and lust, making his hardened member twitch, now pulsing painfully.
Leaning back, the two breathed deeply as light panting sounds filled the room. They gazed at each other through half-lidded eyes, their noses touching each other as they took in much-needed oxygen.
"Laena...." Aenar groaned when he felt his hardened shaft being squeezed gently while a small smirk found its way to her lips.
"Y-You are so big, Aenar," she whispered in his ear, nibbling on it while he continued to paint. Damn, she was driving him crazy! Her scent, her tongue, her lips, her eyes...the way she was stroking his cock.
'He's huge!' she mentally thought.
Leaning in, he growled in a low tone.
"My turn now..." A look of surprise crossed her face before a loud moan escaped her lips.
"Ohhh...A-Aenar..." he was kneading her right breast now, the prince placing passionate kisses on her neck again. Laena closed her eyes as she leaned her head back, pushing out her chest more to give him more access. It felt so good; her breasts were always so sensitive.
"Ahhh...i-it feels so....good A-Aenar...do it...do it m-more," she moaned, still stroking his cock while now both of his hands were kneading her breasts. He continued to give her bite marks, licking over them sensually as her moans started to get louder.
"O-Ohh my god...Aenar...suck them..." Her breathing was even heavier now while lust had completely overtaken Aenar as he started to nibble on her ear. Going down, he placed several butterfly kisses on her neck, now sporting several bite marks, while his hands continued to grope her breasts.
He lightly pinched her hard nipples, driving out a loud moan from her as he traced his tongue into her cleavage, a trail of saliva visible from her neck. Her trembling hands slowly got hold of his warm meat pole as Aenar groaned loudly.
Laena felt herself losing control as she tenderly stroked his bare cock now, which was now grinding against her dripping cunt.
"Ahh yes...a-amazing..." her moans encouraged him as he leaned down to take her left nipple in his mouth while his right hand pinched her other nipple.
"Ohh...so gooood...." Laena threw her head back as she cupped his head from behind, pushing him in while Aenar eagerly ran his tongue over her areola, sucking and biting on them as he drew her crazy. His hands would easily slide over her sweaty breasts as he continued to knead her right tit while sucking onto her left nipple like a baby.
Stopping his 'breast sucking,' he leaned upwards to take her luscious lips into another hot kiss, making her moan in ecstasy, his right hand roughly groping her right breast while he continued to grind his bare cock against her wet lower region.
Leaning back, he grinned at her lightly as she stared at him through her half-lidded eyes, inwardly shocked to see this side of his.
Nibbling on her ear, biting her earlobe, he whispered huskily.
"I will make you scream, the whole castle will hear you," this made her whimper as her juices dripped down her nether regions.
His hands moved lower to her bare pussy, his hand squeezing her big arse.
"Ohh...Yesss," Laena hissed as he began to rub her clit, his left hand still groping her breasts as he leaned in to capture her pink lips. Laena was so lost in the pleasure that her hand automatically stopped stroking his cock, though it still held its gentle grip on it.
"Mmmm..." her moans were turning him on so much as he nibbled on her lower lip lightly, his left hand playing with her bare tits while he continued to rub her.
"Ahh...A-Aennarrrrr...." Laena broke out of the kiss as she moaned sweetly, her eyes closed, her right hand resting on his shoulder while he started to rub her bare clit gently. She thrust her lower body forward, opening her legs a bit to give him more access.
"Enjoying...Laena?" Aenar whispered in his husky voice. God! She couldn't think straight now; he was so good!
"Y-Yesss....please d-don't s-stop...." She panted out as he began to finger her, wet sloshing sounds mixed with their pants fueling their lust. Aenar suddenly stopped making her whimper while he grabbed her; he made her sit on the edge of the bed; he bent on his knees, his left hand reluctantly leaving her breasts, his warm and wet tongue trailing circles around her belly button, making her giggle a bit. He then gently probed his tongue into her belly button, resulting in her squirming a bit. Leaning down, Aenar noticed her clean, shaved pussy.
"What are you doing?" Laena couldn't help but whimper. She wanted more of his fingers.
"I promised you, I will make you scream." Aenar growled.
"But-t why are you down there-Ohhh, Ohh, Ohh! Fuckk!!" Laena moaned loudly as her knees buckled. Aenar had a surprised expression on his face as he tasted her love juice.
"Aenar....m-more..." she pleaded while panting, a sheen layer of sweat covering her body, giving it an ethereal glow. Smiling softly at her, he again leaned forward as he began to lap up her juices hungrily, making her moan uncontrollably.
"O-Oh my...it feels so..." she whimpered, her hands now resting gently on his back head as she pushed him a bit deeper; not wanting this feeling to end, she was just about to cum anyway. Aenar, however, shoved his tongue deeper into her clit, while Laena clutched his dark-haired curls.
"Aenaaarrr.....I...I'm cumming!" she moaned loudly this time, pushing his head in deeper as she closed her thighs. Her moans got louder as she experienced the best orgasm of her life, her mind getting lost in the euphoria.
"Did you enjoy that my princess?" Aenar teased as he crawled up to her; while kissing her beautiful body, she breathed heavily still, her mind still trying to understand what just happened, but she heard his words.
"I don't want to become a Princess. I will become a Queen. The Queen."
"I love hearing you talk like that." Aenar growled, smiling like a wolf who had come out to play.
"Not just talk, Aenar." She stared seriously as she cupped his face, looking straight at his bright purple eyes. "One day, the world will know Us as the Conquerors come again. Dorne, anyone beyond the sea who dares to oppose the Dragons will be burned to ashes." She promised, feeling her blood boil like a raging fire, ready to consume the whole world.
"They Will." He agreed before leaning in to capture her lips in a chaste kiss.
"Ahh, L-Laena..." he trailed when she grabbed his cock, a sly smile on her face. Now, he was the one sitting on the bed, giving him another heated kiss while her hand started to stroke his cock. Aenar groaned as she started to place soft, tender kisses on his neck before bending down.
"Ohhh...don't w-worry...I'll take good care of you f-from now on..." she purred with a light giggle, nuzzling her cheek with his hard member, her one hand stroking it at the base while the other cupped his balls. Aenar groaned.
Kissing the tip of his shaft, making him shiver.
"Aghh..." he gritted his teeth upon feeling his dick being covered with warm wetness.
'It feels....so good,' he thought in amazement while Laena had taken half of his cock in her mouth, now running her soft tongue at the base of it. She moaned while the vibrations through her throat further increased his pleasure as he rested his hands on the back of her head, gently pushing her in.
Getting the signal and inwardly smirking, Laena further began to engulf his shaft until almost all of it was in.
'Wow...It tastes so Sweet!' she inwardly exclaimed in glee, now leaning back to the tip of his cock before again taking the whole length in her mouth. Aenar, meanwhile, was groaning uncontrollably; this was heaven...pure heaven!
Starting out at a slow rhythmic pace, she began to bob her head- back and forth, all the while her tongue eager, licking his cock.
'Mmm....it's delicious....' She involuntarily thought, both of her hands holding his thighs as she gradually increased her pace while Aenar was already close to cumming, his hands gently fisting a bit of her hair.
"Oh f-fuck!" he cursed as jet streams of his white seed erupted from his cock, spilling over her face and breasts. Aenar had his eyes clenched shut, his hands now tightly clenched into fists by his side as he cummed violently, shooting loads of thick sticky sperm while his member twitched in response. Laena was moaning, her eyes half-lidded as the warm, thick liquid splashed on her face, now pouring down to her breasts and cleavage.
Soon, it ended as sounds of heavy panting filled the room, the two not moving as they reveled in this feeling, especially Aenar. Laena began to lick the sperm off her fingers. She moaned at the taste; it was a bit bitter, but still....she didn't know how to explain it; it was delicious, and it was turning her on even more. She wanted to taste more. Wiping her face and breasts with her hands, she continued to gulp down his sperm, all the while moaning in ecstasy.
Aenar slowly opened his eyes, his knees shaking a bit, to see a sight which was almost every man's dream. His purple eyes, filled with lust, slowly widened as he watched her lick his sperm off her body, enjoying it all the while moaning at the taste.
"Mmm...I love it..." her voice seductive as she licked her fingers clean before lifting her eyes to watch him staring at her, his eyes full of desire and lust, making her blush lightly.
"Owww..." Laena muttered cutely with a light giggle, now lying on the bed with Aenar on top of her, his face nuzzled in her neck.
He lifted his head, now gazing into her eyes.
Leaning down, he quickly captured her lips, kissing her passionately as she, too, instantly returned the affectionate kiss, lovingly sifting through his dark-haired curls.
"Mmmm..." Laena moaned loudly when she felt his hardened member rubbing against her outer pussy lips.
"R-Ready?" he asked while panting, whereas she instantly nodded. Both kept gazing into each other's eyes as he pushed his member gently against her lips. Laena relaxed herself, moaning sexily as she slowly took in his member.
Aenar, too, groaned as he felt warm and wet tightness engulf his cock, as if completely hugging him tightly, never to let it go.
"Ohh...Aenar..." she moaned, now panting heavily as he slowly slid completely inside of her, both of them reveling in this marvelous feeling.
"G-Gosh...s-so good," Aenar muttered as he clenched the bed sheet tightly while Laena, too, couldn't believe how good it felt having him inside of her.
"A-Aenar...move..." she panted as he slowly pulled his cock out until just the tip of it was inside her before slowly moving. He gradually began to increase the pace, making sure that she was comfortable while Laena could only moan at the wonderful sensation.
"Faster..." she moaned as he began to go faster, his hands now grabbing hold of her waist as he started to slam into her, wet sloshing sounds being produced.
"Y-Yes...so g-good A-Aenar..." Laena moaned loudly as she, too, began to move her hips, matching his motion.
"O-Oh...so g-good...y-yeah, keep it g-going...oh A-Aenar..." Laena continued to moan loudly as she wrapped her thighs around his waist, locking him in. Beads of sweat rolled down Aenar's face as he continued to ram into her, her tight, slippery insides squeezing his shaft every time he hit her deep inside.
Laena moaned loudly when he began to go even deeper than before; wet sloshing sounds combined with her sweet voice filled the room.
"Ahhh...s-so good...keep g-going...ahh Aenar...a-amazing," she couldn't stop moaning; the pleasure was out of the world, indescribable. Her whole body was going numb; the feeling of his manhood sliding into her womanhood, filling it like that, was overwhelming. Each time he thrust back in, her body would twitch due to a bolt of pleasure.
Aenar, however, was panting, sweat dripping down his chin as he continued to rock her, displaying his stamina while Laena just lay there, completely under his mercy.
"Damn..." he growled, further increasing the intensity of his thrusts as he leaned down to take her left nipple in his mouth, sucking on it wildly.
"Ahhhh...A-Aennnn..." Laena wrapped her arms around his head, holding him tight while her thighs, too, were firmly locked around his waist. The dark-haired, however, groaned when he felt her wet inner walls clench his cock while the vibrations from his throat further increased her pleasure as he continued to suck on her nipples.
"Y-Yes...suck o-on them...bite them, Aenar!" she exclaimed in pleasure, arching her back to give him more access to her chest when Aenar lightly bit on her nipple, making her mewl softly. He traced his tongue on the border of her areolas, creating a suction due to his sucking while his teeth tantalizingly grazed with her sensitive nipples before pulling away, looking straight into her eyes as she looked at his.
Aenar groaned when her walls began to clench around his manhood.
"A-Aenar...k-ki-kiss me..." She somehow managed to say. Both of them crashed their lips into each other, kissing each other like crazy as he continued to slam into her.
"I...I...c-cummiiiinggg!" her voice echoed throughout the castle as her body shuddered, a ground-shattering orgasm rocking through her form while her inner, wet, and sloshy walls constricted around his manhood, engulfing it, resulting in Aenar too reaching his limit.
"Ahhh...d-dammnit I..." he groaned vociferously, his sweaty body shaking violently as the dark-haired prince shot hot ropes of his creamy sperm, milking her insides. Laena had her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, being lost in the feeling of him filling her insides like that, her eyes closed while she continued to pant along with him.
Her arms were still wrapped around his neck while his face was nuzzled into her neck, both of them recovering from the amazing feeling. Finding himself getting back his senses as the cold air grazed his body, making him shiver, he pulled out of her, making her moan in what seemed to be disappointment. With somewhat unsteady balance, he pulled the covers over them before laying beside her, hugging her tightly to him.
Laena slowly opened her eyes when she felt herself being tightly hugged, now her senses coming back as she opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was the warm purple eyes staring back at her. Her lips curved upwards into a dreamy smile as she gazed at his smiling face, her hand slowly lifting to rest on his chest.
"That was amazing, Aenar," Laena said, still feeling the delicious pleasure she had felt; now, she felt complete. A part of her felt a tiny bit guilty for not inviting Rhaenyra, but she decided that once her mother gave birth to her new sibling. She decided that would be the perfect time to invite her.
Smut Scene Ended
A Holy Brother
"Keep searching, she has been seen in an inn in the Flea Bottom." Their Leader's authoritative voice pierced through the drizzle, issuing yet another command for the group to heed. Asinus, feeling discomfort gnawing at him, sensed the persistent itch in his feet intensifying, exacerbated by the relentless downpour that had commenced an hour earlier. The once bustling streets transformed into cascading rivers, careening towards the towering walls looming ahead. Amid this deluge, a cleansing of sorts unfolded as rats and debris were swept away. However, as the rain persisted unabated, Asinus found himself in a precarious situation; his worn-out boots, tattered and punctured, proved futile against the rising waters that stealthily infiltrated them. Each boot filled with water like a sinking ship in the sea, with water gradually pooling inside his footwear. His hair now clung to his face, a sodden veil weighted with the chill of the relentless rain.
The black cloak did a good job hiding how much they shivered, cold and wet. Asinus felt miserable; what he would give for a warm tea, he should be inside, and he would have been. But the sudden appearance of the 'Red Lady' had caused chaos amongst the Faith.
He felt his blood boil at the thought of her fooling the innocent people of King's Landing. He knew not why she was regarded as a healer amongst some people, but he knew better; he was a Holy Brother, and he knew the rumor was just lies; the Faith of the Seven was the only true god. All those who prayed for good health would take it; only the sinful deserved no such treatment from the Gods.
The thought of the Seven brought him great happiness, but right now, he felt the cold, the heavy chain around his cold, wet, and pale neck; he felt like he was being hanged by the gallows. He knew soon enough that the Red Lady would be the one to be hanged.
Last night, they had sent two Holy Brothers at the Flea Bottom; they knew where she resided, so they were supposed to bring her to the Sept in chains to be judged for her crimes and publicly executed in front of the whole City, for everyone to see, to set an example, what happens to everyone who tries to bring any other false gods in Westeros. But the two Holy Brothers didn't return, but their cloaks did. They found them the next morning on the first step of the wide staircase that led to the Sept, but there was no sign of them anywhere, and the cloaks weren't tainted with blood or anything to suggest they had been attacked.
Asinus escaped his thoughts upon hearing a dog far away in the distance; he looked at the Leader of their little group. "Brother Narran, why not kill the whore? Why should we bring her alive?" He finally asked; the moonless night engulfed King's Landing in darkness, their dark cloaks from head to toe. Asinus liked to believe they were like a band of knights searching for the great evil hidden in the City.
"Do not say such foul words, brother Asinus. Perhaps you want to be back on the cleaning job." The Leader said with a grunt; the cloak hid his face; he could see his mouth moving in the darkness, but not his face; his white eyes glittered like two white gems.
Asinus shuddered at the memory; the foul smell still made him vomit every now and then. Rather than smooth skin, his fingers were now encased in a tapestry of scar tissue that seemed to meld seamlessly from fingertip to knuckle, a constant reminder of the searing pain that still lingered. He took great care to shield his hands from water, knowing all too well the agony that awaited if the wounds were to reopen, the sensation akin to clutching a grimy rag while scrubbing away the grime that clung stubbornly to the walls. His injuries had healed and split open repeatedly.
"No, my Brother." His voice shivered, as did his body from the cold. "But the Seven that are One punish the false gods, and everyone who follows them. This, 'Red Lady' is using her filthy dark magic to fool and rob the innocent people of the City. It's our job to cleanse the City from every bit of foul magic." He said passionately at the end. Everyone knew magic didn't belong in their world. Every creature with magic deserved the same fate, but the ones in Westeros right now would have to wait.
"That's true brother Asinus, but the High Septon wants to know who sent this woman here. Who is her ally in King's Landing." His words made him freeze; this time, it wasn't from the cold.
"You think someone send her here, and she has allies?" He questioned, not wanting to believe it, but the more he thought about it—the more it made sense. There would be no point for a Red Priestess to travel to Westeros without inside help to spread her filthy religion. No, someone was protecting her, someone who was powerful enough. His brother said so himself a moment later.
With a lantern held firmly in his grasp, its warm glow casting long shadows on the cobblestone road ahead, he illuminated his path through the dimly lit alleyways of Flea Bottom. As the light pierced the darkness, the scurrying rats, startled by the sudden brightness, whisked away into the shadows, their tiny forms disappearing swiftly. His disdain for the rodents was palpable, a deep-seated aversion that only added to his distaste for this wretched place. The air was thick with the acrid scent of decay, assaulting his senses as he navigated the streets; even now, under this heavy rain, he could feel their eyes on him, like predators, watching his every move. They had no respect for the Holy Brothers, but he knew not to be afraid; his right hand held a knife, ready to slice through their empty stomachs, thief or rat.
"There." Their Leader spoke, his shout drowned by the sound of heavy rain and small animals crawling through the stone streets like worms; he heard the sound of people whimpering, hunger, and sickness; he didn't know which one could be the cause.
Asinus followed the direction of his Leader's outstretched arm, his gaze settling upon a quaint inn nestled at the end of the road. The inn was a three-story structure with pristine bricks resembling freshly fallen snow, wisps of smoke curling lazily from its chimney into the crisp night air. Warm light spilled forth from within, casting a welcoming glow through the paned windows while a row of flickering lanterns adorned the windowsills.
Their Leader knocked on the door; he heard the sound of approaching footsteps; it cracked open, and the face of a young girl with long hair appeared. "How may I help you, Holy Brothers?" Her voice quivered just a little; his Leader pushed the rest of the door open, and the girl stumbled back as they all stepped inside, water dripping from the bottom of their cloaks, small pools formed below them.
The warmth engulfed him like a warm blanket, only now he realized how cold it was outside; his fingers quivered like falling leaves, as did the lantern he was holding; the tiny fire inside suddenly grew brighter and stronger, and his fingers burned with pain, his wounds had reopened again.
"You shouldn't have come, your wounds are not healed yet, brother." Brother Ruhig said beside him; he tried to get a hold of his injured hand, but Asinus moved his hand away, fixing the new brother of the Seven with a glare.
"You have been with us for only a month, mind your business." He spoke with a snarl.
"Have you seen the Red Lady?" Asinus heard his Leader ask the young girl, her hair a dirty blonde, bushy, with a pretty face, wearing a simple dress, not much meat in her bones, with bright purple eyes.
"Red Lady? My inn is no place for people of sin." The girl said, sounding insulted.
"We have asked around, and they all say they have seen her here. I hope you don't mind if my brothers check the place." Their Leader said as they walked further into the main room of the inn; a young man stood behind a desk, and the benches were filled with people; he couldn't remember ever seeing so many people in an inn in the Flea Bottom; those people were filthy animals, yet, he noticed it.
Their eyes were looking at them, at their weapons; he gripped the handle of his knife extra tighter, and the wooden handle creaked. They were a group of Holy Brothers; they held no gold, and even the chains around their necks held no real worth; they weren't Maester chains, no gold, no Valyrian steel, no silver, not even copper; those people should know they held nothing of value in them, besides their lives.
As Asinus looked at their faces, he recognized a few. Barry 'The Rat,' Ted 'The Giant,' and Dekan 'The Thief.' They knew them, thieves all of them, but never real proof. Asinus wished to be the one to hang them and for crows to feast on them; it was always a good sight. He noticed something strange: they all wore the same red ring on their index finger, and a sigil of a phoenix was carved on it.
"Check the place? I don't want to bother the good people here; all the coin I take is from-" "As a Holy Brother of the faith. I swear my brothers will not bother your-" he stopped mid-sentence as he took a good look around the inn, at the faces of everyone inside, everyone was looking at them.
"Customers." He drawled the word as he jerked his head towards them. Following the order given to him, Asinus obediently strode towards the first room, his steps echoing softly in the room. Rather than pause, he decisively turned the doorknob, causing the hinges to emit a loud, eerie creak. Inside, nestled on the bed in a peaceful slumber, was a young girl, surrounded by a collection of books strewn haphazardly across the cold, stone floor.
He looked around, but there was no sight of anything unusual, red sigils of the R'hllor. Nothing.
"Can you let my daughter sleep?" He turned towards the doorframe, except it was blocked. Ted stood there, tall, too tall. Asinus creaked his neck; his eyes reached the ceiling where Ted's eyes were, as bald as an egg, with long arms, and taller than some people he knew.
"Of course. I didn't-" Screaming.
Asinus dashed past him like a lightning bolt, effortlessly slipping through the narrow gap. With determination fueling his every step, he ascended the staircase where haunting screams echoed ominously. Upon reaching the source of the distressing cries, he kicked the door, causing the hinges to buckle under the force, sending the wooden barrier crashing to the floor. It was then that his eyes fell upon the scene before him. There stood Narran, gripping a woman with fiery red locks, clad entirely in crimson attire with a striking red necklace adorning her delicate neck.
"We caught you Red Priestess." He shouted as he pulled out a pair of shackles.
"What, but I'm not the Red Woman! I'm a holy Brother!" The Red Lady shouted in distress. He wondered if she had lost it, but she was starting to annoy him as she slapped Narran in the face, trying to get away. He quickly hit the back of her head; she went limb, and blood poured down from her forehead down to her face.
With the help of others, they carried her away, dragging her by her arms, her bare feet dragging against the ground. The woman serving in the inn apologized continuously. Asinus was ready to tell her that she would get a fine for housing an enemy of the Faith, but Narran told her that she wouldn't be punished this one time.
Asinus was sure Narran was too soft, but he was the Leader, so he dared not to say anything; strangely, the people in the inn didn't seem bothered by what they were doing, knowing all of them were thieves; he was certain they would try to do something foolish.
After dragging her through the whole City, she woke up one more time, mumbling something he didn't understand, but Asinus hit her in the back of the head with a club. Narran looked at him disapprovingly as they finally reached the steps that led to the Sept.
Asinus found himself smiling in triumph, knowing the High Septon would reward them for their good service, but as they reached the top of the stairs, the High Septon awaited them with seven Holy Brothers holding clubs.
"We have her, Your Highness," Narran said, bowing his head to the High Septon, but no words of praise were said; instead, he said something that made Asinus's body freeze.
"Traitors!! What have you done? Capture Them!" He could do nothing as they grabbed his hands before forcing his head down, his arms forced behind his back, bending them until they started hurting.
"Your High Highness, we have done nothing. We captured the Red Woman?!" Asinus shouted as he was forced onto his knees; he struggled, but his arms were twisted until he felt like they would snap.
"The Red Woman?! Have you all gone mad? You all will be hanged for treason for killing a Holy Brother." Asinus used every bit of strength to look at the one they had captured, but instead of the red woman, there laying on the ground on his stomach with shackles on his arms, was a Holy Brother, wearing a black cloak, his head red from the fresh blood.
"No! This Is Sorcery. It Was The Red Woman!" He screamed as he was dragged away.
Tomorrow - Aenar
As his head slowly turned to the side, a sensation of comfort enveloped him, the bed beneath him seeming to cradle him in its embrace, radiating warmth that seeped into his very being. With a gradual flutter, his eyes unveiled a mesmerizing sight before him—a cascade of lustrous silver strands framing a face of beauty, illuminated by the gentle caress of sunlight that danced through the window, setting her hair aglow like molten silver. His hand ascended with a tender reverence, fingers delicately weaving through her locks that emitted a redolence akin to a meadow of blooming summer flowers. Tracing the curve of her bare shoulder, his lips grazed her skin. The journey of his kisses continued, a trail of soft caresses leading up to the nape of her neck, where he bestowed a gentle suction, followed by a light, affectionate nip.
A moan came out of Laena; Aenar chuckled in amusement as he pulled away just slightly, earning a moan of disappointment from Laena.
"Are you awake, Laena?" Aenar teased with a growing grin.
"No, I'm still sleeping, and your lady wants you to keep doing what you were doing." He hummed against her neck, planting another kiss, but no biting yet,
"Is that an order I'm hearing, my Lady?" Aenar teased further as he rolled her around; now, she was facing him with a sleepy smile on her face.
"What if I am, hmmm, what will you do?" She asked with a melodic voice, her breasts pushed against his chest; he chuckled as he leaned forward, and she closed her eyes, expecting a kiss. Instead, he kissed the crown of her head.
"I swear, you love my hair more than me." Laena teased as she grabbed a loose fang of her hair.
"Maybe I do." Aenar teased; his lips found her, and she moaned in bliss as he started trailing kisses down her body.
"For ordering a prince of the Realm. I will have to punish you." Laena moaned and shuddered from his tone; she couldn't understand how he could make himself sound like that.
"This is a punishment? Then I wouldn't mind being punished every day." Laena moaned in anticipation as he kissed around her thighs; she was dripping wet for him.
"You are spoiled, my sweet Laena." Aenar teased before sinking his face between her thighs.
"Ohhhh-OhhhhhhHhh Yesss!!"
Later
As the first rays of the sun kissed the horizon, Aenar stepped onto the public training ground. With his sword in hand, he commenced his daily routine of practicing his moves against his straw-filled opponent, repeating the four motions of a stab, a swing, sidestep to the right, and then another swing in an almost mechanical fashion.
The sound of metal against straw echoed through the courtyard as Aenar's swift and precise movements seemed to blend into the already bustling atmosphere of the castle, which had just recently begun springing back to life. The warm breeze of the early morning rejuvenated him, and with each swing and thrust, he felt his muscles loosen and his mind sharpen.
The bustling energy of the castle was infectious, from the clanging of armor to the neighing of horses, as everyone eagerly prepared for the day's events.
His heart was beating so hard that he could feel it pounding in his throat, and he wasn't sure how to feel about it.
As he delivered another forceful strike and thrust toward the wooden training target, the sound of wood and straw colliding echoed throughout the place.
With every powerful swing, small puffs of straw exploded from every corner of the bag that was tightly tied around the sturdy wooden post.
Despite the physical exertion, the young warrior's movements were becoming increasingly fluid and precise.
As he stood there, panting and sweating profusely, the hard, cold stone beneath his feet provided a welcome respite from the crushing heat that had built up in his body. It was a feeling he was all too familiar with - the result of exerting himself to the limit in training, fighting the straw dummy with all his might. As he leaned against the cool stone, catching his breath and wiping the sweat from his brow, he felt a gentle breeze passing by.
Aenar rose from the dusty ground, his muscles aching from the grueling training session; he reached out to retrieve his wooden training sword, feeling the rough texture of the handle under his calloused fingers.
He heard footsteps approaching, and he turned around to see someone approaching; this one had coal black hair and pale green eyes, he wore cheap armor, and instead of a sword, he had a Morningstar that he carried on his belt.
"You are a very good warrior, my lord." The new man said Aenar knew he couldn't recognize him because he wasn't really wearing royal clothes right now, and second, Ser Ryam and Ser Elric didn't know where he was, but he knew they were searching for him.
"Thank you, you are here for the tourney, I suppose?" Aenar questioned, with a friendly smile as he let the wooden sword drop-down; the boy nodded with a look of determination; his hair reminded him of Robb.
"Yes, my lord. I'm here for the tourney."
"Have you been in a tourney before?" Aenar questioned as he grabbed a skin bottle from his waist; he drank it before passing it to him.
"Thank You." He said, taking a small sip first before drinking more. "I have been in Tourneys with Lord Dondarrion; I was his steward. There was a tourney in Storm's End last year. I was there but didn't make it far. I have been trying to get better and win a tourney, but Lord Dondarrion still made me a knight for knocking his son off his horse."
"Oh, that Tourney was for his heir's name day." Aenar sat, leaning against a wooden beam; the man nodded with a thoughtful look on his face.
"Yes. Were you there?"
"I was only to watch, but uncle didn't want me to attend, saying I was still young," Aenar explained, and the other nodded with a look of understanding.
"I understand that feeling, it took a while for Lord Dondarrion to decide that I was ready to attend Tourneys."
"I take it you want the Gold. I heard the reward is ten thousand gold dragons. I heard the King raised the reward, his heir will be born soon." Aenar said; the other had a look as if he wanted to say something before shaking his head as if getting rid of whatever he had wanted to say.
"Not just the gold coins. I hope to catch Ser Ryam's eyes. He's the oldest Kingsguard and the one I admire." He said with a look of determination in his eyes.
"You want to become a Kingsguard?" Aenar questioned, hiding the fact that he was surprised to hear that.
"Yes. I have always wanted to serve the Royal Family. To serve someone I fully trust." He said almost passionately before jerking his head towards Aenar.
"I apologise, but I didn't catch your name, my lord?"
"Aenar Targaryen." His words were casually said as if he was talking about the weather. The man, who seemed a little older than him, gasped, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.
"Y-You mean the Prince?"
"Unless there's another prince named Aenar that I'm unaware of." He teased before showing his Valyrian Steel dagger; the man quickly kneeled to his knees, his eyes glued to the ground.
"I'm a-apologise, yo-your grace." His voice shivered; he had lost all color. Aenar was certain he would fall unconscious.
"You can stand up. Is not the end of the world that you didn't recognize me." Aenar said casually. The man stood up, showing relief on his face, but he was still quite shocked.
"What is your name, good knight?" Aenar questioned.
"Ser Criston Cole, your Grace."
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