Dorniense Alternative

—Do you please me, Your Grace? —asked his new wife, with a complicit smile on her face as she remained naked in front of him. —Oh, yes —said Viserys, while admiring her perfect body. Accepting Doran Martell's invitation to go to Dorne instead of Pentos had been the wisest decision Viserys had ever made. He thought that, at some point, he would have to sell Daenerys to ensure the army he needed to recover his throne, but Prince Doran had presented him with an even better solution. Taking Princess Arianne as queen in exchange for Dorne's support would have been a fruitful deal even if his wife had been ugly. But Arianne Martell was far from ugly. She ran her hands over his back from top to bottom, delighting in the sensation of his impeccable olive skin under her palms. Many Targaryens had married someone of their own blood, and Viserys had once believed he would do the same and make Daenerys his queen. But while admiring Arianne's voluptuous body and squeezing her full and round breasts between his hands, Viserys did not regret breaking with that tradition. She was going to be an excellent queen. —You will be beautiful by my side when I recover my throne —he said, rubbing her dark nipples with his thumbs—. Once my allies have gathered, we will crush Robert Baratheon, the Usurper, and the Targaryens will rule once more, as is our birthright. —I can't wait —purred Arianne. Her fingers traced his stomach to his penis, which she wrapped around with her hand—. And what about the Lannisters? Will you crush them too? She looked at him as her hand began to slowly move up and down the length of his penis. —After they did what they did to my family, and yours? No punishment would be severe enough —said Viserys. Thinking about Tywin Lannister's betrayal of his father always enraged him just as much. Usurper, I wasn't sure if I hated anyone in Westeros more than Tywin—. The rains of Castamere will seem like a happy melody compared to the song they'll write about the destruction of House Lannister. —I can't wait to hear that song —said his wife. His hand moved lower and cupped her testicles, which he squeezed softly. Viserys growled and pushed her hand away. —Is something wrong? —he asked. —No —he said, shaking his head. His hand felt divine, and that was precisely the problem. This wouldn't be his first time, of course, but the journey to reach Lanza del Sol in secret, without the dogs of the Usurper noticing, had been long and arduous. He hadn't had the time or opportunity to enjoy the company of any woman for longer than he would have liked, and didn't want the soft hands of Arianne to make him spend. —Then do you want to get straight to the point? —she asked, apparently understanding why he had stopped her. She seemed much more sure of herself than he imagined most maidens would be before being deflowered, but he didn't delude himself that Arianne hadn't been touched. Everyone knew that the Dornish had a very different attitude towards sex, and Viserys hadn't expected a woman as beautiful as Arianne to remain virginal. That didn't matter to him, not now. She was his now, all his, like all the power of Dorne. —Yes —he said, pleased that she understood. They had a duty to fulfill—. Get on the bed. Kneel down. Arianne obeyed immediately and Viserys admired the sway of her hips as she walked towards the bed and crawled into the correct position. What a more attractive spectacle offered, on all fours and waiting for her husband to claim her. And so he did. He climbed onto the bed behind her with enthusiasm and didn't waste time guiding his cock inside her. He had spent too long since he'd had a woman in his— bed, but Arianne was the most beautiful one he had ever had. He barely could contain his excitement as he put his hands on her hips and pushed inside her. Since she wasn't an innocent maiden, there were no barriers to stop him. That worked well for Viserys. Immediately he began pushing out, pushing his cock in and out of his new wife constantly without thinking a second. He growled, enjoying the indescribable sensation of fucking his queen. —Yes, Your Grace! —said Arianne—. Claim! Claim your queen! —Far from feeling uncomfortable with his fast pace and deep thrusts, she moaned along with him and even pushed her own hips back to receive his thrusts. Viserys gave her a firm slap on the ass, smiling as he saw her olive-skinned and flexible body shake with the impact. She was beautiful, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and now she was all his. His wife, his queen, his and only his for fucking. The idea made him accelerate the movement of his hips. —Give me your seed! —she cried—. Give me your seed so I can give you a prince! That made him growl. Yes, that was it. The Targaryens had been brought to the brink of destruction by their enemies, but the dragons would rise again. Viserys would recover his throne and one day pass it on to his son. A son this woman would give him, and preferably as soon as possible. He gathered his long and thick black hair in his fist and pulled it back, pulling her head back and making her gasp in surprise. However, she didn't complain about the rough treatment. He held her head back while continuing to thrust into her, his hips crashing against hers as he pushed his cock as deeply inside her as possible, and she just moaned. She was a lustful woman, his luxurious Dornish queen. That was good. He didn't want a timid creature sharing his bed. He wanted passion and heat, and this fiery temptress from Dorne It seemed he was going to be able to keep up the pace. Knowing he didn't have to hold back was a great relief for Viserys, who took his girlfriend with all the force he wanted and didn't listen to anything but her desire in return. The more deeply his cock pounded inside her, the faster her hips pounded against him, and the harder he pulled her hair, the louder she moaned. He didn't worry about containing his passion or trying to prolong it to last longer. He wanted to screw her harder than any man before, screw her like only a dragon could do it, but more important than that was his desire to give her his seed. The more he screwed her, the sooner he would spend inside her. And the sooner he finished, the sooner he could get hard again and give her another load of semen. He wanted to impregnate her as soon as possible, and that meant filling her with his seed as often as he could. That also meant spending a considerable amount of time fucking this beautiful and fiery woman in the foreseeable future would be a very happy secondary benefit. He was going faster and faster, grunting while screwing his queen so hard that the bed creaked beneath them. Arianne jaded and moaned and urged him to continue, begging him to feed her with his seed and impregnate her. She was an enthusiastic and vocal lover, and that made him crazy and want to give it to her even harder. Viserys made sure his penis was buried as deeply as possible inside his queen before starting to come. He let out a low and satisfied grunt while beginning to inject his seed into her interior. 'That's all,' he whispered. 'Fill me up. Give me your seed. Give me a baby.' He kept his penis pressed against her while sowing, only pulling it out when he was sure there was no more to give. She dropped her head forward when finally he released her hair. Viserys lay back on the pillow and rested his head on the pillow as he recovered. Arianne She joined him, let herself fall onto her back beside him and passed her hand up and down his chest, just as she had done before. For Viserys it was interesting to observe how his darker fingers traversed his pale skin. —I'm eager to give birth to more Targaryens —said Arianne with a smile—. The other great houses of Westeros believed they could kill a Targaryen king and a Martell queen without suffering reprisals, but we'll show them they're wrong. We'll make them pay for it, and our children and the children of our children will ensure that no one ever contradicts us again. —I couldn't have said it better —he said, feeling his blood coursing through his veins at her words. Maybe he didn't have Targaryen blood in his veins, but nobody would have noticed listening to her. —Fire and blood —she said, smiling more widely as she turned around and pressed her face against his for a kiss. Viserys received the kiss with pleasure, opened his mouth for her and wrapped his arms around her neck and shoulders. The kiss quickly turned into something more, with Arianne on top of him, her delicious body pressing against his as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. That beautiful body was twisting and rubbing against him in the most delicious way, and between that and the pleasure he got from caressing her buttocks, he could feel himself getting hard again much sooner than he had expected. It wasn't long before his cock was pushing his stomach with insistence. —Ah, yes? —she said, interrupting the kiss and throwing her head back to smile at him—. Are you ready again so soon, husband? —I can't take all the credit, wife —he said, nibbling on her neck—. Your beautiful body deserves what it deserves. “It also deserves a child,” he said. “A Targaryen child, a dragon that will one day inherit the Iron Throne.” —That's the idea —she said. He brought his hand to the other side of his body and rubbed his shaft, making it tremble and moan. He was about to move her away from him and put her on her back so he could take her again, but she sat up straight before he could do it. —Let me do the work this time—she said, moving her hips against him and rubbing her pussy against his erection. He could have rejected her, pushed her away from him and had sex with her however he wanted. What could she have said or done in response? He wasn't just her lord husband, but also the king, the legitimate ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. If he had chosen to do so, he could have asserted his dominance over her at that moment. But that's not what he did. —Of course—he said—. I'm leaving it up to you, my queen. She moved her hips to position herself, used her hand to hold his cock in place and sank onto him with a moan. His hands flew towards her hips but didn't try to guide her movements at all. Viserys simply reclined and let her ride him at her own pace. And her pace was as fast and hard as his. She launched herself up and down on his cock at high speed, and Viserys allowed himself to relax and enjoy it. He left his hands resting on her perfect ass and watched as her round breasts bounced while she moved over him, fucking herself on his cock. Viserys smiled as he watched her work, happy that everything was finally taking shape. He had been waiting for a long time, waiting for the right moment and avoiding the Usurper's dogs while searching for the way back home. He had finally found it, thanks to Prince Doran Martell and his enchanting, astute and insatiable daughter. He would unleash fire and blood on Robert Baratheon, and when he was done, he would sit on his throne with his Dornish wife, who would give him many strong sons and daughters. The Targaryens had almost been wiped off the board completely, but he and Arianne would ensure that the dragons lived and prospered for another thousand years. years