[105] Games of Desire

Chapter 105: Games of Desire

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I guided Arianne through the torch-lit corridors of the Red Keep, her bare feet padding softly on the stone floors. The morning light streamed through the high windows, casting long shadows as servants scurried past with downcast eyes that darted up the moment they thought we weren't looking.

The courtyard murmur faded behind us as stone walls swallowed our footsteps. Arianne hugged my arm, her hips brushed against mine with calculated precision each time the corridor narrowed. Her breath warmed my neck as she leaned close to examine a dragon skull mounted on the wall, fingertips grazing charred bone where Balerion's fire had once raged.

"For a prisoner," she mused, her words a warm pulse against my ear, "you grant me interesting liberties, Your Grace. Showing me around and all.”

Guards snapped to attention as we passed, eyes fixed straight ahead. Their discipline frayed at the edges—one young recruit's gaze lingered too long on the silk clinging to Arianne's hips before I snapped my fingers. He flinched, crimson flooding his cheeks as he jerked his head forward.

Arianne laughed, the sound rich and dark as Dornish wine. "Poor boy. Your servants lack subtlety," Arianne remarked, her voice low enough that only I could hear. "In Dorne, they at least pretend not to stare."

"Somehow I doubt that, given how horny your people are,” I said. “Or maybe it's because they're always horny and have a bit too much sex, they become numb to whorish dresses like yours.”

“Hey~ that's rude.”

“On the other hand, my people are simply curious about the woman who arrived on dragonback," I replied, enjoying the way her silk robe fluttered around her curves as she walked. "It's not every day their king returns with a Dornish princess in her nightclothes."

We passed an artwork depicting Aegon the Conqueror atop Balerion, raining fire upon his enemies. Arianne paused, studying it with an unreadable expression.

"...Is that what you intend for Dorne?" she asked, silver eyes reflecting the torchlight. "Fire and blood?"

I placed my hand at her waist, guiding her forward. "That depends entirely on your father."

Two Kingsguard stood at attention outside my chambers, one a head taller than the other. “Lady Commander,” I greeted Brienne of Tarth. “It’s nice to see you guard my empty chambers.”

“Uh,” she cleared her throat, straightening her back. “Welcome back, Your Grace. And I apologize. I’m new at this, so I didn’t know what to do in your absence.”

“No need to apologize. This is Arianne Martel, our captive. In the future, be sure she doesn't escape,” I said, making the darkskinned princess giggle.

“I’ll be sure to keep an eye,” Brienne nodded.

“Great. Now, I’d like some privacy,” I said and with a slight nod, I dismissed them, watching as they retreated down the corridor.

Their armor clinked softly as they departed, leaving us in momentary silence.

I pushed open the heavy oak door, revealing the royal apartments within. Arianne stepped past me, her eyes widening slightly as she took in her surroundings—the massive bed draped in black and red silks, the dragon motifs carved into every surface, the balcony offering an unrivaled view of King's Landing and the bay beyond.

"Not bad," she admitted, trailing her fingers along a silver dragon statuette. "Though the dragon theme might be a touch excessive."

I closed the door behind us, the heavy latch falling into place with a satisfying thunk. "Says the woman whose homeland is decorated with spears and suns."

"We Dornish are nothing if not consistent." She moved through the space with deliberate confidence, examining paintings and furnishings with an appraiser's eye. The morning light streaming through the balcony doors caught in her dark hair, highlighting strands of copper.

"You'll have your own chambers later," I said, watching her explore. "Perhaps adjacent to these, with a connecting door. Suitable for a princess, if not quite as grand as what you're accustomed to in Sunspear."

Arianne turned to face me, her head tilted slightly. "How thoughtful. And will you lock that connecting door at night?"

"Would it matter if I did?"

A smile played on her lips. "Locks are merely suggestions in Dorne."

Before I could respond, she moved toward me with surprising swiftness. Her hands found my wrists, and with a graceful motion that caught me off guard, she pulled me toward the bed. I allowed it, curious where her boldness would lead.

We tumbled onto the mattress, her beneath me, her silk robe parting to reveal the smooth bronze skin of her chest and the dark peak of one nipple. Her silver eyes shone with challenge as she bit her lower lip, arching slightly beneath me.

"What exactly do you think you're doing, Princess?" I asked, supporting my weight on my forearms as I looked down at her.

"Exploring my accommodations," she replied innocently, though her fingers had begun tracing patterns on my chest. "The bed seems comfortable enough. I wouldn't want to complain to my... captor."

Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips as her other hand slid up my arm to my shoulder. It was amusing, so I didn’t stop her. "So tell me, Your Grace. Do you always kidnap women from their homes, or am I special?"

I chuckled, feeling her body shift beneath mine. "Only the ones who write me secret letters betraying their King Fathers."

"Mmm, and here I thought it was my winning personality."

Her legs parted slightly, allowing me to settle more comfortably between them. The thin silk of her robe did little to hide the heat of her body.

"Maybe I just wanted to see how your father would react," I said, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

She pouted, a deliberate, practiced gesture. "Your words keep hurting me. Here I was hoping you wanted me all for yourself... daddy."

The word, delivered with her exotic Dornish accent and accompanied by a deliberate roll of her hips, sent an unexpected jolt through me.

I raised an eyebrow, surprised by her boldness. She'd called me the same the first time I fucked her, but this time it was sweeter to the ears.

"Your actual father would have a heart attack if he heard you speak that way," I said, watching her expression carefully.

"Not if I please you properly, daddy," she purred, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. Her fingers slid into my hair, pulling me closer until our lips were mere inches apart. "Isn't that what good little princesses do?"

I could smell the spice and citrus scent of her skin, feel the warmth of her breath against my lips. "And are you a good little princess, Arianne?"

"Why don't you find out?" she challenged, then closed the distance between us.

Her lips were soft but insistent, tasting of Dornish wine and desert heat. The kiss deepened as her fingers tightened in my hair, her body arching against mine with desire. I could feel the rapid beat of her heart, the heat of her skin through the thin silk.

When we finally broke apart, her silver eyes were dark with desire, but that calculating intelligence remained. It was watching, assessing, planning.

Her passion was genuine, that was for sure, but she also meant it when she said she wanted to please me.

She wanted to please me so that I wouldn't obliterate her nation.

And that, perhaps, made her one of the most delicious of all my conquests.

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Arianne's fingers traced the contours of Viserys's chest, her touch featherlight yet deliberate. Her silver eyes held his gaze with a boldness few in the Seven Kingdoms would dare.

Without breaking eye contact, she twisted her position. She pushed him onto his back and straddled him, her silk robe sliding further open.

"Let me please you," she whispered, her Dornish accent thickening with desire. "Let me show you what a princess from the south can do."

She lowered her head, pressing her lips against his neck, trailing kisses down to his collarbone. Her fingers worked the fastenings of his doublet with practiced ease, revealing more of his pale skin with each movement.

Viserys watched with amusement as she undressed him, her fingers nimble despite their trembling eagerness. When his chest was bare, she moaned. “Mhm… how do you even even more gorgeous now?”

“Training,” he said.

She traced the defined muscles with reverent fingertips before lowering her mouth to his skin.

Her tongue left hot, wet trails across his torso, pausing to circle each nipple before continuing downward.

"Beautiful," she murmured, lowering her head to trace her tongue along the ridges of his abdomen. "My dragon king. You taste like power," she murmured against his abdomen, her teeth grazing lightly over his skin.

Viserys tangled his fingers in her hair, enjoying the silky texture. "Is that what you crave, Princess? Power?"

She looked up at him through her lashes, her smile wicked. "Among other things... daddy."

He chuckled at her boldness, then gripped her waist and flipped her onto her back in one fluid motion. The thin silk of her robe had ridden up to her thighs, revealing more of her curves but still preserving the tantalizing mystery beneath.

He made no move to remove it. The clothes made her look even more beautiful.

"So eager to please," he murmured, his hands exploring the soft flesh of her thighs, her hips, her waist. "Such a desperate little princess."

Arianne arched into his touch, her breath catching as his fingers skimmed over her breasts through the silk. "Only for you," she gasped, her hips lifting involuntarily when his thumb brushed against her clit. "Only for my king."

Viserys lowered his head to capture her mouth again, swallowing her moans as his fingers continued their exploration. He could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric, the dampness already gathering there.

Without warning, he gripped her hips and yanked her toward his face, positioning her legs over his shoulders. Her robe still covered her, and he ducked his head beneath the silk, his breath hot against her inner thighs.

"Oh gods, what are you doing?" Arianne whimpered, her fingers clutching at the bedsheets. "Please, Your Grace—"

His tongue found her center, and her words dissolved into a high, keening moan. Her thighs trembled against his shoulders as he worked his tongue, alternating between gentle laps and firm strokes that made her entire body jerk.

"V-vis," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Oh... oh gods... like that... don't stop..."

Her hips bucked against his face as he intensified his efforts, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her in place. The silk of her robe tented over his head, creating an intimate cocoon of heat and desire.

"I can't... I'm going to..." Arianne's words came in broken fragments as her body tensed. Her back arched off the bed, her moans growing louder, more desperate. "Please... please... oh GODS!"

Her release washed over her in waves, her body convulsing as she cried out. Viserys continued his ministrations, drawing out her pleasure until she collapsed back onto the mattress, chest heaving with each ragged breath.

When he emerged from beneath her robe, her face was flushed, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. But there was still hunger there, a need not yet fully sated.

"Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse.l as she watched him wipe his lips. "Let me taste you now. Let me use my mouth for you... I need it... I need to please you properly."

Viserys stood, his fingers working at the laces of his breeches. "Since you ask so sweetly, Princess."

Arianne's eyes widened as he freed himself, her lips parting in surprise. "I think you're bigger than before... ngh..." she moaned just at the sight, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in anticipation.

He moved to the edge of the bed, gripping her by the neck and positioning her so her head hung over the side. Her dark hair spilled toward the floor as she gazed up at him, her throat exposed and vulnerable.

"Open," he commanded, and she obeyed immediately, her lips parting to receive him.

Viserys pushed forward, watching as her mouth stretched around him. The wet heat of her throat enveloped him as he pressed deeper, feeling her gag reflex flutter against his length. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, but her hands reached up to grip his thighs, urging him deeper.

"Such a good princess you are, Arianne," he growled, beginning to thrust. "Taking your owner’s cock so well. I'm going to own your little nation soon. How does it feel choking on my cock knowing that?”

Her mind throbbed with pleasure, and she was in no position to reply. Ang attempt made mer moan harder, as she felt her pussy twitch. He withdrew, and then he slammed back inside. Arianne’s sense of reality blurred.

Each thrust pushed him deeper into her throat, the tight, wet passage gripping him like a silken vise. Saliva pooled at the corners of her mouth, trickling down her cheeks as he established a relentless rhythm. Her throat bulged with each thrust, her eyes watering more profusely as she struggled to accommodate him.

Yet she never pushed him away. Her hands remained on his thighs, her silver eyes locked on massive cock coming in and out of her mouth even as tears streamed from them. His hand roamed her body, feeling her boobs, pinching her nipples. The wet, obscene sounds of her throat working around him filled the chamber, punctuated by his grunts and her muffled moans.

As his pleasure built, Viserys increased his pace, his fingers tightening in her hair. Arianne's eyes began to roll back, her consciousness narrowing to the single point where they were joined. Her throat convulsed around him, her body trembling with the effort of taking him so deeply.

With a final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his release pulsing down her throat. He held her there, watching as she struggled to swallow, some of his seed escaping to trickle from her nose.

“Gah!” She gasped when he finally withdrew with a wet pop.

Arianne lay gasping for breath, her eyes unfocused and glazed. Her lips were swollen and red, glistening with saliva and traces of his seed. Tears had left tracks down her temples into her hair, and her chest heaved with each desperate breath. The silk robe clung to her sweat-dampened skin, outlining every curve of her body.

She looked utterly debauched, utterly conquered—and utterly beautiful.

After a moment, she found her voice again, though it was raw and raspy from his use. "I… want it from my pussy too, daddy," she begged, her fingers trailing down her body to spread herself for him. "Please... I need you inside me."

“Is that so? Alright,” Viserys said and climbed onto the bed, flipping her onto her stomach with ease.

The curve of her back dipped gracefully to the swell of her rounded buttocks, the silk robe bunched around her waist now. Her skin gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat, giving her bronze complexion a golden glow in the morning light.

Without warning, he gripped her hips and slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. Her eyes snapped wide in shock.

This- how does it feel better than last time?! Her mind whirled as her mouth parted wide.

Arianne screamed, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "Oh GODS! Fuck! Oh my—so big—daddyh, you're so—ah!—so deep!"

Viserys established a brutal pace, his hips slapping against her beautifully shaped ass with each thrust. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard banging against the wall as he drove into her repeatedly.

"Sl-slow down," she gasped, her words barely audible between moans. "I can't—it's too—"

Instead of complying, Viserys tangled his fingers in her hair and yanked her head back, arching her spine at a painful angle. "I won't slow down. Isn't this what you wanted, Princess?" he growled, increasing his pace. "To be fucked by the Dragon King while your father sits helpless in Sunspear? To be fucked like the little slut you are?"

"Yes…!" she cried, tears streaming down her face again. "Gods, yes! Yes—fuck me—ruin me for anyone else! I… make me your slut... your princess slut... AH! RIGHT THERE!"

Her body shuddered beneath him, her inner walls clenching around his length as another orgasm tore through her. Viserys didn't slow, continuing his relentless assault on her senses.

"You... you like this?" she gasped between thrusts, her words fragmented by moans. "You like... fucking that weak... crippled Doran's daughter? Making me... AH!... call you daddy? Making me... ngh... your whore?"

The words, filthy and broken, spurred Viserys on. He gripped her hips harder, leaving bruises on the soft flesh as he pounded into her.

"Yes,” she moaned. “I'm daddy's whore. So tell me... tell me how much... better I am than those two bitch wives of yours," Arianne demanded, her voice rising in pitch as pleasure overwhelmed her. "Tell me... AH!... how much tighter... my Dornish cunt is!"

Viserys felt his release approaching, his rhythm faltering as pleasure coiled tighter in his core. With a final thrust, he pulled out, his seed spilling across her lower back in hot spurts.

Arianne collapsed onto the bed, then rolled over to face him, her chest heaving. Even Viserys was panting now, for he'd fucked her wholely.

Her silver eyes, though glazed with satisfaction, held a challenge as she reached down to spread herself open with her fingers.

"Why did you cum outside, daddy?" she purred, her voice a hoarse whisper. She spread her soaked folds, fingers jerking open her flushed pink. “Put a dragon in my womb. Let me raise your babies on Dornish gold—let them dance before Father’s eyes while I keep moaning for you. Please, daddy?”

The sight of her—disheveled, used, and still begging for more—sent a fresh surge of lust through Viserys.

With a grumble, he positioned himself between her thighs once more and slammed into her, losing himself in the heat of her body as the day outside turned into night.

Hours later, she passed out beneath him, breath ragged, lips and cunt swollen and used.

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