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A Dragon Kissed by Sun Chapter 30 (Morning After)
🕑 Added 2022-10-15 17:09:56 +0000 UTCJon was warm. That was the first thing he noticed as his mind started to wake up. The second thing he noticed was that he was laying on his back, and he had a rather prominent morning erection. The third thing he noticed was that it was wet. Very wet. And somewhere hot. And tight.
As he blinked, one hand came up to rub his face while the other went down under the quilt to investigate and quickly found a soft head of hair over his erection. He quickly lifted the blanket and looked down his naked torso into the smiling dark eyes of his equally very naked, long-thick black-haired bedmate, who smiled around the hard penis she was gently suckling when her eyes met his, and she winked.
"Mmm...Arianne?" he asked groggily.
Arianne slowly dragged her mouth up his shaft until just the crown was left between her full pink lips until it came free of its wonderful prison with a wet 'pop', and she sighed and started to lick and kiss the shaft.
"Morning, My Prince." She purred, "Hope you don't mind, I woke up a short while ago and found this rather impressive sword of yours poking me rather insistently between my legs, so I thought I'd have a little bit of a pre-breakfast breakfast if you know what I mean." She ended her statement by taking his shaft back into her mouth and slowly, gently sucking it as she went down, taking nearly all of it.
"Uhh...oh Gods...I...No...I don't mind...at all...oh man, that feels like heaven..." he replied, smiling as he started to caress her head gently. She smiled up at him again and started to suck a little harder.
She also started to hum while she gently bobbed her head, keeping eye contact with him as much as she could. Each time she drew back enough so that only his tip was in her mouth, she lavished it with her tongue. She was still learning what he liked and what worked best, but she was nothing if not a fast learner, and she was getting lots of practice.
Then she tried something new. She started humming again, but this time, it wasn't a drawn-out purr; it was a melody, something that reminded her of Jaehaerys's voice.
Jon gasped, tensing; his hips moved of their own accord as he thrust upwards a little; Arianne backed off but didn't take him out of her mouth. He looked down, an apology on his lips, but it never left them as he met her eyes, dark with lust and hunger, as she descended, taking his entire length into her mouth, even pushing down the flesh of his pubic mound, giving herself an extra inch to enjoy.
"A—Ari—Arianne!" he choked, not sure how long he could hold on with the exposed head of his dick being squeezed and massaged by the top of her throat. Her eyes started to water as she felt her gag reflex, but she simply ignored it. She closed her eyes and continued to suck, pausing every few moments to take a deep breath through her nose, her lungs filling with his intoxicating musk.
She shivered as another surge of arousal shot through her; she felt her nipples tingle and harden even more than they already were if that were possible. Her erect clitoris, which was protruding from its protective hood and through her labia, throbbed almost painfully, and she moaned, almost whimpered with desire. She wanted him. Badly. And she didn't want just to suck his balls dry; she wanted to mount him. To straddle his waist and impale herself on this delicious piece of meat she was currently devouring as best she could.
So Delicious! She thought she had plenty of experience in terms of having sex, but none of them compared to Jae's cock; she enjoyed every inch of it more than she thought possible. It tasted sweet and salty; it was perfect for her; she wondered if she was enjoying this more than Jae.
For a moment, she wondered if she could go with them in The Tourney in High Garden, Her uncle and her prince were going there to try and have House Tarly swear for Prince Jaehaerys. She knew this journey could take months, and she didn't really want to be stuck here and alone; since Nymeria was going as well, she wouldn't have anyone she enjoyed much. She quickly decided to ask her father later; right now, she wanted to enjoy her meal.
Lifting her head to leisurely suck on his glans, licking his frenulum with long gentle strokes, which she'd learned, he really liked. She paused as she felt his shaft twitch and then swell a little, accompanied by Jon's grunted cry.
"Ari...Arianne! I'm—" his words turned into a choked gasp as she felt his shaft pulse in her hand, and her mouth was filled with the warm, thick, sweet liquid she found herself starting to crave.
She moaned around his shaft as she hungry yet leisurely swallowed every trace, her fatigue leaving her as soon as she felt that warm, life-giving, and in her case, life-saving seed settle in her belly. She then slowly sat up, then raised herself up onto her knees, then shuffled forward until she was straddling his hips. The wet, saliva-coated glans of her lover's penis just scant centimeters from her own dripping slit. It would be so easy. Just lower herself an inch, and he'd be inside her.
She thought of perhaps mounting him right now, having his seed in her womb, while right now would be late to have children; later, perhaps they could.
She shook her head, shaking that fantasy out of her mind, well, as much as she could, and looked down at him, smiling. "Look at me, Jon."
He did, his eyes trailing over her flushed face, neck, and chest. Her breasts heaving as she breathed, her nipples hard points that capped each soft, firm mound. Her lips were swollen and red from sucking him, and between her legs, her other lips, still smooth, were wet. So wet, in fact, that he could clearly see it, clinging to her labia and her clit, a few drops and even fallen out of her and onto his wet cock.
If he had to be honest, she was a vision of Devine beauty, and he would be perfectly ok waking up like this from now on.
"You're...beautiful...Arianne."
"Thank you. So are you, especially your cock." She said, smiling at him, her eyes still shining with carnal lust and desire, but he could also see another emotion he couldn't quite put a name to. He took hold of her hips and rolled with her; she giggled as he did it.
Jon, completely naked, stroked his cock slowly as he observed Arianne lounging on his bed.
Well, not exactly lounging. Her bare tits sloped to the sides slightly from their own weight.
Her pretty, olive skin neck pressed against the edge of the bed, her head upside down. Her dark hair reaching the floor.
Her eyes, dark with lust, twinkled mischievously, and her cute pink tongue slipped out to wet her lips.
Jon immediately stopped stroking his dick. He might accidentally come from just looking at the gorgeous woman.
Walking toward her now. Arianne's eyes followed the bounce of his cock with each step he took until he was standing right in front of her. The princess even crossed her eyes to keep it in focus then. Jon cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing her chin. She parted her mouth instinctually, and her gaze tore away from his cock to look him straight in his eyes. "Tell me what you really want, and I'll pound your throat just the way you like."
She shivered at his words, and when she swallowed, Jon could tell how wet her throat was from the messy sound alone.
"I want you to fuck my Mou-"
Jon slipped his hand up to her neck, squeezing on it lightly and cutting her off. Arianne let out a sharp gasp, and her thigh quivered a bit from the rough action.
"You have a very filthy mouth!"
"Sorry," she said, but not meaning it.
The Prince smirked down at her, "That's okay, now continue you what you were saying."
Arianne blinked and breathed out through her nose before continuing, her voice husky, "It's me. You own me. You own my tits; you own my cunt; you own my asshole, and today I want you to own my throat. Please use me. Use my throat until I can't fucking breathe, Jon."
Jon let out a deep groan at the filth coming from her mouth and began rutting his cock against her pretty face. Her tongue came out instantly to greet his thick shaft, giving it kittenish licks as Jon haphazardly ran his cock all over her face.
"That's a good girl; I'm going to destroy your throat for you. That's what you want, yeah?"
Arianne let out a choked whimper; an unintentionally sexy sound made Jon's cock throb. He let go of her neck and gripped the base of his cock, slapping her lips a few times with the head. Arianne opened her mouth wide, her warm breath tickling his cockhead before he rammed it deep down her sloppy throat.
Jon fit his thick, fat cock all the way to the back with only a little effort. With his pubic bone pressing against Arianne's plump lower lip, blanching it white, Jon couldn't even see her face over his groin. Instead, he took in the erection-inducing site of her throat bulging from stretching around his cock.
Jon hissed in approval, "Fucking hell Arianne, you should see yourself, see how you take my cock so good down your throat. I could come just from looking at you like this."
She moaned loudly against his cock, and Jon knew he needed to start moving before he spilled his seed from her simply vibrating around him.
Jon pulled his cock back, watching her the bulge disappear inch by inch. Her stubborn lips clung tightly to the head of his cock, not allowing it to completely exit her mouth. Jon let out a chuckle, deciding not to force it out. He leaned forward, wrapping his large hands around her petite ankles. He used the position for leverage before he began ramming his cock down her gullet.
The cacophony of sounds emerging from Arianne would make their way into Jon's dreams, so fucking disgusting and sloppy they were. Gushing saliva, grunts of exertion, harsh gags from his cock going so deep, and choking from everything being too much; it was intoxicating.
"Fuck, Arianne, the whole castle can probably hear this slutty throat. You're such a good girl, making pretty music for me." Jon growled as he continued to breed her throat, his balls slapping roughly against her nose. She once told him that she loved the sting from that kinky bitch.
Arianne had iron lungs, and she continued to gargle and spit around his cock; he could feel the mixture of his precum and her saliva soaking and dripping down his groin, inevitably staining her face. What a sight she would make when he finally pulled off her. But first, he would make her come.
Her pussy was soaked through, the sharp scent tickling his nostrils. He slowly entered his thick fingers into her cunt, her juices soaking his fingers almost immediately, causing squelching sounds as he forced his fingers deep.
Jon could tell Arianne was moaning again from the hum against his cock, and he slowed down his thrusts so he could focus on making her scream instead.
Jon curled two fingers inside her, broaching her walls until he found the ridged edge of her clit, stroking it incessantly while pressing his thumb against her clit. It only took seconds before her walls began fluttering against his thick fingers, and very soon after, she was screaming around his cock as her thighs shook violently, forcing Jon to hold her legs down lest she falls over. Jon stopped thrusting his cock in her mouth and let her orgasm settle before sliding his dick out of her abused throat.
Jon let out a choked grunt when he finally looked down at Arianne.
Thick strands of cummy spit ran down Arianne's face, clinging to her left cheek and over her right brow. There were strands around her eyes, less opaque as they mixed with her tears. Even more, strands ran down into her hairline and coated her beautiful hair.
She looked completely debased, and Jon almost came from the sight.
Jon's voice came out low and dark with desire, "You look gorgeous like this Arianne, covered in your filthy spit."
Arianne locked eyes with him, and Jon finally noticed how glazed over they were. "My prince..." she murmured, her voice light, high and unfocused.
Jon's cock twitched from that, and he swallowed deeply to control himself.
Jon rubbed his cock against her face, spreading around his precum and her saliva and making a bigger mess of her beautiful face. Arianne let out a pleased sigh at his actions and held her mouth open, waiting for him to fill it up. He obliged her, slowly pressing until he slated his pelvis against her face once more. He petted her throat as he sawed in and out of it, chasing his release now.
Her throat was gushy and warm, and her muscles pressed tightly against his shaft. It wouldn't take long; Jon's balls were churning, ready to engorge her gut with his seed.
"I'm gonna come, gonna fill your stomach up!" Jon snarled as he started pounding her, excess saliva splattering his groin with each thrust now. "Fuck, fuck, here it—fucking take it!"
Jon roared as his orgasm flooded out of him, his spend splashing against Arianne's throat and settling in her stomach. He pulled out, knowing in this state he might actually drown Arianne with his cum, and let the rest of it splatter across her tits and stomach. Thick opaque stands shining in the low light of the room.
Covered in his spunk, her face dripping with cum and saliva, she was a work of art.
Jon took in a deep breath after the productive orgasm and brought his stained cockhead to Arianne's mouth. She wrapped her lips around it, suckling and swirling her tongue under his foreskin and diligently cleaning him before letting go of it with a pop.
"So amazing," Jon muttered in awe before he quickly took the towel he laid nearby before starting and sat next to Arianne, maneuvering the gorgeous girl, so she leaned her back against his chest. He gently wiped her face and chest.
She purred and almost melted against him, her body lose and limp.
Arianne stretched her head and began nuzzling Jon's neck, leaving the barest of kisses over and over on the same spot.
"Such a good girl Arianne." Jon hugged her close, her nose digging into his neck, and he felt her breathe him in.
"Yours." Arianne agreed, her words warm against his skin. She looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes bright again, twinkling with that mischievousness he loved. "I'm all yours, but this cock is mine, yeah?"
Jon couldn't stop the rumbling laugh that left his chest. "Alright, alright, whatever you want, Arianne," he smiled down at her before kissing her lovingly.
Later
After the early morning passed, the princess left the bedchamber of Jaehaerys; she always liked to think of that name for him. To her, his Targaryen name sounded much better in her mind. A name fit for a King. While Oberyn's daughters were still calling him Jon, the princess of Dorne knew sooner or later he would announce his claim. Once that happened, everyone would acknowledge him as Jaehaerys Targaryen, the True King of Westeros.
The thought made Arianne smirk slightly, her hand rubbing her belly; she knew she needed to drink moon tea; she wasn't ready yet to have kids. The thought of Jae and carrying his children made her smile and hum to herself; he was always kind and caring whenever that was with them or with citizens of Dorne.
He was known around the city of Sunspear as 'The Singer'; the Prince had multiple times walked around the streets, singing songs for whoever wanted to hear them; his voice always gathered a large group of people, and they all would listen to his beautiful voice, they would always give him money whenever he sang despite Jae saying he wasn't doing it for the money, that caused many to give him even more, saying his voice always brightened up their days, several times Arianne and Nym would go along with him, to listen to him and to see how he acted with People.
While Nymeria mostly was looking out for her brother and making sure he wouldn't get hurt, despite Arthur Dayne being nearby every time Jae walked outside.
Arianne, on the other hand, was always mesmerized by the way he acted, how he treated the people, playing with the children; it made her heart beat faster every time she saw him like that; her eyes would glitter, and his pretty face making funny faces for the children, but most importantly he would give the money back to some people that begged in the streets, ensuring her that Jaehaerys would be the best king in centuries.
But Arianne and Nym had also noticed multiple looks from some of the women, and they weren't exactly being discreet about it; almost all of them would openly ask Jae if he wanted a reward for singing like that, some would wear dresses that barely hide their assets, hoping to seduce the singer. Oberyn had commented after coming from the brothels that the city loved Jae and his voice, the woman praising his body, handsome face, and voice, openly saying they would happily carry his children.
Sadly for them, Nymeria was there to protect her brother from such women; each time she would threaten to cut their throats if they dared to touch him, Jae would say she didn't need to be hostile, but Nym would tell him that they weren't good for him?!
Arianne thought Nym was slightly overprotective but understood she was a big sister watching out for her little brother.
Being so deep in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed that she had arrived at the door of her chambers until the guard guarding her called out her name. Opening the door, she decided to fix her hair and take a bath before going to eat with her family and then talking with her father about going with Jaehaerys in the tourney.
While personally, she would rather want to put the entire Castely Rock to the torch and crown Jae right now, she understood the importance of gaining allies and avoiding bloodshed; her father had made sure to bring her to many important meetings, showing her how to talk and act with important lords.
"Whenever you are with important lords, never show emotions, don't show what gets you angry. Otherwise, they will know something they shouldn't,"
Her father's words rang in her ears like bells; the servants were preparing a bath for her; as she used a brush on her lengthy hair, a part of her wondering if Jae would like a new style or if she should keep them like before.
Arianne had been happy that her father seemed to be paying more attention to her since Jae's dragon had hatched; despite being seven years, a part of her still couldn't believe the magnificent beast, almost as large as the castle itself, the last time she saw her. A month after, Jae told them the truth about himself, which didn't come out as a big surprise to Arianne since she had been seven name days when Jae had been brought to Sunspear, and she remembered the servants talking about the baby brought here by Lord Stark. She had figured that he wasn't her uncle's son.
A month after Jae revealed himself, her father had called her to his chambers, saying that from now on, she would accompany him in as many meetings as she could; she had been surprised but delighted to hear that, finally, she would learn more about ruling and how to act. This caused her to have less time for herself, and Daemon Sand had started spending time only with Obara, not that Ari cared much; Nym had become her best friend during the years, sharing their bed every time they could.
Arianne was about to remove her dress and enter the bath when the door of her bedchamber opened; Nym walked inside without saying anything to her in a menacing way; Ari almost backed away from her but stopped herself before she could; she was a Viper just like she was.
"You were with Jon tonight!" She said with a blank voice, but more like a statement, her eyes showing neither anger, happiness, nor displeasure.
"Yes," Arianne confirmed without hesitation; Nym herself knew that Ari had taken a liking to her brother. That didn't bother her as much as she thought that it would. But Nym hoped that Arianne wouldn't try to use Jon for herself, there was nothing wrong with having fun, they were Dornish after all, she knew her brother would need to marry someone eventually, and Arianne could be that woman, instead of someone Nym didn't know. She just hoped that her brother would marry someone that he loved instead of just for alliance and no love there.
Nym's face didn't change, her face unreadable, which annoyed Ari slightly since she liked to believe that she could read people.
"Are you going with him on the Tourney?" Nym questioned after a short pause; since it was a big tourney, House Tyrell had sent an invitation to every kingdom except House Greyjoy; despite not having the best friendship, especially after Oberyn had accidentally crushed William Tyrell's leg, they had invited House Martell as well.
Arianne didn't really need her father's permission to go there now that she thought about it, their house was invited, and she could go with Jae and Uncle Oberyn whenever her father liked it or not.
A nod was all Ari gave her; despite being good friends, she could feel the tension in the air, a bit too thick for her liking.
"I heard that is the name day of the golden flower of House Tyrell. They say she's quite a beauty," Nym commented with a grimace; Arianne paused for a second before understanding what she meant.
"You think Jae will be seduced by the flower and decide to simply give himself to them for their army," Arianne said with mockery in her voice.
House Tyrell might have the bigger numbers, but they didn't know how to fight; all of them were green boys who knew nothing of getting their swords wet with blood.
The Spears of Dorne were much stronger and more well-organized than the flowers.
"Jae is no fool; he won't need the flowers' help in future wars. House Tarly will jump in the opportunity to support Jaehaerys without alliance; Randyll Tarly was well known as a big supporter of Rhaegar Targaryen." Arianne said, not to mention, uncle Oberyn had quite often brought Jae to brothels to get used to seduction and their beauty.
Me marrying Jae wouldn't be a bad thing, Ari thought with a little smile; he was kind, handsome, and strong. He was a prince, and she was a princess; that wouldn't be a bad match, but Arianne knew if it came down to it, she would never get in his way to secure an alliance to have an extra kingdom on their side, she understood the importance of an alliance, despite feeling a pang in her heart, the thought of Jae being with another woman didn't sit well with her, and she wasn't sure why?
"Very well, prepare yourself; Uncle Doran wants to talk with you later about the upcoming tourney,"
