Champagne Problems// Laena Velaryon

27. Lightning

Better Man / Helaena Targaryen / Peter Parker out now!

4 moons later

"What a shit husband ive been." Taelon remarked with a sigh

"Your father is recovering you are the protector of the realms while he heals. I understand." Laena assured.

"You are too good to me." Taelon remarked. "I will make it up to you."

"You need not make up for anything." Laena assured him. "Your duty to the kingdoms comes first. I understand that."

"My duty to you should come first." Taelon corrected. "Duty is the death of love."

"Love is the death of duty." Laena countered as she reached out for him. "Taelon we are young we have all the time in the world."

"We are still getting you a dragon." Laena beamed back at him. "And if I remember correctly you liked Vhagar."

"The largest dragon in the world... she would be a sight to see if not to claim then just to see her. Hear her." Laena remarked.

"We are getting you Vhagar." Taelon decided.

"Taelon-"

"Father is situated lyonel has him. We leave in a fortnight." Taelon declared

"Really?"

"My father is well taken care of and over the next fortnight I will make sure he is ready to sit the throne again." Taelon agreed "then you and me head off."

"I would like that... now, you and me have some making up to do." Taelon decided and Laena bit her lip nodding. 

"Yes." She agreed. "That would be nice."

"Good." Taelon agreed.  A smile curved his handsome face. He picked her up laying her back on the bed when there was a knock at the door. "Is anyone dying?" Taelon called back. 

"No."

"Then it can and will wait." Taelon demanded as he fussed with her dress. "I'm impatient." He whispered pulling up her dress skirts. He dove at her cunt, burying his face in it, and she could not help the shuddering moan she emitted. She nodded eagerly unable to speak. 

Laena's legs wrapped around his back. The mix of pleasure and need and too sensitive and not enough was a war that explodes through Laena, soothing every muscle, erasing every worry of the past and the unknown future. There is only here, now, this wondrous moment, stars pricking her vision, her body used and worshipped and sated. She never felt like this before she liked being married to Taelon. She loved this part of being married to Taelon, she loved it a lot.

He pulled back as he tugged at her dress.  She sat up lifting her arms as Taelon threw her dress aside. She pulled at his pants eagerly as he kicked them aside kissing her neck.

"Taelon," she begged feeling him tease at her opening. She didnt know sex could feel like this before, she hadnt thought much of it pre Taelon. She had always been one track minded on getting a dragon. But then her vision shifted to her husband, naked and glorious and dragons were the farthest thing from her mind. Taelon striped her bare and touched every inch of her. Set her whole body alight with a fire she didnt know possible.

At her words, she felt him slide into her with slow, deliberate strokes, making certain she felt every inch of him. Moans escaped her, bellowing and unfiltered.

Her hands clung to the bed as he pushed deeper, his mouth sinking into her collarbone, biting, and sucking.

"Tael.'' She moaned dragging out the word, unable to think of any other words, unable to finish his name on her tongue.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked softly. "Is this what being temporary king deprived us of every night?" 

"Yes," she breathed. Her body trapped under him, he continued rocking her back and forth against him, aggressive but slow. His large hands dig into the flesh of her hips as he grinded against her. She was lost in the euphoria of his touch, of the tornado that has touched down. There's no thinking straight, there's no stopping to catch her breath. It's simply one of those moments you hang on for dear life and enjoy the thrill of the ride. Perhaps this was like riding a dragon, the thrill of it. The high.

Taelon reached his hand around, rubbing two fingers against her clit, and it's all too much. The cold, the warmth, the pain of him stretching her, the connection she felt against him. She was unraveling, spinning out of control. Her whole body began to shudder against him as she orgasmed.

"That's it," he groaned. He didn't stop, didn't slow down. Taelon kept pushing into her at the same pace, in the same rhythm as before and something about it made her want to literally collapse. As she started to go limp in his grip, he pulled her hair to the side, placing his lips against her ear.

"Not yet," he said softly. "You don't get to quit yet. I'm making it up to you, remember?" In one motion, he pulled her up towards the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees and she quivered. "I want to taste that orgasm," he said, his mouth connecting with her center.

"Ta-Tael," she gasped, her legs beginning to shake for a second time, "T-Taelon." He doesn't respond, doesn't break contact. He licked her, sucked her into his mouth until she was folded over against him, a second orgasm ripping through her.

When he pulled back, he was grinning up to her, quite satisfied with what he's done. Using almost no effort, he pushed her back onto the bed. As he stood, he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. This man was a god. There's no other word Laena could use. Her body reacted to him in a way she couldnt explain. Her husband. Her husband was a God.

"Come here." Laena begged. "I want you, my husband." Taelon lowered himself down over her, sliding back into her with ease, filling her again. A ragged breath escaped her as she clung to his back. From this position, Laena could see his face, look into his eyes. They're full of something, some kind of emotion she couldn't place. His mouth took hers, lips brushing softly against her. She wondered if his face in this moment of weakness and vulnerability showed how he was really coping with everything with his father. 

Then the quiet outside seeps in too, and the whole world is still for this moment. She was not thinking about anything. Not the time, not the distance, past or future, not dragons. Just now, right here, with him.

 Everything was so slow, his hands cradled her rather than gripping her. Taelon breathed against her mouth, his eyebrows furrowing. His eyes were on hers as he pulled away from the kiss, just staring down at her.

His muscles tightened as his body grew rigid against her. He pinched his eyes closed as Laena watched, begging for his release, for him to feel as good as he made her feel.

She welcomed it, the lightning, and the thunder.