It's Time To Go // Criston Cole // Harwin Strong

79. Tiny Pecker

Alicent and Aislynn walked in on Aegon pleasuring himself over the balcony, he grunted and groaned happily standing on the ledge ready to come over the streets below when his mother came in.

"Gods you dont want anyone seeing your tiny pecker." Aislynn declared and Aegon stumbled back wrapping himself up in his sheets nervously. Aegon grunted as he fell.

''Whose idea was it?'' Alicent demanded. ''The pig. Was it your plot?' Alicent demanded not caring for her sons embarrassment.

''No... it was Jace and... uh... it-it was the two of them. I couldn't be sure.'' Aegon offered still anxiously covering himself.

"Yeah, I knew it. Had faith in you Aegon." Aislynn agreed. "Lets go beat there black haired heads to the ground." she teased. Aegon smirked back at her.

''Aemond is your brother.''

''Well, he's a twat.'' Aegon countered

''We are family. You may cuff him about as you wish at home, but in the world... we must defend our own.'' Alicent hissed.

''It was funny.'' Aegon admitted with a laugh, Aislynn whacked him over the back of the head. "Ow,"

"Stop being a cunt." Aislynn instructed and Aegon grumbled. 

''Do you think Rhaenyra's sons will be your playthings forever? As things stand... Rhaenyra will ascend the throne and Jacaerys Targaryen will be her heir.'' Alicent reminded him.

''So?'' Aegon questioned but Alicent grabbed his face holding tight to his ears, he cringed back in pain but she didn't yield. ''Ugh!''

''You are nearly a man-grown. How is it that you can be so shortsighted? If Rhaenyra comes into power... your very life could be forfeit. Aemond's as well. She could move to cut off any challenge to her succession.'' Alicent hissed her grip tight on him.

''Then I won't challenge...'' Aegon began.

''You are the challenge!'' Aislynn corrected. 

 ''You are the challenge, Aegon! Simply by living and breathing! You are the King's firstborn son... and what they know, what everyone in the realm knows in their blood and in their bones... is that one day, you will be our King.'' She released his face as she stood up and calmly turned to the door, Aegon stared back at his mother nervously. ''Get dressed.''

"Get now that that is settled I was about to be in the middle of something great." Aislynn declared running off. 

"No more interruptions." Criston said hopefully when she found him. Two strong arms banded around her and lifted her off her feet.

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''We are fortunate in our cook, Your Excellence. There's a plum-cake yet to be served, which will have us fighting over the crumbs." Laena remarked kindly.

''Then before we come to blows...'' Reggio tapped on table ''... a toast to Aegon the Conqueror, your exalted forebear, who joined our cause against Volantis in the Century of Blood. On the great dragon Balerion, he flew to our aid in Lys and burned a fleet of enemy ships, thus turning the tide...

''Aegon the Conqueror.'' Daemon said bored out of his mind. 

''To Aegon.'' They echoed

''This brings me to some business. A proposal I wish to make in the spirit of honoring our storied alliance.'' Reggio remarked.

''If your aim is to marry one of our daughters, Your Excellence, you might have said so and spared us the history lesson.'' Laena offered her daughters were not happy about that.

''What?'' Rhaena questioned nervously. Prince Reggio chuckled however

''I would not count myself so deserving, my Lady Laena.'' Reggio assured. ''I wish to offer you a permanent residence here in Pentos. This manse I would gift to you, outright, along with its farms and lands, the vineyard and the wood. The tenants would pay their tributes annually to their new Targaryen lord. You would have your freedom of the city and the harbor, as befits your royal station.''

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Then Criston dropped to his knees. Her heart lurched inside of her heaving chest. She knew. Knew what he was going to do, and it drew a sharp gasp from her. His strong hands spread apart her thighs, giving rise to goosebumps that swept across her flesh. She could see his eyes gazing intently at her throbbing, aching, needy cunt. Those eyes of his burned into her flesh, leaving searing marks.

She felt his lips on her skin as they traversed up her inner thighs. Oh, how they moved up, up, up. Her legs began trembling, involuntarily reacting to his skillful mouth.

The moment his tongue reached her weeping cunt, his hands darted out and grabbed hold of her ass, pulling her tight to his face. Her hips lunged forward, needing to be impossibly close to his searching tongue. He licked her up and down before stuffing his tongue inside her clasping cunt. Retreating and returning to lapping her swollen petals. Her moans grew louder and her hips became more lively, grinding into the wickedly arousing tonguing.

His lusty voice rumbled to her, commanding her to insert two of her own fingers inside of her pussy. She obeyed as her body bowed and her face grimaced. Twisting them deeper inside, she whimpered. When his tongue touched her pulsing clit, the burning inside of her radiated upward and outward. Shudders rocked her stiffened body. She exploded. Pearly white cream poured onto her impaled fingers. He then slammed his own fingers into her. He wanted to feel and then taste her lust. She shook. She could see and hear him sucking his drenched fingers one by one. Feasting on her offering.

Her body slumped. She felt exhausted from the intensity of her climax. Her cunt still oozed the evidence of her orgasm.

But he was not finished. He wanted to pound his cock into her twitching cunt. To fuck her into another cum. Her legs wrapped around him, the heels of her feet kicking at his ass and pulling him to her, his cock plowing into her cunt. A guttural moan ripped from her mouth. His dick stretching her walls until they molded to his girth. 

Her body shook violently each time he slammed forward. Slow thrusts. Deep thrusts. Shallow thrusts. Changing the rhythm until her mind was almost shattered from the glorious torment of his body on hers. He kissed her. She melted as he rammed deep. She cried out. 

Kiss.

 Slam. 

Cries of pleasure. 

He wanted more and he wanted it now before someone came in again. He carried on with his relentless penetrations. Her inside muscles milked his cock, squeezing it with harsh embrace. She was thrashing about and sure she was nearing a climax. Noisily groaning and yelping with each brutal plunge of his dick. The juices of her orgasm flowed while her frame convulsed in spasmodic movements of pure ecstasy.