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Ever since Baelor returned from the accident in Ashford, he was a little different.
Nothing with his mind, but more with his body. At first he had some issues with seeing things- more like processing them, with following the Maesters’ fingers as they tested his injuries. He’d see and hear things that weren’t truly there, but after a week, he was well and fine again.
Mobility was still a bit hard, he always felt sore as if moving his limbs and he always needed assistance with basic things, like bathing, clothing himself and sometimes walking (though he was mastering it now).
Baelor felt lucky, because all the people he loved were worried about him and by his side. He was sure that Lord Ashford couldn’t imagine that his daughter’s nameday would have the whole royal family in the castle.
As Valarr took his duties as hand, he rested and recovered at Summerhall. It was the closest to Ashford, and Maesters deemed it fitting as he could not do long journeys yet, so King’s Landing or Dragonstone were off limits.
There were two people who never left his side.
First: his wife. You were always fussing about him, making sure he was wellfed, that he felt worthy and always assuring him that everything will be okay. He felt invincible when you soothed him with encouraging words, telling him how much you love him, how you'll get out of this together, how you’ll help him no matter what.
You slept by his side, careful not to bother his weary body, you woke up earlier than him and he broke his fast with your help. Even if he insisted on doing it on his own, most of the time you did it yourself.
The second: was Maekar. He left his kids at King’s Landing, leaving in Aerys’ care and so he could watch over Daeron and his three youngest. It was rare for Maekar to welcome anyone at Summerhall willingly for long periods of time: it was his home, and he didn’t like to bring outsiders (perhaps only his brothers and parents, yet not for more than a moon…). Yet now, being with the burden of consequences… He delivered the blow that almost killed his own brother and he couldn't imagine a world without Baelor in it.
Even if Baelor had forgiven Maekar, he didn’t forgive himself. He tried to make up for it, to help him in any way, to be there, to help him shave, to help him bathe, he was almost as worried as Baelor’s wife.
And you had not forgiven him. When the three of you had supper, if looks could kill, you could have easily murdered Maekar long ago and Baelor wasn’t blind of how you scoffed or seem more irritated whenever his youngest brother was nearby.
“You shouldn’t be cross at him” He said once, as you fed him late at night.
“Hmm” you grunted, not really agreeing with him.
“I have forgiven him. He did not mean it,” Baelor added, gently coaxing you into the idea. “We used to train together, and even younger than I, he always has been strong. It is not the first time I received a wound from him…”
“And did he also give you a brain injury when you both trained in the Age of Heroes?” Your tone was sharp, and perhaps too abrasive.
“We did not live in the Age of Heroes”
“My point is the same. Is this not the first time he smashes your head to the point of injury?”
“Maekar is my brother. I love him dearly, always have. He is my favourite brother.” Baelor said, stopping those thoughts in your mind. “And he is your brother too.”
“My good-brother,” you say, almost bitterly.
“Nonetheless,” he said simply, “you are to forgive him.”
“I’ll see to that,” you fed him another spoonful of soup.
“I have never understood this rivalry between you two.” he sighed, looking at you. “Was it because of his comment?”
You look at him, not understanding where he was going with that.
“About you being too young for me.”
The roll of your eyes was enough for him to understand that since then you had not liked him. When announcing your betrothal, he remembered that Maekar, in his perennially sarcastic manner, had said something along the lines of “would be a better wife to your son, not to an old man.” Baelor didn't take offense, being used to his brother’s antics and whines.
You did. Baelor had seen how you pursed your lips, trying to keep the composure, yet you tensed. Since then, you weren’t exactly his number one fan, always answering half-hearted answers about his brother. If Maekar was coming with the kids, you’d say “how nice”, if he had sent letters “how considerate of him”, and when the Anvil was invited along to Ashford, you simply said “if you think is wise”
Maekar was pretty much indifferent as well, never going out of his way to please you or apologise. He thought of your actions as a tantrum over not being fussed over.
And Baelor didn’t understand why two of his favourite people loathed each other.
With his injury, everything changed, Baelor knew that much.
You were a dutiful wife. You waited for him, you took care of him. “She’s much younger, she will have to take care of you when you are old,” his father had said, and Baelor had rolled his eyes, speaking on how long it would be from now.
Not very long, it seemed. It made him feel guilty, having a young woman by his side, who should be at feasts, enjoying the finest luxuries that a future Queen should. Queens had duties, but princesses… not so many. And Baelor wanted you to enjoy many things that his mother never could, on account of his grandsire and his love for debauchery. Baelor wanted it to be different for you, as he had with Jena, and as his brothers did with their wives.
“You have many scars” you told him, helping him button his linen shirt. Fine-motor skills were still a bit stiff for him. Even if he practised, he was always too tired when night came.
“From many battles,” he had answered. “Haven’t you heard about…”
“The Hammer and The Anvi?” You finish for him. “I have”
“Well, there is a song about us for a reason.”
You rolled your eyes, amused, looking at his exposed chest, the buttoning up stopping for a second to look at him. “I always thought that it was hot. I like that nickname of yours.”
Baelor was just a man. And as every man, no matter where or when, he loved a compliment from the woman he desired and loved.
“Which one? The Hammer or Breakspear?”
“Both.”
When you kissed him, he moved you closer to his lap. It was a great effort from him to have you atop of him, where his hips burned just because he was alive, and his lower back muscles feel like he had taken a million blows there. Yet Baelor wanted you, always making an effort to make love to you, to show you how dear you are to him; more now than ever, taking care of him.
He kissed, nibbled and caressed your body. Baelor felt like he should compensate you for everything, for being with him, even if he is a broken man.
“You think we can?” You ask as he places a kiss on your neck. He pulled down the chemise, slightly to keep going. “The maesters will be upset.”
“Let them. I am alive to enjoy life, not to be a rock.”
“Can I ride you then?” you said to him. “I miss riding you”
It was an excuse not to have him move too much, but Baelor knew you loved riding him. He enjoyed it too, especially after a long day of meetings and council. Perhaps with time he’d be able to gain energy and fuck you from behind. He surely could do it, he had little to do these days.
No matter how many kisses he gave your chest, your face, how you touched him, undo his breeches, lick and kiss his cock, stroke it, speak dirty to him…
Nothing.
He was limp, his cock making no effort to get up, soft and a bit dry in your hands. Baelor wasn’t small either when he was soft, just not to the full capacity.
You had never seen your husband so embarrassed and disappointed, because no matter how much you tried, nothing worked. And it wasn’t like he didn’t desire you, but your touch meant nothing
“It is alright,” your tone was comforting, as you didn’t mind. “You’re still coming back to yourself.”
“I know that. I still disappoint.”
“You could never,” you assure him, sitting by his side on the bed now, and holding his hand “I am blessed to have you”
It felt like a pity party.
“I could not do the very thing that makes a man… a man. Even the lowest criminal, or the mightiest lord.”
“I do not care. I have no need for that, it is better this way. If you take care of your health.”
Maekar remembered when Baelor was still mostly unconscious. Living by the milk of the poppy and other things Maesters gave him to be practically laying all day without having to feel.
You would be glued to his side, working on embroidery or reading, no matter the time, you wouldn’t leave him.
Maekar had been embarrassed to look you in the eye, but you never left Baelor’s side and he needed to apologise. He knew that much, to ask – beg to him and you to forgive him.
He had dared to stay at the end of the bed, watching your hand in Baelor’s, looking like the image of a widow.
“I…” he started, “I came to apologise. To him, and to you.”
You did not answer him, looking at him with pure hatred. He knew he deserved it… his son had demanded a trial of Seven, as it was his right… but why did Baelor have to take the bloody Hedge Knight’s side? Why did Maekar have to hit his beloved brother with a mace?
“Maesters say that he will wake.”
“I shouldn’t have let him go to that tourney,” you say bitterly, looking at your husband.
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“I need none of your absolution, goodbrother,” your tone was poisonous, not even faking how much you recoiled against him. “Begone with you. My husband might forgive you, if he wakes up.”
And so he did. His benevolent brother, not holding a drop of resentment against him. It was as if all of those feelings were within you, looking at him as if you wanted to stab him. You were there when Baelor had forgiven him, thanked him for allowing them a stay at Summerhall. For every coldness you gave him, Baelor melted it right away.
They were on the bed, Maekar had been reading to him some letters from King’s Landing, from their father and the council. It had not been a fun afternoon, but he made sure to read them all outloud.
“Can I ask you something?”
Baelor’s voice made Maekar look up from the letters he had been reading to figure which one to read next. He had been busy bathing Baelor before laying him in bed, not minding working as if he was his valet, dressing his brother up in his linen chemise, as Maekar simply laid with his robe.
“Yes,” he said, his tone gruff.
“Did you ever have problems with Dyanna?”
Maekar raised one eyebrow, turning his face to look at his brother. “We did sometimes fight over this and that.” His tone is nonchalant, as it was natural of a marriage to fight from time to time. “Is your wife giving you problems?”
“More like the contrary, I am the one with all the problems”
“I doubt so. She’s always complaining non-stop… That you’re too fragile for that, that I am doing a poor job, that-”
“I fail to understand why you two hate each other,” Baelor cut Maekar as he starts whining about his complaints.
“We do not.”
“You do. And I do not understand why. My two favourite people cannot get along.”
“It is not that,” Maekar groaned. “She is… She simply is…”
“Please, do not call her something improper for my wife.”
“I was not planning to do so!” Maekar said, his face red in embarrassment. “She is simply… insufferable, thinking herself above everyone else, and she makes these comments, full of envy and pettiness.”
Baelor seemed half amused, seeing his brother so passionately ranting about his wife. He should do the honorable thing, take a side between this rivalry, but he could not choose between his two favourite people. He simply would ask for you two to not pursue any damage to the other, and shut down any hurtful comments.
“She is my wife,” Baelor started diplomatically. “She deserves your respect.” To that, Maekar rolled his eyes and grumbled. “She has done nothing but be at my side-”
“As have I,” Maekar interrupted, looking at him with his frows burrowed. “What is the problem you had, you said?”
“I might need a favour.”
Coming back from the sept, your lady-in-waiting had informed you quickly. Two of them were kind enough to come to Summerhall willingly to be by your side — and Gods knew you needed them.
“Prince Maekar is again at your solar, my lady,” one of them said, as she came closer to you.
Great. The last thing you needed: to face him today.
“Poor you, my lady. You are so strong”
Their words were comforting and gave you more security in this strange place. You were far from home, in the castle of a man that not only you disliked, but had almost killed your husband.
You decided enough was enough. It was your husband, you had to take care of him, not Maekar, it was his fault. You wished Baelor would recover quick enough to go to Dragonstone and be alone.
Yet you couldn’t hate Maekar. No… it wasn’t hate. It was more like… aversion.
“Darling.”
Baelor calls for you, sitting up in bed with Maekar by his side, both under the coverlet of the bed as if they had not a care in the world. You made a face looking at both, your husband in his usual clothes these days, a linen tunic for sleep, and Maekar… with an open robe with his chest at full sight. You bit your lip, swallowing the sigh of annoyance. Maekar was practically warming up your husband's bed while you were gone.
“Hello,” you muttered, moving to take off the headpiece of your head with harsh movements. It takes you no effort to undo the braid your handmaiden did in the morning.
You wait for your good brother to go away, to say his goodbyes and get out of your side of the bed. Yet he doesn’t. It was not late, the sun was still in the sky. Still, Maekar had his own life to attend to.
“You can go now,” you say, coming to the bed, not daring to take off your dress as he was here.
“He’ll stay.”
Baelor had never received a look so stern as yours but he wasn’t one to back down.
“What?”
“Darling, can…, can you come closer?”
Maekar didn’t quite meet your eyes as you squinted at him, but Baelor did. He had infinite patience, that’s true, but you had your convictions.
“What is this?”
“Just… Let me talk to you about it”
As you sit on the edge of his side, looking at him as he tries to pull you closer.
“Brother, you shouldn’t…”
“Allow me,” Baelor said, and Maekar backed off without a complaint.
You gave in, because you did not wish for Baelor to overexert himself trying to pull you in his lap. You had no idea what he planned, perhaps he finally will set peace between both of you.
He set you on his lap, and you made a face at how undecorous that is to do with his brother present, sitting right next to him (and worst of all, he was still in your side of the bed).
“Don’t frown at me,” Baelor said, his tone is always soft yet could easily be condescending when you got bratty. “I have missed your face all day.”
You look at his mismatched eyes, as he presses a kiss to your temple. Unsure of what his game was, you turn to look at Maekar, as if trying to seek any response in him. He turns his head away, his face becoming red as a tomato as Baelor moves his hands to unlace your dress.
“Husband-”
“Allow me,” Baelor said, looking at you “to explain.”
Your eyes don’t leave Maekar's face, suspicion evident to this whole setup. There was something strange about it all, something Baelor was yet to tell you.
“Since we have come back from Ashford, you know I am at half my capacity.”
Maekar didn’t look at you, you hope he’s ashamed of it. Perhaps that’s why the redness of his face.
“Yeah” you murmured bitterly.
“And you’ve been such a caring wife, as always… I am very grateful for it. I am rather ashamed that there is so little I can do for you now.”
You want to reassure him that it was fine, that you do not mind his impediments, yet he raised a hand to signal that he wants to keep talking.
“Like, the other day. It is shameful for a man… more so a man of my age, to not seem fazed by his wife’s beauty, body and nature.” Baelor’s tone was a bit sheepish, as he looked at you, “even though I feel it more for you than for myself. It is you who I leave unsatisfied, and you already do so much, I feel like I give you nothing in return.”
“That’s nonsense” you say quietly “You being alive is everything you could have given to me.”
“That is very sweet,” he said, his hands still keeping you in place.
Okay… Why is Maekar needed here, then? you think, not really wanting him to speak about such matters in front of his youngest brother.
“I know that you and Maekar have your differences,” Baelor started then, looking over at Maekar who did not face him from shame… and some grumpiness too. “But, my brother was generous enough to do me a favour.”
“How generous,” you muttered.
“Stop it.” He said to you. “Listen to me”
You grumble, just as Maekar had when Baelor proposed his idea. He couldn’t understand how two people so alike could despise the other that much.
“Maekar is mine blood. He is a part of myself, and I of him.” He explained gently. “I want nothing but to give you back what you have given me. I know it makes you frustrated to not have a husband who can fuck you properly anymore”
You frown, feeling your cheeks redden. It may be true, but still, you didn’t want either of them to know that.
“Because I know you,” he said quietly, his hands absent mindedly caressing your thigh. “And Maekar owes me. I do not trust anyone but him for this task.”
Then you realise what your husband really proposes; at first you thought of something of the sort, but surely you were imagining things… right? There was no way that your own husband was trying to get you to agree to allow his own brother to fuck you.
“What? But… But he’s your brother.”
“He is.”
“And you are my husband. Not him.”
“I know that” Baelor said “But it is what I want. For you to keep enjoying it. You have told me yourself, it is your favourite married activity.”
“Yes, but…” your face was hot, and Maekar was red in the face, still as a statue as he pretended not to hear a thing. It was a surprise for him to be quiet and not cursing. “married activity. Between you and I.”
“Indulge me, then” He said, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek. “Yeah? Just… Think about it, pass your dislike of Maekar and really think about it. Hm?” He asked, his hands moving to wrap his arms in your back. “Wouldn’t it be nice? I would be right here, making sure you feel good. And you’ll feel so good, my love.”
“And you would… enjoy it? Seeing me with Maekar…”
“I would very much do so.”
As Baelor peppers your face with coaxing, sweet kisses, your eyes lock with Maekar’s.
There was a harshness in Maekar that Baelor lacked. Not to take his kindness as a weakness, but he tended to be softer, more lenient. The younger brother was more stern, more temperamental in his emotions.
“And your brother has agreed?”
Baelor hums, and after a long silence from his part, Maekar speaks.
“I have”
Your nose scrunched in uncertainty. You were not sure, yes, you miss having your husband in your bed, as you would demand him almost every night, giggling in his ear as you sat on his lap, asking him to fuck you once again. He always said that you were a woman obsessed, one that loves to be bedded, more than any woman in a bed house.
It all seemed distant now.
You felt like a septa now, more pious in your lack of emotions in your marriage. Baelor could hardly do what he did, most of his time was dedicated to help him go back as before, to help him walk, sit up, even eat on his own. During the first weeks he couldn’t even read more than three lines in a scroll without his head hurting.
And yet Maekar… He was the bane of your existence. Aerion had been bruised, his pale cheek cut open. Daeron lost half his ear. Ser Duncan had a grotesque swollen eye, your husband with a blow on the back of his head, even the new apple knight had wounds to be tended and yet… The Anvil had barely had any scratch. What were they? A small redness around his cheekbone? A bruise on the stomach where Baelor had unhorsed him with his lance?
“I am feeling better” Baelor said quietly “Perhaps I could prepare you for him. If my fingers don’t fail me”
He undid your dress with a rather practised slowness. No, he was still recovering, you thought, he was still gaining finer motor skills.
You had your reservations, surely. Being in your chemise in front of a man that was not your husband… but surely you could indulge Baelor in this. It won’t kill you.
Besides, Maekar might be many things, but he didn’t seem like a horrible lover. He had six children, and you had heard how his lady loved him. Surely, he knew how to please a woman into having six children willingly.
“You’re so pretty” Baelor said, kissing your skin gently. “Isn’t she, brother?”
You cringed inwardly, not wanting to hear it. Gods give you patience.
“Hmm.” Maekar hummed, only to amuse Baelor.
You squint your eyes, trying to think how you will endure to bed him. Baelor was more enthusiastic than both of you, once your gown was off, and only your chemise remained, his hands moved all over your body.
“Look at me” he said quietly, looking up at you. “I love you fiercely.” His tone is honest, absolutely smitten over you. You softened slightly, as you nodded.
“I love you as well. Fiercely.”
It was strange to kiss passionately in front of someone else, but Baelor made it easy to forget. As if you could merge into him without a worry in the world. As his hands moved to caress your thighs, you started to feel aroused, feeling the needy pout forming in your lips.
As usual, he peppers your cheek with kisses, tailing over to your neck as his hands move under your chemise. He was still warm, and so gentle as always, which only helped to spur you on.
To be pretty honest, you were horny with so little. These few weeks you had felt the ache between your legs, which lasted so little because of how busy you had been. And now, with your husband kissing you, touching you and lavishing with affection, you were whimpering quietly against his chest.
“Hmmm,” Baelor hums quietly. “So wet.”
It was true, you were shivering and dripping like a maiden. His palm ground against your center, teasing you slightly as his fingers were probing against your folds, his touch just the way you liked it.
“Let’s show Maekar, hm? Come on, let him see” Baelor said, maneuvering you so Maekar could see all of it. Pulling your dress up with his other hand, his fingers didn’t stop their maddening ministrations on your cunny.
You felt a bit sheepish as Baelor exposed you, feeling vulnerable. You hid in Baelor’s neck, a bit shy, not wanting to see your good brother seeing your cunt…
Fuck, you were so wet. Even more so knowing that Maekar was watching your husband touching your cunt and pleasuring you… preparing you for him.
As you peek to see Maekar, you can see his red face watching you. If you hoped to see an erection, the blankets and furs from the bed block the view. Still, you knew when a man was aroused.
“Isn’t she pretty?”
“Yeah… she is.”
“Why don’t you sit on Maekar’s lap, love?” Baelor said, coaxing you to do it as he moved his hand to the back of your back to push you gently.
You huff slightly, yet moving to comply with your husband’s wish, settling in Maekar’s lap. You felt the warmth in him, as the bed cracked from settling into his thighs. You have never shared honest kind words, it was always either too fake or as an insult. Maekar knew you found him dour, and he found you dull.
“Careful-” he muttered as you accidentally pressed your knee too hard on his thigh.
“I am settling,” you grunt, the air still hostile.
“Do calm down, no one is dying” Baelor said, as he leaned back in his pillows.
Sometimes you and Maekar could agree. About Baelor, mostly. You two cared for him, you two wanted only but the best for him, and it was a small concession that was shared… yet Maekar broke it, he smashed Baelor’s head, and you can’t look past it
The gaze between you has always been hostile, and it is… yet now it is changed. You’re sitting atop of his erection, and he is going to fuck you. And you want him to.
His hands were foreign on your body, they are big yet not quite as soft or warm as your husband’s. Baelor had less callouses in his hands now, and definitely has grown softer from his recovery. The Anvil was still as ruthless, it seems, as his hands were little rougher, and you had seen him training since you’ve met him… whereas Valarr and Matarys were mostly trained by a master-at-arms, Maekar was more hands on when teaching Daeron, Aerion, Aemon and Aegon how to fight. He would deem them to be passable knights only when they could defeat him at least once.
He was so different, and yet, you could see Baelor in him. He was his brother, and they had the very same parents and blood, which shouldn’t surprise you to find them similar, but Baelor was more like their mother and Maekar resembled their mother.
“Do not be shy, love,” Baelor coaxed you as you remained still, looking at Maekar as if you’d like to choke him. “You give very pleasant kisses.”
Oh, fuck off. You think, as it was cute once, but now it is getting annoying. Your nose scrunches, as you comply… for whatever reason.
You are pleasantly surprised when kissing Maekar. It started stiff, to be sure, but as you decide to only enjoy the feeling, it came naturally to have such a sloppy kiss with him. His tongue is all over yours, his lips move on its own in a messy way as you grip his hair to keep him however you like.
You loathed him, but you couldn’t deny that feeling his hard cock against your cunt while kissing was amazing. Much more after moons without any action, since you had no mind for that. And you thought that it could be the same for him, in a way, after widowing and having to care for six kids.
“How should I take her?” Maekar asked Baelor, separating from your lips. And while tried to move his head, your hand was still gripping the hair on the back of his head, and you did not allow him to move.
“I am right here,” You said through gritted teeth. “You think you can decide about me without consulting?”
“It is not-”
“You two agreed to allow my goodbrother to fuck me. I was not present” You repeat to Maekar. It came so easily to be mean to him. “You ruined my life and now you ask my husband how I want to be fucked? Fuck off.”
Maekar, for a moment, thinks that you will push him away and leave him with a pathetic erection in his brother’s bed… Baelor thinks the same. You don’t, simply staring at him angrily, with hatred in your gaze.
You were telling him to fuck off, yet the words simply made his cock heavier and hurt even more.
“Fuck off,” you repeat, as if telling yourself that. The grip on his hair was gone when you move your hand away, but he doesn’t dare to look away from you.
Feeling your hand on his cock, Maekar has to bite back a groan. He was no maiden, yet you make him feel like one, taking him by surprise as you decide to take matters in your hands, guiding his cock to your entrance.
Maekar’s hands held your waist as he helped you sink onto his cock, the sensation making him groan from the overwhelming pleasure, more so when you moaned just the same, gripping his shoulders tightly.
“Fuck me,” he grunted, leaning back in the pillows as you rode him however you pleased. He feels somewhat like a toy, being used for your pleasure. And he did not care one bit.
“Shut up”
The stretch was delicious, feeling Maekar’s fat cock inside made your head spin and your eyes shut close. Settling on his cock, getting used to his size made your toes curl and forget, only for a second, that your husband was watching you both.
You hated him, you had dreamed of him having an illness, of him disappearing and never coming back… And as he thrusts up inside your cunt, you moan loudly, eyes glassy as you could feel his balls as you sank all the way down.
“You brute,” you said, trying to keep composure while bouncing on his dick. His eyes do not leave your face, watching your every expression as his hands resin firmly between your waist and hips, not deciding where to be. “I hate you.”
“I hate you too” he said, equally spiteful as he fucks you. The scowl on his face, his purple eyes intense and following your face, and how he had your breasts swaying with every thrusts, centimeters from his face.
There wasn’t any gentleness in the way you bounce on his cock or how he takes you however he wants. And Maekar was sure that you also preferred it that way.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck” You muttered, followed by whimpers and moans. What a mouth, he thinks. “Harder, fuck me harder.”
Maekar complied, moving you up and down on his cock however he wanted, hard and fast. He could feel his balls sticky from all the gush, he could hear as he hilts his cock inside, the wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies together.
You watched his face, he was enjoying this as much as you were. He was pretty vocal, grunting, groaning and moaning, and of course, you could hear the insults coming from his mouth. His eyes were haunting, so bright against the light that it made you nervous, almost as light as his hair and beard.
You faintly remember how Baelor’s beard felt against your cunt. Still, Maekar’s hair seems more silky, softer to touch. Would his beard feel softer against your cunny? His nose would feel delicious, you know it, as he had a much more prominent nose than the Hammer. No, your husband has a beautiful nose, but the Anvil had a bigger one. Imagining that nose rubbing against your clit, makes you moan loudly.
“Ah, Gods! Fuck, fuckfuckfuck- ” you muttered, feeling your body simply give in as he hits a delicious spot inside you. And Gods, he notices it. His arms hug you against him, wrapping them around your waist as he keeps you still to thrust inside that very place inside you.
You rolled your eyes in pleasure, collapsing against him with no shame at all. You two were past shame at this point, especially since he was so deep inside you. Your head found his shoulder perfect enough to rest there as the fire in your cunt makes you see stars.
The sticky sounds made it obscene, but you loved that sound. How you missed hearing it, feeling it, feeling strong arms keep you in place as you were fucked right.
As your head was lolled against Maekar’s skin, your mouth slightly agape with a thin thread of drool as you gasped for air, you saw your husband. Baelor was perfectly against his pillows, with a perfect view of his wife getting fucked by his brother.
There was no shame in your body, there was something vulnerable about being observed while Maekar fucks you. With Baelor, it has always been passionate, but very loving, safe and sweet. He has always been careful, kissing you everytime, adoring you. Maekar fucked you like he hates you, which he did, and he was not sweet, or considerate. It was primal, animalistic, and so good.
Different than fucking your husband, either better or worse; just different. And when your eyes meet the mismatched eyes of Baelor, you are slightly afraid he might think otherwise. Instead, you find the pleasant sight of your husband finally roused by the spectacle of his brother taking his wife.
You watch as his hand strokes his own cock, red and fully erected, which seems almost painful. The heat that Baelor must feel was almost agonizing, his own cock aching and weeping against his own hand, not able to look away; mesmerised by the way his wife’s body was against his Anvil.
The bed creaks slightly, too much weight, too much movement, and you moan loudly.
“Maekar,” you moan softly, feeling the heat in your belly intensify with the new information.
“Hmm” He grunted, not taking your words into consideration.
You moved one hand to make him look at Baelor, as if that was something you both should know. It was not the main purpose, surely, but not less important nonetheless.
It was impossible for you to decipher Maekar’s thoughts, seeing his brother reduced and aroused by seeing his wife being fucked. He feels a surge of pure pleasure at the perversion of taking his brother’s wife, a forbidden act in any law… yet, in this room, no one cares.
“Look at him,” Maekar grunted, looking at you for a moment. As he said that, he gives you a small, passionate kiss. “Look what we do to him,” he whispered against your ear, helping you to sit up straight.
You really were enjoying being all limp against Maekar’s chest, but seeing Baelor jerking off, made you gain more control bouncing on his brother’s cock. The squelch of your cunt sliding up and down on his shaft was louder now, or perhaps it was your own impression.
Maekar’s head fell back against the pillow, also unable to tear his gaze away from Baelor, moaning as you bounced with more force, your weight crushing him deliciously in place. His cock, nestled inside your warm pussy, was near cumming inside and filling you up.
It was impossible for him not to look at you again, so pretty while getting fucked. Your mouth was finally to good use, perhaps even better if you could, at least once, suck his cock. And by how this was going, he hoped you would.
“She feels so good,” he said outloud, as if to help Baelor to know what it was like. “She is gripping me deliciously, and she is so wet.”
That makes you turn your head back to him, locking eyes with his. Your hands moved to caress his chest shamelessly, much less hair than Baelor, but so firm and hot.
“I know she will cum in a few moments” Maekar added looking at you, arrogant prick. You want to hold back just to prove him wrong, but you are not willing to sacrifice your orgasm for that. “I will, too.”
“Cum inside me,” you demanded, and since Baelor had no objections, you kept going, “fill me up.”
Knowing that Baelor was enjoying this as you were, made you already on the brick of pleasure. And knowing that Maekar was there as well was simply enough to cum with loud moans all over his cock.
You liked having the attention of both men, enjoying far more than you realised of being fucked while your husband watches (how perverse!) and you are actually glad he thought of it. It had been a long time since you had been fucked in such a passionate, animalistic way.
Maekar glanced towards Baelor and in the Hammer eyes there was no protest, he nodded in permission to encourage him “I’m gonna fill you so fucking much” The Anvil said to you.
His arms held you tight in place as you felt the way his cock emptied himself in you, the warm seed filling your womb as you wanted. You heard his grunts, the way he panted, how his thighs slightly trembled as he came.
Laying against his chest, you let out a satisfied sound. Maekar sighed, accommodating you as he was unsure what to do now. He wanted to fuck his brother’s wife again and again, until he was utterly spent.
Something catches your attention, because before he knows it, you’re crawling to Baelor’s side without notice. Maekar watched as you descended your head to Baelor’s hard cock, taking it in your mouth to suck him.
Watching you, as his own seed drips from your cunt, makes him feel a small twitch on his cock. You were still young, being insatiable was in your nature… yet he feels too old for this now, his limbs and his lower belly are burning as he leans back, his eyes not leaving once the way you blow Baelor.
The sight was obscene, yet the way Baelor locked eyes with him was perverse. Maekar has never found himself in such a strange position, and he has done many odd things to amuse Dyanna. And it spurred him on, once again.
Baelor came in your mouth, and you’re quick to cuddle in his arms once again. It makes Maekar wonder… was that it? shall we go back and pretend this never happened?
“I do thank you,” Baelor said softly, as you simply are hugging him blissfully. How happy you were after being fucked, contrary to the frown you always had around Maekar. “It was pleasing enough for all of us”
“You enjoyed it?” He scoffs slightly surprised.
“I did,” Baelor admitted, caressing your naked back slowly. He was too comfortable, as usual, too calm for a man whose wife had just been fucked by another man. “Did not thought it would arouse me”
Maekar raised his eyebrows, looking at the ceiling. What an odd situation, he thought to himself. Yet in all honesty, it had aroused him more than he thought, being watched by his brother, knowing that it had worked to harden his limp cock.
“Hm?” Baelor hummed, as you whispered something in his ear. “Brother, my dear wife wants to know if you’d fuck her again… now.”
As the words hung in the air, Maekar froze for a second. You, the very same bane of his existence, a woman that had taken a jest so personal it made him scowl every time you were mentioned, only interacting with you by hostile words. You actually wanted him again.
You, who were so reluctant at first, now were looking at him with hungry eyes, starving even. Perhaps it would take a long time for Baelor to get rid of his limp dick.
“You insatiable wench,” the Anvil muttered.
It’s then that he noticed that you weren’t just difficult or stubborn. You were starving, craving this for a long time. During the moons of Baelor’s recovery time, you were left mostly alone. You were insatiable because you have been empty for far too long now… yet now, here he was.
Maekar always had felt second to his brother, sort of a shadow behind him… not because of anything that the Hammer ever did. Baelor was often praised by court and singers for their efforts in the Redgrass field, whereas he felt unappreciated, compared to his perfect brother. Now, you wanted him again.
And Baelor, Seven bless him, was willing. Not an ounce of jealousy in him, looking serene and secure, granting Maekar freedom with his own wife. It was only natural for him to help his beloved big brother.
“Alright.” Maekar agrees. He was not as honourable as Baelor, and you knew it. And you wanted him for it. “If it makes you happy.”
“It does.” Baelor said simply. “Go on darling, make everyone happy.”
That you will, with no protests. As you tell Maekar that you won’t be under him, Baelor only smiles. He was a wise man, and every problem had a solution. He only needed his brother to do the task, as a Hammer needed its Anvil.