Chapter Twenty-Two (Cregan)

                                    

                                          
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Cregan
*SMUT WARNING*
            My hips genuinely hurt from last night. My legs feel as though there is now muscle growing on my muscle and any sudden movement to my knees may cause them to give out completely. I walk with a strain as I make my way to the throne room as requested by Queen Rhaenyra. 
            I try not to let it show that I'm hurting because I fucked Alana four times last night.
            Four. Times.
            That's not including the two times she went down on me and sucked me off into another fucking world. My head was spinning the entirety of it. The feeling of her warm and soft tongue wrapping around my cock as she gently squeezed my balls in her hands giving the perfect massage. I shot my seed down her throat and she swallowed with pride. 
            The second time was intense. I had pulled out of her and washed myself off quickly, thinking we were done for the night. I was exhausted at that point and suddenly I felt Alana's hand wrapping around my shaft and stroking me until I grew hard again. Which only took three strokes to be perfectly honest. Just looking at her gives me a hard on.
            As she stroked me her mouth came down and I had tossed my head back. Feeling my balls jump with excitement as they tried their hardest to fill back up again. I ran my fingers into her dark wavy hair and she groaned with delight, popping her mouth off the tip and licking her full lips at me.
            "You like when I do that?" She asked and I nodded with a growl. "I love the taste of you in my mouth."
            I push her head back down onto my cock and she chokes ever so slightly. Backing herself back up the shaft and using two hands as she coats the entirety of it with her spit. My head leans onto the pillow and I tap her head to warn her that I'm about to come.
            She doesn't stop.
            I'm shocked when I lift my head to see her spitting my come back out onto my cock and rubbing it in like a relaxing oil to the skin. She then using only her tongue to lick the entire fucking thing clean and I have to stop myself from coming in her fucking eye. 
            No exaggeration, either. I had to push her face away and in the nick of time, I came on my own fucking leg. 
            Alana had laughed and then licked her hands clean before coming into the bed completely and laying down with her head on my chest. I picked up her hand and examined it. "You're like a cat." I tell her. "You really licked me and yourself clean. But you better wash up tomorrow before passing a plate to your mother."
            "Or maybe I'll make you come all over my hands again and then I'll pass Jacerys his favorite scone and watch as he thinks it's just a glaze over the top but really it's your seed that he's ingesting."
            "That's... Please don't." I cringe at her words. "He'd kill both of us and then he may try to get revenge. A bad type of revenge too."
            "Fine." She scoffs. "I'll just flick a snot onto his bacon and laugh while he eats that. It's the least I can do." 
            "That's my girl." I kiss her head before falling asleep.
            And now here I am. Damn near waddling because my fucking hips and legs hurt so badly from too much sex and I can't even explain that to anyone without it being a boundary that's pushed way too far.
            In fact, I wouldn't dare share that with anyone. It's not just for my own privacy but for Alana too. I doubt she'd appreciate me telling anyone of our bedroom escapades.
            I open the door to the throne room and find Rhaenyra standing over the map. Moving a few pieces around as she enjoys a cup of tea. She places it down on the table as she looks up at me and gives me a soft smile.
            "Lord Cregan." She motions toward a chair. "Have a seat."
            I sit down and look at the map. She's moved the forces from Winterfell down toward the Riverlands and moved the Greyjoy fleet toward King's Landing. A few Riverland armies sprawled about but House Strong remains at Harrenhal. 
            It doesn't take long for me to notice the toy dragons that Rhaenyra had placed onto the table. One now sitting at Winterfell while two smaller ones are in the Vale. A few spread at Dragonstone while others are pushed to the side and have a green dot on each of them. 
            "Alana is seriously going to bring that beast North..." I meant to keep that thought in my head but it slipped out.
            Her Grace seemed to find it funny though and a chuckle escaped her. "I enjoy you, Lord Cregan."
            "I'm pleased to hear that, Your Grace. I apologize for not asking your permission before marrying your daughter..."
            She gives me a nod. "The world is a frightening place and I need to be sure she is safe when she goes to Winterfell again... I once believed that she'd remain by my side even once she'd been wed to Aemond. That I'd always have eyes on her but with her being in Winterfell that is not a privilege I'd been granted. Unfortunately I have only ever met your father briefly and I do wish I could have spent more time with him and your people. To know that my daughter will be safe."
            "We don't hurt girls in Winterfell. You have my word, Your Grace. Alana will be safe." I promise her but she doesn't seem to trust me. Although she should trust me. I'm a Stark. I lay my blade onto the table and push it toward her. "You have my sincerest word, Your Grace. Alana is my wife and I would never allow for her to be hurt. Winterfell is the safest place for her to be... I swear it."
            "Everywhere in the world is dangerous for little girls." Rhaenyra says. "They hurt little girls everywhere... And for what reason? Children are harmed for existing... Please do not hurt my little girl. Or I will have to kill you, Lord Cregan."
            "I understand-"
            "No." She stands up, her voice tense. "I will kill you, Lord Cregan Stark of Winterfell. I will fucking kill you."
            I swallow hard and nod. "Yes, Your Grace."
            "You should fear me, Lord Cregan. I want you to fear me. Not because I am your queen but because I am the mother of your wife. And just when you think I am the person you fear most in this world... I want you to think of Ser Harwin Strong. Her father. The man who will tear you limb from limb and pick his teeth with your bones if there is even a hangnail on our daughter. Do you understand me?"
            "Yes, Your Grace... I understand. Loud and clear." 
            My stomach is in knots... She wants me to fear her and she has her wish. There is no one I fear in this world... Except Rhaenyra Targaryen. And now just the thought of Ser Harwin Strong has me absolutely terrified. 
            He doesn't have a dragon like Rhaenyra does.
            But he is not called "Breakbones" for no reason.
"Alana is my only daughter, Lord Cregan. She's just claimed a dragon and is moving so far away from me... Aemond will certainly be furious once news of her becoming wed to you travels through Westeros. He will set out to find his bride... I do not say that to scare you, Cregan. I say that to warn you. Have your men at the ready and guard your castle well. Silverwing may deter the Greens from coming north to Winterfell but Vhagar... Vhagar is a war dragon and she will not back down any opportunity to fight. I do not want my daughter to die a dragon rider's death. I want her to die as old woman warm in her bed, surrounded by her children and grandchildren. I do not want her to die in this war because of Aemond."
            I give her a nod. "Neither do I." 
            "Do you love her? Do you truly love her, Lord Cregan?"
            "With my entire existence. I swore to my father years ago before he died that I'd only get married out of love... That is why I wed your daughter, Your Grace. I love Alana so much I could not let her leave without being my wife. Without the promise that I'd see her again. I love her more than words could ever explain."
            "Good." Rhaenyra said. "But do not let that love blind you to the war that is coming."