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"Careful," His father Baelor murmured as his calloused hands reached up to cup his soft sweat slicked cheeks, his thumb brushing away a stray lock of dark hair, "You'll hurt yourself, my sweet boy. Slow down, we have the whole night for ourselves."
The words meant to be comforting made something bleed into bitterness within the Young Prince. You hurt me first, Valarr thought with his jaw clenching so hard his teeth ached. You frightened me in the dark when I was too small to fight you. Yet outwardly, the polite and dutiful prince bloomed like a flower as Valarr forced a crooked and breathtaking smile that didn't quite reach his mismatched eyes. "I am not so weak as you think, Father." He breathed out with his voice dripping with lust. He began grinding his hips in a slow and tight circle, milking the thick dick inside of him with the clenching muscles of his cunt, "I can take all of you—I want to take it all. I am a dragon, am I not?"
It is every son's duty to care for and love their father, Valarr Targaryen knows this most of all. It is the words he tells himself when he spreads his legs for his Lord Father and when he looks away from Daeron's bruised cheek.