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It was way past midnight when his car finally pulled up on the driveway.
He had quite a day today; everyone seemed to find an excuse to hold him in office today, and finally, after finishing up everything, Valarr drove home and turned off his phone.
Everyone knew not to bother him on the weekend, after all. And if something urgent arose, they will reach him via email.
Sighing as he turned off the engine, Valarr took the package from the backseat—something he had forgotten since last week, and he was too preoccupied to bring it home.
After ensuring he had locked everything, Valarr took off his shoes in the vestibule and placed them neatly—his wife disliked it when Valarr entered the house with his outdoor shoes on, and had scolded him more than once.
Valarr smiled fondly when he made his way to the kitchen; a pot of stew was waiting on the stove—his wife's work, to be sure. His wife did everything in the house, even when they had servants for such things. Now, the servants just did meagre work whenever his wife was tired.
His wife was dead asleep when Valarr opened the door to their bedroom, and with a soft click, he locked the door behind him.
Aerion snored softly as he curled on Valarr's side of the bed, hand on his protruding stomach, gently carrying their babe. His young wife wore nothing but red polka dot panties beneath the blanket, and his heart pulsed at the sight.
Being as busy as he was, Valarr couldn't always make it home in time, and so he and Aerion had an agreement; if Valarr had needs and Aerion needed to rest, he was free to do anything to Aerion.
And so, Valarr, depraved as he was, carefully hoisted Aerion and put a pillow beneath his hip before settling himself in between his wife's legs.
Aerion was already wet—still loose and warm from last night for sure. He breathed hard as he stared at the small opening in the fabric, feeling his cock harden beneath his pants.
There had always been a quiet satisfaction fucking Aerion like this, with him fully clothed and Aerion just wearing slightly torn panties; that way, Valarr could feel like he was breaking Aerion's maidenhead all over again.
All of Aerion's panties were like that; Valarr personally cut a small hole in the middle for easy taking. Though Aerion complained he just wanted the normal one for once.
Slowly, he pressed one finger inside Aerion, feeling the hot velvety heat from his wife; it sank with no resistance, then another surge of wetness spilling past his finger as Valarr pushed his finger deeper.
With no reaction from Aerion, Valarr shoved another finger and curled them upwards, only then did Aerion gasp and buck his hips, and Valarr had to grasp his wife's thigh to stop him from trashing.
"Valarr?" Aerion rasped, voice tinged with drowsiness. "When are you back?"
Valarr shifted his body and leaned in to kiss Aerion's eyes. "Just now, sweet boy," his fingers kept fucking into Aerion's cunt, curling ever so, earning another gasp from his wife.
"Keep to your sleep, beloved," Valarr told him as he added another finger. "Let me handle everything."
Aerion hadn't talked back in about a year, knowing well that Valarr was not above corporal punishment when he was being a brat. If he were being good, Valarr would have no reason to spank him. If he weren't being a slut, Valarr would love him.
Aerion just nodded and went back to sleep, one hand resting on his stomach, while another clutching his dragon dolly.
Valarr sped up his fingers inside Aerion's cunt, kissing his mouth and inserting his tongue inside Aerion's tiny mouth, suckling his tongue.
His wife was too sleepy to do anything, and Aerion cummed in his hands; warm, hot liquid poured from his hole, and Valarr used Aerion's slick to fist his own cock.
Valarr lined up his cock on the hole of Aerion's panties and forcefully tore them open as he bucked his cock, rubbing the soft and wet lining of Aerion's slit.
"Such tight cunny," Valarr grunted as he held a tight hold of Aerion's legs. "Such tight cunny just for me."
It didn't take long for him to spill over Aerion's cunt, and it took shorter than that for Valarr to finally sheath his cock inside his wife's heat, feeling the tightness of Aerion's cunt.
He knew Aerion felt it too; the way his cock stretched him open—Valarr had always been long and thick, and part of him thought it was because his Dornish and Marcher's blood were strong, overpowering his Valyrian's blood.
As his cock-head nudged the entrance of Aerion's womb, Aerion gave a low whimper, fluttering his eyelids but never quite awake.
At times like this, Valarr liked to be gentle. He would grind his hips instead of thrusting, and if Aerion was awake now, Valarr just knew his wife would be moaning incessantly; his wife knew no one would judge him if he did that, especially when they lived so far away from the main road, and Valarr owned all the surrounding land of their home.
Valarr spilt inside Aerion's heat, and he sighed satisfiedly as he placed his forehead on Aerion's shoulder, trying to catch his breath before sleep took him, cock still inside Aerion as he drifted off to sleep.
(Valarr remembered the first time he was infatuated with Aerion.
It was one summer night when his family visited his uncle in Summerhall; it was a particularly sweltering day that lasted well into the evening.
It was then that his younger cousins asked him to join them for a quick dip in the lake around midday.
Valarr, being the oldest, said yes. His father had a lot of catching up to do with his uncle, so he acted as their chaperone.
Daeron, as usual, just dipped his body enough to battle the heat before climbing up and taking shelter under a tree with Aemon who was busy reading, while Daella went about the lake with her floaty.
It was Aerion who caught his attention. Aerion had always been a comely babe, and he grew up to be a pretty boy. That cheeky cousin of his threw glances at Ser Roland, one of uncle Maekar's bodyguards, and the much older man indulged him, throwing Aerion a small smile.
That made Aerion giggle as he swam around; it was the first time Valarr started to pay close attention.
It was the same day when Valarr caught Aerion sitting on Ser Roland's bouncing knee, letting out a whimper that was quickly muffled by Ser Roland's large hand.
What a bold move, Valarr appalled at the sight of a mere bodyguard daring to touch his underage cousin.
That night, Valarr quietly entered Aerion's room without being noticed. No servants and patrolling bodyguards at this hour; Valarr ensured they were busy with his father and uncle.
Valarr saw the sight of his cousin, who was still sleeping with dolls from his childhood; he was a son of a conglomerate family, yet dared to taint his blood with the touch of a mere commoner.
I had to correct that, Valarr thought darkly as he took the blindfold he had prepared in haste. It was a flimsy one, but it had to make do.
Tying it to Aerion's eyes was easy, even after his little cousin stirred and called out sleepily. "Roland?"
Valarr almost scoffed. He dared to call that man's name with such familiarity—if Valarr didn't act now, the next thing he knew, Aerion would carry a bastard child of that insolent cur.
He shushed Aerion, mimicking the intonation of that bastard, and Aerion relaxed, even as Valarr undressed him. The sight of Aerion's unsoiled cunny made him breathe in relief.
There's still time, Valar mused as he parted Aerion's cunny, revealing pink, pulsating flesh of his cousin.
Valarr took his cock out, fisting it hastily before stuffing Aerion's mouth with his own pyjama—a childish pyjama with dragon embroidery on it, that should have made him stop and cease this and return to his room.
But Valarr couldn't afford to. He had to preserve the dignity of his family, even when his cousin was adamant about ruining it with his wanton ways.
Aerion was dry when Valarr pushed his cock inside his cunny, screaming into the fabric of his pyjama; such a naive child. Instead of taking it off, Aerion held his tongue and hugged his dolls to his chest.
Aerion's little cunny couldn't even take the tip of Valarr's cock, but still, he drew his cock slightly, trying to make room inside those impossible, tight heat.
"It feels weird, Roland," Aerion sobbed. "I don't like it."
Trying to ease his pain, Valarr's thumb found his cousin's clit and spat on it before rubbing it slightly. It did help, and he felt Aerion getting wetter by the second.
Still, Aerion was so little against Valarr that he gave a shallow thrust instead of bottoming up, and Aerion squeezed his cunny as if he was in pain; maybe Aerion was hurting, but Valarr just did his duty to correct his cousin and guide him to the right path.
He wanted to chuckle when Aerion gave out a breathless moan, trying to catch his length whenever Valarr drew out. Valarr was well into his thirties, and here he was, fucking into his slut of a cousin to teach Aerion a lesson.
The tickling in his spine made him pull out and pump his cock above Aerion's cunny, seeds flowing down to Aerion's gaping hole, mixed with his cousin's own release, slick-coated blood staining the pillow.
Satisfied, Valarr put his cock back inside his pants and kissed Aerion's forehead, pulling the blanket to cover his cousin's naked body before slipping out.)
(Valarr didn't sleep that night, and true to his intention, uncle Maekar's booming voice echoed in every wall of Summerhall in the cusps of morning.
Playing dutiful nephew, Valarr tightened his robe and went to Aerion's room, where his father had already been waiting inside. Aerion was sobbing as he clutched his bruised cheek.
"Who did this to you, boy!?" Uncle Maekar shook Aerion's crying form. "Who dares defile you!?"
Aerion didn't say anything, even when uncle Maekar slapped him until he got a nosebleed.
"Uncle," Valarr decided to interrupt. He didn't want Aerion to faint, and they had to go to the hospital, after all. "If I may, I might know who might have done this."
Father regarded him with a curious look. "Who?"
"It was this evening when I stumbled upon Aerion and Ser Roland in an abandoned garden," He drawled, eyes fell on Aerion's trembling form. "Ser Roland seemed to—ah, did something inappropriate to Aerion, and I wish to wait until morning before telling you, uncle." Valarr held the urge to smirk. "From the looks of it... I think Ser Roland might force himself on Aerion."
"No!" Aerion denied, tears falling down his cheeks. "Roland didn't force me! We love each other!"
"Stupid, insolent whore!" Uncle Maekar was ready to strike Aerion, but luckily, father stepped in.
"Brother," father said, looking at the sight of Aerion. "I don't think it was appropriate to lash your anger on Aerion. The one who did this is still outside."
Realising that Ser Roland was still in his quarter, uncle Maekar barked an order to bring the man to the unused prison cell. He went with father, while Valarr's duty was to calm Aerion down.)
(Ser Roland was sent to the wall, but not before being gelded by uncle and beaten down by his friends.
A fitting end for an insolent bastard, Valarr could only nod when his father told him, though he would have liked it more if the man had been killed on the road.
"Now, lies the matter of Aerion," father sighed. "Your uncle was not exactly subtle when he was screaming about, and while we did what we could with the servants, Aerion was now damaged goods."
Valarr clasped his hands behind his back, pretending to think.
"We have no other choice but to wed him to Dae—"
"Wed him to me," Valarr said before father could finish. Under normal circumstances, it was unthinkable for him to do so; but Valarr had an excuse ready. "It was my fault that bastard took advantage of Aerion—"
He drew shuddering breath. "Had I decided to report as soon as I realised the impure intention of that man, mayhaps Aerion would not suffer like this."
Aerion was locked in his room after uncle was done whipping him; uncle also threatened to crush Aerion's feet should his cousin make a ruckus again.
"That doesn't justify the need to tie yourself with him," father opined. "Who knew if Aerion decided to pull stunts again?"
"Even more the need for someone capable of being stern with him, such as me." Valarr countered. "Being a child himself beside, Daeron never had it in him to be stern, drowning himself in wine whenever he got the chance."
Valarr paced his uncle's study. "Matarys was sweet, and I fear he would let Aerion do as he wished. The only logical choice was me, father."
"You are married still," father reminded him.
"It wasn't like it was fruitful." Valarr pointed out. "It was easy to divorce my wife; we didn't have a child together, and it was not for lack of trying. Surely a decade was enough—we had secured routes for trading without my wife's family's influences, after all."
Father massaged his forehead, and Valarr pressed on. "And Aerion is young still; loose as he was, I believe I could guide him to the right path, and once he was older, I could get him with child."
The lack of children from him and Matarys had been a problem, and Valarr knew it had been on his father's mind for years. "Very well. I shall tell Maekar about this.")
(And so, the trembling child of ten who still clung to his dolls dropped on his lap as Valarr's cousin-wife; a child bride, really, but who in his family would object when their reputation was at stake?)