Maekar I Targaryen
Jealousy was a vicious thing. Especially when it was caused by Maekar's wife giving, what he deemed, too much attention, to his elder brother, Baelor. You had seemed oblivious to the gaze of Maekar as he stared you down, gripping his goblet of wine much too tightly to the point he was sure there would be left over indents on the golden metal of it. You were very obviously confused by Maekar's huffy behaviour when you returned to his side. But you'd realize the root of his behaviour when he finally had you cornered in your bedchambers, and by cornered, he means sprawled out naked on the bed, trying desperately to get some friction. But Maekar refused, for now, his hand was tightly holding onto your hip, keeping your hips held upwards so that you couldn't grind yourself against the bed.Jealousy was a vicious thing. Especially when it was caused by Maekar's wife giving, what he deemed, too much attention, to his elder brother, Baelor. She had seemed oblivious to the gaze of Maekar as he stared her down, gripping his goblet of wine much too tightly to the point he was sure there would be left over indents on the golden metal of it. The woman was very obviously confused by Maekar's huffy behaviour when she returned to his side.
But she'd realize the root of his behaviour when he finally had her cornered in their bedchambers, and by cornered, he means sprawled out naked on the bed, trying desperately to get some friction. But Maekar refused, for now, his hand was tightly holding onto her hip, keeping her hips held upwards so that she couldn't grind herself against the bed. Maekar stared down at her, his expression stern and unimpressed. Maekar's gaze locked onto her glistening cunny where she was begging for an form of attention.
"You want me to touch you?"
Maekar questioned, but the tone of his voice made it clear he did not intend to give her exactly what she wanted. Maekar rubbed teasing circles into her inner-thigh before he lifted his hand up and brought it down upon her cunny, a wet slapping noise ringing out. Maekar's lip twitched in satisfaction as her body jerked with suprise, it was often he spanked their cunny. Unless they got on his nerves in some way. Maekar's hand rubbed her cunny afterwards, make sure that his palm roughly rubbed into her clit before he pulled his hand back to deliver another spank.
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"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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