He leans in, his breath warm against her ear as he whispers, "I love how easily you come apart for me." His voice is rich with amusement and desire, and the sound alone nearly undoes her. He strokes her pussy faster, more insistently, and Joana can do nothing but surrender, letting herself tumble into the pleasure he so expertly draws from her.
Aegon swallows down her high-pitched shriek as she peaks, his lips capturing the sound before it can escape fully into the dim, candlelit room.
His laughter vibrates against her mouth, warm and teasing, a low rumble that sends a fresh shiver cascading down Joana's spine. Her body trembles in the aftermath, her knees buckling beneath her as the intensity of the moment steals the strength from her legs.
She would've crumpled to the floor in a breathless heap were it not for the steady grip she maintained on his neck, her fingers digging into the taut muscle there, and his other hand, broad and possessive, cupping her behind with a firmness that anchors her to him. The heat of his palm sears through her skin, grounding her as her pulse races wildly. She feels like a wild cat...A cat in heat.
Joana struggles to regain her breath, her chest heaving as she gulps down the air, the taste of him still lingering on her lips. Aegon's mouth abandons hers, trailing downward, dropping heated kisses along the sensitive curve of her body.
Each press of his lips ignites a spark beneath her skin, and she arches instinctively into the sensation, her body humming with need.
His fingers, relentless and skilled, continue their slow, torturous dance against her clit, coaxing soft whimpers from her throat as she teeters on the edge of overstimulation. The room around them fades—the creak of the wooden floorboards, the faint flicker of shadows cast by the dying fire—leaving only the sound of her ragged breathing and the steady thud of her heart.
"Turn around," he says, his voice a low command that cuts through the haze of her thoughts. He lifts his head from her breasts, his eyes dark and glinting with something primal, a hunger that makes her pulse stutter.
Joana sucks in a sharp breath, the air cool against her flushed skin, and twists around in her place, her movements shaky but eager.
The shift exposes her back to him, and she feels the weight of his gaze tracing the line of her spine, a tangible caress that sends a thrill racing through her.
Although he hadn't said anything about it, hadn't given her explicit direction beyond those two words, Joana bent over the bed, her instincts guiding her as she lowered herself toward the mattress. Her hands find the soft sheets, fingers curling into the fabric, grasping it tightly for purchase. The cool linen brushes against her heated skin and the place between her thighs gained more heat.
Joanna eagerly awaited aegon's next move...
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When he enters her, it's swift and firm, his thick cock sliding into her dripping pussy with no hesitation.
At this angle, he nails that deep, sweet spot inside her, a place that's long past the stretch of popping out a child.
She is no longer that stretched, thanks to the secret medicine. She will always be as tight as a virgin.
Her body rocks with his, syncing up as he starts thrusting, his deep, guttural groans hitting her ears—shit, it's way sexier than any birdsong out there.
Aegon slides a hand around her thigh, fingers diving back to her swollen pussy, rubbing it rough and fast, matching the brutal pace of his hips.
She twists her face into the sheets, stuck between screaming her head off or groaning like a slut as that tight, hot pleasure bubbles up again.
His other hand digs into the small of her back, keeping her steady, his thighs smacking against hers with every wet thrust into her soaked pussy.
"Gods," he growls behind her, voice raw and dripping with lust. "How the fuck did I live without this tight little cunt?"
She can't talk—won't talk. All she wants is to scream until her throat's dried up. Joana grips the sheets so hard her knuckles turn white, slamming her ass back to meet his hips with a loud, filthy smack of skin on skin.
He laughs, low and nasty, working her clit with two fingers now, circling and pressing until she's biting the sheets, moaning like a whore, her dress dripping down her thighs.
Joana always thought she'd keep with the Emperor strictly business—cool, detached, whatever.
But Aegon's got her fucked up. She's hooked on him—his rough, calloused hands, his sloppy, desperate kisses, those grunted-out curses that make her wetter than she'll ever admit. He's the only one who's ever fucked her this good, pounding her into that wild, shaking release no one else can touch.
"Harder," she gasps, spitting the sheet out, drooling on her chin. "Harder, please, fuck me harder." He laughs again, dark and dirty, rubbing her clit with ruthless speed and slamming his cock into her so hard the bed creaks, the sting of it sweet as hell. She moans loud, shameless, as her orgasm rips through her, pussy clenching around him, mind blank except for his name spilling out. "Aegon, oh Aegon, fuck!"
She's so gone, lost in her own high, she barely notices him hitting his peak—just feels his fingers claw into her back and a hot, thick spurt of cum filling her up.
He groans her name, all wrecked and panting, and she rubs her sweaty face into the sheets as he keeps thrusting, slow and lazy, his dick pulsing inside her like he's chasing every last bit of that high.
Then he pulls out, leaving her gaping and empty, and she whines, feeling his sticky seed trickle down her thighs, pooling under her ass. But she doesn't even notice it.
It was good—better than last time, no contest, and that was months ago when she was pregnant with a big belly.
Although it was starting months, she didn't dare to get this wild. It was torturous.
But now? Just some scars and sagging skin left, and she's free to get railed six ways to Sunday.