Chapter 26 - 25 - A Sensual Night (1) 18+
Entering his room, Maekar was surprised to find it slightly dark. Candles illuminated the space with a faint, flickering light. There was a large wooden tub in the center of the room, where, beside it, a young woman was playing with the water using her finger.
It was Gael, wearing only a semi-transparent red silk nightgown. The nightgown gave an almost tantalizing glimpse of what lay beneath, forcing whoever was watching to truly want to see more.
With Maekar’s arrival, Gael looked at him with a shy smile and quickly approached him. She was slightly sweaty; she had likely prepared everything around her by herself.
"Let me help you take off this armor," Gael said in a soft tone as she neared Maekar.
Maekar simply stood still and let Gael gradually remove his armor. The buckles were unfastened, and the heavy breastplate was removed by Gael with an expression of great effort. The weight of the armor was far too heavy.
However, just as Maekar was about to say he could do it himself, he saw her eyes and remained silent. He understood that this was Gael’s way of thanking him, even in a small way, for what he was doing for her.
After five minutes of effort, Gael was sweating even more; the nightgown clung to her sweaty skin, fully outlining her curves. This, honestly, made her even more seductive.
Seeing the bloodstains on the armor, Gael touched the cold, blood-soiled metal and showed an emotional look. She felt no disgust but saw what Maekar had done for their future. "Maekar, try not to risk yourself too much next time."
Even being a complete novice in terms of battle knowledge, even she could see that Maekar was playing with Tymond. Instead of killing him in a single blow, he had toyed with and tortured Tymond on purpose.
Wearing only leather trousers, Maekar looked at Gael and smiled. "I know, but I had to show my strength. Killing Tymond quickly would only show that he was weak, not that I was strong."
"Let’s bathe." Gael nodded and gently pulled Maekar toward the wooden tub. However, seeing that he was still wearing trousers, Gael knelt before Maekar and untied the laces of his pants, then pulled them down.
Gael showed a shy expression at what she was seeing, but she still had Maekar lift his leg and managed to make him stand completely naked before her.
It was the first time she had seen Maekar naked; an embarrassed look appeared on her face. Gael stood up.
Maekar, without clothes, walked behind her and untied the ribbons that fastened the red nightgown with great skill. As he untied ribbon after ribbon, one by one, an ambiguous atmosphere hung in the air.
Gael’s face was becoming increasingly red and shy.
After untying all the ribbons, Maekar gently moved the sleeves of the nightgown, revealing her smooth shoulders. He leaned down and kissed her white, warm, soft skin with his lips. He didn’t stop and moved up to her neck, leaving a red mark on her fair skin.
Gael turned her head to the left, making the prince more comfortable for his caresses. The princess slightly opened her mouth and let out a warm, long sigh; she showed a pleasurable look on her beautiful face.
Suddenly, the nightgown fell completely from her body, showing her unreserved nudity to Maekar, who couldn’t help but embrace her waist in a strong hug, making their two naked bodies touch completely.
Their skin touched, bringing a burning, warm touch full of a hidden carnal desire for one another.
Gael looked back with a smile and pulled her nephew into the steaming tub. Red rose petals floated on the water as the two embraced, submerged in the water.
"Let me help clean the sweat from your body, my husband," Gael spoke, pressing her modest breasts against Maekar’s chest while claiming his lips with an avid, passion-filled kiss. After seeing what Maekar was doing for her, she only wanted to reward him in every possible way.
After separating his lips from hers, leaving a silver line of saliva connecting both their mouths, Maekar spoke in an amused and teasing tone: "That’s not helping to clean the sweat."
"There was sweat on your lips," Gael said with a shy laugh, showing a cute look for a twenty-year-old woman.
"Why not admit that you’re a princess full of wicked thoughts? If those old Septas knew about this, they would criticize you," Maekar whispered in her ear, making Gael look away with an innocent expression.
"But kissing feels so good," Gael said with a cute pout. She looked at Maekar and felt something hard and warm poking her, continuing in a shy tone but also with a touch of provocation. "Besides, you’re enjoying it too."
"I like that you’ve become bolder; the Princess Gael I first met would never have said that," Maekar spoke, hugging Gael’s body tightly as if he wanted to merge with her.
"Do you like it?" Gael asked with a smile, but there was a trace of worry in her eyes. She had heard that men preferred women who were more submissive and spoke less.
Noticing her worry, Maekar frowned and forced Gael to look into his eyes. Showing a strong and intense gaze that made Gael’s heart flutter with overwhelming passion, he spoke in a solemn tone:
"Gael, I am your husband, you are mine, just as I am yours. This is an equal marriage; I don’t want a pretty vase that only serves as the mother of my children."
"I want a woman like Visenya, who conquered countless kingdoms for her husband. You are a dragon, and I want you to act like a dragon."
In the history of Westeros, men forget that of all the three Dragonriders who participated in the Conquest, Visenya was the one who contributed most to the unification of the continent. Visenya did even more than Aegon himself.
For men, losing to Aegon was something glorious, but losing to Aegon’s wife was humiliating and unacceptable. Because of this, the deeds of Visenya and Rhaenys almost disappeared from the mouths of the people and the nobles.
Gael’s eyes widened, showing an expression that could only be described as far too adorable. If her passion was already great, at that moment, it knew no limits. Having a husband like Maekar, what more could she ask for in this life?
She didn’t know if the gods had taken pity on her and sent Maekar to her, but it didn’t matter anymore, for this was the man with whom she would share her entire life.
"I will be your Visenya, Maekar," Gael spoke in a whisper.
Suddenly, a gentle and warm touch touched her lips, which made the princess look at Maekar with surprise, but she soon gave in to the kiss, which evolved from a chaste kiss to a French kiss in mere seconds.
One of Gael’s arms wrapped around her nephew’s neck while the other hand held his platinum hair.
After three minutes, the two separated, breathing heavily.
"You’re getting better; my teeth thank you for that," Maekar said, catching his breath. His gaze showed nothing but love. In the end, he couldn’t help but tease Gael with his words and a playful look reflected on his face.
Gael felt embarrassed and puffed out her cheeks in anger; it wasn’t her fault—she was very excited and nervous at the time, resulting in painful and funny moments between her and Maekar.
"Don’t mock me; you bit me a few times too," Gael shot back angrily while hitting his chest with light, soft punches.
"But you liked it when I bit your delicious lips..." Maekar said, laughing, as he bit the princess’s lower lip, leaving her even more flushed and embarrassed.
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