Bonus Chapter: The Son of Ice and Fire, Myrrish Delights

Maekar swung his warhammer in a wide arc, the weight of the weapon slicing through the air with a whoosh. His shirtless torso glistened with sweat, muscles rippling with each movement. His body reflected years of rigorous training—broad shoulders, chiseled arms, and a core of solid muscle. As he paused to wipe the sweat from his brow, he turned to Basil, the short man who had been watching him with a worried expression.

“So, Lord Merryweather?” Maekar asked, his voice calm despite the intensity of his recent exertion.

Basil's expression shifted to one of concern, his voice edged with unease. "Yes, my prince. It is him and some other lords from the Reach who are making it difficult for our agents to secure supplies and transport goods. It's affecting our operations more than you realize."

Maekar frowned, setting his warhammer down as he listened. “Do these lords know they work for me?”

“I believe so, my prince. Lord Merryweather is quite close with Commander Hayford,” Basil explained, wringing his hands together nervously.

Maekar stopped, setting the warhammer down fully, and turned to face Basil. His expression grew more serious. "I see."

"We need those supplies, my prince," Basil continued, his voice tinged with urgency. "If Merryweather is causing trouble, perhaps we should remove him. He might be doing this at Hayford's behest."

"No, no, let's not take any drastic action," Maekar replied, his brow furrowing slightly as he considered the situation. "I will talk to Lord Merryweather. Perhaps I can sway him to my side. Other than Lord Hightower, I have no acquaintances in the Reach."

Basil hesitated for a moment, then added, "Are you sure, my prince? He is a known loyalist. I have heard that he..." Basil trailed off, unsure if he should continue.

Maekar walked closer, his presence towering over Basil. "You have heard what, Basil?"

Basil swallowed nervously before speaking again. "I have heard through some trusted sources that he slanders you, my prince."

"I see," Maekar said quietly, his gaze hardening. "What has he been saying?"

"I was told he claims you are a bastard and that you are savage too because of your time in the North," Basil answered, his voice barely above a whisper.

After a moment of silence, Maekar spoke, his tone resolute but measured. "Invite Lord Merryweather to a luncheon at my manse. I’ll discuss the matter of missing supplies with him directly."

Basil nodded quickly. “Of course, my prince. I’ll make the arrangements immediately.”

Maekar watched Basil hurry away, then turned back to his warhammer. He picked it up again, feeling the familiar weight in his hands. With a powerful swing, he shattered the training dummy, scattering its remnants across the ground.

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Maekar leaned against the open window of his mansion near the Old Gate, savoring the pleasant day in the capital. The sky was a soft blue, with only a few wispy clouds drifting lazily overhead. The air was warm but not stifling, a perfect balance that seemed to bring out the best in King's Landing.

A carriage came to halt near the gate, its wheels creaking as it settled. The door swung open, and Lord Orton Merryweather stepped out. Even from this distance, Maekar could easily identify him. The Reach lord was not a man who blended into a crowd; his large, bulbous nose and shock of unruly red hair ensured that. There was an air of indulgence about him, a man more accustomed to feasting and comfort than the harsh realities of the world. His attire was rich and ostentatious, as expected from a lord of his stature, though it did little to conceal the softness in his frame.

But it wasn’t Lord Merryweather who truly caught his attention. A woman followed after him, descending from the carriage with an air of grace and poise

‘Ah, yes, Lady Taena,’ he thought.

Taena of Myr as she was often called. She was a tantalizing sight, a woman who stood out amidst the nobility of the capital like a jewel among stones. Her smooth dusky skin glowed under the sun, her complexion almost exotic compared to the pale faces of Westeros. Her huge, dark eyes were pools of liquid desire, framed by thick, fluttering lashes that seemed to beckon with every blink.

His gaze was drawn to her lips, full and red, as if they were begging to be kissed . Maekar's eyes trailed down her body, taking in the generous swell of her breasts, which threatened to spill out of her low-cut gown. She moved with a grace that was almost hypnotic, her hips swaying gently as she walked. Her black hair, wild and untamed, cascaded down her back in loose waves, as if she had just rolled out of bed.

A fleeting thought crossed his mind—a woman like this was wasted on a man like Orton Merryweather. Maekar’s lips curled into a smile as an idea began to form. He had intended to sway Lord Merryweather to show he would benefit by allying with him. But now, seeing Taena, his plans began to shift. There would be other lords to ally with, other means to achieve his goals.

The man allegedly slandered him.

He watched as the exotic beauty followed her husband and Basil inside. Her presence was a temptation he hadn’t anticipated, but one he wasn’t inclined to resist. With a final glance out the window, Maekar turned away, his mind made up. He straightened his posture, a plan already forming as he made his way down to the entrance to greet them.

At the entrance of his mansion, Maekar greeted Lord Orton and his wife, Lady Taena, with a smile that barely reached his eyes. "Lord Merryweather," he began, extending his hand to the Reach lord.

"Welcome to my humble manse."

Orton puffed up his chest and shook Maekar's hand firmly. "It is not everyday a prince of the realm personally invites you to talk."

Maekar only nodded briefly, his attention already shifting to the woman beside Orton. Lady Taena stepped forward,  and Maekar’s gaze softened. He took her hand gently, bending to kiss it with the grace of a practiced courtier. "Lady Taena, your beauty is as radiant as the sun itself. Kings Landing is fortunate to be graced with your presence."

Taena blushed at the compliment, a warm, rosy hue coloring her dusky cheeks. "You are too kind, Prince Maekar," she replied, her voice demure yet holding an edge of confidence. "Thank you for your warm welcome."

Orton, standing to the side, seemed pleased enough but was clearly less thrilled with the brief attention Maekar had given him. "I appreciate the invitation, Your Grace. I’m very much looking forward to hearing what you wish to discuss."

Maekar gave him a quick nod. "Of course, Lord Merryweather. All in good time." He then turned his attention back to Taena, leading her inside with a charming smile. "Lady Taena, if I may ask, I’ve heard you’re from Myr.”

Taena smiled, pleased with the attention from Maekar. “Yes, I am, my prince.”

"I hope you’ve found Kingslanding to your liking. How do you find our capital? And Westeros, in general?"

Taena answered, her voice smooth. "Kings Landing is… different from Myr, but it has its own unique charm. As for Westeros, it has been an experience…” She paused, as if searching for the right words. “Though I have only been to The Reach and now Kings Landing, I would like to travel more and see all the kingdoms.”

As they spoke, Orton trailed behind them, trying to keep up with the conversation but finding himself somewhat sidelined. Maekar, however, was entirely focused on Taena, directing all his questions solely at her, while Orton could only listen.

They soon arrived at a table prepared for them in an open space inside the mansion, surrounded by a small, well-tended garden. The round table was set with fine linens, silverware, and crystal goblets, all sparkling in the late morning sun.

Maekar gestured for them to sit, his eyes still lingering on Taena as she gracefully took her seat. He settled himself across from her, their gazes meeting as she smiled at him.

Lord Merryweather cleared his throat awkwardly, hoping to gain Maekar’s attention. "So, Prince Maekar, may I ask why you've invited me here today?" Emphasizing the word me.

Maekar turned to Orton with a casual smile, finally acknowledging the lord directly. "Ah, yes, that." He paused, glancing at Taena before looking back at Orton. "We can talk while we eat. Please, enjoy the meal." He signaled to the servants, who promptly began bringing in the food.

The meal was a simple yet rich spread, carefully selected to reflect both the wealth and the taste of its host. A hearty roast of venison, seasoned to perfection with herbs from the crownlands, was the centerpiece. Alongside it, there were roasted vegetables, golden-brown and glistening with butter, and a basket of freshly baked bread still warm from the oven. A selection of cheeses and fresh fruits, imported from the Arbor and a nearby farm, were laid out on the table, along with a pitcher of deep red Dornish wine.

As they began eating, Maekar  broached the subject that had brought Merryweather here. "Lord Merryweather, I wanted to discuss some incidents concerning the supplies I ordered from the Reach. It seems they’ve gone missing in your lands."

Orton's eyes widened in faux shock, his reaction so exaggerated that it bordered on comical. "Missing, you say? My word! That’s most unfortunate, Your Grace! I assure you, I had no knowledge of such a thing!"

Maekar watched the man's performance with a small, knowing smile, noting the contrast between Orton’s bluster and Taena's expression—a mixture of fear and embarrassment that she tried to hide.

Merryweather blustered his way through an explanation. "It could be bandits, my prince. The roads are not as safe as they once were. Or perhaps the fault lies with the merchants themselves? Sometimes they take a few liberties with their cargo. Or... or it could be a mistake with the records. Yes, that happens more often than one would think. I will personally look into it, I assure you!"

Maekar continued to smile, watching the lord with a mixture of amusement and disdain. He could see right through Merryweather's clumsy attempts to cover his tracks. Taena, meanwhile, looked increasingly embarrassed, her discomfort clear as she glanced between her husband and the prince.

In truth, Maekar cared little about the missing supplies anymore. His interest lay elsewhere—specifically, in the foreign beauty seated across from him. Lord Merryweather’s fumbling explanations were nothing more than a sideshow.

Maekar leaned back slightly in his chair, his gaze fixed on Lord Merryweather. "Lord Merryweather," he began, his tone deceptively calm, "I trust you’ll do everything in your power to find these perpetrators. After all, we wouldn’t want such an unfortunate incident to tarnish the reputation of your lands, would we?" The subtle threat in his words was clear, and it had the desired effect.

Orton’s face paled, and he nodded quickly. "Of course, Your Grace. I will see to it personally. You have my word."

Satisfied, Maekar turned his attention back to Taena, his demeanor shifting to one of warmth and genuine interest. "Now, Lady Taena," he said with a charming smile, "tell me more about your life in Myr. I imagine it’s quite different from here."

Taena's face lit up as she spoke of her homeland. "Oh, yes, very different, Your Grace. Myr is a city of art and culture. The streets are always filled with the scent of spices from the Far East, and shops of intricate lace and fine tapestries. I used to spend my days exploring the markets, painting, and attending performances by the finest musicians and dancers…" She looked nostalgic.

Maekar nodded, clearly intrigued. "It sounds wonderful. And do you still find time for your hobbies here in Westeros?"

Taena hesitated, then smiled softly. "I try, Your Grace, but it’s not quite the same. The culture here is different..." Her gaze fell on Orton for a moment. "There were many promises made," she muttered.

Their conversation flowed naturally, moving from her life in Myr to more personal interests. While they talked, Orton dug into the venison roast. Then the topic of dragons came up, and Taena’s eyes gleamed with curiosity. "I’ve always wondered what it must have been like to see dragons in the sky. It’s sad they’re gone now. Such magnificent creatures, lost to time."

‘Well, well, well, an opportunity,’ Maekar thought gleefully.

"You know, Lady Taena, the Dragonpit, where my family used to keep dragons, is undergoing renovations. Would you be interested in a tour? I could show you around personally."

Taena’s smile brightened. "I would love that, Your Grace. It’s not every day one gets to see such a place, shown by a prince no less."

Before the conversation could continue, Orton quickly interjected, a nervous edge to his voice. "Ah, well, actually, we were invited to an event with Lord Hunt. Perhaps we should—"

Taena turned to her husband, her expression cooling. "Orton, you don’t need me there. Besides, I cannot possibly reject an offer from the prince." She then turned back to Maekar, her smile returning, but this time with a hint of something more. "Well, it’s decided then. Why don’t we go now? It’s a pleasant day, after all."

"But... but..." Orton stammered, clearly out of his depth.

Maekar stood, his presence commanding. "It was good meeting you, Lord Merryweather. I trust you can resolve this small dispute."

Orton and Taena stood as well, though it was clear who held the power in the situation. "I will be back soon, Orton," Taena said, her eyes still on Maekar.

"Perhaps I should come with you..." Orton suggested weakly.

"No, no," Taena replied, her tone dismissive. "Lord Hunt would be cross if you missed his invite. Who wouldn’t like to hear his jests?" Her words dripped with sarcasm, leaving Orton no room to argue.

"Fine," Orton muttered, realizing he had lost this battle.

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Arriving at the Dragonpit Maekar dismounted his horse with ease. He turned to Taena, his steely gray eyes locking onto hers, and offered his hand. She placed her delicate hand in his, and he helped her down from her horse, his grip strong and sure.

"Allow me, my lady," Maekar said, his voice a low rumble, as he offered her his arm. Taena smiled, her dark eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and nervousness, as she dismounted. Her fingers pressed gently into the solid muscle of his forearm, sending a slight shiver through her at the contact.

As they entered the Dragonpit, Maekar turned to the guards, especially the ones Orton had sent with them. "Stay here. Lady Taena and I will go alone." The guards nodded obediently, their expressions stoic as they remained near the horses.

Maekar led Taena through the vast, cavernous space, showing her the refurbished areas that now served as the headquarters for his new order. The Dragonpit was a marvel of intricate Valyrian architecture, its ancient stonework still holding the grandeur of the past despite its age. Taena looked around in awe, her dark eyes absorbing every detail of the place.

They found a place to sit which overlooked the training grounds.

"This is amazing," she murmured, her voice filled with admiration. "It reminds me of the grand buildings in Myr. The craftsmanship is exquisite."

Maekar smiled, his gaze lingering on her. "Myr is a daughter of Valyria, after all. I believe many craftsmen from Myr were involved in the building of the Dragonpit."

He paused, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race. "But no city, no building, could ever compare to the beauty of its people," he added, his voice smooth and deliberate.

Taena blushed, her lips curving into a smile as she looked away. "There are far more beautiful women in Myr," she replied, her tone modest.

Maekar leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I find that hard to believe. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

It was a lie, of course. His thoughts drifted briefly to Daenerys, his aunt, whose beauty outshone every woman he met but Taena came close.

He knew what he had to say to charm Taena.

She blushed deeper, her smile widening. "Thank you, my prince. That's very kind of you to say."

"It's not just kindness, my lady. It's the truth," Maekar continued, his voice softer, more intimate. "You have a unique beauty that sets you apart from everyone else."

Taena's expression turned thoughtful as she glanced down to the ground. "You know, I've always felt a bit out of place in Myr. I don't have the typical Valyrian features. My skin, my eyes, my hair—they're all different."

Maekar nodded, a look of understanding in his eyes. "I know what you mean. I'm a Targaryen, but I don't have silver hair or purple eyes. Sometimes, it feels like I don't quite fit in either."

Taena looked at him with newfound appreciation. "Oh you're like me as well... I never thought of that"

He gently moved his hand to hers, and she reciprocated, holding it with a tenderness that surprised even her. "But it's that difference that makes us special, my lady. And in your case, it makes you even more beautiful."

Taena's smile widened, and she squeezed his hand gently. "You have a way with words, my prince."

Their gaze turned to the sounds of Maekar’s men drilling in the distance a comfortable silence enveloped them.

"Ah, I almost forgot," Maekar said, breaking the moment of shared intimacy with a sudden thought.

"What is it, my prince?" Taena asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Maekar stood, extending his hand toward her. "Come with me, my lady, and I shall show you something only a few have seen since the Dance of Dragons."

Intrigued, Taena took his hand, allowing him to lead her deeper into the Dragonpit, to a more secluded part of the ancient structure. The area looked as though it was still being excavated, with piles of rubble scattered across the floor and the air thick with dust. Maekar guided her to a chamber that seemed untouched by time, where the remnants of a beautiful fresco adorned the walls.

The fresco depicted dragons in flight, their forms graceful and powerful, wings outstretched as they soared through a sky filled with vibrant colors. The dragons were captured in breathtaking detail, their scales glinting with shades of red, gold, and black. The scene seemed almost alive, as if the dragons might leap from the walls at any moment.

Taena gasped audibly, her eyes wide with amazement. "This is incredible," she breathed, her voice filled with wonder. "I've never seen anything like it."

Maekar stood beside her, his gaze shifting from the fresco to her face, watching her reaction with satisfaction. "It's a recent discovery. We found it while excavating."

Taena turned to him, her eyes meeting his. "It's truly magnificent. Thank you for showing it to me."

Maekar's voice was soft, almost a whisper. "It's my pleasure, my lady. I wanted to share something special with you."

As their eyes met again, the air between Maekar and Taena crackled with an electric tension. Taena's breath hitched, her eyes widening with a mix of anticipation and desire. Maekar, unable to resist the pull any longer, leaned in, his large hand cupping her cheek gently. His thumb brushed against her soft skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

Without another word, their lips met in a soft, passionate kiss. Taena's arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, as if afraid he might slip away. Maekar responded by deepening the kiss, his other hand sliding around her waist, drawing her body flush against his. He could feel the heat of her, the softness of her curves pressing against him, and it sent a surge of desire coursing through his veins.

Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths with a hunger that was urgent and sensual. Maekar's tongue delved deeper, tasting her, claiming her, as Taena moaned softly into his mouth. His hands roamed over her back, caressing her, feeling the smoothness of her skin through the thin fabric of her gown.

His hands slid lower, cupping her ass, squeezing gently as he pulled her even closer. Taena moaned again, the sound vibrating against his lips, fueling his desire. He could feel her body responding to his touch, her hips pressing against his, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

Maekar's hands continued to explore her, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass, the line of her spine, the softness of her skin. He wanted to tear her clothes off, to bury himself deep inside her, to make her scream his name.

He trailed kisses down her neck, causing her to moan softly, her voice a breathy whisper, "Oh my prince..." The sound of her desire sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock, making it throb with need.

"What do you want, my lady?" Maekar asked, his voice a low growl, his breath hot on her skin.

Taena looked up at him, her dark eyes filled with a hunger that matched his own. "I want you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Maekar smiled, a slow, predatory smile. "And how long have you wanted me, my lady?" he asked, his hands caressing her ass, squeezing gently, causing her to gasp and press closer to him.

"Since... since I saw you when I arrived... two months ago," Taena admitted, her breath coming in short gasps, her body trembling with desire.

Maekar chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Two months is a long time to wait, my lady," he teased, his hands continuing to explore her body, causing her to kiss him more fervently, her hunger for him growing with each touch.

Suddenly, Maekar broke the kiss, his breath coming as heavily as hers. "Not here," he said, his voice firm. He took her hand and led her towards his solar, their steps filled with urgency, their bodies aching with need.

As they reached the corridor leading to his solar, Maekar couldn't wait any longer. He swept Taena up into his arms, his lips finding hers again, his tongue delving deep into her mouth. He carried her into his solar, kicking the door shut behind them.

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Setting her down gently on the ground, Maekar led her to a large chair by the fireside. He pulled Taena onto his lap and captured her lips again. Their kiss deepened as their bodies pressed tightly together, with their breaths mingling and their hearts pounding in sync. Maekar's hands roamed over her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, the fullness of her breasts, and the softness of her skin.

"Your lips are like the sweetest wine, my lady," Maekar murmured, his teeth nibbling gently on her lower lip, causing her to gasp and press closer to him.

Taena looked up at him, her dark eyes filled with desire, her voice a breathy whisper. "Call me Taena," she said, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw feeling the roughness of his stubble.

"Taena," he murmured, his voice a low growl. He leaned in and his lips found hers again.

As they kissed, Taena's hands began to explore Maekar's body, her fingers traced the muscles of his chest, his arms, his stomach. She could feel the heat of him, the strength of him, and it sent a shiver of desire coursing through her. Her hands drifted lower, finding the hard bulge of his cock straining against his breeches. She gasped, breaking the kiss, her lips were red and swollen and her eyes wide with shock and excitement.

"You're... you're huge," she whispered, her voice a breathy moan. Her eyes were locked onto his with a sultry smile playing on her lips.

Maekar leaned in, his breath hot on her ear and his voice a low growl. "Mm, time to serve your prince," he whispered, his teeth nibbling gently on her earlobe, causing her to shiver and moan softly.

Taena's eyes never left his as she slid off his lap, kneeling at the end of the chair. Her hands reached for the laces of his breeches. She tugged at them, her fingers fumbling slightly in her eagerness. Maekar watched her, his eyes with desire, his cock throbbing with anticipation.

Finally, the laces came undone, and Taena pulled his breeches down. Her eyes widened as his hard cock sprang free, standing erect. She gasped, her eyes locked onto his cock she reached out for it, her fingers wrapping around the thick shaft.

Maekar groaned, his head falling back, his eyes closing briefly as the sensation of her touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. Taena looked up at him, her eyes filled with a hunger that matched his own, her lips parted, her breath coming in soft moans.

"You're so big," she murmured, her hands exploring the length of him, her fingers tracing the veins that ran along his shaft.

She began to tug on his cock, her hands moving slowly, her grip firm, her eyes locked onto his, a moan escaping her lips as she felt him throb in her hands. Maekar watched her, his eyes filled with desire.

She didn't waste any time and brought her mouth closer to Maekar's cock, her hot breath teasing the sensitive skin, making him throb with anticipation. She started with a slow, tantalizing lick up the length of his shaft, her tongue tracing the veins, her eyes locked onto his with a playful smile on her lips. Maekar groaned, his hands gripping the arms of the chair, his body tense with desire.

She continued to tease him, her tongue flicking out to lick the head of his cock, her touch light and playful. She swirled her tongue around the tip, her breath hot and moist, her hands caressing his balls, her fingers gently rolling them, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.

Her tongue darted out to lick the precum that had gathered at the tip, her eyes widening slightly at the taste of him, a moan escaping her lips. She continued to explore his cock with her tongue, her touch sending an explosion of pleasure through him. She used her hands to stroke his shaft, her movements slow and deliberate.

She spat on his cock, her saliva mixing with his precum, her hands working to lather him, her touch slick and smooth. Finally, she took the head of his cock into her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate his size. She was slow at first, her movements tentative. Her mouth was hot and wet and she swirled her tongue around the tip. Maekar groaned, his head falling back, his eyes closing briefly as the sensation of her mouth brought him closer to the edge.

She began to bob her head, her lips sliding up and down his shaft, her tongue working the underside as her hands continued to stroke him. She was sloppy, her spit coating his cock and her moans vibrating against him. He could feel the pleasure building, the tension growing, his body aching with need. He could feel the heat of her mouth, the wetness of her tongue, the firmness of her grip, and it was driving him wild. Many women had taken him with their mouth, but this... this was something else. This was pure, unadulterated bliss.

Maekar's hands reached down to Taena's head, gathering her thick, black hair in his palm, using it to guide her movements as she sucked him. His grip was firm, his touch rough, his desire for her consuming him. He began to control the pace, his hips thrusting up to meet her mouth, his cock sliding deeper, hitting the back of her throat.

His other hand reached for the laces in the front of her gown, his fingers fumbling in his haste. Finally, the laces came undone and the front of her gown falling open to reveal her large dusky breasts, her dark nipples hard and eager for his touch. Maekar groaned at the sight, his hand reaching out to fondle her soft breasts.

Her breasts were full and heavy, her skin soft and smooth, her nipples dark and hard. He pinched one between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it, tugging on it, his touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her. Taena moaned around his cock, her eyes looking up at him, her hands gripping his thighs for support.

He began to increase the speed of her suction, his hands guiding her head, his grip tightening in her hair. He was rough, his need for release consuming him. He held her head down, his cock sliding deep into her throat as her nose pressed against his stomach.

Taena struggled to take him, her hands gripping his thighs and her nails almost pierced into his flesh. She gagged, her body convulsing, her eyes watering, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Maekar held her there for a moment longer, his cock throbbing in her throat, before finally releasing her, his grip loosening in her hair.

She pulled back, gasping for air, her body shaking, her face covered in spit, her eyes watering. She coughed, her breath coming in heavy pants. She wiped her mouth with her hands and looked up at him, her eyes a mixture of desire and fear.

He looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust, his body aching with need. He knew he was close, knew that he wouldn't last much longer, but he wasn't ready for this to end. Not yet. Not until he had claimed her completely, not until he had made her his in every way possible.

Maekar stood up abruptly, his cock hitting Taena's face, leaving a trail of her spit glistening on her cheek. He grabbed her by the hair again, pulling her up from the ground, her dress still clinging to her body, her tits exposed, her nipples hard and eager for his touch.

He kissed her again, his mouth claiming hers, tasting himself on her lips. His hands found their way under her skirt, his fingers tracing the line of her thigh. He could feel the heat of her desire for him soaking through her small clothes.

He broke the kiss, his eyes locked onto hers. "You're so wet for me, Taena," he growled, his fingers rubbing her cunt through the soaked fabric, her moans filling the air, her body pressing against his. "You're dripping, you whore. You want this, don't you? You want my cock inside you, fucking you, claiming you."

Taena moaned, her head falling back, her eyes closed, her body trembling with desire. Maekar's fingers continued to rub her, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. He could feel her growing wetter, her body responding to his touch, her hips grinding against his hand.

With a sudden, violent motion, he ripped off her small clothes, the sound of tearing fabric filling the air. His fingers found her bare cunt, her wetness coating his fingers, her moans growing louder, her body trembling with need.

"Look at you," he growled, his voice low and rough, his fingers sliding through her folds, her juices coating his fingers. "You're so wet."

Taena moaned, her head resting on his chest. Maekar slid a finger inside her, her knees buckled and her body convulsed with pleasure. He could feel her tightness, her heat, and it drove him wild.

"Please," she begged, her voice breaking, her eyes looking up at him, filled with desire and need. "Please, fuck me. I can't take this anymore. I need you inside me. Please."

He did not obey but continued to tease her with his fingers. He kissed her neck, his lips trailing a path of kisses down her sensitive skin. His hands caressed her bare ass under her skirt, squeezing, kneading, his touch was rough and possessive.

Taena's hands found his cock again, her fingers wrapping around the thick shaft, her grip firm as she began to jerk him, her movements frantic, her breathing labored. Maekar's kisses on her neck and his fingers in her cunt were driving her wild , her entire body was aching with need, her desire for him consumed her.

They kissed again, their mouths clashing, their tongues dancing. Suddenly, he realized she was still fully dressed, her gown a barrier between them. With a growl of impatience, he grabbed the laces of her gown, tugging at them, his fingers fumbling in his haste. The laces snapped, the sound of tearing fabric filling the air as her gown fell to the floor, leaving her standing before him in her underclothes.

Taena protested playfully, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "That was my favorite dress," she pouted, her hands on her hips, her body on display for him.

Maekar smiled. "I'll buy you a better one," he promised with a wink. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her.

Taena stood before him, her body a vision of perfection. Her dusky skin glowed in the dim light of the solar, her dark, erect nipples begging for his touch, her large, soft tits heaving with each breath. Her cunt was unshaved, hiding the dark folds of her cunt. Her ass was large and round, her curves generous, her body was a temple he was eager to worship at. She looked up at him with her dark eyes, her lips parted, her teeth biting down on her lower lip in anticipation.

Maekar growled, his cock throbbing with need, his body aching with desire. He picked her up, his hands gripping her ass, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her to his desk, sweeping the surface clear with one arm, papers and parchments flying off, scattering across the floor. He didn't care about the mess, didn't care about anything but claiming her, fucking her, making her his.

He set her down on the edge of the desk, her legs spread wide for him, her cunt on display. He could see the dark folds, the pink inside, her wetness glistening in the light. He lined up his cock with her entrance, teasing her, his tip rubbing against her, coating himself in her juices.

Taena pleaded with him, her voice a breathy moan, her body trembling with need. "Please," she begged, her eyes locked onto his, her hands gripping the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white. "Please, fuck me. I can't take this anymore. Please..."

He grabbed her hips, his touch rough, and with one swift motion, he entered her, she gasped loudly, her body convulsing with pleasure. His thrusts were fast and powerful, his hips moving with a primal rhythm as he fucked her. She moaned wildly, her voice filling his solar, her hands gripping the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair. Her body moved with his, her hips meeting his thrusts.

"Oh gods, yes!" she cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain, her body trembling with each thrust. Maekar could feel her cunt gripping him, her walls slick and wet, her heat enveloping him. His cock slid in and out of her, her juices coating him. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust, his breath coming in labored gasps.

"Did your husband ever fuck you like this?" he growled, his voice low and rough, his hips moving faster, his cock thrusting deeper. "Did his cock fill you like mine does? Did he make you feel like this?"

Taena moaned, her head thrashing from side to side, her eyes closed, her body convulsing with pleasure. "No," she gasped, her voice a breathy moan, her hands gripping his head tighter, her nails digging into his scalp. "You... you're so... so big. He never... never filled me like this… Oh gods, yes!"

Her moans were wild, primal, her voice filled with a hunger that matched his own. She cried out with each thrust, her body trembling. "Oh gods, yes!" she screamed again, her voice echoing through the solar, her body convulsing with pleasure.

As he continued to fuck Taena relentless thrusts, she grew too tired to hold onto him. Her hands slipped from his head, and she lay back on the desk, her body trembling with each forceful movement. Maekar grabbed her legs, lifting them onto his shoulders, giving him deeper access to her slick cunt. Taena gripped the sides of the table, her knuckles white, her body arching with each thrust.

Maekar's cock slid in and out of her, the sound of their flesh meeting filling the room. The sight of her laid out before him, her body open and vulnerable, drove him wild with lust.

He used his arms to caress her tits, his hands squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, his fingers pinching her dark nipples. Taena moaned loudly, her body convulsing with each touch.

"Oh gods, yes!…My prince…My prince" she cried out, her voice filled with ecstasy, her body trembling with each thrust. “Don't stop, please don't stop!"

"Oh, you are a wild one, aren't you? I knew you were wasted on that fat fool. How does it feel to be taken by a real man?" Maekar growled.

"Oh fuck, yes!" she screamed.

“What would your husband think, Taena if he saw you like this?” he asked.

“Oh gods…Fuck him” she breathed as her eyes met his again.

Suddenly Maekar pulled out of her his cock feeling the cold air as it left the warmth of her cunt.

“Why did you stop?” she panted.

He did not say a word as he helped her up from the desk, and then lay down on it himself, his body glistening with sweat. She understood his intentions and quickly climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, her body trembling with anticipation. Maekar positioned his cock at her entrance, and she slowly lowered herself onto him, a moan escaped her lips as he filled her once again.

Taena began to bob up and down Maekar, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. Her dusky skin was slick with sweat, glistening in the dim light of the solar, her hair clinging to her neck and shoulders. She moaned loudly, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, her hands gripping his chest for support.

"You are filling me completely!" she said softly , her voice filled with ecstasy and with her body trembling with each movement. "Oh, my prince, you feel so good."

Maekar's hands roamed over her body, he caressed her tits and her waist. He then smacked her ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room, her moans growing louder with each strike.

She began to ride him faster, her hips moving in a frenzied rhythm, her body slamming down onto his, their flesh meeting with a loud, wet slap. She soon began to tire and slow down realizing what was happening he grabbed her hips and flipped her over, reversing their positions.

They both laughed as they nearly slipped off the desk as their bodies were slick with sweat making the table wet and slippery beneath them. Maekar entered her again, his cock sliding deep into her cunt.

He fucked Taena with powerful, relentless thrusts, his hips moving with a powerful pace, his cock slid in and out of her slick cunt. She moaned loudly, her body trembling with each movement, her breath coming in short, labored gasps. He could feel her growing closer to the edge, her cunt gripping him tighter, her walls clenching around him.

"Yes..yes.. yes!" she cried out, her voice filled with ecstasy. "Oh, my prince, I'm so close. Don't stop, please don't stop!"

Maekar could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing. He fucked her harder, his thrusts powerful and deep. Suddenly, she screamed, her body trembling with pleasure, her cunt clenching around him, her orgasm exploding through her.

Maekar could feel his own orgasm building, the pleasure growing, the tension becoming unbearable. With a final, powerful thrust, he pulled out of her, his cock throbbing.

He came with a groan, his cock pulsing, his cum spilling onto her stomach, coating her dusky skin in a thick, white layer of his seed. He collapsed onto the desk beside her, his body exhausted.

Taena laid beside him breathing heavily still on the high of her release. She looked down at the cum on her stomach, her fingers tracing through it, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and desire. She brought her fingers to her mouth, tasting him.

"You should have spilled inside me," she murmured, her voice soft.

Maekar laughed, his eyes filled with amusement. "Oh, you would love that, wouldn't you?" he said, his voice a low growl.

Taena smiled, her eyes filled with a playful spark. "I need a new dress," she muttered, her voice weary.

Maekar took her hand, bringing it to his lips and planted a gentle kiss on it. "I told you, I'll buy you a new one," he said, winking at her.

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So second part or just end it here...