( Even as she comes, with pleasure wracking through her body and fogging her mind, Alicent's desire to bring her son into the depths of bliss with her remains. A fervor-filled hunger fuels her and the desire to be the cause of his slipping into rapturous delight. Each movement makes her more sensitive, setting off a chain reaction that feels like it will never end, but it doesn't stop her — she needs him to come with her.
With that final, aching thrust of his hips and the roll of hers, she feels the forceful throbs as seed spills from him. Hot and sticky against their bellies. Again, it feels wasteful. Making the desire to finally have him inside her all the more apparent, leaving her aching once more despite having just come.
As their grip on one another lessens and they bask in the afterglow, Alicent rests against him. Not worried about the mess between them. Her thighs tremble as she lowers herself, shifting to straddle one of his as she lays against him fully, head nestling against the crook of his neck. Breathing out deeply, she nuzzles her nose against the underside of his jaw, her lips brushing against his lean neck before kissing it once, then twice.
Content and at peace, enjoying the blissfulness that washes over her, Alicent has no desire to leave the sanctuary of his arms. She wonders how long they can get away with this. Could they afford the risk of getting caught in one another's arms if he spends the night? Selfishly, she doesn't want him to leave, she wants to stay like this forever, but she knows ( eventually ) he will have to dress and make his way back to his chambers while navigating the dark innards of the Holdfast. )
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With that final, aching thrust of his hips and the roll of hers, she feels the forceful throbs as seed spills from him. Hot and sticky against their bellies. Again, it feels wasteful. Making the desire to finally have him inside her all the more apparent, leaving her aching once more despite having just come.
As their grip on one another lessens and they bask in the afterglow, Alicent rests against him. Not worried about the mess between them. Her thighs tremble as she lowers herself, shifting to straddle one of his as she lays against him fully, head nestling against the crook of his neck. Breathing out deeply, she nuzzles her nose against the underside of his jaw, her lips brushing against his lean neck before kissing it once, then twice.
Content and at peace, enjoying the blissfulness that washes over her, Alicent has no desire to leave the sanctuary of his arms. She wonders how long they can get away with this. Could they afford the risk of getting caught in one another's arms if he spends the night? Selfishly, she doesn't want him to leave, she wants to stay like this forever, but she knows ( eventually ) he will have to dress and make his way back to his chambers while navigating the dark innards of the Holdfast. )