This chapter will have that scene on the ship you all have been waiting for. If some of you are not into that, I'll let you know where it starts and where it ends.

Lyra was on the cliffs of Dragonstone again with her back resting in Ghost's white fur. Her eyes were closed, but she wasn't sleeping. Its been three days since they returned from King's Landing, so she took the time to recuperate from sea travel before they had to make the voyage back to the North. Ever since that summit at the Dragonpit, she has been avoiding the Dragon King. She knew the answer to his proposal, but she struggled on how to tell him after swearing to remain neutral in the war for the throne.

Her sightless eyes opened when she sensed a familiar person approach her and Ghost. "Your Grace."

Aegon smiled to himself when Lyra spoke to him, her strange ability to sense him near her never fails to impress him. "You always knew when I was close to you." he said as the wind blew his red cape that was held onto him by the chain with a three headed dragon on his shoulder.

Lyra laughed softly, "And you always seem to know where to find me." she said as she turned her head to face Aegon's direction.

"Hard not to, Ghost is always with you. That hardly leaves you inconspicuous." Aegon said as he got closer to her.

Lyra followed the sound of his movements and was mildly surprised to feel him sit in front of her on the grassy field. "You also wander these fields many times over staying within the fortress." Aegon stated, having observed the Northern Queen's tendency to go outside with her direwolf.

Lyra smiled, "I never did like the feeling of being trapped behind stone walls. I guess its the blood of wolves in my veins. Direwolves are not meant to be in cages."

"Just as dragons are not slaves." Aegon added with smile of his own before it faded away. "I wanted to talk to you about your answer."

There it was, the moment she dreaded but knew needed to be dealt with. She pushed herself forward to sit upright with Ghost laying around her, as though his massive body was her fortress. Taking a deep breath, she stared at where she knew Aegon sat before her. "I've thought long and hard about it these past few weeks, I've even consulted with Ser Davos. A marriage between us would indeed solidify our alliance, overthrow Cersei, repair damages between the North and the South. Spending the rest of my life with you would not be bad either, I find you quite likeable, impulsive and temperamental at times, but likeable all the same." she took another deep breath, "However, I cannot accept the role as your wife."

Aegon felt his heart crack at her answer. "Lyra, if this is about your bastard status, I told it doesn't matter to me."

"It's not about that...this time." Lyra began, "We need Cersei's cooperation, and her armies to fight the dead. The only way we were able to secure her help is for me and the North to remain neutral in your fight for the iron throne once the dead are defeated. A marriage between us would make her question my vows of neutrality. If she catches wind of any sort of betrothal between us she will recede her armies and leave us with less man power." she rationalized to Aegon after weighing her options on his proposal which would more than likely affect Cersei's agreement to help them.

Aegon was hurt by her rejection, but he understood the reason behind it. Her devotion to save the living has always risen above her personal happiness. That's one of the main reasons why he found her a perfect candidate as his Queen. But the other reason was this strange attraction to her, this unfounded desire to be in her company all the time. He can never explain it, but having her beside him felt natural, it calmed his nerves and quelled the loneliness he's ignored for many years since his wife's death.

Aegon sighed and bowed his head, "Will that be your answer then?"

"Yes. I'm sorry." Lyra apologized as she felt something twist in her gut when she sensed pain inside of him.

"Don't be. It's your decision. I don't like it, but I understand and respect the reasoning behind it." Aegon said before he smiled ruefully, "I will be honest with you though, my proposal isn't solely based on political advantage and warfare. No, I chose you because I felt I can trust you to protect this country, even from myself should the need arise." He rose to his feet, not taking his eyes off her as the wind blew his cape in her direction. "It truly is a waste, just when I finally found someone worthy of being Queen."

"Sorry to have disappointed you." Lyra regretfully said as his scent filled her nose thanks to the wind, he always smelt of sunlight and smoke, not unpleasant, but rather soothing compared to everything else.

"It's alright, I forgive you." Aegon said before he turned on his heel and walked back to the fortress. A frown made its way onto his face as he left Lyra behind on the cliffs.

Aegon laid in his cabin quarters on the boat sailing to White Harbor. In the dim light provided by the full moon through the small window, his eyes traced patterns on the ceiling above him. He could never find sleep no matter how much he tried. He wore a simple white tunic, brown trousers, his feet were bare, and his silver hair was free from his braids.

It has been two days since his proposal was turned down by the very woman he wanted to be married to. Since that day on the cliffs, he and Lyra have barely spoken to one another unless it was on warfare at council meetings. To say that things were awkward was an understatement seeing how there was now a distance between the two monarchs. It was this emotional distance that unsettled the Dragon King, he felt pitiful and lonely without her company, and he wasn't ashamed to admit that he missed her.

He blames Cersei for Lyra's refusal. Had that Mad Bitch not named those conditions, the Northern Queen would belong to him in the eyes of Gods of Old and New. Yet he also blames himself for wanting Lyra so much despite only knowing her for only a short time. She was truly unlike any woman he has seen or met, she carries so much on her shoulders and tries to remain strong for her people who place all their hopes on their leader. Behind that hardened cold front she displays for enemies and allies, he saw glimpses of vulnerability and pain from years of war and grief from losing members of her family.

Memories of the horrific scars that decorated her body stirred many things inside of him, the curiosity on how she survived those injuries, and the powerful instinct to protect her from the pain she silently carries. He can't deny the fact that he is drawn to her, physically and emotionally, and the mystery that surrounds her only strengthens his desire to know more about the blind warrior.

He raised his hand and traced the air above him, picturing Lyra over him, giving him that small gentle smile as he caressed her face. "Who are you Lyra Snow?" he whispered as he remembered her pale eyes staring right at him, but never seeing him. He found himself wondering about the mystery behind her loss of sight and how she was still able to fight despite it all. She always has that faraway expression whenever she is alone with Ghost.

'You can't see me, yet you're always looking at something beyond that darkness.' He thought to himself as he remembered how her eyes seem to have this feint iridescent glow whenever she stared off in the distance.

Aegon sat up and stared at the door in contemplation, internally fighting whether or not he should do what his heart and body has desired for many weeks.

Lyra could never sleep, not with the constant swaying of the fucking boat...also because of a certain someone on her mind. Ghost wasn't there to bring her comfort this time, hard for him to be in enclosed spaces given his size. So the Northern Queen's steadfast protector opted to sit on the deck under the stars and moon.

There she sat, on the ground at the foot of her bed in a meditative position the way Melisandre taught her as she tried to clear her mind of the Dragon King and focus on her most recent dreams that kept coming to her night after night. It's the same dream every night while she slept, a Direwolf and a Dragon circling each other. The Direwolf looked so much like Ghost except for the scars on its chest, while the Dragon, who she initially thought was Aegon's soul, except this one looked a little smaller and had a more whitish-blue color to its scales, and its eyes were a much lighter shade of purple. The Dragon and the Direwolf are always circling around each other, as though they are ready to fight, but neither bared their fangs. It wasn't until she heard the sound of a harp playing in the distance did something happen. The Dragon breathed fire, but didn't direct it at the Direwolf, the Direwolf howled as ice formed beneath its paws and snow surrounded them. Snow and flame danced around each other, never extinguishing, never melting. The storm became so strong that it soon concealed them from the world. When the wind, flame and snow finally dissipated, Lyra was faced with something that sent chills down her spine. It was herself. The copy was smiling at her as though she was an old friend. Then she held her hand out to Lyra, beckoning her to take it. For some reason or other, she felt terror course through her veins. It was her, but at the same time it wasn't her. She wanted to take her hand, but was afraid to. The confusion and fear caused her to hyperventilate. Even as the copy stared at her with sad yet hopeful eyes, Lyra did not want to come near the person wearing her face. Lyra shook her head to deny its existence and ran away from it. She woke up panting and sweating afterwards. She tried very hard to interpret that dream, what it was trying to tell her, yet something deep within her was scared of the answer.

The knock on the door startled her out of her thoughts. She gasped softly in surprise before she slowly stood up, using the bed behind her for support then carefully looked for the door with her hands. The moment her fingers found the handle, she opened the door and was hit by the familiar comforting smell. "Your Grace?"

Aegon was silent as he stared at Lyra's pale gaze. For once he was glad she couldn't see him because he knew his eyes held nervousness and slight fear right now. But his internal fear became smaller when he noticed her state of dress, wearing nothing but a grey sleeping tunic that billowed around her figure and fell almost off one shoulder which gave him a slight peak at the swell of her bosom and the edge of her scars. She still wore her trousers, but her feet and ankles were bare. To him, she looked both innocent and seductive.

"Is something wrong?" Lyra asked the strangely silent monarch who appeared outside of her cabin.

Aegon swallowed his saliva, "Yes. Can I come in?"

Lyra was silent for a moment as she listened to his voice, it sounded strained, as though it was hard for him to speak. Without saying a word, she stepped aside and allowed him to enter her room. Once Aegon passed through the doorway, she quietly closed it behind him then relocked it.

Aegon faced her as she turned away from the door. "I'm sorry to disturb you like this." he apologized, not sure how else to break this stifling awkwardness between them.

Lyra sighed quietly, "You disturbed nothing. I can no longer sleep anymore."

"Why?" Aegon asked, concerned when he noticed the shadows under her eyes.

"It's...complicated." Lyra closed her eyes, unable to answer him truthfully or lie to him either.

"What about you? Why can't you sleep?" It was Lyra's turn to ask the King.

Aegon hesitated to answer that question. "Um, about that... well... it's... complicated?" He felt the strong urge to impale himself with his own sword for how that came out.

Lyra felt the corner of her mouth go up. For some reason, he sounded adorable, like a little boy caught sneaking out doing something mischievous. "Well, I'm open to listen to what you need to say. It's all any of us can do on this boat." she said comfortingly in an effort to relieve Aegon of some of his discomfort.

Aegon quietly sighed out longingly at the way her eyes softened at him. "That's the thing." he somberly began, "I fear that talking will not help, at least not for me." He was fighting with himself, trying so hard to contain himself within her presence. Being in a small room on a ship in the middle of the ocean was not a good idea.

Lyra sensed a change in the air around Aegon. It was much hotter now than normal. Before it was more controlled, contained in a hearth to keep from spreading. Now, it felt like the entire room was being engulfed in flames, and it was slowly surrounding her. But she wasn't scared. She could not figure out why, and it confused her when she felt her skin becoming hot underneath the sleeping tunic. She didn't know what possessed her, all she knew was that her feet shuffled towards the source of the heat, towards Aegon.

Aegon's eyes widened as she raised her hand out to search for him, her feet carried her towards him in slow careful movements in the swaying ship. His hand reached out to catch hers, engulfing her little fingers in his large ones. Gently, he pulled her towards him until their bodies were almost touching. Lyra's pale eyes stared up at where she knew Aegon's eyes were. His heat surrounded her, and seemed to block out everything around them. Her thumb stroked the skin of Aegon's hand before her fingers wove together with his. With a soft smile and quiet longing in her eyes, she spoke in a low and tender voice, "Then don't talk."

Aegon slowly and hesitantly raised his other hand to her face and caressed her delicate cheekbones with the knuckles of his fingers. He smiled when she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. His fingers combed through her soft dark tresses as he cupped her cheek. Her smile was soft and full of hope as she looked up at him. Unable to find the will to fight his desire anymore, he slowly dipped his head down and gave her a soft loving kiss.

Lyra was not sure what she was expecting when she felt his breath on her face. She knew he was going to kiss her, but she did not anticipate the feelings that came the moment his lips locked with hers. The first time she was kissed was by her Wildling friend Ygritte, who she could not return her feelings. The kiss was exactly like Ygritte, wild, but it did not awaken feelings. Aegon, on the other hand, there were too many feelings for her to describe. His kiss awakened so many things inside her that she did not realize existed. The heat she felt before consumed her, and Gods help her she could not find it in herself to care if the fire turned her to ashes. All she could feel in that heat was want, need, desire, euphoria, passion, lust, and love.

'Love?' Lyra opened her eyes, not realizing she closed them when Aegon consumed her with that kiss. The arm that hung limp at her side came up as she unwove her other hand from his and trailed her fingers along his arms until the settled on his shoulders. Lyra could not think, she needed something to hold onto to keep her steady from the overwhelming feelings washing over her as she returned the kiss.

Aegon smiled when he felt her return his kiss in the same manner as his arms wound themselves around her waist to pull her closer to deepen the kiss. They broke apart when the need for air became too apparent. Both were breathless as they held each other. Aegon felt his desire for Lyra rise higher when he saw lust within her pale eyes. Unable to contain himself anymore, he picked her up and carried her to the bed. Lyra yelped in surprise which soon turned into a laugh as she wrapped her legs around his waist to keep from falling.

*Lemon Begins*

Aegon laid Lyra on her back and held himself over her with his hands planted beside her head and one of his knees between her legs. He couldn't help admire her like this, laying there before his eyes with her dark hair fanned out around her head like a halo, her eyes filled with lust and wonder, and her face flushed from that kiss. Truly she did not realize just how breathtakingly beautiful she is compared to everyone else.

Lyra felt his eyes on her, and it both frightened and excited her. She wished now more than ever to see him with her own eyes, to look upon him just like everyone who beheld the last Targaryen. Her fingers twitched from their place on his shoulders, even without her eyes, there are other ways for her to see him. Shyly, her hand trailed a path from his shoulders up to the neck before they hovered just a hairsbreadth from the sides of his face. "I want to see you." she whispered to him, quietly asking him to let her touch him.

Aegon smiled at her request. His right hand came up to her left hand and placed it against his cheek. He heard her gasp as he reveled in the feel of her warm fingers against his face. "You can see me as much as you wish my Queen." Aegon whispered against her skin before he placed a kiss to her fingers.

Lyra felt her insides flutter at his words and actions. She gulped down her nervousness as her other hand found his face. Slowly, almost shyly, she traced the contours of his face, his cheekbones, his lips, his nose, his eyes, forehead, even his hair. She could only gasp as he mind painted the picture her hands helped her create. This man, he was handsome, inhumanly so. "Beautiful." Lyra whispered out as she felt him smile under her hands. She ran her fingers through his soft silky hair, admiring it texture and picturing the silver coloring she knew the descendants of Valyria possessed.

Feeling bold, she pulled his face down to hers in order to kiss him on the lips. Aegon obliged her request and gave her a tender passionate kiss that ignited that fire within their bodies. Lyra's hands impatiently tugged on the cloth of his tunic, wanting so badly to see more of him without any barriers blocking her. Aegon smiled against her lips when he felt her frantically clawing at his shirt. He broke the kiss in order to help her remove the tunic and tossed it behind him on the floor. He returned to his position over Lyra as her hands touched his bare chest. Watching her expression morph from lust to curiosity when her fingers encountered one of the numerous scars that decorated his body.

With feather-like touches, she traced one of the scars on his chest, "Blade." she whispered as she felt the scar. Her curiosity never left as her hands found more scars on his body. "Arrow." she touched the mark on his shoulder that was similar to the one on her back. "Shackle." she caressed the scar around his neck as her face held sorrow. Both hands found his back, "Whips." she unconsciously pulled herself closer to him as she felt the numerous scars littering his back.

Aegon wrapped his arms around her back and held her tightly as her hands soothed the marks of his enslavement. "It's all in the past." he assured her as he ran his fingers through her hair.

He gasped when he felt her lips kiss the scar around his neck. He pulled back slightly as Lyra soothingly caressed the spot she kissed. "They feel like they still hurt though." she whispered against his skin, a sad smile graced her lips.

If it was possible, Aegon wanted her more for her simple yet meaningful action. He cupped face and kissed her once more with her lips mimicking and dancing in time with his. The hand that wasn't touching her face snuck under her shirt to caress her pale skin. She gasped against his mouth, but made no move to stop him as he gently pulled the tunic from her body. She sighed in relief as she raised her arms to help him remove the cloth from her heated skin. She vaguely heard the tunic hit the floor beside the bed as Aegon gently pushed her to lay on her back again.

Lyra could feel his eyes on her half-naked form and felt somewhat self-conscious because of the brutal scars on her chest. One of her hands came up to hide the scar over her heart. She gasped softly when his hand enclosed over the one on her heart. She could feel his breath on her face and knew they were just an inch away from each other.

"Do they still hurt?" He asked when he saw her discomfort over her most prominent scars. He watched her eyes turn sad before she answered, "Not physically, but the memory behind them do."

His jaw clenched when he felt a very strong urge to protect her, to take away all the hurt she's endured for many years. He gently pulled her hand away from her chest and lowered his face to kiss the edge of her scars. He heard her gasp in surprise when he touched her marks, her other hand holding onto his shoulder as he continued to give her soothing kisses to her wounds.

The hand holding hers entwined both fingers together while his other hand came up to left breast and surrounded the milky flesh. This caused to gasp again at the unexpected wonderful touch. She moaned softly when he began to gently knead her breast and lightly pinch her nipple that soon began to harden. His lips trailed to her other breast and started kissing her other nipple with as much affection as he gave to her lips.

Lyra felt the heat inside her rising higher as her body shivered in sweet delight. While her right hand was held by his, her left combed through Aegon's hair in an attempt to return his touches and cope with her desire for more. Her body arched when he trailed his kisses from her breast to her tummy. She gasped out and giggle when he dipped his tongue into her belly button before stopping at the top of her pants. She whimpered at the loss of warmth when he suddenly stood up. She gasped when she felt his hands hook into the top of her trousers and began to pull them off her legs which she raised to help remove them.

There she lay completely bare for his eyes only. Despite the battle scars that littered her body, she was so damn beautiful, from her hair, her slender neck, her slim yet toned body all the way to her toes. Unable to take being constrained, he freed himself of his own trousers, letting his hardened friend out from its confines. Now they were both naked as the day of their birth.

He hooked his elbows underneath her thighs and dragged her towards him until her lower half dangled the edge of the bed. Lyra was confused and slightly scared at his action, but knew he would never hurt her intentionally. She gasped when his lips kissed her thighs, dangerously close to her core before he gently pried them apart. Lyra's pale face turned bright red when she realized that he was staring directly at her most sacred place. She wanted to close her legs, but Aegon had already place her leg over his shoulder. She swallowed nervously when she felt his hot breath touch her aching core.

Feeling her tension, one of his hands came up to weave with hers once again to help her hold onto something. His attention went back to her precious place and could not help the arousal he felt when he caught the scent it exuded. He placed kisses on the inside of her thighs, listening to her gasps and moans as he felt her squeeze his hand in response. His eyes caught the sweet nectar leak out of her from his ministrations, a sure sign of her own arousal. He swallowed his saliva as his mouth tingled in anticipation of her taste. With painfully slow movements, he kissed his way closer to her core, relishing in the way she shudders and gasp at his touch. His eyes were half-lidded when he finally got to her core, scent was almost too much for him. With his right hand, he separated her outer lips with his index and middle finger and saw more nectar flow out of her. With a small grin he kissed her core with gentle yet passionate intensity.

Lyra arched her back the moment his mouth latched onto her core. Her mouth gaped open in shock and pleasure, unable to make a sound until he started running his tongue up her slit and over her precious jewel. She gasped and moaned at the indescribable pleasure shooting through her from his mouth in that place. And with her blindness, her sense of touch increased, and apparently so did this pleasure. It was too much for her to bear.

'So this is what Lyra tastes like. Delicious.' Aegon thought as he exposed her clit with his fingers and sucked on it, eliciting more moans from the Northern Queen who bucked wildly against his mouth. Deciding to be bold and take it one step further, he traced the inner lips, carefully lubricating his middle finger before he slowly eased the digit into her channel. He moved his finger in and out of her until he encounter her barrier. He paused in his sucking and looked up at her in surprise, "Lyra, is this your first time?"

Lyra was breathless from his attentions but answered nonetheless, "Y-Yes...there was...no one...until you."

Aegon felt joy and a hint of pride at being her first lover. 'And her last.' He added in his head, feeling possessive now more than ever. No way will he ever share this precious beauty. With that thought in mind, he sucked more insistently while thrusting his finger, intending to give her the best pleasure she will only know until the end of time. Once she was completely used to one finger, he decided to add another, slowly stretching her and preparing for what's to come.

"Egg!" Lyra gasped out, "Something's...happening! Oh Gods!" she grabbed his hair frantically when the pleasure intensify to the point where she felt she will explode.

"It's okay love. Just bear with me." Aegon's voice was muffled against her folds as he increased the pace in his fingers and mouth that would surely drive her insane.

Lyra pulled at his hair as though it was the last strands of her sanity when she felt the pleasure mount to unbelievable heights. It wasn't until it finally crashed over her that she experienced her first orgasm. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her entire body shook from the intensity of her orgasm as her body profusely leaked out nectar.

Aegon drank every last drop of everything that was Lyra. Giving her the greatest pleasure filled him with pride as he crawled up to the dazed Northerner to give her a kiss.

Lyra tasted herself on his tongue and felt aroused again despite that earth shattering orgasm she experienced. Her arms found their way around Aegon as he lifted her further up until they were in the middle of the bed. She gasped when she felt something hard brush against her thigh. She broke the kiss and stared above her in wonder and fear and rasped out, "Is that...?"

Aegon stroked her hair as he stared into her eyes. "Yes it is." he answered for her then clenched his teeth, "If you want to stop right now you can tell me. I won't take you unless you feel you're ready."

Lyra stared above her into the darkness where Aegon was. Never had she felt such euphoria with anyone before him. Just being close to him made her feel overwhelming joy, one she was afraid to have, but also terrified to let go of. This is her first time, and it may very well be the only time before she fights the Long Night.

Her hands came up to cup his cheeks and gave him her firm resolve, "I'm not afraid. I know it's going to hurt, but I trust you." A tear streamed down her face, "If I'm going to die in battle, I want to at least know what it feels like to be loved like this, if only for a moment."

Aegon brushed her tear away as he lowered his forehead to hers. "It won't be just for a moment. It can be all the time if that is your wish." He stroked her cheekbone tenderly, "Is this truly what you want?" he gave her one last chance to back out.

Lyra smiled up at him, "Yes. I want you."

Aegon felt himself throb painfully and impatiently. "I hope you'll forgive me then, because it's been too long for me." he said as he tried so hard to stay in control of himself.

Lyra nodded, "I trust you. Just please be gentle."

Aegon took his member and rubbed himself against her core to lubricate himself to make the process a little easier for them. She moaned softly at the feeling and could not stop her hips from rising to meet his. Once he was ready, he lined himself to her as she wrapped her arms around him. "Ready love?" Aegon asked, his voice rough from the overwhelming lust and desire.

Lyra nodded, "Yes." With that one word, he pushed forward. She shivered at the feeling and held onto him tightly when he encountered her barrier. With as much gentlness as he could muster, he pierced through her virginity. Her cries were swallowed by Aegon who latched his mouth onto hers to muffle any sound that came out. He grunted when her nails clawed at his back. There will definitely be some fresh marks in the morning. He kept himself still with tremendous effort as he sucked on her neck to help ease her pain.

Lyra clenched her teeth at the necessary pain radiating from her core. She knew he was bigger than her, but she never imagined he'd be that big. This hurt worse than being stabbed by knives, but despite that, she knew that this will be the first and only time she will feel this kind of pain. She breathed slowly, in and out, to calm down to will the pain away faster.

After what felt like an eternity for Aegon, he heard her whisper, "I'm okay now Egg. You can move." Aegon slowly pulled out then pushed back in, starting off with a gentle stead pace to avoid hurting her.

Lyra gasped at the movement, while there was slight pain, it was easily overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from inside her. She moaned and sighed at the feeling, relaxing underneath Aegon as she held his shoulders with her hands. Her grip tightened each time he slid back into her, slowly picking up the pace and going deeper. It felt so good, so right. That fire came back much hotter than the last one, and she craved for more. Her hips rose to meet his thrusts and her legs locked around him possessively. She wasn't letting him go anywhere. That thought alone brought a smile to her face as she continued to moan in pleasure.

Aegon grunted each time he sank into her warmth. It has been a long time since he last bedded a woman, and the wait was absolutely worth it. He was all too familiar with physical pleasure, but with her it was something more, something beyond bodies entwined in passion. Looking at her face contorted in pleasure, holding her, being held by her and inside her made him feel something he thought he'd never feel since Bravos: home.

Lyra groaned in frustration when he suddenly stopped before he gathered her in his arms and flipped them so she was on top this time. Despite her surprise at their position, she couldn't complain as she felt him still connected to her. Sitting upright with her hands on Aegon's chest for support, she slowly raised herself up before coming back down. She repeated this action until she set a rhythm, and soon enough, she was riding the dragon with untamed passion.

Aegon grunted as he held her hips to guide her in her movements. Yes, this is what he wanted to give her, to show her that there is more than one way to ride a dragon, and this is the best. His hands found hers and wove their fingers together until their palms touched. She threw her head back when he touched a spot that made her breath hitch. "E-Egg...!" she could not speak amid the pleasure as Aegon increased the pace, causing her to bounce with his every thrust. He hit that spot inside her repeatedly until her body shook with her second orgasm that night. Her walls clenched around him, trying to milk him dry, but he wasn't done yet.

During her orgasmic bliss, Aegon pulled her down and locked their lips together in a passionate kiss. His arms wrapped tightly around her, merging their flesh together as he thrusts into her rapidly, prolonging her orgasm while trying to find his. Their screams and moans were muffled by the as they approached that precipice of shared bliss.

"Ly...ra!" Aegon groaned out as he felt his end approaching.

"Egg...Oh Gods... Yes... There...Oh!" Lyra felt another orgasm approaching and knew that this one will be the fatal blow that destroys them both. She grinded against him to meet his rapid thrusts, desperate for that final release. With one final thrust deep inside her, he stilled and reached finished with a groan. His end triggered hers, causing her to quake once again as she felt her walls strangle him, wringing out every last drop of his seed. Aegon sucked on her neck, marking her over and over as they rode out their high. He stayed inside her for a little longer before he lifted her up to remove his cock.

*Lemon Ends*

Lyra fell to her side in sweaty, breathless, exhausted bliss. She released a breathy laugh at the euphoria she experienced. "Incredible." was all she could say as she listened to Aegon catch his breath.

Aegon felt physical and emotional satisfaction from the passionate love making they just did. He let a smile cross his face as pulled the covers around them and pulled her into his embrace with her hair tucked under his chin. "You are also wonderful. I'm sorry for hurting you." he apologized for the pain he caused her first time.

Lyra smiled, "Don't worry. It was a necessary pain. One that made this all worth it. I just never expected a man to be that big...or maybe I was too small." she added humorously.

Aegon's chest vibrated with a chuckle as he ran his hand up and down her back. "Nonsense, we fit perfectly the way man and woman were made to be." he whispered as he kissed the top of her hair.

Lyra's heart thundered in her chest when she felt his lips on her head, such a gesture made her blush as she nuzzled his chest. She decidedly to return the favor by placing a kiss over his heart, feeling a particularly hard thump in response. Closing her eyes, she let his steady heartbeats lull her into well-deserved sleep.

Aegon ran a hand through her hair as he listened to her breath even out. He continued to watch her sleep, memorizing every detail on her face. Seeing her so peaceful made him feel warmth, the kind that gives him comfort and safety. 'This is what home is like.' Aegon thought to himself as he inhaled the lovely rose-like scent that was Lyra. He lifted his other hand to hold her smaller one that laid across his chest, stroking the pale soft skin with his thumb. Aegon felt his eyes get heavy, the last thing he saw as he fell asleep was his Queen's face.

A smile graced both their faces subconsciously as they slept in each other's arms.

They say all good things come to those who wait. Well I'm glad to say that patience has paid off. I wasn't sure how else to end this chapter, but I hope the love scene was to your standards. Thank you all for following and reading this story. Trust me, this is not the last. 'Til next time.