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Oberyn

Oberyn could still feel the warmth of her skin on his lips. Oh, how pale she was. He never understood why men in the other Kingdoms wanted their women to be as pale as possible. Shows they don't work their fields., Ellaria had explained to him.

Normally he'd prefer women with darker skin, but she was an exception. She always was. She smelled of lavender and roses. What a lovely scent for a person like her, he thought.

She was so sure of herself, but he had managed to topple that a bit.

Right now he couldn't help but find himself wanting to know what she tasted like. What her lips felt like on his chest. Her body pressed against his. Her suffocated groan had almost made him hard and he had only been a step away from taking her right then and there. Seeing her so helpless and melting under the slightest touch was quite amusing.

And fucking the Queen Regent against the nearest wall was anything but an unpleasant thought. She would've protested in her own way, maybe even bitten him like a wildcat, always on the edge between pain and lust. But that would've turned him on even more.

No doubt, she was a challenge, but no one had ever won anything without a fight.

Oberyn yawned. The sea voyage had been exhausting and he was glad to have solid ground under his feet again. At least tasting the Queen Regent was an apology for eating fish and seeing nothing more than water for weeks. Ellaria hadn't been happy with his final choice to give this betrothal a try, but she had accepted it.

As soon as he took a step into his lovers chambers, a hand grabbed his cock. The woman's grasp was so tight that he was hardly able to breathe.

"Ellaria.", was everything that escaped his mouth. His tiredness went away in seconds.

Her grasp tightened even more. Oberyn took a sharp breath. "Where have you been?", she asked. "At the brothel again? Without me? You smell of lavender."

"I was with the Queen Regent." Oberyn had no intention of denying it. Why should he? Ellaria was his other half, he could never lie to her. He looked through him as if she was studying his soul.

"Ah, I see. With your beloved, enchanting lioness.", she said with a crooked smile.

"Don't be petty." He wasn't used to her being like that. Jealousy had never been a thing in their relationship. Was she really jealous or did she simply enjoy mocking him a bit? Probably it was the latter.

"I'm not petty. Just curious, as always. Did you fuck her?" She didn't take her hand off of him.

Oh, I wish, Oberyn thought but kept his thoughts to himself. By all the gods he didn't believe in, he didn't love her. No, he didn't even like her. But he wanted her. He wanted her with every fibre of his being; he wanted her to suffer, to moan, to scream in pleasure.

"No.", was all he said as an answer. "I didn't."

But Ellaria didn't seem to be pleased with that.

She inched closer to him, so close that she was able to touch his lips with hers for a moment. "Your precious queen... You want her, don't you? You want that Lannister." She spitted the word Lannister out as if it was an insult.

The way she said it, it was a fact. Not a question. She didn't wait for him to answer—not that he needed to.

"Take off your pants and let me show you what that Lannister could never do, my love."

When she let go of him, he threw his pants into the corner of the room before she could say another word.

He wanted her. And he wanted her now.

Oberyn watched how Ellaria slowly opened the brooch that held her cloths together and let them sink to the ground. The view that unfolded before him was as stunning as usual.

He grinned as he covered her left breast with his hand and let the other one slide between her legs.

"Oberyn.", she whispered as two of his fingers entered her.

She was wet for him already. He knew her body almost as well as his own. There was no inch of her skin he hadn't kissed, no part of her body he hadn't explored. She had been a virgin when he first met her. Well, almost.

With a single movement, Ellaria pushed Oberyn onto the bed and positioned herself on top of him. The Dornishman grinned. He knew exactly what she was about to do. Shortly after she had placed a gentle kiss on his now bare chest, she guided him into her. Her moans sounded like music in Oberyn's ears. She never made an effort to be quiet and neither did he.

As he pushed himself deep into her again and again, he grabbed her waist with both his hands. She picked up the pace until it was so fast that Oberyn could barely breathe anymore.

He did something that he had never done before while he was fucking Ellaria. He closed his eyes. Ellaria didn't even seem to notice. She was busy biting his chin.

"Oberyn.", she gasped.

An arousing image formed before his eyes as soon as he had shut them: The Queen Regent on top of him, strands of her golden hair tickling his chest, her lips moaning and whispering and screaming his name.

I'm just curious, he thought to himself (as much as he was able to think at that moment). Might try something new. Nothing wrong with that.

"More", Ellaria moaned. "Harder, harder."

Oberyn grabbed her ass and pushed his hips upwards one final time, so intense that for a second he thought that he might have broken her.

Ellaria collapsed on top of him, her cunt tightening around his cock as she almost screamed in pleasure.

That was when Oberyn came, too, maybe harder than ever before with his eyes still closed.

"Cersei", he moaned. And again, "Cersei."

He almost didn't feel the pain of the rough slap on his cheek. His whole body was shaking in pleasure, not processing the name that had just come out of his mouth.

When he opened his eyes, Ellaria was standing in front of him, next to the bed, with her arms crossed.

"I knew it.", she said.

Oberyn sat up on the bed and looked at her. "I don't love her. How could I?"

Ellaria nodded. "I know. But you want her. I don't have a problem with you fucking other men or women or both at once. But with her, it's different. She's a Lannister. Everything you despise combined within one person. And you're picturing her riding you while I'm doing it?"

"Maybe I need to fuck her one single time. Then the thought won't be that exciting anymore." He scratched his chin.

"And you think she'll let you do that?", Ellaria laughed out loud. "You're not related to her. I thought you were smarter than that."

No matter how much he didn't want to hear it, she was telling the truth. If he wanted to fuck her, he'd have to rape her. And rape was one of the things he despised above everything else.

He was used to getting what he wanted, but he'd have to work for it this time. At least she hadn't been averse to letting him kiss her neck. That was a good sign.

"She will.", he answered with as much self-confidence in his voice as possible. "You'll see."

"Before or after you marry her?"

"Before. So long as I marry her in the first place."

"Alright", Ellaria grinned. "Let's bet. I say you won't get her to fuck you. If I win, you won't marry her under any circumstances."

Oberyn looked at her for a moment. "And if I win, you will go straight to her and her father and tell them how happy you are that I get to marry the most beautiful woman in the world, Cersei Lannister."

He smirked.

She smirked, too.

"Deal."

Another chapter, woohoo! Naughty Oberyn.
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