The Rebirth of the Dragons - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Oberyn Martell. 287AC

Whoever said it was impossible to travel in style had never seen his ship. Oberyn thought.

His personal ship was quite large, and specifically designed for his needs. With a few rooms for any guests he might have, a large dining room, a wine cellar and many other amenities he would find in firm ground.

But the true masterpiece in his opinion was his room.

Decorated in gold, red and orange silks, a large door to the side that led to a balcony, which, if left open, also brought a nice sea breeze. And most importantly, a large comfortable bed covered in silks.

A bed that he was currently trying to extricate himself from. With Ellaria on his right, her head resting on his chest and the shiphand with the large hands and even larger cock they both enjoyed last night on his left, he was quite firmly held down. It took a couple of minutes until he was finally able to free himself from his paramour and their temporary lover, once he was up, he grabbed a goblet from a nearby table and filled it with wine, he then headed towards the balcony opening the door and taking a deep breath enjoying the fresh morning air and the light breeze on his naked body.

He drank from his wine and started planning his day. They would be arriving in Braavos later that morning and he would finally get to see his niece and nephew again, it had been over two years since he'd seen Rhaenys, and an even longer time since he'd seen Aegon. Even better was the fact that he would still be there for Rhaenys' name day in a week.

Even if the reason he would be able to visit was because of his brother's greed.

He still didn't understand why Doran was insisting in the betrothal, their nephew would be king. In his opinion, there was no need to bind themselves even more to the Targaryens.

He felt a kiss on his shoulder and shapely pair of breasts press against his back.

"What has you so pensive this morning, love?" Ellaria asked, moving from his back to his side.

Oberyn turned his head to the right and looked at her. Unlike him, Ellaria took the time to put on a sheer robe, so she wasn't naked, technically. She also had a goblet of wine in her hands and she drank from it while looking him in the eyes. She lowered the goblet slowly, giving him that sensual smirk she knew always got him going, that, combined with her disheveled hair and overall 'well fucked' look, was making him want to take her back to bed and start right where they left things off last night.

"I am trying to understand why Doran is insisting so much in this betrothal between Arianne and Viserys. It makes no sense to me." Oberyn finally responded his paramour.

"You know how your brother is, always careful; he never executes a plan without being sure of its success. He probably wants to make sure Martell blood will still be on the throne, even if something happened to your nephew." Ellaria said, resting her head on his shoulder and looking towards the sea.

Oberyn took a moment to think about what Ellaria said. It did seemed like the type of move his brother would make, it could also create problems with Arianne in the future. If something did happen to their nephew and Viserys was the one to seat on the throne at the end, Arianne would need to be disinherited. As someone who was being raised to be the next Princess of Dorne, she might resent being denied her inheritance, even if it was to be Queen.

"You're right, it does seems like something he would do. I still think it would be better to try a match with the Starks; they are only loosely connected to our cause trough Lyanna and Visenya. At this point they are more connected to the lysene Targaryens than to us." Oberyn said.

"Visenya is just a year younger than Aegon and we both know how Targaryens prefer to marry amongst themselves, if it is an option. Although there is also Daenerys as an option for him." Ellaria responded, taking her head out of his shoulder and drinking from her wine again.

"And what's this about the Starks and the lysene Targaryens?" She asked.

"I hadn't thought about Aegon and Visenya. It certainly could happen." Oberyn said in a low voice, more thinking out loud on the possibilities than responding his lover.

"As for the Starks. Benjen Stark and his sellswords, the Company of the Wolf, are amongst the troops that will be sent to support the lysene Targaryens in the upcoming war against Tyrosh. They been training in secret with the lysene forces for years now and apparently during that time Benjen and Helaena have been getting quite close to each other. In her last letter, the Queen said that she thinks is only a matter of time before those two are married." Oberyn said chuckling, it was quite funny.

"Really." Ellaria said with surprise in her voice. She then gave voice to her own opinion on the matter, unknowingly having reached a similar conclusion to her lover.

"A Stark marrying a Targaryen should cause quite a few tempers to rise in King's Landing." She said.

"Indeed. I almost wish we could be in the capital when Baratheon hears the news that the brother of the man only he still sees as his best friend is marrying a 'dragonspawn'. Why, i think he could die just from the shock." Oberyn said, laughing at the end.

His joke drew a tinkling laugh from his paramour.

"Still, that is interesting information. A marriage like that gives the Starks a powerful ally in Lys. With a potential Queen, Lord Stark married to a Dayne, and with however many children that minx Ashara decide to give him, married off to other houses, it seems the Starks will have quite a bit of power in the future. And just with Lys and the Daynes they would have some power in Dorne." Ellaria said with a voice that Oberyn recognized was her 'deep in thought' one.

"You're right. And that's why i still think we should try to arrange a marriage with the Starks. Their second son, Edwyle, is a little too young for Arianne, but we could still try to marry Quentyn to one of their twins. I think their names are Sansa and Arya." Oberyn said taking a sip of his wine.

"We should leave all this heavy talk for latter. Why don't we go and wake up the girls so we could all break our fasts together?" Ellaria asked.

"Let us go then. But you will be the one to awake Obara, as much as i don't care who she takes into her bed, i still don't want to incur the risk of seeing my daughter getting fucked first thing in the morning." Oberyn responded, causing Ellaria to laugh.

"Then i should probably wake Nymeria as well, she is getting around that age, after all." Ellaria said, laughing again at the look on her lover's face.

They woke the girls up, with Oberyn thanking Ellaria for her 'noble sacrifice' and running away to wake up Tyene and Sarella when he heard the sounds coming from Obara's room. He woke his daughters, with Sarella needing a lot more effort than Tyene, all three then moved towards the dining room where a meal was already prepared for them.

They were seated at the table, Sarella curved over a book with a half eaten apple in her hand, Tyene bouncing in her seat with that limitless energy she seemed to always have these days and Oberyn was watching his daughters with a smile on his, his own meal forgotten for the moment, when the door opened and Ellaria walked into the room with Obara on her right, Nymeria on her left and their little Aliandra in her hands.

"How are you this morning, Obara?" Oberyn asked his daughter with an innocent smile on his face. Just because he didn't want to walk in on her, it didn't mean he wouldn't tease her about it.

The three newcomers reached the table. Ellaria giving him a kiss and seating on the empty chair to his right, Nymeria seating on Ellaria's right and Obara seating across from her, between Tyene and Sarella.

"It started quite fun, father." Obara responded, no shame at all.

"I'm sure it did. I'm also sure the entire ship heard your 'fun'." He continued his teasing.

"As i'm sure we all also heard your own 'fun' last night, father." Obara teased her father back.

Oberyn laughed. Obara was fun to tease, since she gave it back just as good.

"What about you Nym. How are you this morning?" He asked his second oldest.

"Well enough, but i'm still a little sad. Unlike you two, i didn't find anyone to have 'fun' with me last night." Nymeria responded.

Oberyn almost choked on the lemonsweet he was drinking, elegant little Lady Nym was teasing him, something she had never done before.

"Do you think i will find someone in Braavos willing to have 'fun' with me father?" she asked in an all too innocent voice.

So, she wants to play, maybe i will teach her a lesson. Oberyn thought.

"Maybe you could 'sample' Prince Viserys before your cousin gets to him, or maybe the bastard of driftmark, Aurane Waters, i heard he is living there now. If you're feeling adventurous you could even have both of them together." Oberyn said, smirking when he saw Nymeria blush deeply.

"Let that be a lesson, Nym. You're still too young to play those games with me." He said, causing Ellaria and Obara to laugh.

He took another sip of his lemonsweet and then said.

"What i do know is that Sarella will get along quite well with Prince Maekar. That boy was also born with a book in his hand."

"Uh, you asked me something father?" Sarella asked looking up from her book.

"No dear, you can go back to your book." He responded.

He took a bite from his cake and looked to his right to see Ellaria giving a small piece of apple pie to little Aliandra. It was around that time that Nymeria recovered from her blushing and asked.

"Shouldn't that be Maekar Waters, father. He is a bastard right?"

He saw the smirk in Ellaria's face when she answered instead of him.

"He is, but unless you want an irate Queen after you i suggest you treat him as you would any other member of the royal family. The last man to call Maekar a bastard in front of the Queen went from a captain of the guard to cleaning latrines in the Red Keep."

He saw Nymeria gulp and almost laughed again. Making daughters was fun, but spending time with them was even better.

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They arrived in Braavos an hour before noon.

The moment they arrived, they were met by Ser Arthur at the docks; he had horses and an oxcart ready for their transport. Oberyn mounted a black courser mare who seemed quite spirited; he would have to ask the Queen if he could breed her with one of his own coursers. Obara and Nymeria mounted their own horses while Ellaria, Tyene and Sarella went in the oxcart.

As they moved through the city Oberyn made smalltalk with Ser Arthur, one of the few men he knew that he considered a friend. He also took note of the looks both Obara and Nymeria were throwing towards the Dayne knight, they would be sorely disappointed. Arthur wasn't one to break his vows easily.

Once they arrived at the manse that was the current home of the Targaryens, he immediately saw Ser Barristan, Ser Gerold and Ser Willem moving in the yard, Viserys Maekar and Rhaenys all held training swords and were trying to each hit a knight, Viserys against Ser Gerold, Maekar against Ser Barristan and Rhaenys against Ser Willem.

"I didn't realize the Queen allowed Rhaenys to train the sword, she looks quite good for her age." Oberyn said after watching his niece for a few moments.

"The girl is a prodigy Oberyn. I've been overseeing her training myself; Ser Willem is just filling in while i escorted you here. I have to say, she is better than i was at her age." Arthur responded.

Oberyn wasn't able to hide his surprise.

"Truly?" He asked.

"She constantly beats Maekar and he started his training earlier. Seven hells she beat Viserys a couple of times." Arthur responded.

Oberyn felt immense pride on hearing that. His niece was a true warrior princess.

"I'd like to see if she is that good." Nymeria said riding closer to her father, wanting to hear the conversation.

"Don't underestimate her, Lady Nym. Prince Viserys is hardly two years younger than you and she gives him a hard fight." Arthur responded.

Their horses came to a stop near the stables; all four dismounted and started walking towards the yard, they were halfway there when Rhaenys dropped her sword in the middle of an attack, screamed "Uncle Oby." and started running towards him.

"How are you little princess." Oberyn asked, picking her up and spinning her around once she reached him.

"I'm having a lot of fun training with Ser Arthur. Will you train with me while you are here, uncle?" His niece asked.

"I will teach you how to use a spear, little princess. You have dornish blood in you, you should know how to use a spear was well as a sword and none of those stuffy knights are going to teach you it." Oberyn responded, putting the little girl down.

"Now, let me introduce you to your cousins. You remember Obara, right?" Oberyn asked.

"I do, hello Obara." Rhaenys responded hugging her cousin's legs.

"Hello, little dragon." Obara responded, patting the little girl's head affectionely.

Oberyn heard the laugh of his paramour as she got closer.

"On my left is Nymeria, and coming over with Ellaria are Tyene, Sarella and little Aliandra in her arms." Oberyn said.

"Hello, little princess." Ellaria said once she finally reached Oberyn's group.

"Hi aunty, hi cousins. Maekar come say hi to uncle Oby, aunty Ellaria and my cousins." Rhaenys said as a group approached them from the yard.

Oberyn watched the group approach from the yard. Maekar was a little taller than the last the he had seen him in Lys, Viserys was also quite different, he was starting to change from boy to man, it was quite visible in his light armor that he was starting to develop some muscle. But the one to grab his attention was the boy to Maekar's right. The boy had shoulder length silver-blond hair, deep purple eyes and high cheekbones, at that moment Oberyn was reminded of his youth, it was almost like he was looking at a young Rhaegar.

"Your grace." Oberyn said as he went on one knee as the boy approached.

Ellaria and his daughter also went on their knees once they saw him doing it.

"Rise uncle, aunt and cousins. There is no need for family to bow to me." His nephew and King responded.

Oberyn almost choked on his breath. It probably wouldn't stay that way as he aged, but right now his nephew's voice sounded almost the same as Elia's.

Oberyn rose to his feet, his daughters and Ellaria rising with him.

"It is good to see you again nephew." Oberyn said looking his nephew in the eyes.

"I don't remember you. So it is good to meet you, uncle." Aegon responded.

"I would be surprised if you remembered me, the last time i saw you, you were still a babe attached to your mother's teats." Oberyn said smirking once he saw to look on his nephews eyes.

"Are you sure there is no law against telling embarrassing stories about the king, Ser Gerold?" Aegon asked with an annoyed tone of voice, causing everyone to laugh.

"Why, egg. You don't like to hear how cute you were as a baby?" Viserys said with a teasing tone.

"Stop, uncle Visy." Aegon said, causing everyone to laugh again.

"I hate to stop your reunion Prince Oberyn, but we need to go back to the yard. Prince Viserys, Prince Maekar, Princess Rhaenys, come with me, you three still have half an hour of training to do." Ser Gerold said once the laughter died down.

"Can we watch again?" asked a young girl that was standing to the side of Aegon.

Oberyn hadn't paid attention to the girl up until that moment but he immediately recognized her as Visenya. The girl looked a lot like Queen Rhaella, but those Stark grey eyes were unmistakable.

"Of course, princess." Ser Gerold responded.

The group of knights and children started moving back to the yard.

"You should go see my grandmother, uncle. I'm sure she wants to talk to you as soon as possible, we will have time to talk latter." Aegon said, then turned around and started running after the others.

Oberyn watched him go with a smile on his face, his nephew was polite and seemed quite intelligent for a boy of only five.

His group started to walk towards the manse, Arthur still guiding them. Once inside they were met by Lyanna Stark and Oberyn could almost feel the desire coming from his paramour as she laid eyes on the she-wolf, not that he was any better, Lyanna Stark was a beautiful woman.

Lyanna offered to guide Ellaria and the girls to a seating room while Oberyn went to talk with the Queen. They parted ways, with Arthur continuing on with Oberyn towards the Queen's solar, Ser Alliser Thorne was standing guard on the door, he went inside to announce Oberyn's arrival.

"You may come in, Prince Oberyn." Ser Alliser said returning from inside the room.

Oberyn walked inside the Queen's solar, it was as he expected a subtly decorated room, the signs of wealth were there for those who knew where to look, the desk filled with documents and the bookshelves mostly held books about accounting. Overall, for a well trained eye, the room screamed: I have wealth and power, but i am a person of action.

Exactly what he expected from the Queen.

"Come Oberyn, take a seat. How was your trip?" Rhaella asked.

Oberyn walked forward and took a seat at one of the chairs in front of the desk.

"Well enough, your grace. I am glad to have a chance to see my niece and nephew again." Oberyn responded.

Oberyn watched as a smile seemed to light up the queen's face.

"I assume you met Aegon when you arrived? I am sure he is in the yard, watching the others train." Rhaella asked.

"I did. He seems quite intelligent and well spoken for a boy his age." Oberyn said, not stopping his pride from filling his voice.

Rhaella signed the document she was reading and put it into the pile on the left, she then took another from the pile in the right and started reading it.

"Yes. These days, it seems he has taken to see Maekar as a role model. I am obviously happy with that." Rhaella responded.

There was a knock in the door, Oberyn looked behind him to see the door open and a young woman walk inside the room. She had dark brown almost black hair, blue eyes and a slender frame. If Oberyn was to guess her age, he would say she was five and ten. A woman flowered, but still young enough to be considered a girl.

"Tysha, do we need to talk about this again? You shouldn't be doing these tasks, you are a Lady, we will treat you as your station demands." The Queen said with an exasperated voice as the girl served drinks.

"I was never trained to be a Lady, your grace. And i like being useful, especially to the people who saved me from a fate worse than death." The girl responded.

The Queen gave an annoyed huff but didn't respond. Oberyn thought the situation was quite funny, the girl managed to backtalk the queen and sound grateful while doing it.

"Thank you my dear. You can leave now." Rhaella said, once the girl had finished serving the drinks, with some annoyance still in her voice.

Once the girl left the room and the door closed again, Oberyn asked.

"Who is that, your grace. A new lady-in-waiting?"

"In a way, yes. And who she is, is an interesting story." Rhaella responded. She then took a drink from the goblet in front of her and started her story.

"Since Lyanna started to develop her own network of spies and informants, Varys started to focus his own resources in our enemies' lands, which gave us both plenty of information and opportunities. Information such as the fact that Lady Catelyn Baratheon, formerly Tully, is extremely unhappy with her goodbrother, the 'king', because of his constant disrespect towards her husband Stannis. And opportunities such as the one that girl presented, that girl is Lady Tysha Lannister, wife of Tyrion Lannister."

Oberyn wasn't able to stop his shock from showing at hearing the queen's words, what was a fucking Lannister doing near the royal family, where they could attack his niece and nephew at any point in time, he was about to voice his displeasure when the queen cut him off.

"I know what you are thinking Oberyn. You will let me finish before you go on your pointless rant." Rhaella said, and Oberyn immediately recognized the change in her tone of voice. That wasn't Rhaella the goodmother of his sister speaking, that was Queen Rhaella speaking, and he had to obey.

Once she saw he wasn't going to speak, Rhaella continued her story.

"As i was saying. Tysha is a crofter's daughter; apparently she was married to Tyrion on a farm near Lannisport by a drunken septon. They were living in a cottage by the sunset sea when Tywin learned of their marriage, he ordered his guards to capture the girl, and apparently he said that whoever brought her in, could have her first. Two of the guards, both on Varys payroll, decided to act on their own initiative and rode ahead of the rest to warn Tyrion and Tysha of what the old lion had planned for them."

Rhaella paused, took another sip from her goblet and then continued.

"They both confessed to be Targaryen spies and managed to convince the couple to trust them that we would keep Tysha safe, if Tyrion agreed to help our cause. As Tyrion already reportedly hated his father for the many years of neglect he suffered, it was quite an easy decision for him to make. So, while we lost two well placed assets in the Casterly Rock guard, we gained an ally at the heart of the enemy's power, one they would never suspect of working with us." Rhaella finished her story.

Oberyn took a moment to ponder on what the Queen had said. He could easily imagine Tywin Lannister ordering the girl raped and killed, he also knew that he hated his dwarf son and the feeling was mutual. But Oberyn still didn't trust a Lannister and he voiced his opinions.

"I can understand, your grace, but i still don't like it. A Lannister should not be trusted."

Rhaella raised her brow and when she responded it was in a mocking tone.

"Really? It is a shame no one was there to tell it to your mother, because i'm pretty sure i remember Sarella and I spending a lot of time with Joanna Lannister. Why, i even remember how they both once planned to have their children marry each other."

Oberyn winced at the words and the cold, mocking tone that the queen responded him with.

"A child of ten, like Tyrion was in the war, didn't betray us, a child of ten didn't order the butchering of your sister." Rhaella continued with the same cold tone.

"Remember Oberyn, Joanna was my friend. If i can help her innocent son, i will do so. And your mother would have done the same." The Queen finished her speech.

Oberyn winced once again; it was uncomfortable to be reminded he was putting the blame of his sister's murder on someone who was a child at the time. It was almost physically painful to be told by someone who was a friend to her, that his mother would be disappointed in him.

"How are the preparations for the war?" Oberyn asked, trying to change the subject.

Rhaella looked him in the eyes. Oberyn was afraid she wouldn't accept the change in subject, but after a few moments she nodded and responded.

"Better than we ever hoped to be. I now finally understand why so many of the envoys of the Free Cities that went to Westeros see us as uncivilized." Rhaella responded.

"How so, your grace?" Oberyn asked with genuine curiosity. He never understood why so many men from countries were slavery was legal, thought a land of free men like the seven kingdoms was 'uncivilized'.

"Would you say 300,000 dragons is a large sum of gold?" Rhaella asked.

"I would say yes, your grace. If i remember correctly, that is over half of what Sunspear receives in taxes in a year." Oberyn responded, not really seeing the point in the question.

"What if i told you that 10 of our trade ships can make that same amount of gold in a single trip to the Jade Sea?" Rhaella responded. She signed another document, but this time she didn't take another from the pile on the right; instead, she looked Oberyn in the eyes with a smirk on her face.

Oberyn couldn't stop the shock from showing on his face, that level of wealth was unheard of in Westeros.

"As you can imagine, with that level of wealth on our hands we were able to not only expand our trading fleet in the Jade Sea to 200 ships, but also add another 50 ships fleet to trade with the Summer Isles." Rhaella said. Now outright laughing at Oberyn's shocked face.

"But you asked about preparations for war, not our gold reserves. With more gold to work with than we ever thought we would have, we have hired sellswords that amount to around 25,000 men, and those include Benjen's men. Apart from that we have another 5,000 men under our own banner, those came mostly from the crownlands and a few from the riverlands. The official reason in kings landing is that those men got a taste for war in the rebellion and now want to make their fortune fighting in essos." Rhaella said, knowing that 30,000 men was more than Dorne could muster.

"All 30,000 men are currently being trained by Benjen Stark, Ser Jaremy Rykker and a few of the lysene commanders in a camp in the andal highlands, near Ghoyan Drohe, they will sail down the Rhoyne once Lys is ready to declare war on Tyrosh." Rhaella finished.

Oberyn took a moment to think on what the Queen had said, their position was better than anyone could imagine. He suddenly felt an urge to laugh, the usurper's hold on his nephew's throne was going to end even sooner than he thought. They would still need to wait until Aegon was old enough to not need a regent, it would be difficult to convince the lords of Westeros to support a boy king, even one who was the true king. But once Aegon was of an age to rule, five and ten or six and ten, they could immediately attack, and with the amount of gold and men they would have by that point, it will be a easy war.

"Those are fantastic news, your grace. I can already see Aegon seating in the iron throne." Oberyn responded laughing.

"I just hope the war is as easy as you think it will be Oberyn, but we both know that war is unpredictable." Rhaella responded in a serious tone.

The response took Oberyn out of his jolly mood. It was true, as much as he thought that the war will be easy, he could never be sure of it.

"I hope so as well, your grace." Oberyn said.

"Now, I know for a fact that the reason you are here is not to ask about our preparations." Rhaella said, changing the subject.

"Indeed, your grace. I am here with a proposal from my brother. He wishes to…" Oberyn was suddenly interrupted.

"He wishes for a betrothal between his heir Arianne and Viserys. I agree, but i have one condition." Rhaella said.

Oberyn should have imagined that his brother's scheme would be clear to the Queen. Or maybe she had a few spies in Sunspear; he wouldn't put it past Varys to have a few of his little birds close enough to his brother to know every single one of his moves.

"And what condition is that, your grace?" Oberyn asked.

"That you take Viserys as your squire, we have done much to remove my husband's influence on him but he still has a few bouts of anger occasionally. I imagine a few years traveling with you would be enough to do away with the last of his problems." Rhaella responded.

Oberyn took a moment to think. Taking Viserys as a squire would make it extremely difficult to visit Dorne in the next few years, he would need to leave the boy behind, somewhere in essos, if he wanted to visit his homeland; not something you do with your squire. It was not like he visited much anyway, he liked to travel and only visited Sunspear one or two times in a year. In the end, it was an easy decision to make, especially since the condition didn't feel like it was negotiable.

"I accept, your grace." Oberyn responded.

"Wonderful." Rhaella said with a smile. "But we will talk more about it later, the children should be done with their training by now, why don't you join us for a meal? It should give you a chance to learn more about Aegon."

Oberyn accepted the invitation and together they left the room and moved through the manse towards a dining room. Walking inside the room Oberyn saw that everyone was already there, there appeared to be no seating order. On one side of the table sat Sarella and Maekar, a book rested on the table while Maekar pointed something in its pages to Oberyn's daughter. Rhaenys sat to the other side of Maekar, Tyene to her other side, as they talked animatedly about something. On the other side of the table were Obara, Nymeria and Viserys, they appeared to be talking about the training Viserys was receiving from the kingsguard. Also on that side were Lyanna, Ellaria, Aegon, Visenya and a girl Oberyn deduced to be Daenerys.

They both took seats in the table, Queen Rhaella seating in the chair between Viserys and Lyanna and Oberyn seating between Ellaria and Aegon.

There was a lot of talking while they enjoyed their meals, the scene was one of a happy family. The feelings in the room were reminding Oberyn of his sister, he was happy that his niece and nephew could enjoy it. During the meal he would occasionally ask a few questions to his nephew, he found his first impressions to be true. Aegon was quite intelligent and well spoken for his age, his education also seemed to be progressing fast and the boy already knew a lot about the history of the seven kingdoms.

After the meal they all parted ways. Obara, Nymeria, and Tyene went looking for Ser Arthur; Obara and Nymeria wanted to ask him for a spar, Tyene wanted to watch. Viserys, Maekar, Rhaenys, Aegon, Visenya and Daenerys had lessons with the maester. Lyanna had her own duties to attend and the Queen after saying to Oberyn that they would talk more later during the day or the next one, went back to her solar.

Oberyn and Ellaria decided to look for someone in the Targaryen household to entertain them during the night.

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Oberyn was quite sure he was in one of the seven heavens right now.

He was running his tongue trough Ellaria's clit, the way he knew she liked, while their companion for the night rode his cock.

They had found Desmera, that cook that Rhaenys had mentioned in Lys a few years ago, and the woman was quite happy to join Oberyn and his paramour for the night. The woman did have an interesting book, it was written by a priestess of love from the summer isles and while it did had a lot of philosophy about love it also had quite a few interesting positions in drawings that they were hoping to try later, for now they were sticking with the classics.

"Keep going love, i'm almost there."

He almost didn't hear Ellaria say, her legs around his head as she rode his face muffling the sounds.

He continued to work his tongue on her button until he felt the pressure around his head increase as Ellaria's legs went rigid, even though his ears were muffled, he still heard her cries of pleasure as she reached her orgasm.

Ellaria collapsed to his right, freeing his head from between her legs and his eyes feel back on Desmera. Her dark brown hair showing signs of their lovemaking in how wild and unkempt it looked, her green eyes sparkling with lust, her perky breasts, a perfect handful, were glistening with sweat and her mound, with her well trimmed hair, looked just as inviting as when he divested her of her smallclothes.

Now that Oberyn had done his duty to his paramour, he was free to enjoy his other partner for the night. He put his hands on her hips and started thrusting in time with her riding, every time she went down on his cock, he thrusted up, being rewarded with the low moans coming out of the woman's mouth.

They stayed that way for a couple of minutes until Oberyn decided to change positions. He sat up, grabbing the woman by her waist, his cock never leaving her.

They ended up in a sitting position and Oberyn took advantage of it by immediately putting his mouth on her tits, his tongue fluttering through her nipples. Desmera took a moment to adjust herself to the new position, and the added stimulation, then she started to ride him again, her hips moving in a slow, sensual pace.

Oberyn felt lips kissing his neck. Ellaria had recuperated from her orgasm, as she moved from his neck and started licking his ear Oberyn took his mouth out of Desmera's tits and let out a long, deep moan. He started playing with Ellaria's tits and his paramour took the chance to play with the other woman, her hands moved to Desmera's tits and her lips locked with the other woman in a deep kiss.

They stayed in that position for a few minutes, hands and lips trading partners constantly until Oberyn felt Desmera's body go limp on his arms and the woman's lips leave his own as she cried out her pleasure.

The woman left his lap and laid on the bed with her eyes closed and a content smile on her face. Oberyn turned towards his paramour and gave her a lustful smile.

"Is it my turn again, my prince. I don't know if i can take it." Ellaria said, in a fake innocent voice.

Instead of answering, Oberyn grabbed her and put her on all fours. She was more than ready for him, still wet from her previous orgasm, so he buried his cock inside her in a single thrust.

He fucked her hard and fast, seeking his own release, after giving each woman one of their own. Ellaria's moans were driving him even closer to his climax when Desmera, with a flexibility that many warriors would envy, moved below Ellaria, her head coming to rest between Ellaria's legs and her tongue immediately going to work on both his cock and Ellaria's cunt.

The added stimulation was too much for Oberyn and he felt his release coming fast. He buried himself inside Ellaria one last time and then released his seed deep inside her.

He released himself from inside his paramour, laid on the bed and watched as Desmera licked his seed from Ellaria's pussy, his lover returning the favor by licking the other woman as well.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment until he heard Desmera ask.

"So, how long does it take for him to be ready to go again?"

He chuckled when he heard Ellaria respond.

"Not too long, dear, we promised you a long and fun night and we are going to fulfill that promise."