A Knock makes his Choice for Him

Lyonel had little time to ponder about where he wanted to spend the short while before his and his families departure for the North. A knock on the door makes the decision for him, when a voice he immediately recognizes as Bells calls out for him.

“Your Highness? I bring your breakfast, may I come in?”

“Of course, please come in Ballandra”, Lyonel noticed his new voice for the first time. His sonorous voice rang deep through the room and he had no trouble imagining himself charming his way into the pants (or dresses) of the ladies around him with such an alluring tone of voice.

The heavy wooden door opened and revealed the buxom servant girl holding a tabled being led in by an older knight in white armor. Ser Barristan Selmy, Barriston the fricking Bold, Lyonel recognized the legendary knight and Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. The king had dispatched the very best to protect his eldest son and Lyonel remembered numerous training sessions with the experienced swordsman. His body had taken to sword fighting like a fish to water and thinking about that led to his right hand instinctively flexing for a sword.

After the woman had entered, the Lord Commander nodded towards the prince and left the two alone. With a composed gesture the servant set the tabled on the nearby table, looked over to the door to make sure the thick wood had closed and blocked off vision and sound to outsiders and after being sure of it, ran towards Lyonel. Literally jumping into his arms.

“I have missed you my prince~”, she looked down coyly, realizing he held her in his arms and her breast were pressing against him.

“When I heard you were gonna depart, it almost broke my heart. What’s up there apart from ice and snow?!”, her eyes looked up pleadingly at his.

There is naïve Sansa looking for her fairytale prince and maybe a bored Catelyn looked for a southern warmth, Lyonel thought but would never say out loud. This might not have really been his girlfriend, but his memories told him she was a really good person. So there was no need to break her heart. Better to let her down easy.

“Oh, sweet little Bell”, he used his right hand to gently stroke her hair up and down. “We both know that duty has to always come first. Your prince can’t just abandon his royal duties, can he?”

She turned her face down again and mumbled something, that could vaguely be recognized as an affirmation.

“Bellllll”, Lyonel drew her name out while using his right hand under her chin to angle her upwards again.

“Yes my prince”, she said gloomily, her eyes threatening to fill with water.

“Don’t be like that Bell, just because I’ll leave doesn’t mean I can’t stay with you.”, her confusion stopped her sadness from materializing.

“Wh-what do you mean my prince?”, her mouth was left open, her lips far enough apart to trigger a carnal desire within Lyonel.

He leaned down to her, closing the gap between their faces, stopping right before their lips touched. And she took the bait. Her mouth flew forward connecting the two and they melted into each other. They had kissed before, but the previous Lyonel had been a lot more coy in living out his passions. A limitation, the new one was not under.

In the heat of the moment, the two lovers began their first tongue kiss. One of them shy and timid, the other fierce and dominant. It was not a back and forth between their mouths, Bells tongue yielded and basked in the submission to her partner. Lyonel had never been this forceful with her, but it was erotically thrilling and when she felt his left hand wander down her side to land on her buttocks and gripped into her toned flesh, she couldn’t hold back any longer and moaned into her lovers kiss.

She had never knows this, this lust. She grew up in a better part of town, her merchant family wealthy for peasants. But the walls around the city were so thin, they barely held off the cold, so they weren’t soundproof by any meaning of the word. She had heard a women mewl in pleasure once, praising (probably) her husband for his excellent mouth work. She said that he finally got to make her “cum”, whatever that meant. But Bellandra was sure that she found out now. The way the prince teased her delicate flesh with his hand while invading her mouth with his tongue in such a rough way, had her curling her toes. She felt a tingling sensation all over.

Her ass was neither the meaty cushion of a woman sitting on her behind all day, nor the solid muscled tush of a woman religiously working out, but Lyonel enjoyed it none the less. And the way she reacted to his hand clumsily groping her butt cheek, had him hard in his pants. Luckily he had a well-trained body, because the amount of blood that was used to grow and harden his cock had him light-headed. He felt the trousers leg growing distractingly tight and the need to get out of it became unbearable. He draw his head back, Bells following it longingly before he addressed her.

“Bell, you know we can never be together, not as husband and wife, right?”, her face took on the sadness his kiss had cast away earlier. He needed to act fast. “But that does not mean we can’t be together as man and woman.”

She bit her lip and shook her head slowly.

“Bell, do you trust me?”

“Of course my love~”, her mouth drove forward once more to continue where it left off, but Lyonel lifted her up and walked the two of them towards his bed. On which he took a seat and positioned her standing in front of him.

“Then trust me now. Undress. Do it slowly and only turn around when you are completely naked. Can you do that my sweet little Bell?”

“Only turn aro-“, Lyonel put his right arm around her, dug his fingers into her butt check and spun her around with it. So her back was facing him and another moan told him, that she didn’t mind the manhandling at all.

Slowly Bell unraveled her plain dress, meanwhile unconsciously wiggling her butt. Lyonel used the time to pull his pants down far enough so that he could grab his third leg and pull him out of his trousers. His cock now aimed straight at the ceiling, Lyonel began to stroke it. His movements were slow and his grip light. A far cry from the methods he used in his old life, this was not supposed to bring himself to climax and rather to calm himself down until he could finally sink himself into his servant/girlfriend.

Her dress on the ground and her undergarments finally falling and joining it there, Bell turns around and became awestruck. What she saw was the prince sitting on the bed, lounging slightly backwards and moving his hand up and down on the most obscene, lust inducing …. *thing* Bell ever saw. It had the colour of his flesh, except the head of it that came into view whenever his hand moved downward to reveal it. It was a fleshy shade of dark pink. The thing as a whole looked almost muscled, visible veins running along it. Water began to pool in Bells mouth without her noticing. She was only shook awake when a dollop of it dropped from her open mouth onto her exposed breast.

“W-Wha-What is that my prince?”, she sounded almost fearful, but revering at the same time. Lyonels cock throbbed from her reaction and she jumped at little in shock.

“You are beautiful Bell. You have always been, but to see you so unobstructed, seeing you like only lovers do… I feel so close to you like this”, he beckoned her closer, patting the position on the bed next to him.

She blushed, her feelings for him flaring up and merging with the new found sensation she felt when he touched her earlier and the rippling that went through her when she saw her lovers *thing*. When she sat down next to him, it still looked imposing to her, but up close it also radiated a calming warmth.

“You think I’m beautiful?”, a saucy smile appeared on her face. Lyonel takes her hand and reassuringly puts it on his cock, his own hand keeping hers there.

“It wouldn’t be like this if I didn’t think so. Go ahead, try to close your hand around it and feel it pulse for you.”

“For me? My prince pulses … for me?”, she bit her lip and closed her eyes while her fingers quivered around his dick.

“I do my lovely Bell. We can not be together like husband and wife, but as a man and a woman would. In your hand is my manhood, in private you can call it my cock. I guess when you two get more familiar, you can call him whatever feels right to you.”

They both chuckled a little at that, relieving some of the tension in the room.

“Then I am delighted to make your acquaintance m’lord Cock”, Bell playfully bowed her head before his cock. She’s already getting the right idea, Lyonel thought smugly.

“Come closer. Get really close and give me kiss on the top”, her face scrunched for a second and she had been about to ask another question, but her playful curiosity got the best of her.

She leaned over, her face next to Lyonels bared cockhead. One last look into his eyes, before she closed hers and pressed her lips on the tip of his dick. She held her lips there for a couple of seconds, after which she opened them and let the tip into her mouth, transitioning from a chaste kiss into making out with his cockhead full on and startling Lyonel for the first time.

The tables had turned and Bell turned out to be a true natural. She even seemed to get off on it, her moans vibrating around his sensible tip. She was tonguing around the upper inches encased in her mouth and applying suction between breaths. Her eyes stayed closed the entire time, she had entered her own world and Lyonel was only a means to an end here. That was not how he had envisioned his first action in the world of his dreams, almost in the blink of an eye, the servant girl had reversed the power dynamic.

The arms Lyonel had held behind himself and rested on, found their way forward. His left went to her head, flowing through her hair and caressing her cheek. Bells eyes opened and she smiled around his cock, her tongue lapped with doubled speed for the moment they made eye contact before she moaned again and entered her seemingly trance-like cocklust again.

Lyonels right hand meanwhile snaked her way around Bells naked waist, laid itself on her upper thigh and from there inches her way toward her smoldering core. Highly distracted from her mouths passionate embrace with his dick, Lyonel found her pussy with his fingers and from their impact here alone, Bells eyes shot open and she mewled around him again. Her tongue didn’t slow down and she now alternated how much of his cock was in her mouth, moving it out a little, only to then shove some more into her mouth. She was teaching herself to give a blowjob. And she seemed to be a good student, she was taking to it like a fish to water.

But no matter how much pleasure she was giving him, she seemed to also receive it, as his fingers found her dripping wet. Lyonel lubricated his finger by lightly gliding inside her, then withdrew and put them on top of her pussy to play with her delicate nub. They started to egg each other on, the faster Lyonel rubbed over Bells most sensitive spot the more of him she let into her mouth and towards the entry of her throat. Their joined ministrations increased their pace. The prince knew he was about to reach his release and his lover seemed to do the same. Her breathing grew frantic and her nether lips started quivering. Lyonel had no intention to prolong it further and, to Bells confusion, drew her head back with his left hand so far that only his cockhead remained in her mouth.

Her questioning eyes rolled back when his right hand started its crescendo on her cunt and when he erupted in her mouth, by pure primal instinct, her lips sucked themselves tightly around his cock and they reached a joined climax. His first in this new world and her first altogether. She diligently gulped down one shot of cum after the other and when they both fell back on the bed exhaustedly, her mouth remained stuck on him.

It took them minutes to regain their strength, but they could have spent hours in each others embrace. Bell might have originally been his predecessors girlfriend, but at this moment, Lyonel felt an actual connection to her. There were some noble lords and ladies in this world he wanted to teach a lesson, but Bell was so cute, she deserved to be happy. They disentangled, shared a chaste, but loving kiss and Lyonel pulled on his pants again.

“M-My prince, that was…. I have no words”, she blushed, still naked in front of her crush.

“In private Lyonel is fine, Bell. Especially after this”, he took her hands in his and held them reassuringly.

“Lyonel, that was the best ~anything~, that ever happened to me. The way I felt, the way you felt in me. I have no words for this. I love you. You and”, her hands escaped his and pressed against his closed pant, ”your cock.” She seemed more a lot more confident than before.

“I’m not naïve you know, I always knew you would have to move on some day and marry one noble lady or another. But you won’t… you won’t forget me, will you?”, she asked Lyonel. But this time there was not sadness in her eyes, instead there was conviction.

“Of course not. I won’t forget you and I won’t be gone forever. We’ll ride to the North, deal with our political obligation and come back. I’ll come back to you and we’ll continue where we left.”

“You promise?”, a hopefull glitter filled her eyes.

“I promise, on my royal honour. On the First Men, the Andals and the Roynar. On the seve-“, she playfully slapped his shoulder and interrupted what would have been a terribly long oath.

He leaned down to her ear and whispered. “And I promise no matter who I’ll marry, you will always have a place with me.”

They embraced in a hug, her naked and mildly sweaty form met his soft linen clothes and they shared a tender moment.