One’s Duty [Rhaenyra Targaryen x Corlys Velaryon] [One Shot] (Patreon)

Synopsis: With the danger of Alicent’s desire to take the throne looming, Rhaenyra decided to do whatever she could to ensure the throne belonged to her. She needed an heir with silver hair to strengthen her claim.

And if the man she wed to couldn’t do it, she simply picked another.

By Ms.Squirtle

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In the terrace of the chambers nestled on the formidable walls of Castle High Tide, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen stood amidst her chosen family, draped in the resplendent garb of her noble lineage. Her cascading silver locks framed her face as she engaged in a heavy discussion with her husband, Laenor Velaryon, and his patriarch, Lord Corlys Velaryon, known across the Narrow Sea as the Sea Snake.

They were amidst a conversation on the precarious state of power within the realm, particularly the looming shadow of House Hightower.

"We must act swiftly," Rhaenyra declared, her violet gaze filled with resolve. "Otto Hightower's schemes grow bolder with each passing day."

Lord Corlys exchanged a solemn glance with his son.

"Patience, my Princess," he counseled, his voice measured. "Rashness in such matters could lead to ruin. We must proceed with caution."

However, their conversation was abruptly halted as the oaken door groaned open, admitting the imposing figure of Rhaenyra's mother-in-law, Rhaenys Velaryon, her demeanor radiating urgency. In her outstretched hand, she bore a missive sealed with the sigil of House Velaryon.

"Rhaenyra," she called out sharply, "You must read this. It concerns the intrigues of the Red Keep."

Accepting the letter with furrowed brows, Rhaenyra swiftly reviewed its contents, her features darkening with each passing moment.

"Alicent is determined to secure her place," she muttered, her voice laced with frustration. "She will stop at nothing to ensure the birth of a male heir. However weary my father has become."

A heavy silence descended upon the chamber as the gravity of Rhaenyra's words settled among them. The threat to her rightful claim to the throne loomed ominously, casting a shadow over their plans.

"You must ensure the legitimacy of your claim, my dear. You must bear an heir adorn in silver, and swiftly," Rhaenys interjected, her words slicing through the silence like a blade.

The implication struck like a blow, the insinuation clear to all present. Laenor's jaw tightened in discomfort, his gaze flickering between his wife and his mother. He knew his parents were aware of his choice of partners.

Rhaenyra helplessly looked at the man she had married. Yes, he had silver hair, and yes, he was a man—but that was it. They had tried despite her husband’s distaste for women and couldn’t conceive no matter what.

“We will try.” That was all Rhaenyra could say.

"But—" Rhaenys attempted to push them to hasten.

"Mother, enough," Laenor intervened, his tone a blend of irritation. With a gentle yet firm grip, he guided his mother towards the exit. "Your words aren't helping our cause. Let’s discuss this somewhere else."

As they departed, Rhaenyra cast a vulnerable, meaningful look toward Lord Corlys, who remained behind in the room, looking thoughtful. They exchanged a weighted glance, the gravity of their situation weighing heavily.

"If Alicent Hightower bears a son, it'll be the end of our influence," Rhaenyra’s voice tinged with desperation. "Hightower will control the realm."

Lord Corlys sighed heavily and reluctantly admitted, "It may already be too late, but haste is not the answer, my Princess. My son nee—”

Rhaenyra cut him off, her tone resolute. "He cannot, and you know it."

Meeting her gaze, Lord Corlys's expression grew grave. "Give it time. It's all but—"

But once again, Rhaenyra interrupted. "But you can,” she added, grabbing the cup of wine on her table and walking further inside from the terrace.

Corlys noticed her trembling hand holding up the cup. He kept silent for a long while before muttering, “What do you have in mind, my Princess?”

Rhaenyra pulled the front string of her heavy cloak and allowed it to slip from her shoulders behind her as she kept walking further into the room. Her dress adorned with golden embroidery revealed the skin of her pale neck, her freely flowing silver hair bouncing with every graceful step.

“A silver-haired spawn—we can make one.”

She went to the door, took a deep breath, placed her forehead on the wooden frame, and finally locked it.

Corlys followed her every move with his gaze, still hesitating. However, he knew one thing to be true: her now mature frame made her even more alluring than when he saw her as a new bride to his son.

Rhaenyra pulled back from the door and kept moving as she took another sip of wine from the cup in her hand. With two steps left from the bed on the other side of the room, she turned back to Corlys and stretched out her hand. “This isn’t for us… It’s for a greater good.”

Corlys looked down at his own wine cup on the table. The hesitation in his eyes gradually turning into determination and his tense jaw finally relaxed. He took the cup and downed it in one swing, finally walking towards her.

When he came closer, she turned around once again and brushed all of her hair to the side of her neck, revealing her delicate nape and the rows of strings that kept her dress tight on her body.

“Help me.” She whispered with a tremor in her tone, betraying her nerves.

Corlys did as asked, slowly untying the back of her dress. Letting the dress pool at her feet, his hands began to move towards her shift. No one knew what he was thinking as he didn’t say anything while he helped her out of her complicated attire, but Rhaenyra could feel his gaze on her skin.

His hands were nimble, skilled, and practiced. She wondered how many women he had taken into his bed as he pulled off her shift. She turned around once again, looking up, her eyes meeting his.

This time, Corlys got a good look. Her lithe body a vision of true beauty, her young alabaster skin glowing pale white, her silver hair cascading down her curving neck and shoulders. Rhaenyra’s eyes were pure violet, gleaming with resolve. Her lips trembled, almost as if she was stopping herself from saying too much.

Lord Corlys almost turned back, but the way her arms covered her ample bosom and her knees clamping together in nervousness sparked something within him. Her smooth maintained slit hidden behind curves of her fleshy thighs as they rubbed together, teasing him as it peaked out at certain moments. Her young face looked at him as if she was pleading, an expression he never knew she could make.

She didn’t seem like a head strong Princess, but a defenseless woman, asking for his help. The amber of heat slowly grew into a need that gathered in his loins. The bulge under his leather pants started to grow in thirst.

He placed both his hands on the soft skin of her bare shoulders as he leaned down to take her lips, trying to calm her down with a soft peck.

The wine sweetened his lips, opening way into each other’s defenses.

Colrys sensed her reluctance every so slowly to melt, as her own tongue started to massage his. Her arms parted as she held his, allowing her perfectly formed mounds to sway freely between them.

The Princess tried her best to reciprocate, but there was still a nagging feeling at the back of her mind.

Corlys gently moved his hands towards her back, pulling her closer into his kiss. Her fleshy mound stuck to his white tunic-covered chest. His fingers trailed down his back, causing her to shiver.

“I will try to be as gentle as possible, My Princess,” he said, pulling back from the kiss.

Corlys pushed a little, their bodies moving together, and Rhaenyra finally ended up on the bed behind her. Her hair was messily spread on the sheets as she looked towards his tall figure at the foot of the bed.

The Princess of Dragonstone tried to imagine he was Daemon as he loomed over her. However, this was Lord Corlys, her husband's father, who pressed kisses on her jaw and neck, leaning over between her legs. The image couldn’t stay in her mind, overwhelmed by his gentle attention to her body.

She closed her eyes as he cupped her ivory breasts in his hands, massaging her warm flesh with his palm as he kept kissing her smooth, curving neck. His beard tickled her all over, earning small whimpers of heated breath from her lips.

Her own hands tentatively pulled on the edges of his tunic, tugging the strings of his pants. He kicked it off his own legs with his footgear and allowed it to fall off the edge of the bed.

Corlys took back his hands, starting to untie the strings on his tunic, and pulled it off his head.

She finally realized that, under all that noble garment, he had the frame of a true warrior, someone who had gone to battle, and came back victorious. His powerful body was now on top of her, covering her under its shadow.

Corlys went in for another kiss, but Rhaenyra quickly held her hand between them to stop him.

“This is duty, not love nor desire,” she said. She needed to have heirs; to have silver-haired babies to prove she's worth keeping as heir to the throne, not an exchange of passion.

“I understand,” Corlys agreed and simply pulled down his smallcloth. In a single moment, his rigid source of heat came out, revealing its masculine glory.

Rhaenyra almost couldn’t believe her eyes. His sheer size was something she never imagined before. Without thinking too much, her hand went towards his cock, as if it was a magnet. It almost made her worry that his length and girth would not fit.

Corlys let out a suppressed grunt under his breath, feeling her cold delicate fingers caressing his swollen head, tenderly gliding down his length. The straining erection between his legs finally grew to its full length under her touch.

His cock slid over her pink petals, caressing the soft, silky entrance with the grooves of his shaft. The damp warmth was so inviting that it almost made him lose control. Trying hard not to take her wildly or recklessly shoving his need into her, he leaned back down, focusing on the hardening, pink buds of her glutinous mounds.

He kissed her tender flesh, gliding his tongue around her areola and finally feeling the trembles of her body as he sulked on her bud, teasing as he clamped it between his teeth. His hand worshiped the other mound, kneading, milking, and massaging her body into willingness.

“Ummhh…” Rhaenyra’s fingers sunk into his long hair, almost as if she wanted more and more; her hips wiggling by instinct.

His beard was soft yet coarse as he kissed and licked her lower and lower, tracing down the curve of her belly and finally reaching her blazing furnace. His tongue expertly left trails of saliva on her petals with its tip, lapping up the juices that were starting to seep out of her. His lips felt hot and soft against her twitching petals, letting the tip of his slithering flesh wiggle in and touch her inner walls.

“Ohh…” She writhed and moaned, her now soaking pussy clenching and gaping as if it was begging him to go further. The duty in her mind slowly turned into a craving she couldn’t understand.

She bit her lips, trying not to cry out as the sensations in her pussy grew increasingly tempting like a forbidden fruit dangled in front of her.

Just a little more, a little more….

His tongue grazed her slick folds, earning another shudder from her. He licked her entirely, like a juicy, dripping, ripe fruit.

However, Rhaenyra’s eyes suddenly opened. She subconsciously whimpered at the sudden loss of stimulation, looking down at him with a yearning gaze.

A smile crossed Corlys face. His body came crawling back up on top of her, shrouding her. His legs moved to widen her thighs, gradually spreading her legs wider and wider.

His hands and lips went back to fondling her plump mounds as his hips ground at the junction of her thighs. The straining head of his cock, covered in her juices, wiggled at the entrance as if trying to find its way in.

“Ahh…!” Rhaenyra suddenly let out a breathy, long moan, feeling his swollen cockhead parting her lower lips for a path.

The reluctance and guilt mixing together in her mind finally cleared entirely, drowned out by the heavenly, blissful sensation in her body. Her wet walls strained as his big cock stretched her fully. Her salivating walls kneaded his hot, bulging shaft at the same rhythm of his hands on her soft, cloud-like hills.

Corlys couldn’t control his hips anymore. The sensation of her pussy was more than he imagined. Her petite frame made him want to plow into her in wild abandon, shoving all of his iron-hard length into her. Her sweltering hole kept sucking on him as if it was trying to pull out all the seeds within him.

Burying himself all the way in, he pulled back and plunged back hard. He filled her completely, striking the deepest parts. The tip of his cock struck the mouth of her womb, causing Rhaenyra’s body to jolt up and cry out in pleasure. Her trembling hills went up as her body arched, allowing him to fully bury his face between them.

He even thrust up with his knees, embedding himself intensely to the hilt.

“Oh Ahh… Ahh... Ye-Yess…” Rhaenyra lost herself in the ecstasy of his cock, fucking her hard and deep. Her legs tried to lock around Lord Corlys’ waist, but his frame was too big for her to wrap around.

But she needed to make sure he spilled in the deepest parts so his seeds would invade her womb. She moaned uncontrollably, hugged his neck as tight as she could, and pulled him in.

Every stroke of his cock built more pressure in her loins. Her muscles gradually knotted, freezing up in pleasuring spasms as her toes curled and her arms clenched tighter.

With his hard, deep thrust into her, Rhaenyra finally reached that incredible sensation. With a profound shudder, she rode the wild and wonderful waves of sheer ecstasy, loosening the liquid honey of her loins onto his thrusting cock.

Corlys gritted his teeth as he felt her walls turn silky smooth, clenching on his vigorous cock.

Coming close to the edge, he went in even more fervently until the bed shook like it was the world’s end, its legs making noises like it’d break any moment.

Aiming to leave his seeds deep within her, he wrapped his muscular, heavy arms around Rhaenyra’s head and slammed roughly at last. In a fiery culmination, pushed by the wondrous sensation of her pussy, he allowed himself to flood deep into her with a powerful release. He left his mark within, shoving in his seed with his cock one last forceful thrust.

He finished in her with a groan of masculine satisfaction and kissed her belly and mounds as he pumped the last weakening bursts into her with a slow grind of his hips.

As the weakness seeped in, he leaned on her sweating body as his cock remained inside, feeling her heat around him as he gradually relaxed.

"You're good," he whispered in her ear.

She doesn't know what to say in response, simply averting her eyes with a flushed look on her face. Without a word, Corlys understood her thoughts and pulled out before cleaning up.

He put the quilt over her body with some care and turned around to leave.

“I hope this was enough, my Princess.” He paused his steps right before the door. “Let us not speak of this again.”

When he finally left, Rhaenyra sank into her quilt with a blank, pondering look in her eyes. Her hands went down as she caressed her belly, wondering if this would secure her the throne—a son was all she needed.

Of course, the mind-blowing sex was just a silent delight she appreciated.

Is doing it once enough? If it doesn’t work, perhaps we’ll have to share the bed again.

Was that her need? Her desire? Or just her lust speaking? She didn’t know anymore.

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As soon as Lord Corlys’ left the room, he found his wife, Rhaenys, standing there with folded arms and a scheming smirk on her lips.

“Did you do it?”

Corlys stood silent with guilt in his eyes. “Let’s not talk about this again.”

Rhaenys smirked and walked closer to her husband before pecking a kiss on his lips. “I know Rhaenyra. I know her rebellious nature. This is the only way to tame her and to claim the throne.”

“Our son…” Corlys wanted to speak but stopped midway. After all, he knew better than anyone about his son’s choice of romantic partners. No matter how beautiful and alluring Rhaenyra was, his son wasn’t ever going to touch her.

Rhaenys hugged her husband and planted her ear on his chest. “Visit her at night again.”

Corlys silently nodded. Somewhat appalled but also attracted by the possibility of lying with the young Princess. Make her scream in pleasure and take her, break her in ways she couldn’t possibly imagine.