The Bedding

Harrenhal had the largest hall in the Seven Kingdoms named the Hall of the Hundred Hearths. In truth, it only had thirty-five hearths but that was more than enough to entertain an army of thousands.

Song and laughter would fill the hall as the feast began. It would almost seem as if these once warring kingdoms had accepted each other... or the lord paramounts did, at the very least.

"What did you do to drag the poor old High Septon from Oldtown all the way here?"

"I asked very kindly." Aerion smiled, answering Jocelyn's question.

"And you did the same with Lord Torrhen?"

"He was a bit of a handful more difficult... but I offered him undead horses. He found them quite useful, in truth, and agreed to come on the terms that he kept them. Such a practical man... I like him."

"How much did arranging this wedding cost?" Jocelyn wondered.

"It cost me a good leg." Aerion jested as he drank some wine. "The Iron Islands aren't known for their wealth so I talked with Queen Rhaenys and gathered additional gold."

"It cost a leg, huh... your third leg then?"

"Pfft-" Aerion spit out his drink as he laughed. "Gods, no!"

"I've been around her for long enough... so I know some things you don't." Jocelyn smiled, lifting her goblet. "When Aegon is away with Visenya on those rare occasions, she surrounds herself in comely young men. Singers and bards, too. There are rumours that she entertained a few in her bedchambers... but those are only rumours, of course. Do you know of an exceptionally handsome and brilliant singer that might pique her interest?"

"... Mayhaps." Aerion tilted his head. "Should I be worried?"

"An invitation, some drinks and two beautiful valyrians who may be fond of each other. I wonder what could happen..."

"First I'd have to accept the invitation, my dear." Aerion smiled, shaking his head slightly. "And when I have you... why would I ever be alone with her?"

"I know you better than that." Jocelyn chuckled.

"Committing adultery with my ancestor... I don't believe I've done anything like that before." Aerion whispered, frowning slightly. "Frankly, I can't say I've ever wished to fuck another man's wife."

"You were never properly tempted to. There's a first time for everything, so they say." Jocelyn replied in a playful tone.

"You know... I can't allow such sinful remarks on my flawless honour pass."

"Uhuh... and what will you do?"

"You'll have to find out at night."

...

"Best wishes on your marriage." Aegon pat Aerion on the shoulder. "I am surprised to see so many lord paramounts."

"I was quite relentless in regards to having them all be present." Aerion smiled. "Seeing all of them together under the same hall... it is quite satisfying, is it not? It shows that the Seven Kingdoms are closer to being one."

"And yet... my conquest had not ended," Aegon remarked, frowning slightly. "Dorne remains unconquered for the moment. When the time comes, can I rely on you to fight by my side?"

"You have three dragons, my king." Aerion smiled, shaking his head. "You have no need for a simple man like me."

"If you were just a simple man, Harrenhal would be half a ruin," Aegon remarked.

"I suppose... if the situation does grow dire, I will step in. You see, a busy man like me won't always be available. I have ambitions of my own to fulfil."

"Then I hope that the Dornishmen do not fight too hard." Aegon japed. "For their sakes."

"I have a feeling they will-."

"Ah, if it isn't the handsome groom!" Orys almost ran into Aerion, his face cheery red from wine. "The night will be a long one for you, I think... just look at that woman, she is taller than most knights!"

Aerion laughed. "Aye, my endurance may be put to the test tonight."

"Let's hope you are not bedridden for too long... ahahahaha." Orys jested. "How about a drinking competition to get you going? I've yet to lose to any man in the Seven Kingdoms!"

"A drinking competition? If he is too drunk, how will the man perform?" Aegon replied, chuckling.

"Then how about you, brother?" Orys wrapped his arm around Aegon's neck. "First to fall loses."

"Sadly, I do not have the stomach to compete with you." Aegon shook his head.

"Ah... then how about first to five goblets of wine!" Orys boastfully inquired, looking at his brother then Aerion. "Come now, are both of you pretty little ladies with small mouths or warriors!?"

"I'll take you on." Aerion smiled, stepping forward.

"Good... I've been waiting for a fierce competitor!"

Orys laid out ten goblets, five for each of them full of the same wine. Orys stabbed his dagger into the table, signalling the start. Both of them grabbed their first goblet and started to gulp down all the wine.

"ONE!" Orys shouted out loud, slamming the first goblet down and grabbing the next. Most of the wedding guests had already gathered around the spectacle.

'This man...'

Aerion raised an eyebrow, realising that by the time he finished his first, Orys was half done with his second. He quickened his pace, washing down all of the wine as swiftly as his body allowed him to.

"THREE!" Orys announced.

'So this is Robert's ancestor... how fitting.'

Aerion barely kept up with Orys until the fifth goblet, where he had to take a long breath while Orys finished the rest.

"FIVE!" Orys smiled, stumbling a little. He spread open his arms and loudly declared; "I... remain undefeated!"

Aerion laughed, casually gesturing towards Orys. "The Realm's best drinker stands before you!"

"I admit... you frightened me on the third goblet." Orys chuckled. "I almost thought I'd lose."

...

"Songs have been sung, the groom is well drunk and the bride is hungry for some real meat!" A drunk Orys japed, his voice booming like lightning despite his stumbling. "I believe... it is time for the bedding ceremony, no?"

Aerion and Jocelyn exchange looks, with the latter shaking her head and standing up. Surprised by the bold act, Aerion looked up.

"There will be no bedding ceremony!" Jocelyn Baratheon announced with a booming voice. "If any man other than my husband insists to touch me and remove my dress, they will find themselves with a broken skull!"

Some of the men grumbled... however, they did not insist. Jocelyn's fierceness in the Stormlands and Iron Isles was well-documented. As for Aerion... well, he was more than feared for how he had taken Harrenhal.

"... Well." Aerion chuckled. "You heard my lady, there will be no... bedding ceremony. As for me... hahahaha, I do not mind being undressed... by an entourage of wonderful ladies."

Jocelyn rolled her eyes. "Of course..."

"You heard them, my ladies!" Rhaenys Targaryen chuckled. "Help Lord Aerion to bed with his wife."

Visenya was later dragged to the entourage by Rhaenys Targaryen.

"Sister... don't be such a bore and join me!"

"A... strange tradition," Aegon remarked.

Aerion soon found himself surrounded by willing and thrilled women, from Queen Rhaenys to Sharra Arryn. They took him by his arms and gracefully removed his luxurious garments. It did not take long for his chest to lay bare for all to see.

"Gods, that is some muscle." Sharra Arryn smiled, taking some liberties with feeling his chest. "Jocelyn is a fortunate lady."

Meanwhile, Jocelyn Baratheon paced ahead, glancing back from time to time.

Considering himself the Emperor of Valyria, Aerion had forbidden all of his bedding ceremonies before as it was a westerosi custom he was not too fond of. The thought of having his wife stripped naked by other men and laid bare for all to see... well, that was just something he did not approve of; tradition or not.

As for himself, he did not partake in the ceremony either. This was his first time... and it felt mostly thrilling.

Aerion was extremely confident until his lower garments were swiftly removed by his direct ancestor, Rhaenys Targaryen. There were gasps and many flushed expressions as the dragon was revealed. Aerion, rather thrilled, had already been rearing to go!

"That's... half a sword!" Rhaenys stated, covering her mouth for a moment. "How do you keep that beast hidden away?"

"It is difficult sometimes." A drunk Aerion shrugged. "But I... manage."

One of the ladies was rather bold, having a good feel of his ass. "Firm like steel..."

'These vulgar ladies...' Aerion laughed.

After reaching his bedchamber, Aerion had heard plenty of bawdy jokes regarding his body. He had been touched all over, no less, with plenty of women taking some liberties including Rhaenys. Aerion was by no means shy about his body... but being so openly touched for so many to see was certainly a new experience.

Visenya Targaryen was part of the entourage but she didn't say anything nor touch him, taking glances from time to time instead.

"That will be all," Aerion stated, laying down on his bed. "Leave us."

"Be careful not to bedrid your lady." One of the ladies chuckled as she left.

"Have a thrilling night, you two." Rhaenys Targaryen smiled, closing the door behind her as she was last to leave.

"Gods... that was a new experience, I must say!" Aerion laughed, sitting back. "Well, are you ready? This is where you... become a woman."

Jocelyn Baratheon nodded, standing up to the side of their bed and undressing herself. She was rather hasteful so he didn't have to wait for long.

"Turn around... my wife." Aerion instructed, a curious light shining across his beautiful violet eyes.

Jocelyn turned and revealed her tall and buxom breasts. Her lower chest was quite lean and fit... the benefits of training at arms, clearly. For a moment, she did look quite shy.

"You're the one with all the experience... so..."

"... Heh, do not fret! I'll get you going."

Jocelyn sat beside Aerion as he began to meticulously caress every inch of her body. He started from her shins, moving up to the thighs... and then the breasts which he took the most interest in. First, it was a gentle touch, then a more firm grope... and before long, he gave them suck.

"They're quite... a handful." Aerion complimented.

"Mhmmm~..."

Jocelyn let out a moan as one teat was taken by his lips while the other was caressed. He played for a while longer before pushing her down and leaning in for a kiss. Their lips intertwined, dancing with each other before Aerion withdrew.

"When are you going to put it in?"

"When you're slick as a seal." Aerion smiled, sliding downwards to her sacred regions. He knew the exact spot, expertly playing with her clitoris with both his fingers and tongue.

"You're... too good~"

After he achieved what he set out to do, Aerion took a short breath.

"... Now I will."

He slipped it in slowly, with grace and began to thrust. Jocelyn, in turn, lost her maidenhood and began to bleed.

Aerion maintained a steady rhythm, before ever so slightly increasing his tempo.

"You know... you need to say a few tempting words rather than just... ahh... moaning." Aerion advised tilting his head. "It's no fun... if you're silent-"

"Mn..." Jocelyn couldn't give much time to think as she was too enthralled in Aerion's 'attack'. "Faster... I want you to go faster. Take me... take me, my dragon.~"

"That's... more like it!" Aerion grinned, feeling more motivated.

"Ahh... mnn..."

Jocelyn began to wrap her long legs around his back, trapping him in a way.

He continued onwards, furthering his pace to his climax.

"So... tight! I'm... waning... already-"

"Right there... mnn... yes... yes!"

Jocelyn couldn't suppress her moans and neither could Aerion suppress his seed, letting go and slipping his cock out just after he released.

"This sensitive cock of mine... hasn't felt a cunt in two years." Aerion laughed, sitting beside her. "I'm sorry... I usually last far longer than that."

"This was only the first round... wasn't it?" A rather breathless Jocelyn tilted her head with a mischievous grin. "You'll have plenty of time to get adjusted... I heard from Dany that it gets right back up with some stimulation."

"Use your tongue and we'll see." Aerion smiled.

"Mn..." Jocelyn crawled over, grasping it. "All those ladies, even those silver queens wanted to touch it, but... it belongs to me, in the end."

She placed her lips against the tip, kissing it before taking his cock into her mouth.

"Ah... not so bad for... a green girl."

"I'm a... woman... *slurp*... your woman..."

Aerion's cheeks got slightly cheery as he pat her head down lightly. "Yes, you are..."

"Plop..."

After it regained its length, Jocelyn withdrew her mouth and smiled. "Well, you're ready now, aren't you?"

"Most keen." Aerion nodded.

"This time... I want to be on top."

A flushed Jocelyn stated, turning him and pushing him down.

"Getting a little bold..." Aerion chuckled, his violet eyes looking up to Jocelyn's blue lustful eyes. To think that she was shy at the beginning! "Ride me, then... ride the dragon."

Jocelyn smiled, feeling his chest before better positioning herself.

"... I'll show you the vitality of a she-wolf and stag."

Little did Aerion know, his night had only started.