[her hands find purchase on the bed, gripping the sheets tightly. She has half a thought that she might tear them somehow, but not even that can remain in her head under Solas’s undivided attention like this.
There’s no use for propriety here. This isn’t the act of fucking for the sake of children, nothing more and nothing less. Solas was skilled, and clearly happy to show it, and Helaena was more than happy to be shown.
There’s no use was no pretense here, nothing to be gained by trying to hold back, so Helaena doesn’t. She’s not the Queen, she’s not a Targaryen. She’s just a woman being loved by a man and turned into a delighted, quivering mess because of it. She rocks against his face, gentle and tentative, then a bit more demanding as she gets used to it.]
Solas, more. [She moans softly, untangling one hand to bring it to his head to urge him on.] I can take it, I swear.
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There’s no use for propriety here. This isn’t the act of fucking for the sake of children, nothing more and nothing less. Solas was skilled, and clearly happy to show it, and Helaena was more than happy to be shown.
There’s no use was no pretense here, nothing to be gained by trying to hold back, so Helaena doesn’t. She’s not the Queen, she’s not a Targaryen. She’s just a woman being loved by a man and turned into a delighted, quivering mess because of it. She rocks against his face, gentle and tentative, then a bit more demanding as she gets used to it.]
Solas, more. [She moans softly, untangling one hand to bring it to his head to urge him on.] I can take it, I swear.