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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Major_Character_Death
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin, Game_of_Thrones_(TV), A
      Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_&_Related_Fandoms
  Relationship:
      Lyanna_Stark/Rhaegar_Targaryen
  Character:
      Lyanna_Stark, Rhaegar_Targaryen, Brandon_Stark, Ashara_Dayne, Arthur
      Dayne, Robert_Baratheon, Jon_Snow, Ned_Stark
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Smut, Loss_of_Virginity, Loss_of_Innocence, One
      Shot
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-11 Words: 2760
****** The Womb of a Prophecy ******
by meredyth_tyrell
Summary
     In the night she hears him calling and she answers. Lyanna steals
     away with handsome Prince Rhaegar and the Dragon claims his she-wolf
     in every way.
The Tourney at Harrenhaal had sparked a series of events that could most aptly
be described as a whirlwind romance for Lyanna. She’d never truly wanted nor
expected the attention of the silver-haired Prince, but once she’d had a taste
she had only been too eager to take another bite. So when Rhaegar climbed in
through her window a moon later, Lyanna threw caution to the wind and slipped
out in the dead of the night.
“Do you have anything you need to bring?” he asked between hot kisses pressed
against her lips. It had been too long since he’d been this close to her, her
warm soft body pressed so willingly against his.
“Quickly your Grace, I’m not sure how much longer till someone comes looking
for this guard!” Lyanna peered out the window to find that the hurried whispers
came from Ser Arthur Dayne who was perched precariously on the ledge a few feet
down.
“Good evening my Lady, lovely as always to see you” a quick smile spread across
his handsome face. It appeared almost comical to see the renowned knight
scaling the walls of Winterfell like a thief in the night. Further down she
could make out several other men including Ser Jaime Lannister who appeared to
be shivering. The poor boy hadn’t even remembered the good sense to bring a
winter cloak. Good lord, half the Kingsguard is outside my window without furs,
and there’ll all Southroners.She shook her head laughing.   
“Let me change into my riding boots and grab my furs.” She told Rhaegar. Best
not to keep those poor freezing, Southron knights waiting. Her hands could
barely lace the eyelets of her boots as Rhaegar stood behind her, kissing her
neck whispering sweet nothings in her ear, his hands roaming down the sides of
her slowly burgeoning body.
I should write a note to explain, at least for Ned. Brandon will of course
understand. She chuckled, thinking of all the wild and wicked escapades Brandon
had partaken in. She would never forget how much hostility Lord Paxton had
given the Starks at the tourney in the Arbor. The flustered, chubby man had all
but chased them out of his castle by the end, a sheer contrast from the overt
hospitality he’d greeted them with in a superficial attempt to curry favour
with the Starks (something many Lords did now that they’d learnt of Lord
Rickard’s Southron ambitions). The whole situation had confused them all until
Lady Mina gave Lyanna a letter to deliver to Brandon. Lya had momentarily
considered not reading it, before tearing it open. Inside were Lady Mina’s
declarations to Brandon of her undying love. Oh how she’d bullied Brandon
endlessly about it.
Or the evening not two moons before when Lyanna (who’d had a few too many
glasses of Dornish wine) staggered into a broom closet instead of her chambers
and found Brandon with yet another lady. How flustered Lady Ashara had been as
she hurriedly tried to smooth her skirts and tame her hair. She’d profusely
thanked Lord Brandon for finding her lost "emerald earring" and scurried off
without making eye contact with Lyanna. Brandon shamelessly gave Lya a large
wolfish grin before they both drowned in a fit of laughter.
A sudden pang of guilt hit her. She was leaving them, and without even going
and saying goodbye to Brandon. Never mind, there’ll be plenty of opportunities
later when the scandal has died down to see them again.    
Lyanna couldn't help the excitement that bubbled in her as they rode off into
the night, her handsome Prince taking her on an adventure.
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They'd finally found solace from the Northern lords chasing them after several
days and had secretly taken refuge at a castle. The Lord was loyal to the
Targaryens and had generously hidden them away. Rhaegar had dismissed his
Kingsguard and taken Lyanna up to their quarters, which is where they were now.
He stalked closer and closer to Lyanna, like a predator, imperceptibly licking
his lips. She felt a shiver run down her spine. The slight edge of fear, as
this was finally about to happen, made it all the more thrilling. His hands
went to her shoulders, to the collar of dress, sliding over the thin skin of
her clavicles.
“You have a beautiful body. I can tell, even under this thick fabric, it has
just become a woman’s body. Everything so perky.” Her breath hitched in her
throat, Rhaegar noticed that.
“I am right aren’t I? You wouldn’t disappoint me, would you?” The slight threat
in his voice only served to make Lyanna’s heart beat even faster as he hooked
his thumbs in her dress and pulled it down her body. Lyanna stood naked as her
nameday before him in stark contrast to Rhaegar who remained in his black wool
tunic. Despite the blazing fire, the frosty air immediately hardened her
nipples, which felt even more sensitive under Rhaegar’s stare.
He took a step back to take in her naked form, almost as though he were
inspecting a purchase. His tight lips, straight giving away nothing. But his
eyes, his violet eyes looked like he wanted to devour her. They gave away the
fire, showed the dragon beneath who was fighting to break free of his
restrains, to attack her, make her his. And despite the shame she felt being so
exposed, something stirred in her nether regions, a tingling sensation aching
for relief.
“My beautiful she-wolf", she stood firmly in place till Rhaegar was only a
hair’s breath away. She could feel the heat emanating from him. The dragon
indeed! A large calloused hand reached for her right breast, weighing it in his
hand. "You are the beauty and the beast in one” he whispered as he prowled
closer to her, stalking his prey. She felt herself backing away, feeling
cornered. You are the wolf, stand your ground! She remained smile playing on
his lips deemed that he was satisfied.
“See how your body reacts to me, the Gods created you for me, we were destined
to be dear Lyanna” her breath quickened as his thumb started rubbing back and
forth over her nipple. At this point they were both straining, demanding
relief. Rhaegar, reading her body, pinched it between his thumb and forefinger,
lightly at first, and then harder, twisting slightly. She let out a moan, in
response to pleasure or pain she did not know which, and Rhaegar appeared to be
pleased, again she did not know which he’d hoped for. As he leaned down and
took one rosy nipple into his mouth Lyanna’s head fell back letting out a long
moan as his hands found purchase on her back pulling her to him.
He suckled at her teat like a babe, violet eyes staring into her own, before
kissing his way across to cherish the other breast. His silver hair is so soft
and tickles her chest, as she threads her fingers through them to hold him
closer to her. There was something so hungry about him, his behaviour. This was
far from what she’d expected. Her thighs clenched together as she wondered what
their first bedding would be like, the night that they would truly make love as
man and wife. Robert would likely have been so drunk that he would’ve taken the
wrong woman to bed and still believe he’d made love to Lyanna. She’d persisted
to Ned that Robert didn’t love her, would never love her. He was simply in love
with the ideaof loving Lyanna. And what did her beloved brother do? Nothing,
but stand by as her father happily obliged to ship Lyanna off to the other end
of Westeros to marry a man who’d seen more whores than sunsets in his life.
Rhaeger, though, he was something entirely different. He worshipped her like
the Queen he claimed she deserved to be. The moment he’d dropped the crown in
her lap, when the crowds fell silent and she felt Ben shrinking beside her
under the stares. She felt that same fear and shame and embarrassment, and
then, something else. The blood of the First Men runs in your veins Lyanna. You
have a direct lineage to Bran the Builder, to the Kings of Winter, to the
Wolves of Winterfell. And in that moment she felt the fire burn deep inside
her, in her loins.
Her eyes fluttered shut as Rhaegar ran his large hands down her backside,
sending a chill up her spine.
“No, look at me” her eyes flew open to see the predator before her “I want your
eyes on me always” his voice cut like steel and as he stood up to his full
height she felt weaker and wanton before him.
He carried her to the bed and laid her down, the silk sheets slipping beneath
her skin. She watched as he shrugged off his coat and unbuttoned his tunic
revealing those strong muscles, never breaking eye contact. When he peeled off
his trousers revealing his long, stiff shaft the timid maid in her kicked in.
He intended to bed her tonight itself.
“Rhaegar we can’t do that now, no no” she scrambled back away from him finding
little traction on the slippery sheets. He laughed and grabbed her calf,
pulling her to him.
“Yes, we must. I am your Prince Lyanna, your King. You will not deny me now” he
crawled over her.
“But what about the wedding? We must be married first. My father must give me
to you” she sputtered out every excuse she could think of.
“My beautiful wolf, I have already taken you, you are mine. If you insist on
having a wedding ceremony, a mere formality, then fine, I will arrange that
later. But for now I will take what is mine” there was venom in that last
sentence that made her tremble.
A warm hand cupped her cheek, stroking it gently “Don’t be frightened sweet
Lyanna, I love you and I’m only doing this because I cannot bear another moment
not being in you. I have waited my whole life for this moment, for you.” He
said it with such tenderness that made her heart ache. Thiswas the man she’d
fallen in love with. A wedding was a mere formality, they would declare their
marriage here before the Gods.
His strong hands dusted over the sensitive flesh of her thighs tickling her,
and at his nudging she spread them leaving her bare before him. The reverence
with which he looked at her made the coil in her stomach tighten. Bringing a
single forefinger between her his mouth spread in a wide grin as he felt how
wet she was.
“Just for me my sweet Princess, onlyfor me” he sealed his lips over her own
before she could answer swallowing her moans as his fingers played her like a
harp. Rhaegar slipped along her folds, finding that sweet spot that made her
yearn for him, bucking up into his hand earning another smile from him.
Taking his cock in his hand he led it to her quim. Testing, he slipped the tip
in, his guttural breath evident of his restraint. His little wolf-bride lay
there, mewling and wet, for him to claim. In one swift motion he slid all the
way up to the hilt. Rhaegar let out a groan of pleasure that drowned the sounds
of Lyanna’s cry. He stilled inside her, pressing his face into the side of her
neck, giving her sweet kisses, breathing in the rosemary that lingered in her
soft brown curls. Her fingers had clawed his biceps, no doubt breaking the
skin. Oh she was the beast, the fire. He could feel the tears rolling down her
cheek, perhaps he should have stretched her out a little more with his fingers
first. But there was something so satisfying about breaking that seal so
definitely, knowing for certain that he was her first and only.
“My love you feel softer than silk, like warm honey” he whispered in her ear
before taking the lobe between his teeth and licking.
“I have truly. Never felt. Such Pleasure. It’s like being in the Seven
Heavens.” He said between kisses to her face, claiming her tears in his lips.
And lying above her with his arms flexed on either side of her head to hold up
his weight, his eyes boring deep into her soul, he began to move slowly.
The stinging inside her began to subside as a new sensation of pleasure began
to climb. The coil within her tightened as her breathing laboured, just as
Rhaegar’s did. Her thighs hitched up higher over his hips allowing him to
plough deeper into her, earning a louder moan from Rhaegar.
She could feel herself reaching something, she did not know. But Rhaegar did,
he read it in her eyes. His hand vanished down to find that sweet bead of
pleasure he’d touched before and started rubbing it as he continued to thrust
into her.
“That’s it, come my sweet, my love, my Goddess. Come for me” it was a demand,
not a request and Lyanna would gladly oblige. Everything went white as her body
bowed from the bed, her mouth open with a silent scream. She saw stars, she saw
fire. An all consuming pleasure enveloped her body and all she felt was
ecstasy.
As she came down from her high she saw Rhaegar above her, still moving his
teeth grinding and jaw flexing at the sight of her. He continued to plough into
her to find his own release and Lyanna watched, studied his expressions.
She felt immobile, witness to this incredible man in an act that was almost
ethereal. Till the day she died nothing would ever be quite as beautiful as the
look of Rhaegar Targaryen reaching his peak. His jaw open as he let out a load
moan and a grunt, a bead of sweat rolling down from his temple. The was
something almost violent about it, like a man fresh from the battlefield. And
she was here, blessed by the Old Gods, the New Gods, hell even R’hollor to have
Rhaegar, to be loved by Rhaegar.
“Oh my love, my life!” he roared as he stilled deep within her, spilling his
seed. He slumped his head by her ear and she felt his heart beating quickly
against hers, his breathing slow.
“The seed will be strong. Let us pray that it quickens tonight within you my
dear. The Prince that was Promised could be growing within you as we speak.” He
continued to whisper sweet nothings into her ear as she fell into a deep
slumber.
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Hours later she woke up to the moon streaming through the window. The last
embers of the hearth were burning, she’d been there a while. Rhaegar lay there;
sound asleep in all his glory. She smiled, this was what she’d wanted, to go to
bed every night beside this man. Deep inside, a part of her wondered, how much
he wanted her so that he could fulfil his prophecy. Yes, a part of him did love
her, she was sure of that. But only a small part, which in her lust filled haze
she’d exaggerated to be more than it was. As the moonlight streamed across her
tear stained face Lyanna began to understand the full brevity of her actions
and the potential repercussions. Had she ruined her family forever?
Staring down at her belly she wondered if the Dragon’s seed had held. She
whispered down at her belly “I promise, that whatever mistakes I’ve made,
whatever I’ve done wrong or selfishly, it ends now. Everything I do, will be
for you little dragon.”
And as the months went on Lyanna realised just how much she had sacrificed. Her
father dead, Brandon dead. The thousands of boys brought to an early grave
fighting for a cause they couldn't care less about. But the most painful had
been the news of her beloved Rhaegar, falling in battle. They say her name had
been on his lips as he fell. The tears were endless. And when she'd finally
finished her own battle in the birthing bed and held the babe close to her
chest she looked down and saw a child who would pay for her mistakes.
"I'm sorry my little cub, I'm sorry for everything you will endure and I pray
to the Gods that they will keep you safe and not punish you for my sins."
      
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