The penitence of the wolf - Asserting Dominance - Part one. (Patreon)

Elia Martell, The Red Keep – King’s Landing.

“Is the young Lady well, your grace?” Maya asked, who had entered the chambers of Elia and her husband.

“Yes, dear Maya, Lyanna is perfectly fine, do not worry about her,” Elia said with amusement, looking toward the comfortable couch where Lyanna was completely inert.

Maya did not seem convinced, but she was well trained enough not to ask what did not concern her.

“Understood, princess, I have brought dinner for both of you as you ordered, do you need anything else?” the mature servant asked, while looking at the princess with veiled desire and rubbing her thighs against each other.

Elia looked at her with mischief, recognizing the need on the face of the mature servant.

“That will be all, Maya, thank you, you may retire and rest,” Elia said, laughing softly as she saw the disappointed look on the woman’s face.

The princess simply walked toward her with a slow and dominant step, caressing Maya’s face with softness, an intimate gesture full of promise.

“I know we have neglected you, dear, but with the king on his way to war and the queen in Dragonstone, our beloved dragon has much work, but I will make sure that Rhaegar attends to your feminine needs,” Elia promised, lowering her hand toward Maya’s large breast, making her moan and shudder.

“Will you be a good pet, Maya?” Princess Elia said, pinching the woman’s large nipple.

Maya moaned uncontrollably, nodding again and again.

“Yes, your grace, I promise!” she said, her eyes anxious and full of desire.

Just as Elia wanted her.

“Good girl, now leave, Maya, my husband will arrive soon and I must prepare his surprise,” Elia ordered with firmness, but with complete politeness.

Maya nodded trembling, lowered her head and left slowly, closing the door behind her securely.

Once alone, Elia nodded to herself and proceeded to walk toward the comfortable couch, having a privileged view of Lyanna, who moved her head from side to side sporadically.

Elia took the moment to observe and delight her gaze on the beautiful young woman, Lady Stark was beautiful, with an enviable figure, her wild charm made her extremely attractive to Elia.

And also to her husband, the princess thought with amusement, remembering the last conversation they had about the young Stark, and how hard he fucked her when Elia provoked him by suggesting that they should invite Lyanna to their carnal activities next time.

Gods… just thinking about her husband and the young Stark made Elia’s Dornish blood burn like an inferno, her cunt throbbed at the depraved and delicious image.

Lyanna tied to the marital bed, legs open and eyes blindfolded, Elia would undress her slowly, with playful touches, driving the northerner mad little by little. Elia devouring her brown nipples soaked in wine, while her beloved husband took her again and again, making her scream and delirious with pleasure.

Gods, she could barely wait, the princess thought with great excitement, watching with interest as Lyanna’s hawk entered the chambers, accompanied by a white owl.

Interesting, Elia thought, just as Lyanna opened her eyes and began to breathe rapidly, clearly overwhelmed by the experience.

“Oh Gods, how horrible,” Lyanna said, as she began to gag the moment she woke up, worrying Elia for a moment.

The princess stood up and walked toward the northerner, caressing her back softly with some concern.

“What happened, my wolf?” Elia asked with some urgency in her voice.

Lyanna made a face of disgust before answering.

“The owl had just eaten, PUAAHHG I have the taste of rat in my mouth,” said the wolf maiden with disgust.

Elia relaxed and laughed softly, as she stood up and brought a cup of cider toward Lyanna, who took it greedily.

“Slowly, Lya,” Elia said, watching with disbelief as the young wolf finished the cup in a single gulp, without even enjoying it.

Elia shook her head, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Better?” the princess asked, pleased to see Lya nodding, now calmer.

“Better, thank you very much, Elia,” Lya said with a smile, enjoying Elia’s delicate hand on her back.

“Did you manage to discover anything?” the princess asked with some urgency, returning the cup to the table and giving Lya space to stand up.

The wolf maiden nodded softly and said.

“Yes, they are discreet, but they move like rats through the remaining alleys of King’s Landing, they use a section of the Flea Bottom sewers that the prince has not yet remodeled,” Lyanna said while massaging her head and her eyes, clearly exhausted by the experience.

“Could you locate the zones on a map?” Elia asked, pleased to see that Lya nodded softly.

Both maidens walked toward the desk, which had a rather rustic map of the old city, it was not the most precise, but it would have to suffice.

The wolf maiden sat down and began to analyze the map completely concentrated, while Elia massaged her shoulders in a hypnotic manner, watching her work and enjoying how from time to time, when Elia’s hands brushed fleetingly against Lya’s medium breasts, the young woman tensed and stifled a moan.

It was a game between them that they had played countless times, Elia touching Lya’s body with mastery, trying to make her react in some way, and the young wolf maiden enduring it with all her strength to remain impassive.

“These are…MMMMMHM…these are the places, princess…OHHHH—” moaned the wolf maiden as she sighed in pleasure and leaned her head against Elia’s chest, who continued touching her body with the mastery with which Rhaegar played his harp.

But in her opinion, the music that Lyanna made was far superior to that of her husband.

“Interesting, very interesting,” Elia whispered, analyzing the points that Lya had circled on the map.

“Do you recognize anything?” the wolf maiden asked, now beginning to kiss Elia’s neck softly, they were timid and tentative kisses, which made the blood of the Dornish princess burn.

Lya seemed like a small fawn, full of desire, but too afraid to truly take it.

Hesitation… not innocence… the final step before surrender.

“Yes, if you observe, the three points that you selected are dangerously close to the Sept, something that coincides with Cersei’s reports,” Elia said with caution, separating from Lya, to the evident disappointment of the latter.

The wolf maiden shook her head quickly and asked.

“What reports?” Lya asked, now calmer now that Elia’s skilled hands were no longer on her body.

Without taking her eyes off the map, the Dornishwoman responded.

“That the Faith, the High Septon specifically, are planning something, Lady Lannister has found indications for several months and we have taken actions to weaken them and it has worked to a certain point, but lately they have become much more careful and with King Aerys on campaign against the Ironborn, Rhaegar fears an uprising,” Elia confessed with a heavy sigh.

Lya did not respond for a long time.

“I could… I could send a letter to my father, the name of King Aerys is very beloved in the North, his concessions, reforms and his interest in our people has earned him the support of the First Men, who are not susceptible to the falsehoods of the Andals, perhaps a regiment of northerners in the capital would dissuade the Faith from doing something foolish,” Lya said with hesitation.

At the words of the beautiful young woman, Elia’s eyes widened in surprise, that… was a very good idea.

And… why limit it to the North? When she had her own people, the Rhoynar, more than willing to tip the balance in her favor?

Elia looked at Lya, who watched her with a tentative face, waiting for Elia’s answer.

The princess smiled coquettishly and walked toward Lya, caressing the maiden’s face, enjoying seeing how she shuddered.

“You… my beautiful wolf, gave me one of the best and simplest solutions to our problem, could you send that letter for me in the morning?” the princess purred, as she brought her seductive lips closer to Lya’s, who let out a small muffled gasp, looking at Elia’s lips with evident desire, her body trembling with pleasure and flushed.

She was so adorable, Elia thought with amusement.

“As you command, princess,” Lya said while swallowing, making the princess smile and, with total naturalness, take Lya’s neck with gentleness, but making clear who was in control.

And the moment their lips touched, Gods… it was as if an explosion of emotions flooded her being.

Her lips were different from Rhaegar’s, her beloved dragon was… dominant and masculine, the prince was the one who led the rhythm of the pleasurable act.

But with Lya…

The lips of the wolf maiden tasted of cider with fruits, she breathed in an agitated way while moving her hands, clearly wishing to touch her, but without truly daring to do so.

Elia rolled her eyes with amusement and tenderness, took Lya’s hands and placed them on her ass, enjoying the gasp of surprise.

“Why so shy, Lya?” Elia purred, as she placed a soft kiss on the young woman’s neck, followed by a sensual lick right on the pulse of the wolf maiden, enjoying how she gasped and moaned.

The wolf maiden opened and closed her mouth many times, her face reddened with desire.

“No… we shouldn’t do this, your grace… I… I… AHHHHG” Lya moaned as she felt Elia’s hands on her ass.

“Come on, Lya, you have seen me practically naked with my legs around my husband, how his virility claimed my intimacy, how he conquered me and made me his again and again,” Elia said, enjoying the way Lya’s eyes dilated.

Elia, with mastery born from countless nights in Dorne, untied Lya’s dress with one hand, while the other maintained her prey’s attention on pleasure, and when Lya’s beautiful breasts were exposed…

“Perfection…” Elia said, lowering her head and kissing softly and tenderly the small brown nipple of the wolf maiden.

“Princess!! Elia!!!” Lya pleaded, trembling with desire, her eyes begging for things she did not even understand.

Elia smiled and, with the dexterity of a cat, brought her hand toward Lyanna’s burning cunt, it was soaked, her hair damp and heated.

Elia shook her head with false disappointment and said.

“No, my lady, this is unacceptable, you cannot have this so untidy, Lya,” Elia said with determination.

The young woman looked at her with doubt, not understanding what she meant.

Elia smiled mischievously and, taking Lyanna’s hand, guided it slowly beneath her dress.

Directly toward her soft and burning cunt, without a single hair in between.

Elia laughed at the expression of surprise and desire on Lya’s face, and let out a soft moan when she felt Lya’s mischievous fingers exploring her womanhood with delicacy, but evident desire.

Just as her husband liked.

“This is how you will have it from now on, I do not like hair on my womanhood, and neither does Rhaegar, and if you are to be our woman, you have much to learn,” Elia said, at the same time she inserted her finger with mastery into Lya’s burning womanhood, making her gasp and sigh, before letting out a guttural moan of pleasure.

The Dornishwoman smiled, pleased, before removing her finger and with total naturalness placing it on Lyanna’s lips, the command more than clear.

And the submissive wolf opened them obediently, completely yielding to the desires of the Dornish princess.

Elia smiled.

The fun had only just begun.

She had a wolf to tame and prepare for the arrival of her husband.

Lyanna Stark would howl at the moon tonight.

And the night itself seemed to wait… holding its breath… for the dragon’s return.