Game of Thrones: The Legend of Quentyn Martell

POV: Oberyn Martell

Stormlands, Stonehelm.

Oberyn and Ellaria sat at the tavern, their drinks clinking together as they laughed at each other's jokes. The night was young, and the two of them were enjoying each other's company. Oberyn observes that his soldiers are drinking and flirting with the attendants, and this make a smile appear on his face.

When Oberyn turns his attention back to Ellaria, he observe her black hair cascaded down her olive-skinned back, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she she comes closer to whispered something his ear. He chuckled low in his throat, his hand reaching out to rest on her knee.

They finished their drinks, and Ellaria stood up, swaying slightly on her feet. Oberyn was quick to steady her, his hand wrapping around her waist.

"Let's go to bed," Ellaria murmured, her voice husky with desire.

Oberyn didn't need to be told twice. He stood up, his hand still on Ellaria's waist, and led her out of the tavern. They stumbled their way up to their room, their laughter echoing through the hallway.

Once they were inside, Oberyn pulled Ellaria close, his lips finding hers in a searing kiss. Ellaria moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in Oberyn's hair.

They broke apart, both of them panting heavily. Ellaria's dress was already halfway down her body, and Oberyn's pants were tented with desire.

Ellaria pushed Oberyn back onto the bed, her lips finding his again as she straddled him. Oberyn's hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through the fabric of her dress.

Ellaria broke the kiss, her lips trailing down Oberyn's neck and chest. She nipped at his nipples, making him gasp with pleasure.

She continued her descent, her lips finding his hard cock through his pants. She rubbed her cheek against it, making Oberyn moan with pleasure.

Ellaria undid Oberyn's pants, freeing his cock. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking it gently.

Oberyn groaned, his hips thrusting upwards. Ellaria took the hint, her lips wrapping around his cock.

She sucked him deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft. Oberyn's hands tangled in her hair, guiding her as she sucked him off.

Ellaria's lips were like fire, and Oberyn could feel himself getting close to the edge. He pulled Ellaria's head up, his cock slipping out of her mouth with a pop.

"Fuck me," he growled, his voice low and husky.

Ellaria didn't need to be told twice. She climbed off of Oberyn, pulling her dress the rest of the way off. She was completely naked, her body on display for Oberyn to see.

Oberyn's eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her. Ellaria was beautiful, her body curves in all the right places.

Ellaria climbed back onto the bed, straddling Oberyn again. She positioned herself over his cock, slowly lowering herself down onto it.

"Ohhh..." he moaned as he filled her, his hands gripping her hips as she began to ride him. Ellaria's breasts bounced with each thrust.

"Fuck my prince... it feels so goood..." her moans filling the room.

Oberyn's hands roamed over Ellaria's body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. Ellaria leaned back, giving him better access.

Oberyn took advantage, his mouth finding one of Ellaria's nipples. He sucked it into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth.

"Mmmm..." Ellaria moaned while her hips thrusting harder. Oberyn could feel her getting close, her pussy tightening around his cock.

He reached down, his fingers finding Ellaria's clit. He began to rub it in circles, making Ellaria moan louder. "UNGH! Yes! Right there my love!" She moaned, while his cock doesn't stop penetrating her.

Ellaria's moans turned into cries as she came, her pussy clenching around Oberyn's cock. Oberyn groaned, his own orgasm rushing through him.

"Oh!" He came deep inside of her, filling her with his seed.

Ellaria collapsed onto Oberyn, both of them panting heavily.

"Fuck, that was amazing," Oberyn murmured, his lips finding Ellaria's again.

Ellaria smiled, her lips curving upwards. "I told you it would be."

After a while of the two lying silently in each other's arms, Oberyn finally broke the silence. "I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat". 

Ellaria chuckled, sitting up. "Okay, but only if we can come back here and do that again."

Oberyn grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Deal."

They got dressed and headed back down to the tavern, their laughter echoing through the hallway once again.

Downstairs, the tavern was alive with the hum of voices and clinking tankards. The aroma of roasting meats and fresh bread filled the air, mingling with the sharp scent of Dornish wine. Oberyn and Ellaria found a corner table and settled in, drawing more than a few curious glances from nearby patrons. It wasn't every day that travelers from Dorne—much less the famed Red Viper and his captivating companion—graced this small Stormlands tavern.

A barmaid approached, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, clearly recognizing Oberyn. "What can I bring you, my lord?" she stammered, her gaze flitting nervously between the couple.

Oberyn flashed her a disarming smile. "Your finest meat and wine, my lady," he replied smoothly, his usual charm in full effect. "And make it enough for two very hungry travelers."

The barmaid hurried off, leaving Ellaria to laugh softly, resting her chin in her hand as she gazed at him. "Are you ever not on the hunt, my love?"

Oberyn shrugged, grinning. "Only when I'm satisfied—which, admittedly, doesn't happen very often," he teased, raising a playful eyebrow.

Their food soon arrived, and they ate with the unabashed hunger of those who'd worked up an appetite. The clamor of the tavern surrounded them, but within their little bubble, it felt as though they were alone. Between bites, they shared stolen touches, whispers of promises, and glances that needed no words.

As they finished, Oberyn leaned back, watching the patrons filter in and out, the songs and stories exchanged by the hearth a reminder of the simplicity in life's fleeting pleasures.

Ellaria took his hand, her fingers intertwining with his as they headed back toward their room, laughter lingering in their wake. Tonight, they would return to their sanctuary—and come morning, their journey would continue, but a little more tired.