#Arch Daemon

[arabiidhound]

Made a new ref for Lazareth, I love him sm

[oldlawrence-blog]

The Procession at Leon Residence

[slaanxsh]

Something to keep in mind whenever these two start arguing

[skxrbrand]

Lmao, so it appears that N’kari is actually smaller than the standard Keeper of Secrets? I thought it was because he was hunched over, but no, during one of his idle animations he stands up completely straight. N’kari is just tiny.

[nebulaafterdark]

The Rats Pt. 2

Aegon Targaryen ii x Velaryon(Strong)!Reader

Summary: Aegon attempts to make peace with Rhaenyra after being forced to usurp her throne. Lucerys’ death complicates things.

18+ ONLY, MDNI

Part 1

“Princess Y/N of house Velaryon.” The guard announces.

Rhaenyra’s heart skips a beat, surely he is mistaken.

“Mother,” Y/N says, racing toward her. “Your grace,” she corrects herself.

Rhaenyra wraps her eldest child in her arms. “Mother will do just fine.”

Y/N buries her face in Rhaenyra’s shoulder.

“How did you get here?” Aegon would never let her go of his own free will.

“Daemon,” Y/N breathes. Knowing that her stepfather will owe her for the half truth.

“Where are the children?”

“In King’s Landing.” Y/N tells her, “to keep Aegon’s wits about him in my absence. He wants to come to an agreement, he’s more than willing to bend the knee. I only ask that he and Helaena be spared…as for Aemond Targaryen, he is a murderer.” Y/N’s voice breaks, “we will avenge the murder of my brother.”

Rhaenyra’s strokes a hand over her hair, feeling the dark waves that remind her of Lucerys. “Aegon and Helaena will receive full pardons based on your testimony. Rest assured I appreciate what you have done on my behalf.”

“Thank you.” Y/N pulls back marginally, realizing her mother’s pregnant belly should be between them. “Where is the babe?”

Rhaenyra shakes her head.

Y/N covers her mouth with her hand, “I am terribly sorry.”

“It is no fault of yours, darling girl.”

“I should have been here with you.”

“When I offered your hand in marriage, I had no idea Aegon was capable of love. It has complicated all of this.”

Y/N nods, “speaking of my husband. I should send word that I am well, lest he take out his frustration on Dragonstone.”

Rhaenyra taps her chin, affectionately. “I will fetch a scroll.”

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Aegon’s youngest son is the only one of his children to share Y/N’s dark locks. His wife insisted they name him Aegon. After my dearest love. She said.

Aegon agreed of course as he can deny her nothing. The child wails nonstop, in the absence of his mother. At all of four months old, Aegon is the only one who can quiet him besides Y/N. As such, the King is now attending the small council meeting with a babe in his arms.

Their daughter, Dahlia, the eldest of the twins will sit the iron throne one day, through his line of succession and Rhaenyra’s. At all of six, she is sitting at the table. His other children Visera and Laenor have not been properly protected under the guard, they too must stay in his sightline.

“Gods be good.” Alicent frowns at her son.

“What is it?” Aegon huffs, arching a brow at her.

“The small council is no place for children, your grace.” Alicent explains. “They would be better tended by their maids.”

Aegon nods, “right. As you all know, two nights ago, the Princess Helaena was attacked in the children’s chambers. Our heirs were threatened and Queen Y/N was taken from us. During which time, not a single guard could be found on the entirety of the royal floor! Because you were-”

Aegon looks to his children in turn, “cover your ears my darlings.” He smiles, waiting until they have done as they’re told, holding his own hand over his infant’s ear. “Where were we, mother? Oh, that’s right, no one was guarding my children because you were fucking the royal guard.”

The council members lower their heads in acknowledgement.

“The men who carried out this attack, entered under the guise of rat catching. I want them found and swiftly executed.” Aegon demands, patting his sleeping son’s leg.

“We have been interrogating rat catchers for days, thus far we have no leads.” Otto explains.

A slow smile spreads over the King’s face. “Then hang them all.”

Alicent blanches.

“Anything else?” Aegon asks, watching Visera begin toying with Otto’s chair.

“A letter arrived from Dragonstone, your grace.” Lord Tyland informs him.

“Oh?” Aegon says, “from Rhaenyra?”

“From Queen Y/N.”

Aegon swallows, “did you read it?”

“No, my King.”

“Good,” Aegon reaches for the rolled parchment.

‘My dearest Aegon,

Please know that I am well. We would like to begin negotiations to end the blockade and create a peaceful transfer of power. This will require your cooperation, I hope you will meet me at Dragonstone to discuss this matter farther.

Forever yours,

Y/N’

Aegon exhales, sharply.

“What is it, your grace?”

“The children and I are off to Dragonstone.”

“Whatever for?”

“To negotiate the terms of Y/N’s return.”

“My King…”

“And if you cannot agree on said terms?” Alicent asks.

Aegon frowns, lifting a shoulder. “To war then.”

“He is unhinged,” Otto whispers to his daughter.

“As I warned he would be.” Alicent rises from her seat. “He is quite…devoted to her.”

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“It has been three days since you sent word to King’s Landing. We must assume Aegon’s silence is his response.” Daemon seethes, around the drawing table.

“Give it time.” Y/N insists, “you owe me that.”

Daemon smirks, “I owe you nothing, spoiled thing.”

“Mmm,” Y/N hums. “My mother does not yet know how I came to be here.”

“And you are not going to tell her. Otherwise, my distaste for your usurping cunt of a husband will be demonstrated at length.”

Sunfyre roars, calling their attention to the nearest window.

Daemon huffs, “I’ll be damned.”

“And he’s brought the children.” Y/N rejoices, running out to join her family.

Jacaerys is already helping to unload her children from the makeshift carriage on the dragon’s saddle.

“Mother!” Dahlia and Visera charge Y/N nearly knocking her backwards.

Laenor runs after them with his little legs as Aegon the fourth, stares at her, babbling in his father’s arms.

Y/N is moved to tears, “you came.”

“You didn’t think I would?” Aegon cocked his head to the side.

“It’s a rather large ask,” Y/N explains.

“For you, the world.” He replies, with a kiss to her temple. “Now, where is Rhaenyra? We have much to discuss.”

“Her grace will join us soon.”

Aegon nods, “I request a small audience, before the council.”

“That can be arranged.”

“After which your brother might tend the children whilst you show me your quarters.” Aegon whispers.

Y/N smirks, “of course.”

Part 3

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[blakeswritingimagines]

Leaving Kiss Prints On Them

Aegon: He's amused, maybe intrigued as to why you've done it in the first place. But at the same time, he would be strangely touched, flattered that you would want to leave your mark on him, to show others that you own him.

Aemond: As he looked into the mirror, the glistening traces of a deep red lipstick print stood out boldly against his pale complexion. A sly smirk played on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the mark's presence. The memory of the partner flashed through his mind, your passionate kiss leaving a lingering kiss upon his skin.

Jacaerys: "Oh, you cheeky wench", Jacaerys exclaimed, surprised by the bold display of affection from his partner. He touched the mark on his cheek, feeling the slickness of the lipstick and a smile playing on his lips. "You know you're marking your territory?", he teased. "This better wash off, or I'll be walking around with your signature smudge for days."

Lucerys: He would blush and smile genuinely, appreciating the sign of affection from you. He'd gently touch the lipstick print, feeling a sense of closeness and love. After a moment, he would take your hand, intertwining your fingers and pulling you close for a tender embrace.

Rhaenyra: Upon realizing the lipstick mark, she would feel a rush of warmth and affection. She'd reach up to gently touch the mark, a sly grin curling her lips in appreciation of the affectionate gesture. Her fingers might linger there for a moment, tracing the faint outline of the mark, her thoughts filled with the memory of the kiss that left it behind. "Attempting to mark your territory, huh?"

Daemon: He'd chuckle, running his hands through his hair before giving you a playful smirk. With a gentle tug, he pulled you closer until your front was flush against his, a hand moving to rest at the curve of your waist. "Leaving your mark on me again, darling?" He says, arching a brow in amusement.

Alicent: It is a pleasant surprise to find a mark of affection on her cheek, like a colorful stamp of love. She might glance into a mirror to appreciate the delicate contour and color of the imprint against her skin. A smile would likely spread across her face, touched by the thought that you took the time to leave this intimate memento as a silent declaration of tenderness. She might even feel a slight flutter of affection, feeling her cheeks warm up with a hint of bashfulness.

Helena: When you leave a lipstick print on her cheek, she feels a mix of amusement and flattery. She can't help but smile at the playful gesture, knowing that you've marked her as yours in a subtle but endearing way. The glossy imprint on her skin reminds her of your presence and the affection you have for her. As she catches a glimpse of the colored stain, it serves as a pleasant reminder of the intimate moment you shared or the playful banter you engaged in.

Harwin: He would chuckle softly as he felt the warm, familiar softness of lips against his cheek, leaving a trail of a vivid lipstick stain. The subtle scent of sweetness and roses gently drifted to his nostrils, prompting him to lift a hand and brush his fingers against the mark. A soft smile played on his lips. “You’ve left your mark, I see,” he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice, though the words were laced with an unmistakable fondness.

Cregan: He noticed the lipstick stain on his cheek and ran a finger over it, a sly smile spreading across his face before he turned to you, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, well, it seems someone has marked her territory." He leaned back in his chair, still smiling as he regarded you with a playful gleam in his eyes. "And here I thought I was the possessive one."

Criston: At first, a flush of embarrassment washes over his face as he becomes self-conscious of the lipstick mark. However, it quickly dissolves into a smirk at the realization that you have marked him as yours. A wave of possessiveness washes over him, and he can’t help but feel a sense of pride knowing that everyone will know whom he belongs to. The rest of the day, he’ll find himself subconsciously rubbing his hand over the lipstick print, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

[flowerandblood]

The Price of Pride (1/?)

[ canon • Aemond x Royce • female ]

[ warnings: the angst, kidnapping and imprisonment, abuse of power, violence, panic attack ]

[ description: Prince Aemond finds a solution to the disproportion in the number of dragons between Dragonstone and King's Landing: he decides to find dragon blood and, like his half-sister, train dragon riders. He takes as his target the daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce, whom he abducts and imprisons in the Red Keep. Slow burn, darkish, insolent, arrogant Aemond. I have combined several requests here: (dragon blood female & prisoner female). ]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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It took him a long time to bring her to the Red Keep. Too long, to his frustration – while Aegon on his throne preferred to loudly announce to his subjects things he could not provide for them, he acted in silence, trying to ensure that he was always one step ahead of their sister-whore.

When Larys Strong's spies reported to them that Rhaenyra was seeking dragon seed among the bastards in King's Landing his brother laughed, but he, their mother and all the lords were horrified.

This meant that the slight advantage Vhagar had given them was going to be in vain, as she stood no chance in a confrontation with so many dragons.

Helaena was riding Dreamfyre, but at his words to move into battle with him she covered her ears and turned her head away, saying she would never burn anyone. Daeron's dragon was still too small, so that left him and Aegon, who was the King and could not die, on the battlefield.

That was not enough.

And then it dawned on him.

Rhea Royce must have been devastated after learning that her hated husband's seed had taken root in her womb. The whole kingdom knew that she and his uncle loathed each other sincerely, and while he stayed in King's Landing, she remained in Runestone.

He thought she certainly felt satisfaction when she gave him a daughter, although the Rough Prince wanted a son.

According to rumour, she was born accompanied by her mother's loud groans a few months apart after his own birth, and was supposed to be the reason Daemon waited with murdering her mother: he did not want the burden of caring for a newborn child to fall on him.

Though he would never admit it out loud, of the many lords or bastards born of dragon seed, his choice was guided not only by her close kinship to their family, but also by the fact that having her by his side could be a humiliation to his uncle, a show of his strength, prudence and sheer malice.

Of how dangerous he was not only because of Vhagar.

He had prepared an ambush for her with reverence, through Strong's spy network weaving servants close to her into his plan.

He had no idea what kind of woman she was, whether or not she resisted, whether or not she could wield a sword like her mother, but he received a letter weeks later that they had succeeded, and Daemon's daughter was heading for King's Landing against her will.

He felt a pleasant tingling in his fingertips at the thought of what he would be able to do with her: if he found her pretty and humble enough, if indeed she succeeded in taming a dragon, he could try to invalidate his betrothal to the Baratheon whore and allow her to receive the honour of bearing his heirs instead.

His own dragon inheritance.

When she finally arrived, she was, much to his mother's displeasure, placed in a dungeon – he wanted her to understand that her situation was serious and that any answer from her that did not satisfy him would end in one way.

Her death.

He went down to the underground with the guards and dismissed them when he stopped under her cell with the torch in his hand, its light exposed her face to him.

She was sitting on the ground with her knees tucked under her chin, her head raised towards him, the look of her eyes frustrated and grim, her dark brows arched in displeasure.

She was not afraid.

For now.

He looked at her figure from top to bottom, finding that he had imagined her differently: he had hoped to see any Targaryen features in her. However, her long hair was dark, her eyelashes long and black, like a fan surrounding her brown eyes, which were as big as those of a doe.

Clearly it was her mother's blood that prevailed, he thought with disappointment, however his face remained stony.

"Do you know who I am, woman?" He asked coldly, the corner of her mouth twitching, her gaze softening as if his words amused her, making him feel uneasy.

"It's hard not to guess." She replied without any pleasantries.

He licked his lower lip in a gesture of frustration, recognising that he would not allow himself to be verbally dominated by her.

He had to knock her off her guard.

"Do you understand why you're here?"

She sighed heavily, looking down at her fingers, suddenly tired and small, like a child who wanted to go to sleep already.

"Because of my father, I guess. You are wasting your time. I don't represent any value to him. He will not pact with you for my sake." She said, and he snorted, grinning broadly – she looked at him in surprise, as if she hadn't expected such a reaction from him.

"You are mistaken. We need your blood."

She shook her head, shocked by his words, raising her shoulders in a gesture as if trying to defend herself against what she just heard.

He liked the look of terror on her face, no doubt at the thought that they were about to cut her wrists open and drain her of blood like an animal.

"We will find one of the wild dragons hidden in the mountain caves and you will try to claim it. You will die, or you will succeed and join the war on our side." He said coldly, and she burst out laughing, as if she hadn't heard a greater foolishness in a long time, causing his jaw to clench in fury.

Stupid cunt.

"I know nothing about dragons or their riders and have no desire to learn about them. This, I think, is something that is destined for those endowed by the gods with white hair. I have no intention of sacrificing myself for your family. Behead me or burn me, but spare me this farce." She sneered, looking away, as if she thought she could get away with such impudent words.

She picked herself up and took a few steps back as he unlocked her cell and a moment later he was beside her, dropping the torch to the stone floor, grabbing her by the neck, her body and head hitting the wall hard.

He stared at her for a moment, listening to her heavy breath as if she was choking, panic in her big, brown eyes.

Fear suited her.

"Do you think I'm asking you for your opinion? You will serve me, and you will serve me well, or I will burn not you, but all of the fucking Vale. Only dust and ashes will be left of the people you knew. Is that what you want, my Lady?" He scoffed, and she shook her head quickly, her lower lip quivering all over, her small, soft hands clenched on his wrist.

He leaned over her, digging his fingers deeper into her delicate skin as if he wanted to break her neck.

"So we have an agreement, as I understand it?" He whispered, as if asking her a secret, something only he should hear.

Her eyebrows arched in pain, her plump lips parted in a deep, shuddering breath as she nodded, her warm gaze filled with pain and regret at the same time.

Was she now begging in her mind for her father to save her?

For him to come to her rescue?

The thought made him want to laugh.

"Mmm." He hummed, looking at her red eyes and full lips, feeling a strange kind of intimacy now that he could feel her veins, her blood, dragon's blood, pulsing under her bare skin.

Their shared heritage.

His seed was stronger than Daemon's, he thought with a confidence bordering on vanity.

Their children would have his white hair.

He felt arousal at that thought, his length pulsed softly in his breeches.

He let go of her, and she took a deep breath, sliding to the ground, clutching at her neck where he'd driven his fingers.

"You will be moved to one of the chambers. You will not lack anything. Serve me well and no more harm will befall you." He said in an offhand manner and simply left, satisfied with how childishly simple it was.

The women and their soft hearts, their despair at the thought that someone else might lose their life because of them, their eternal pondering and tenderness that made them so weak.

"I have heard of your success, brother. I was told we had a visitor in the Keep." Said Aegon, glancing at him, seated at the other end of the table, while his hand played with the marble green orb lying before him.

"Yes. She will obey us. I will personally prepare her." He said, resting his elbows on the table top.

The King laughed.

"You, brother? What does your beloved betrothed in Storm's End would say about it?" He sneered, glancing at the lords around them as if asking if his joke was in fact funny.

He grinned, trying to contain his anger and that familiar, unpleasant feeling of humiliation rippling through his chest.

"Who else would do this? You, with your superior knowledge of the language of Old Valyria will teach her commands and behaviour towards a wild dragon?" He asked, looking him straight in the eye.

His brother grew pale and swallowed hard, tense, feeling that he had lost this battle.

"Bring her in." He ordered.

Soon the door to the room opened, and she walked in, accompanied by the guards: she was wearing one of his mother's old brown gowns, its red sleeves reaching to the ground. Her hair was loose but not in disarray, falling gently down her back, as if she had not let any servant touch it and combed it herself.

"Come closer, cousin." Said Aegon with a smile, raising his hand and nodding, clearly wanting to encourage her.

She reluctantly took a few steps closer, looking around the assembled people anxiously, finally meeting his gaze – she stopped for a moment at his face, as if she was thinking hard about something, and then turned her head away, suddenly tired and resigned.

Good, he thought.

There was no need for her to stand up to him.

"We are overjoyed by your presence, even though you were brought here under not very pleasant circumstances. I hope you will quickly forget about these… discomforts and support us in our cause. My brother is extremely eager to prepare you for this." Aegon said, her lips twitching in a grimace that he didn't like when he mentioned him, but no words left her mouth.

"Are you not glad to face your father? Did he not forget you and abandon you for so many years?" Continued Aegon, their mother looked at him and shook her head, wanting him to stop.

She lifted her gaze to his brother-king and looked at him for a moment, her expression gentle and calm.

"I have nothing to say to you, cousin. Do with me what you wish."

A heavy, uncomfortable silence fell around them – he feared what Aegon would do with this insult – the fact that she had humiliated him by simply calling him her cousin, speaking to him without proper etiquette or manners.

Aegon pressed his lips together and leaned forward, as if thinking hard about something.

"Our family has forgotten you. Left you the fuck knows where, motherless and fatherless. And I am deeply sorry for it."

He looked at him shocked, not believing that he had said such a thing, apologised to her even though it was she who had offended him, and then looked at her face – her eyes turned red, her lips parted slightly, as if he had stuck a needle straight into her heart.

What was he doing?

Aegon spread himself comfortably in his chair with a loud creak of wood, smiling with satisfaction.

"You may leave."

He did not know why he had been furious all evening, why, bent over the maps of Westeros, planning his fucking war, he had been unable to focus or calm himself.

He knew why his brother had done it: he wanted to bond with her, to show him that he was the one she would obey, that he was in control of the situation, that he was the King.

"Bring our prisoner." He ordered loudly so that the servant who was just taking the tray from his table heard it.

"As you wish, Your Highness."

When she walked into his chamber she stopped immediately behind the door, which closed behind her with a loud clatter. He glanced up at her dispassionately and looked again at the books he had taken from his shelves, which he had often browsed through as a child.

This was his legacy, not hers.

But he had to do it.

"Come here. Sit down." He said dryly and after a moment he heard the rustling of her gown.

As she sat in the chair beside him he smelled her, some kind of oil that scented of field flowers, chamomile or daisies, and he thought that she had taken a bath.

Something in that thought, in the idea of her bare, soft body sunk in the warm water, made his manhood throb pleasantly, tingling heat spreading through his lower abdomen.

He moved one of the books towards her, open to the page on which was written what he wanted to discuss with her.

"Can you read?" He asked coldly, and she threw him a look from which he felt like grabbing her cheeks and shaking that little head of hers.

She didn't answer, which frustrated him even more, clutching the volume in her hands and leaning over it, following the text with her eyes.

So she could read, he thought mockingly.

"The dragons understand the language of Old Valyria, and this is how the dragon riders communicate with them. You have to learn to speak the commands properly." He sighed, running his hand over his face, feeling tired and discouraged.

"Dohaerās means serve. Rȳbās means listen. These are the most important words, right next to Lykirī, which commands a dragon to remain calm." He said, tilting his head back, closing his eyes. "Repeat."

Silence.

He pressed his lips together, opening his eyes, thinking he was about to kill her with his own hands.

He looked at her, wanting to hiss to her that he was going to slam her head against the table until she dutifully recited each of the words he was ordering her to repeat but his voice stuck in his throat when he saw the look on her face.

He had the impression that although she froze in stillness, her whole body was quivering, as if she was cold.

Her eyes were open wide in fear, and even though her lips were pressed into a thin line she was breathing heavily, as if she were suffocating, her fingers clenched on the back of the book.

Was it possible that she had heard these words before, had read a book similar to this?

Did Daemon try to teach her the language of Old Valyria when she was a child?

He didn't know what he should do, feeling that if he touched her she would just fall apart, so he merely looked at her, wondering how such a person was supposed to tame a dragon.

He rose from his seat as if burned, snapped out of his reverie when her eyes rolled back and she simply fainted, her body, numb and heavy slid to the floor beneath their feet.

He circled the table and knelt beside her, slapping his palm against her cheek in an attempt to revive her, but she did not wake up.

"Bring the Maester, quickly!" He called out and cursed loudly, restraining himself from screaming with rage.

"What have you done to her?" His mother hissed quietly, so that only he could hear it while the Maester examined her.

He turned his face away and shook his head, wondering if everyone in this damned fortress was against him.

After all, he was doing this for them.

For their family.

"Nothing. She was only supposed to read a few words. I didn't even touch her." He growled, his hands intertwined behind his back clenched into a fist.

Why didn't she trust him?

Why was she looking at him like this, as if she didn't recognise him?

Hadn't he always been faithful to her?

"What words? What did you say to her?"

"Words in Old Valyrian, nothing more. She must learn it if she is not to burn in the dragon fire, and our efforts are not to be in vain." He scoffed impatiently.

"We do not know what Daemon did to her. Whether she saw her mother die."

"I don't care what he did to her or what she saw." He said, throwing her a look from which she froze. "We have an agreement and she knows what will happen if she doesn't fulfill it."

"What will happen? You'll burn the Vale?" Alicent asked with a sneer, and he pressed his lips together, feeling a terrible, piercing shame.

"She will stay in my care tonight. Don't go near her until she recovers." She told him and stepped around him.

He felt as if she had slapped him in the face so he left, not wanting anyone to see the burning tears of disappointment that had gathered under his eyelids.

He didn't let them flow.

He was not weak.

He was not like her.

He was not like Aegon.

He was not like his father.

[connorsui]

The velvet gown shimmered in the dim light as she held it up, eyes narrowing slightly.

“For you, my dear,” he smirked.

She arched a brow. “Something you expect me to wear?”

“…Yes,” he stepped closer, fingers grazing her shoulder. “I need you looking fabulous, so when you walk up behind me and kiss me on the neck, the players will be thinking about your neckline, not their cards. Do you think you can do that for me, my love?”

Her lips curved, leaning into him. “You know I will.”

The man in question: sylus, zayne, John Price, nanami kento, geto suguru, muzan kibutsuji, Logan Howlett, Sam Winchester, Joel Miller, Levi Ackerman, Cooper Howard, Leon Kennedy, Aizawa, Hawks, Daemon Targaryen, Colin Bridgerton

[idkyetxoxo]

Daemon Targaryen - Stormlit Promises

Summary - A passionate night takes an unexpected turn when their storm-scared children seek refuge in their beds. This playful interruption sparks talk of expanding their family, all while reigniting their fiery connection.

Pairing - Daemon Targaryen x reader

Warnings - Sexual content (smut!)

Word count - 2350

Masterlist for Daemon • House of the Dragon General Masterlist.

"I'm just pointing out that Aegon the Conqueror had two wives," Daemon remarked with a smirk, his laughter mingling with mine as we both shed our clothes with a sense of shared urgency.

"Do enlighten me," I said, a playful edge to my voice as I arched an eyebrow. "Who else might be interested in you?"

Daemon chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You, for one," he replied, his lips brushing against my neck as he spoke.

I let out a soft, teasing hum. "Well, they do say I'm a bit mad," I quipped, feeling his kisses descend lower, sending shivers of anticipation across my skin.

"Do you think anyone else would be crazy enough to put up with you?" I asked, my voice a teasing murmur as Daemon's lips continued their tantalizing journey across my skin.

Daemon paused, lifting his head slightly to look into my eyes with a grin. "Maybe not," he admitted with a chuckle, "but that's perfectly fine. I've got you, and that's all that matters."

I smiled, my heart fluttering at his words, as his lips found mine once again. His hands roamed with a familiar reverence, and I responded with equal fervour, our laughter and whispers blending into the rhythm of our closeness.

As he positioned himself, a question escaped my lips, breathy and teasing. 

"How could you possibly satisfy two wives?" I gasped, feeling a shiver of anticipation as he entered me. A low, satisfied hum rumbled from his chest, evidence of the pleasure he was drawing

With a fervent, almost desperate rhythm, Daemon began to move, each motion driven by a consuming need. The intensity of his touch, combined with the depth of our shared passion, created a whirlwind of sensation that left us both breathless and craving more.

Daemon's lips curved into a satisfied smile against my neck, and he murmured, "Well, I suppose I'm just very skilled at making each moment count." His tone was teasing, but there was a genuine warmth in his voice as he moved inside me, his rhythm steady and intense.

I let out a soft moan, feeling every movement of him deep inside me. "And what if one of us is just too much to handle?" I teased breathlessly, my voice catching with each gasping breath.

Daemon's hands gripped me tighter, his voice low and filled with determination. 

"I've never shied away from a challenge. Besides, I always have room for more." His words were accompanied by a particularly deep thrust, drawing a shudder of pleasure from me that made my toes curl.

"You really think you can keep up with all that?" I asked, my voice playful yet trembling, as I matched his rhythm, moving in sync with him.

Daemon's gaze locked with mine, his eyes filled with a mix of passion and confidence. 

"I don't think, I know. Every moment with you makes it all worthwhile." He punctuated his statement with a deeper, more urgent movement, his body pressing against mine with a need that matched my own.

"Flattery will get you everywhere," I whispered, my voice trembling with the intensity of the moment. "But you'd better make sure you live up to it."

Daemon's lips were back on mine, his kiss fierce and possessive. 

"I wouldn't have it any other way," he murmured against my mouth, his hands guiding us both into a frenzied, desperate rhythm. "You're worth every bit of effort."

As our bodies moved together, every whispered taunt and teasing comment fueled our passion further. 

"Oh really?" I gasped between kisses. "And what if I'm too much for you to handle?"

Daemon's eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Then I suppose I'll just have to rise to the occasion. You know how much I enjoy a good battle."

I laughed breathlessly, the sound mingling with the soft moans escaping my lips. "Is that so? I'm not making it easy for you."

"Good," Daemon growled with a playful edge, driving deeper with each thrust. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

As the intensity reached its peak, our bodies tensed and then unravelled in a wave of shared ecstasy. We both climaxed, the release overwhelming us with a powerful surge of pleasure. 

The room was filled with the mingled sounds of our cries and gasps, each of us consumed by the moment.

When the storm of our passion finally subsided, we lay together, spent and entwined. Our breaths came in slow, ragged waves, the intensity of the experience giving way to a tender, exhausted calm. 

I rested my head against Daemon's shoulder, my body relaxing into the soothing warmth of his embrace.

Daemon's arms wrapped around me with a gentle, possessive hold, his fingers tracing soft, soothing patterns on my skin. 

"You were incredible," he murmured against my ear, his voice hushed and filled with genuine admiration.

I nestled closer to him, a satisfied sigh escaping my lips. "So were you," I replied, my voice barely more than a whisper. "I wouldn't have it any other way either."

The peaceful moment was abruptly interrupted by the soft creaking of the door. I sat up quickly, pulling the sheets around me as a small, familiar voice called out, "Mommy?"

In an instant, I was out of bed, hurriedly pulling my dress back on as I moved toward the source of the voice. My heart melted as I scooped up our daughter, lifting her into my arms. 

Her little face was a mix of fear and sleepiness, her eyes wide as she pointed toward the window, where the storm outside raged on with a fury that matched the intensity of the night.

"Hi, my sweet girl," I cooed, holding her close and brushing a few stray locks of hair away from her face. "What happened?"

"I'm scared," Aerea whispered, her voice trembling as she glanced back toward the window where lightning flashed and thunder rumbled ominously.

Before I could respond, our two older sons came tumbling into the room, their faces flushed with excitement and a hint of fear. The storm had roused them too, and it was clear that their nursemaids had failed to keep them in bed.

"And where are your nursemaids?" I asked, my tone gentle but firm as I looked at the trio of children. 

They exchanged sheepish glances and shrugged in unison, clearly more interested in seeking comfort from us than returning to their rooms.

I turned back toward Daemon, who was watching the scene unfold with a warm, indulgent smile. His eyes softened as he took in the sight of our children gathered around us, their small figures bathed in the dim light of the storm-lashed room.

"Well, how about," I began, pausing to gather them all closer, "you stay here with us tonight?" I glanced at Daemon for approval, and he gave a slight nod, his smile widening as he sat up and made room for our impromptu gathering.

The children's faces lit up at the suggestion, and they eagerly clambered onto the bed, nestling between us as the storm continued to rage outside.

Daemon, ever the one to stir things up, suddenly looked at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes before turning his attention to our children. 

"How would you three feel about another little brother or sister?" he asked, his tone casual but carrying a weight that made my heart skip a beat.

My eyes snapped to him in shock, but before I could say anything, the children erupted into cheers, their excitement filling the room. Daemon simply laughed, clearly delighted by their enthusiastic response.

"You heard them," he said with a playful shrug, leaning back into the pillows as if the matter had been settled.

Vaegon, ever the one with big ideas, piped up with a gleam of excitement in his eyes. 

"What about two? No, three! No, four new babes!" he suggested, his gaze darting between Daemon and me as if he had just thought of the most brilliant plan in the world.

I nearly fell off the bed at the suggestion, my eyes widening in disbelief as I shot Daemon a warning glance but he was already laughing, a deep, hearty laugh that filled the room and made it impossible not to smile along with him.

"That sounds even better," Daemon teased, clearly enjoying the situation far too much.

I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to suppress my own smile. "If you're going to birth these children, then I'm sure it's a great idea," I murmured, my voice dripping with mock seriousness.

Daemon's laughter only grew louder, his eyes twinkling with delight.

"Oh, I'm sure we can figure something out," he said, his tone suggestive and playful as he pulled me closer, clearly not deterred by my teasing.

The children, oblivious to the undercurrents of our conversation, continued to chatter excitedly about the prospect of new siblings, their innocent enthusiasm a contrast to the lighthearted banter between Daemon and me. 

Just as the children began to drift off to sleep, their small bodies nestled between us, the door creaked open again, and the nursemaids came rushing in, their faces pale with worry and apologies tumbling from their lips. 

They had clearly been searching frantically for the little ones, probably battling the storm's fury themselves to reach us.

"My deepest apologies," one of them stammered, her eyes wide with concern as she took in the sight of the children peacefully tucked into our bed. "They slipped away in the chaos of the storm... we only just noticed they were gone."

I waved off her apologies with a gentle smile, understanding the difficulty of managing three spirited children on a night like this. 

"It's quite alright," I assured her softly, not wanting to disturb the serene atmosphere. "They found their way to us, and that's what matters."

The nursemaids moved quietly, each one taking care to lift a sleepy child from the bed. Aerea whimpered softly as she was gathered into the arms of her nursemaid, but a gentle murmur of comfort quickly soothed her. 

The boys, Vaegon and Baelon, were already deep in slumber, their little faces peaceful as they were carried out of the room.

As the last of our children were gently lifted from the bed, the nursemaid looked back at us with a grateful nod. 

"We'll take them back to their rooms now," she said softly before retreating from the room, the door closing with a quiet click behind her.

The room was suddenly still, the only sound the steady patter of rain against the windows.

Before I could even process the shift in atmosphere, Daemon's strong arms were around me, pulling me close with a swift, possessive movement. 

His breath was warm against my ear as he whispered, "Now that the bed is free, shall we get on with making that fourth babe?"

His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of amusement and something deeper stirring within me. I turned my head to meet his gaze, and the mischief in his eyes was unmistakable, though it was softened by the warmth of his affection.

"Are you ever not thinking about that?" I teased, though my voice came out more breathless than I intended.

He chuckled, the sound low and rich as he nuzzled my neck, his lips brushing lightly against my skin. 

"Not when it comes to you," he murmured, his tone suddenly serious, filled with a kind of longing that made my heart skip a beat.

I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face as I turned in his arms, pressing closer until our bodies were flush against each other. 

"You're insatiable," I whispered, my fingers tracing the strong lines of his jaw.

"And you love me for it," Daemon replied, his voice a deep rumble that resonated through me. 

His hands began to roam, slowly, deliberately, as if he had all the time in the world to explore every inch of me.

"Well," I began, my voice laced with teasing, "you aren't getting four babes tonight, no matter how hard you try."

Daemon's grin widened, a playful challenge sparking in his gaze. 

"Oh, is that so?" he murmured, his voice deep and smooth as he trailed a finger down my spine. "You doubt my abilities, my love?"

I met his gaze with a knowing smile, shaking my head slightly. 

"No, it's not that," I replied my tone light but pointed. "I know all too well what you're capable of, but," I added, my voice dropping to a whisper as I leaned in closer, "you'll regret it when I'm the one giving birth to all those little terrors."

He chuckled, the sound rumbling low in his chest as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. 

"Ah, but think of all the joy they'll bring," he countered, his fingers brushing through my hair as he pulled me closer. "Besides, you're the strongest woman I know. You could handle anything."

I rolled my eyes playfully, though I couldn't help but smile at his words. 

"Flattery might get you far," I admitted, my voice softening, "but I'd rather not put it to the test with four babes all at once."

Daemon smirked, his hands settling on my hips as he pulled me against him. 

"Fair enough," he conceded, his tone still teasing but with a hint of seriousness underneath. "But don't think that means I won't try."

I laughed, shaking my head at his persistence. 

"Just remember this conversation when I'm cursing your name during labour," I quipped, arching an eyebrow at him.

"Then I suppose I'll just have to make it worth your while," he said with a wink, his lips capturing mine once more in a kiss that made my heart race.

The intensity of the storm outside seemed to amplify the intimacy between us, the wild energy of the night feeding into the connection we shared. 

The bed, once filled with the innocent warmth of our children, now became a private sanctuary for just the two of us, a place where we could lose ourselves in each other, where the world outside didn't matter.

His words from earlier echoed in my mind, and I knew that, whether or not we ended up with a fourth babe, this night would be one to remember.

A/n - Another personal fav!

[arabiidhound]

Also did some work on what Lazareth's Underlings look like and what they do. I'm hoping to draw some fun stuff with em soon :}

[manmuncher777]

House of the dragon men and head

includes - Dameon, Aemond, Aegon and jacaerys

Daemon -

I believe Daemon to be both a receiver and a giver. The way he tells rhaenyra in the pleasure house how sex is a pleasure for both the man and the woman makes me think he isn’t shy to give also

when giving head Daemon is cocky, much like he is in his life. He is confident and aware of his skills. he goes all out every single time because he has to show you that he is the best

Daemons large hands grip both of your thighs as they sit on his shoulders, using them to pull you impossibly closer to him. His face has been buried in your cunt for hours now, and he doesn’t show any sign of stopping. His tongue dives through your folds, savouring every drop of you like a man starved. Oh how he relished in the noises you made, as much as he did this for your pleasure, it also brought him pleasure to see how well he could treat you. The sound of his name ringing from you lips is the best thing to have ever graced his ears. Your hands are wrapped in the silver locks of his hair, pulling him deeper into you cunt. His nose brushing you clit as his tongue now delved into your delicious centre, deep guttural moans coming from the man between your legs. Your hips bucked with no control as all you could do was allow yourself to lie there and be devoured

Daemon will eat you out if hes been away from you for a while, its one of his favourite ways of saying that he misses you

However, when the day has been tiresome and his mind has taunted him with nothing but images of you, then he drags himself back to you, whispering in your ear about how badly he misses your lips around his cock.

when it comes to receiving head, Daemon loves it. To him it feels like he is being worshipped. It’s the perfect this to ease his mind.

Lewd sounds echo off the rooms walls as your husband bucks up into your warm mouth. His huge fist now grips you hair away from your face as the other Daemon uses to steady himself on the wall. There you were, sat so beautifully on your knees in front of him, saliva dripping down your chin as those beautiful eyes watered and stared up at him. “Gods, your such a sweet girl for me”. he grits out, trying to prevent himself from fucking your throat. Your hands are placed on his thighs as your mouth is wrapped firmly around his hard cock, the tip angry and red, beads of precum spilling out. You movements are fast as you can sense the urgency in his release, your head bobbing swiftly up and down his length, every one and them coming up for air to kiss and lick at his swollen tip, before placing him in your mouth like a dutiful wife.

Aemond -

Aemond is a giver all the way. Aemond takes great care in many things, paying attention to detail. he values those close to him and I believe his one true calling in life, is to please his wife

of course Aemond enjoys receiving head from you, very much so. But Aemond craves emotional intimacy from you more so. He is often such a dominant and closed off character that he need someone to provide for, yet someone to confide in.

gently he lays you out on your shared bed, watching your eyes flutter shut as he moves down between your thighs. “eyes on me, my lady” he whispers against your thighs as he places small kisses, teasing you lightly until your eyes open to meet his, his gaze hungry as he watched your every reaction. Slowly his hands traced over you, he takes one of his slender fingers dragging it through your drenched folds, gathering you wetness. Without breaking eye contact he brings that same finger up into his mouth, tasting you. As soon as his finger left his mouth he was on you, his mouth latching onto your swollen clit that was begging for attention, your nipples peaked in the cool night air, back arching as your husband flicks his tongue over you so perfectly. “always so sweet for me my dear”.

Aegon -

come on people, I think it quite clear. This man loves pleasure, he loves sex and he most definitely love receiving head.

despite being the king he is such an emotionally vulnerable person, so to have someone to be so devoted to him, someone who loves to please hi, is very comforting for him.

His hands run gently through the strands of your hair, some of them clung to your forehead due to the sweat from the work you were putting in. Your husband sits now, legs spread on your bed while your rest between his legs, sucking his cock so eagerly he cant help but moan. Aegon has always been very vocal when it come to sex, but he releases some of the most beautiful moans when you suck him off. He can explain it, but the inviting warmth of your mouth sends him crazy. You would tease him slowly, tracing your tongue up the base of his thick cock before placing kisses all over, planting one right on the tip before you take him completely in your throat. Groaning he grips your hair tighter as you feel him hit the back of your throat. All he could do was watch you so intently, admiring how beautiful you looked with lust blow eyes and a mixture of precum and saliva around your mouth

Jace -

I just know jace is a giver, I mean look how well he treats women in his life, youre telling me that man wouldnt worship the very ground you walk on.

he of course loves when you get on your knees to please him, but there just something about him being able to show you what you do to him that he loves

“You looked so beautiful tonight my love” he whispered to you, holding your chin, making you look him in the eye as he spoke so sweetly to you. Your body prickled lightly with goosebumps as you stood there naked in your bedroom, with jace partially undressed in front of you. Your mouth parted in a silent moan as you watched the man you love lower himself to his knees in front of you and delve into your cunt. His tongue knocking the air out of you lungs as he brought one of your legs onto your should, you making use of the wall behind you, resting your back slightly on the harsh stone of the walls while he expertly fucked you with his tongue. He was flicking trough you wetness, drinking up every drop of your juices, all you could do was moan his name as his fingers gripped at the flesh of your naked hips. You rode his face gently and he moved with every roll of your hips, relishing in your pleasure

[slaanxsh]

𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖞 𝕷𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 ||| 🇳​'🇰​🇦​🇷​🇮​, 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇦​🇷​🇨​🇭​-🇹​🇪​🇲​🇵​🇹​🇪​🇷​

The Finest of Slaanesh’s Keepers of Secrets, N’kari is an ancient Greater Daemon who has blighted the world since the Coming of Chaos. His presence inspires much dread, almost as much as his fell master, especially if one happens to be an elf of Aenarion’s bloodline. Ever vengeful about being banished by the First Phoenix King, N’kari seeks to torture and eradicate Aenarion’s descendants for the inconvenience of being slain.

[skxrbrand]

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N’kari has seen Frozen confirmed

fun fact: if you click on your lord and then click off then wait a minute, they say little things like this :3c

[starogeorgina]

𝐔𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧

Paring: Aemond Targaryen × Targaryen reader, minor Daemon Targaryen × Targaryen reader

Warnings: Swearing, smut, kidnapping, sexual blackmail, self harm

1.02

Feeling a dip in the bed, fresh tears swell your eyes. You freeze. The hour was late, and the only source of light in the room was from the moon and the single candle you had lit for your nephew, Lucerys Velaryon. Rhaenyra’s life was shattered into a thousand unfixable pieces because of what Aemond did at the end of the storm. Only if the gods had not made him so hot-tempered. Nothing would be the same again. You weren’t a fool like your brother, who threw a feast to celebrate; Rhaenyra and Daemon would be coming for all of you with fire and blood.

It was advised by the mothers that you sleep on your left side for the remainder of your pregnancy, and every night your husband would sleep on the same side and hold you close, making sure you wouldn’t roll into a different position. When you feel Aemond’s hand resting against the thin, silky fabric covering your swollen belly, wracking sob escapes you.

“Did you mean to do it?”

“No.”

By the time salty tears reach your lips, the room is completely silent. What could either of you say? He rubs small circles on your stomach; Aemond did that most nights, and sometimes he’d feel the baby move. You often joked that it was your unborn child’s way of telling him to let them sleep.

When your own tears have dried, you feel the wetness on Aemond’s cheek as he presses his lips against the back of your shoulder. You had only ever witnessed Aemond crying twice befor. “You’re a father, Aemond, and he was just a boy.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I’m sorry.”

“No man is so accursed as the Kinslayer.”

You lean back further into his embrace, feeling the warmth radiating from his bare skin. You love Aemond; that would never change, but it terrified you. Not only by what he did, but because it didn’t change how you felt towards him.

Your lips part when Aemond’s large hand moves from your stomach to your rib cage. “Are you afraid of me?”

“No, should I be?”

“I’m scared of myself and of what I’d do to keep you safe.”

He skims his hand over to your breast and begins gently rubbing at your sensitive nipple, causing you to let out a small moan.

Feeling dampness between your thighs, you squeeze your legs together and involuntarily arch your back into his touch. Aemond knows how needy you are for his touch, especially in your current condition. With all the hormones constantly racing through your body, you’d be craving him for the slightest thing. “I need you,” he says, slowly bringing your nightgown to your waist. “Please, my love.”

You part your legs enough for Aemond to slide into you with ease. His thrusts are gentler than normal, and he peppers your cheek and neck with kisses. It’s only when you whine does he bring his hand to your clit, taking you closer to the edge. There was sadness in the air. This wasn’t the same as the other times being intimate; there was no primal urge behind it, just the need to be close to one another.

It doesn’t take you long to come undone, and feeling how tight you are, Aemond spills his seed inside you.

“Wait,” you say, gripping Aemond’s hip when he goes to pull out. “Don’t move; I want to feel close to you... Just hold me, please.”

—

Aemond picks at the scab on his palm; the irony of hurting himself by holding onto his wife’s necklace so tight after losing her for real wasn’t lost on him. His eye shifts from the small specks of blood forming on his hand to the crib at the foot of his bed. The light shade of blue on the bottom sheet inside the crib was an identical match to the shade most of his wife’s dresses were.

Ser Criston clears his throat, then hands Aemond a goblet of Dornish red and says, “My prince.”

Aemond accepts the wine, but unlike his elder brother, he doesn’t guzzle it down. Aegon finishes his drink, wipes the dregs from his mouth, and then slams the cup down onto the table. “Now, since we know where my sister is, how do we get her back? I say we attack at dawn.”

Aemond traces his finger over Dragonstone on the map in front of him. His beloved was so close, yet so far. “Mother has written to Rhaenyra again, asking for my wife to be allowed to leave, but if what our strong nephew says is true, then Rhaenyra has gone to madness.”

Frustrated, Aegon kicks the table. “The whore took my son, my wife, and now she has taken my sister hostage! Fuck madness!”

“Your grace, we have no idea which parts of the castle they are being kept in.” Criston says calmly, attempting to temper him. “If we attack at dawn, we may harm the princess and her baby.”

Aegon sinks further into his chair. “If Sunfyre and Vahgar fly over Dragonstone, the blacks will be distracted long enough, and my sister can mount her dragon and fly back.”

“My wife won’t leave without our daughter,” Aemond says, tapping his fingers against the wooden edge of the chair. “If Daemon sees us coming, there’s nothing stopping him from killing both of them. We cannot attack directly; we must be discreet.”

—

“That’s enough for now. The babe should rest for the night.”

Hearing Daemon's orders, you kiss Daenys on the back of the hand multiple times before handing her over to the wet nurse taking care of her. Your nephew Jacaerys had been right, and the more compliant you are with Daemon, the more your uncle allowed you to do, and that includes spending more time with Daenys. Unless Aemond came for you, you’d need to play along and wait out the storm until you had a window of opportunity to either kill Daemon or escape.

“Thank you... for letting me see her twice today.”

Sighing, your uncle gets to his feet and begins untying his breeches. “Behave throughout the night, and I’ll have the wet nurse bring her back up tomorrow.”

You move away from the now locked door and go to stand by the window. Without turning back, you drop your nightgown so it pools at your feet, leaving you completely bare. Focusing on the stars above you, you arch your back, but instead of feeling the tip of his cock pushing inside you, you feel the wetness of his tongue swiping across your cunny.

You hate it when Daemon brings you pleasure because of the guilt you feel afterwards. But yet you find yourself reaching back and gripping hold of Daemon's silver strands to keep him from moving as he eats you out. Making you cum before attempting to impregnate you was one of the few acts of kindness he granted you.

Against your will, soft moans escape your lips. Daemon stands and takes a fistful of your hair, then roughly slams into you and says, “Deny all you like, niece, but I know how badly you crave the touch of a dragon.”

He was partly right; you craved your husband's touch. But as you stare into the dark abbess of the sky, you yearn for something more.

You crave fire and blood.

[nebulaafterdark]

The Rats (Pt. 3)

Aegon ii x Velaryon(Strong)! Reader

Summary: Aegon attempts to make peace with Rhaenyra after being forced to usurp her throne. Lucerys’ death complicates things.

18+ ONLY, MDNI. Targcest, smut, angst, violence. S2 SPOILERS

Part 1 | Part 2

“With free reign of King’s Landing, Aemond will focus his attention on the occupation of bast-” Aegon’s face flushes bright red. “Harrenhal.” He corrects himself, “and the extermination of house Strong.”

“What did you call it?” Daemon arches a brow.

“Harrenhal,” Aegon repeats.

“Before that,” Daemon prods.

Aegon sighs, looking to his wife.

“Bastardhal.” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“My brother’s term of endearment.” He explains, “a slip of the tongue.”

“Mmm,” Daemon hums. “Perhaps allegiance to your brother runs deeper than you let on.”

“I have left my siblings and abandoned my post to be here. I remain loyal to Rhaenyra’s claim and her line of succession. What else would you have me do?” Aegon scoffs.

“There are a number of things.”

“If you refuse to believe that Aegon is loyal to our queen, believe that he is loyal to me and I am loyal to my mother.” Y/N takes a protective step in front of her husband.

Daemon’s jaw ticks, frustrated and teetering near sanity’s edge. “You then, are responsible for his indiscretions.”

“I take full responsibility.” Y/N agrees, “he is here for me.”

“Perhaps he might further demonstrate his loyalty.”

“And how, do you suggest, I do that?” Aegon wonders.

“Deliver us your brother’s head on a platter.” Daemon sneers.

“Mother!”

“Am I wrong, Rhaenyra?” Daemon scoffs.

“That is enough!” The Queen slams her fist against the table. “Thank you, Aegon for the information you provided. We will coordinate with our army and send reinforcements to Harrenhal. We will send word to Cregan Stark-”

“By raven?”

“However I see fit, Daemon. Stay your hand.” Rhaenyra snaps. “You are all excused.”

Aegon is out the door just as swiftly.

Y/N flinches as it slams behind him.

Jacaerys remains stoic in the corner, saying nothing for a long while as his mother and step father begin bickering. “Sister,” he nods toward the hallway.

Y/N returns the gesture, following him out past the royal guards. “The nerve of him.” She is fuming as they begin strolling the grounds.

“That is Daemon.” Jacaerys breathes. “Pay him no mind.”

“It’s not as if I don’t want Aemond’s head. Luce is our brother, for the gods’ sake.”

Jace swallows, mouth set in a firm line. “He was our brother.”

Was…is he not anymore?

“In these dealings with Aemond, you must remember that killing him will not bring Luce back.”

“It would be even.”

“A son for a son was also even.” Her brother reminds her. “Your grievance with it hath brought you here.”

“I should have allowed the murder of a child?”

“I did not say that.”

“Then what are you saying?”

“What is even is not always right, I expect you know that by now.”

“Indeed.”

“Ravens will take too long.” Jacaerys laments, “but mother will not let us deliver messages anymore. It is a shame that our safety comes at the expense of other’s.”

Y/N draws in a steadying breath. “Pity.” She turns away, in the direction of her chambers. Aegon is waiting for her there, sipping from a pitcher of wine. “Did they not give you a cup, my darling?”

“Hmm,” Aegon hums into the container, “of course.” He lowers the pitcher from his mouth, “but this is faster.”

The princess puts a hand to her head.

“I am not a dog that’s been kicked, do not look at me that way. As if I am weak.”

“I love you and you are hurting.” Y/N sighs, “I do not know how else to look at you.”

Aegon mulls this over for a moment. “I did not mean to call it bastardhal.”

“I know that.”

“You are not a bastard.” He presses on, “I am sorry for ever calling you one.”

“You are forgiven.” It is nothing more than a word. It cannot harm her anymore.

“If no house would claim you, then I would.”

Y/N gives him a sad smile, “thank you, Aegon.”

“You think I jest? Or does it simply mean nothing coming from me?”

“It means everything coming from you,” Y/N takes a step toward him. “Forgive me if I have made it seem-”

“No,” Aegon shakes his head, “forgive me. I am lost in this. I mustn’t take my frustration out on you.”

Y/N cups his face in her hands. “If you are loved by no one, know you are loved by me.“

“Without you I have nothing.” He reaches a shaky hand out, stroking her hair, reverently. “I am nothing.”

She draws back, searching his eyes. “That is not true.”

“If you ask me to slay my brother, I will do it.” Aegon breathes.

Y/N presses her lips together. She had not asked, Daemon did. But Aegon does not bend to Daemon’s will, only hers.

“Please do not ask.” He murmurs with wide, sad eyes.

Y/N cannot stand to see him cry. It tears at the depths of her soul. She wraps her arms around him, “I will not ask.”

Aegon clings to her. “I would do it.”

“I know, my love.” Y/N presses kisses to the side of his face. She knows his sadness, the burden of being least loved by everyone else. Some part of him will always seek to win her approval, her affection… her love.

He is pawing at her then, at the laces of her dress. He does not know how to comfort her, nor himself. He knows how to bring pleasure so blinding it nearly drowns out the pain.

Y/N helps him remove his clothes, wrapping him up in her arms. “I love you.”

“As I love you.” He’s stumbling backwards then, hovering over her on the bed. Easing his cock into her.

She sighs, losing herself in the gentle rocking of his hips. There is no haste to reach their peak, taking what little comfort they can from each other.

It is not until his thumbs skate over her cheeks that Y/N realizes she is crying. Even here, on their marriage bed, there is no end to suffering. Only an end to loneliness.

————————————————————————

Y/N waits until Aegon is sleeping soundly to clamber from the warmth of his arms and dawn her riding gear. Dragonstone is quiet as she makes her way down to the dragon pit. Stormborn is nestled in beside Sunfyre, her light blue scales complement the golden hue of her companion.

“Where are you off to at this hour, your grace?” One of the keepers asks.

“I’m going to take Stormborn out for a bit of fresh air. The moon is beautiful this evening, don’t you agree?” Y/N smiles, tucking a bit of loose hair behind her ear.

“Indeed, Princess.” He eyes the sword, sheathed at her back.

“This is only a precaution,” Y/N lies, “we can never be too careful in these times.”

He nods, “I will saddle her.”

“Thank you, Marcelo.” Y/N nods, tugging on her riding gloves as she waits. Tapping at her wedding band, beneath the cool fabric.

“She is ready, your grace.”

“Thank you, again.” She says, climbing up onto Stormborn’s saddle.

“It is my great honor.” The man smiles, watching in wonder as the princess sets off across the sea.

Only a few torches are lit at the entrance of Harrenhal.

Y/N lands near the stone walkway, striding up to the tall hooded figure and ripping back his cloak.

Aemond turns to his assailant. “Y/N?”

“Take out your sword.” She demands.

“Lucerys death was a tragic mistake, a lapse in judgment I do not care to repeat.”

“I will not kill you with your back to me, I am no coward. You will face me, take out your sword.”

“For the sake of the gods, Y/N,” Aemond growls. “Do you aim so desperately to break my brother’s heart?”

“I will not allow the slaughter of innocent people. This ends here.”

“A brother for a brother it will be then, not a son for a son.” Aemond reluctantly withdraws his weapon.

Y/N charges him, in a blind rage, their blades meet, clanking together.

“You make a better sparring partner than most.” He draws his sword away, narrowly dodging her next attack.

“This is not a children’s game, I want your head!”

Aemond purrs, “you must earn it then.”

She sees red, swinging at him again, until his blade slices across her side and she has cut deep into the flesh of his leg. Bringing the Prince to his knees, with her sword at his neck.

“Do it,” Aemond insists, “you will not get another chance.” He stares up at her blade, dripping with his blood. The fear etched into her eyes, tresses of dark hair clinging to her sweat damp skin.

In this light, each of them resemble their brother.

The end Y/N desires is so near she can taste it, rising like bile in her throat. She chokes on it. “No.” She drops her blade from his neck, covering her aching side instead. “No.”

Aemond hangs his head. “I am sorry for that business with Luce. I lost my temper that day.”

“And I lost my…” No, she cannot say it, the pain is too great.

“Let me see your wound.” Aemond insists.

In her shock, Y/N obeys.

He tears across the bottom of his cloak, knotting the material firmly around her torso. Unbothered by her hissing protest. “This will hold until you reach Dragonstone. Go to Aegon, he will tend you.”

“You must leave this place.”

“You have my word.”

“And you must leave King’s Landing.”

Aemond smirks, “where would I go?”

“Anywhere.” Y/N suggests, “take Helaena and your children. We both know, she is too kind to bear the weight of the crown and our blood. Take her away so she might be happy…and free.”

“Do you not wish to be free from the weight of the crown?”

Y/N hesitates for a long moment. “I am the crown. I am my mother’s heir, her only daughter. I cannot abandon her, she has lost too much.”

Aemond swallows, “very well. Helaena will write you. You and my brother might visit, once we’re settled.”

“Perhaps we will.” She will never forgive him for Lucerys. They will never be as they were before Storm’s End. “You are my husband’s brother and husband of my dearest friend.”

“I am also your brother’s murderer. A title that trumps all, despite your best intentions. You are good, and kind, but human all the same.”

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“Aegon.”

“Hmm?” He reaches for his wife, blindly, stroking a hand over her dark waves. “What have you done to your hair, darling girl?” He grumbles, “it is awfully coarse.”

Jace bats Aegon’s hands away. “My sister is gone, you buffoon. Get your clothes on.”

“Jacaerys?” Aegon springs up, covering himself with the top sheet. “What are you doing?”

“Y/N is missing. The dragon handlers informed me that she left on Stormborn nearly two hours ago. Sunfyre has been yowling ever since.”

“Alert your mother,” Aegon demands, “raise the guard. Who on earth let the heir to the throne take a dragon from the pit in the middle of the night?”

“She is a princess, not a prisoner.” Jace reminds him, “I have a hunch as to where she went.”

“Harrenhal.” Aegon begins tugging on his clothes. The little brat bedded him and snuck off; again. “She will be a prisoner upon her return. I tire of these games.”

“You mustn’t be so harsh, my sister would go to the ends of the earth for you.”

“Yet she will not stay with me.” Aegon steps into his boots. “Surely she loves me so dearly that she flees at every opportunity.”

“Do not see it that way.” Jace sighs.

“I have no other way to see it.” Their chamber door swings open, revealing the woman in question.

“Aegon,” Y/N chokes. The blinding rush of battle is gone, leaving only her pain.

“Leave us,” Aegon waves a dismissive hand at his nephew.

“Y/N,” Jacaerys looks to his sister instead.

“I am well, brother.”

“You are bleeding.”

Y/N glances down at her wound, “perhaps you might go quietly to the maester and request milk of the poppy?”

“The maester should tend you,” he argues.

“Aegon will tend me, tis but a scrape.” Y/N insists.

Her brother squares his shoulders. “Very well, I will be back.”

“Thank you, brother.” Y/N forces a smile as Jace exits the door.

“What happened?” Aegon demands, squinting into the dim light as his wife stands before him, in her riding gear.

“I could not do it.” Y/N curses her own weakness. “I went to Aemond, I stopped him from taking Harrenhal and I let him go.”

Aegon shifts her garments aside to reveal the damage. A long bleeding gash, beneath her ribs. “Aemond did this to you?” He sits her down on the foot stool, pacing in the small space before it.

“We dueled,” Y/N admits. “I made my mark on him as well.”

“Gods be good.” Aegon breathes.

“If Daemon catches word of this-”

“You are injured. That is where my interests lie, not in the folly of men.” Aegon seethes.

“He has already condoned the murder of children. Helaena’s children, of all people. What will he do if he hears of this?”

Aegon passes a hand over his face. “Surely we cannot leave the wound open like that, it will fester.”

“I know,” Y/N nods. “We must seal it up, with a heated blade. We can do it here, no one need know.” She reaches for his cup on the dresser, chugging the foul liquid down for some relief.

“You’re asking me to…” his eyes dart to his dagger, abandoned near his boots. “No.”

“Aegon.”

“I can’t.”

“It will be quick,” she reasons. “It will scar, but it is on my side, you will not look upon it often.”

“That is what you’re concerned with,” Aegon snaps, “of all things, you think I care about the scar it will leave? That I might frown upon an imperfection?”

“I-”

“You are maddening.”

“I am sorry. I do not wish to fight.”

“It is unavoidable from what I’ve heard. Marriage causes strife and disagreements.”

“Not ours,” Y/N insists, “you are the only person who understands me.”

“I do not understand why you would put yourself in danger.”

“For you.” Y/N tells him. “So you would not have to choose between your wife and your brother.”

“I would choose you, imbecile.”

Y/N bares her teeth. “I couldn’t let you.”

“Why?”

“Because you are mine, Aegon! I protect what is mine.”

In the way of the dragon. And that, Aegon understands very well.

“Here it is,” Jace returns with milk of the poppy.

“Thank you,” Aegon takes the gauntlet, bringing it to his wife’s lips. “Drink all of it.” He demands.

“Is there anything more I can do?” The other man asks.

“Rest the blade of my dagger over the fire until it glows red, then bring it to me.”

Jace nods.

“First, might you find something for her to bite down on. Leather works best.” Aegon purses his lips, “bring me my belt.” One of them is still etched with her teeth markings from Laenor’s birth. He’s delivered two of their children, surely he can do this.

Jacaerys rushes to the armchair beside the bed, tugging Aegon’s belt free and placing it on the foot stool beside his sister.

Y/N curls her fingers around the harsh material. Her vision has doubled, swaying from side to side.

“Are you going to faint?” Aegon catches her face between his hands.

“I feel fine,” Y/N slurs.

Aegon taps her chin. “That is good, my dearest love. I am going to remove your shirt.” He eases the material over her head, leaving only the bindings to cover her breasts.

“The blade is ready,” Jacaerys calls, from the fire place.

“Open.” Aegon tugs at her bottom lip with his thumb until her jaw goes slack, taking the leather belt from her clenched fist and placing the strap between her teeth. “Bite.”

Y/N clamps her teeth around it.

“Good girl.”

Jacaerys approaches, handling the instrument with care.

“You will hold me around the waist, you are not to let go until I say.” Aegon instructs, waiting until she is wrapped around him in an awkward sort of hug. “There you go.” He pats her head before taking the dagger from her brother. He offers no additional warning before lying the blade flat across the expanse of her wound. The cut is a clean one, without jagged edges.

Y/N lets out a muffled cry.

“Shh,” he hushes her, holding the heat to her skin for just a moment more before tossing the dagger away. Gingerly withdrawing the belt from her teeth. Resting his forehead against hers as whimpers settle to deep breathing. “Are you alright?”

Y/N nods.

“If you dare leave me again, Gods help me, I will shackle you to my side.”

Y/N strokes a hand over the side of his face. “Yes, Aegon.”

“I do not jest.”

Part 4

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The Vow Spoken Through Time - Part 4

Daemon x Rhaenyra x Wife!Reader

Series: Series Masterlist

Warnings: MDNI, FILTH, SMUT, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), praise, slight degradation, slight d/s vibes, Brat!Reader, Jealous!Rhaenyra, Jealous!Daemon

Tags: marriage, poly relationship, Daemon being hopelessly in love with his wives, Queen!Rhaenyra

Words: 2.4K

Description: Y/N is having a rough morning. She's fired. She's hungover. She's in a stranger's bed. She's waking up in a new world? She's married?!

Rhaenyra and Daemon's day started normal. Waking up next to their darling wife before tending to their duties. The difference? Their wife is speaking in riddles and has no memories of them.

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“I take it our girl couldn’t wait?”

Daemon grins. “She never does.”

“Please, I was so close,” you whine in frustration, dropping your head back on the mattress.

“How were the perils of court, my love?” Daemon asks, completely ignoring your dilemma even as you buck your hips towards him. He sat up, kneeling between your legs and pulling them to drape over his thighs.

Rhaenyra smirked, realizing the game Daemon was playing at. “If you must know, it was tragically boring.” She pulled the pins from her hair, shaking out the ridiculously complicated updo.

“Oh?” Daemon asks. “Are the Lannister cunts still angry over their champion’s unfortunate accident?”

“I could hardly call a public beheading an accident,” Rhaenyra snorted.

“Are you two seriously talking about court gossip while your wife is naked and waiting?” you complain. Daemon and Rhaenyra don’t glance over or even acknowledge that you’ve spoken. You open your mouth to demand their attention, but you feel Daemon’s hand sliding up your thigh and to your aching core.

“His tongue slipped, so did my sword.” Daemon slides two fingers into your cunt, fucking into you with lazy strokes. You moan in relief.

“Several times,” Rhaenyra corrected flatly. “The Lannisters demanded our maester put the pieces of him back together for the funeral.”

���I would have fed him to Caraxes, but I don’t want him catching whatever diseases-”

“Daemon!” Rhaenyra tries to conceal her laugh.

You moan as Daemon’s hand falls into a rhythm. You hated being ignored, and they weren’t the only ones who could play games. Sliding your hands up to your chest, you tweak and tease your nipples, arching your back and moaning dramatically.

Daemon hums, and you catch his eyes as they flicker over to glance at you. You smirk. He’s slipping. 

Your smirk drops as Daemon turns back to Rhaenyra to ask about the other houses.

“If one of you doesn’t fuck me within the next five minutes, I swear I will walk out of these rooms and find someone who will,” you hiss.

Both Rhaenyra and Daemon stiffen at your words. “Our little dragon is spitting fire,” Rhaenyra said.

“I’m surprised she lasted this long,” Daemon smirked. You sigh in relief, they were finally going to stop teasing you. Any sense of victory you felt vanished as Daemon’s gaze turned to you, his eyes dark and hungry. “But I don’t appreciate threats like that. You’re ours.”

“Fuck,” you whisper.

“Oh, darling, you’re going to regret that” Rhaenyra purrs. She walks over to the forgotten wine, pouring a cup for herself. Rhaenyra sits on a chair facing the bed, sipping on her wine with a wicked look in her eyes. “Daemon, why don’t you give our dragon exactly what she’s begging for.”

You swallow hard as Daemon responds. “Yes, my queen.” He repositions himself between your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he dives back into your cunt like a man starved. Daemon’s hands slide up to grip your waist, holding you in place as he laps firm strips against your cunt. You moan, hands moving to grip Daemon’s hair and guide him.

“That’s it, love,” Rhaenyra praises. She’s the picture of elegance, still fully clothed in her tournament gown, legs crossed, and a chalice dangling from her hand as she watches Daemon devour you. 

You whimper as Daemon releases a hand on your waist to fuck two fingers in you. He sucks harshly at your clit, flicking it roughly with his tongue. 

“You must be so close,” Rhaenyra murmurs. “On edge all day with no release.” 

“Please Nyra,” you whine.

“I don’t know if we should let you come,” she responds. “You certainly could use a lesson in restraint.” A gasped moan is wrenched from you as Daemon’s other hand reaches up to pluck and pick at your nipple. The added stimulation from his rough palm and calloused fingers is almost enough to send you over the edge.

“Nyra–love–please!” You’re begging as Daemon continues to torment you. He slips another finger into you, hooking them to massage at a sensitive spot. You squirm, desperately trying to hold off the orgasm for Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra sets down her chalice, stalking over to the bed to look down at you. You burn under her gaze. She seems larger than life–regal, ruthless, and devastatingly beautiful. In moments like this, you’re in awe of the dragon your wife really is. Rhaenyra leans down to kiss you softly before whispering in your ear, “I want you to enjoy this, love. Tell us if you need to stop.” You nod, unable to form words as moans spill from your lips. Nyra rises back up to her full height, the softness gone as her queen mask falls back on. 

“Daemon,” Rhaenyra says. You choke as he hums in response. “Make her come.”

You can feel him grin against your cunt as he doubles his efforts. His fingers fuck into you hard, curling into that spot that makes you see stars. Daemon’s other hand continues to squeeze your breast and pinch at your nipples as he nibbles and sucks on your clit. Your hands grip his hair harder, unintentionally pulling at it, and you feel him moan at the pain. The vibration of his moans are enough to send you over the edge, and your eyes roll back as you climax. Your body tenses, walls fluttering around his fingers.

Daemon fucks your through your orgasm, slowing his thrusts and pressing kisses into your inner thigh. You whine in overstimulation and squirm to get away from his hands. “Fuck,” you breathe, “that was so perfe-”

“Did I say to stop?”

Your eyes widen at Rhaenyra’s words. “You can’t be serious, I jus-” You break off into a yelped moan as Daemon’s mouth and fingers begin their ruthless pace anew. 

“Poor little dragon,” Nyra coos as she smooths down your hair. “We’re just giving you what you asked for.”

Your hips jerk in overstimulation as you struggle to escape Daemon’s steady hands and practiced tongue. Even with the tinge of pain, you quickly find yourself building up to another climax. Your eyes close, mouth falling open to gasp as Nyra murmurs filthy praises.

“What a greedy thing,” she purrs. “You’ve already soaked your husband’s face once and that still isn’t enough for you?”

Daemon slips his hand from your dripping cunt to rub your clit. The calluses on his fingers are rough against your oversensitive clit and you cry out, throwing your head back. “Fuck, Nyra,” Daemon groans. “You should taste her. Just when I didn’t think she could get any sweeter-” He trails off as Rhaenyra kisses him deeply. Her hand sliding up to cup the back of his head as she tastes your cum on his lips. The sight is enough to send you over the edge a second time. You choke out a series of curses, hands grasping at the sheets as you come again.

Your legs shake as Daemon continues to circle and massage your clit with firm pressure. “Sweet girl,” he murmurs, “did you really think anyone else could satisfy you like us?” His fingers finally come to a stop and you force your eyes to refocus on him. “You’re ours.”

You nod weakly, reaching out blindly to try and pull at either of them. Daemon chuckles as he gives in and leans down to kiss you. Rhaenyra gently pulls him back and pushes him to sit back on the bed. 

“My love, can you handle more,” she asks, returning her attention to you. You nod, feeling her press kisses into skin as she helps you sit up. “Why don’t you thank our husband properly?” You hear Daemon groan at Nyra’s words and look over to see him. Daemon is a mess in every sense of the word. His hair is wild and unruly, hanging down in tousled waves. A sheen of sweat covers his chest, and your eyes follow the line of his hardened muscles to see that he’s stroking his cock as he watches you both. Even with your sensitive cunt, you find yourself ready to go again.

Crawling over to Daemon, you sling a leg over his hips and raise onto your knees. You reach down to guide his cock into your aching core, but Nyra is already there. She nibbles and kisses your neck as you sheathe yourself on your husband’s cock. You moan as you take Daemon inch by inch, and his hands grip your waist to steady you.

“Just a bit more,” Rhaenyra murmurs. “You’re almost there.” Your legs shake lightly as he fills you. 

“Fuck,” Daemon breathes as he strokes his hands soothingly against your sides. “That’s it, take me all the way.” 

Rhaenyra sits behind you, the embroidery on her gown rough against your sensitive skin. “Look at how well you're taking him,” she purrs into your ear. One hand slides down to brush against where Daemon’s cock disappears into your cunt, gathering some of your release. She slides her wet fingers up to rub your clit in soft, slow circles. Her other hand slides up to cup your breast. “Come on love, take what you need.”

Daemon’s hands slide down to your hips, guiding your movements as you begin to rock your hips and grind down onto his cock. “You’re so perfect for us,” he moans. “Taking what we give you and begging for more.”

You set a slow and steady pace, fucking yourself onto his cock as you lean back into Nyra’s chest. She captures your lips with hers, teeth biting your bottom lip gently as she pulls back. “Nyra, please,” you beg, stopping your movements. “You’re far too clothed, I need to feel you.” You attempt to turn around and work on the laces of her gown, but she stops you. Rhaenyra stands, pulling at the laces of her gown and letting it drop from her shoulders.

Both you and Daemon curse as the gown hits the floor. Rhaenyra’s pale skin breaks into gooseflesh and nipples pebble at the cool air. Your hands slide to Daemon’s chest, pushing him to lay flat on the bed. “Have a seat,” you grin, “I want you to ride our husband’s face while I ride his cock.” Rhaenyra climbs into the bed. 

“You two will be the end of me,” Daemon moans. Daemon’s hands move to guide Rhaenyra so that she faces you. She hovers over his face, hesitating. “Sit,” he growls, pulling her hips down to his mouth. Rhaenyra moans, arching her back as Daemon licks and sucks at her cunt.

Your hips resume their paces as you reach out to guide Rhaenyra’s arms to rest around your neck. You kiss her desperately, swiping your tongue at her lips until she parts them to let you in. She moans breathlessly into you, and you eagerly drink down every little noise.You cup the back of her neck, deepening the kiss as you slide a hand down to pinch and tug at her nipples. Rhaenyra gasps and moans at the stimulation. 

“You’re so perfect” you say as you break the kiss. “So. Fucking. Perfect.” You punctuate each word with a kiss down her neck and chest. You take a nipple into your mouth, sucking harshly before releasing it to lick and gently bite at the hardened bud. Rhaenyra grips your hair, guiding you to the other bud. You give it the same attention, nipping and sucking until it’s covered in your saliva.

“Look at the absolute mess you’re making,” you moan as you pull away from her. Rhaenyra is panting as she grinds into Daemon’s mouth. Your gaze drops to see Daemon is fucking his tongue into her. You reach down to flick and rub at Nyra’s clit, kissing her before leaning back to watch her as she nears her peak. “Come on, Nyra, eyes on me,” you purr. “I want to watch you as you soak his face.”

She moans, eyes struggling to stay open as she looks at you. “Do it,” you whisper, “come for us.” Your fingers work Rhaenyra’s clit at a steady and brutal pace. Her head falls back as she cries out and bucks her hips into your hand. You slow your grind against Daemon as you focus solely on working Nyra through her climax. “That’s it, let it out.” 

Both you and Daemon continue your ministrations until Rhaenyra is trembling and pulling away. She collapses against the pillows, breasts heaving as she catches her breath. 

You yelp as Daemon lifts you off of his cock and tosses you next to Rhaenyra. “My turn,” he growls, pushing your legs up from behind your knees. You don’t have time to complain about the loss of his cock, as Daemon seats himself back in your cunt in one smooth thrust. He sets a brutal pace, fucking into you in short, hard thrusts.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” he grunts. You feel so full as his cock batters against your most sensitive spots. Rhaenyra props herself up on her elbow, rubbing your clit in time with Daemon’s thrusts. Her swift circles are enough to send you over the edge. You nearly scream as you come again, and you clench down on Daemon’s cock. Daemon moans loudly, hips stuttering as he comes. 

His thrusts slow to gentle grinds as he releases his grip on your legs and leans down to kiss you. “Still want to walk out of these rooms?”

NOTE: Blink twice if I should full send BratTamers!Daemon and Rhaenyra. I was gonna do it here, but decided to show a little restraint since this is only chapter four lmaoooo. Also I’m going to close my requests so I can catch up on the ones I have (and still finish chapters for this work)! I vaguely considered writing a more serious work, but the playful dynamic is just sooo much fun. Thank you to everyone who is reading and commenting, I’m so thrilled you all are enjoying it! ~ Lacie <3 

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