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Ruie, my dear, I was re-reading "The Dragon and The Dancer" and if you are still writing/accepting requests can I get a prequel(before the events of "laut ke ajana") where she dances for Daemon (with some nsfw) please?

ugh first of all, I hope your pillow is always cold, your charger cords never break and may you find money on the streets just for funsises.

second of all!!! Saaiyan Hatto Jao would be such a fitting song, of Dancer seducing Daemon so let’s go!

Daemon Targaryen x Martell!Wife!Reader

tw: exhibitionism? kinda misogynistic but bare with me pls 🤭 clit play, fivesome(kinda), breeding kink, humiliation, oral m and f receiving. mf(fff), mentions of underage stuff ekkk

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In whatever capacity Daemon had within himself to restrain himself from his pretty wife was surely a bravery the Maesters ought to write in books. He had graced the courts of Lys multiple, multiple times. That's where he’d found Mysaria all those years ago. She was a whore, and dancer but a whore. He visited the city twice in his youth, in all his glory mounted open the ominous visage that was Caraxes yet not once was he esteemed enough to watch the infamous courtesans of Lys. Those women, wretched but entrancing women who invited the ones their hearts pleased, unlike any other establishment that would let in anyone with a coin to throw.

Imagine his surprise when an enticing swan from that very establishment had been under his nose this entire time, part of him cursed himself for not seeing it earlier. Something of such enchanting breeding couldn’t have simply come from the loins of Qoren Martell, and knowing your parentage was from Lys. If you weren’t already an insatiable spirit, Daemon pawed at your skirts even more now. He knew that the matter of you dancing was rather sensitive since your mother’s passing and he would never impose himself onto you otherwise.

Yet it couldn’t help taunt the perverse within him, such was the beauty of the Lysenees courtesans. To entice a man wild with just the melody of their voices and the ancient craft of their dance. Many a man with pockets deep enough to raise kingdoms lost their prospects at the doorsills of these bewitching girls.

You spoke of it at length with him once, sat in a warm bath overlooking the sunset, how esteemed of a pupil you were and come of age, your introductory performance had carriages lined for ten streets. Should the time have come, you might have even become the Madam of the establishment with age. The more you excelled in your art the more you feared of never leaving that place like your mother had wished for you. You not once loathed dancing, you hated the politics— you hated how wars began at the backs of courtesans partaking in spying against the very lords they once served to backstab and plot away at every chance they got for their survival. You rather missed the morning singing lessons and the sounds of your sister's anklets running up and down the halls.

“You keep such things from me,” Daemon muttered against your bare shoulder, peppering kisses up to your “You sing?”

You nodded, lifting your head to look at him with a sheepish smile.

It wouldn’t take a lunatic to envision your sweet voice singing away… singing just for him. He tried, he tried so very hard to not let his twitch cock at the thought of it, he was sure you felt it.

“What am I to do with you.” He groaned.

For a wish he had dreamt of since he was near seven and ten, no amount of gold named to the second Targaryen prince would get him inside that establishment, not after he had claimed Caraxes— a magnanimous beast that could burn all those witches in there all at once and not even after aiding the Free Cities with its odd brawls with one another.

And here the damned gods had blessed him with his wish, perched upon his lap. Eager to please him, vowed to obey and be with him till death do them part. Curious how the world worked.

You were no fool, like an animal in rut you had felt Daemon’s demeanour change since the day he discovered you were an untouched courtesan and caught you dancing in the Mirrored Palace alone. You were no stranger to the allure and aura that followed from being who you were, or who your performative personality is.

There is no harm done you thought, you had no joy in dancing for the men at court yet the sound of perhaps performing— truly performing for your lord husband seemed titillating.

It was the conditioning perhaps, to have a noble lord claim a courtesan all to himself, it showed one of two things. A lord with immensely fat pockets or a woman worth nearly a kingdom and its cavalry.

What were you worth? A fucking dragon-lord, a kingdom can’t be worth much if it’s ash. With your children most likely inheriting dragons too, you would by comparison must have outshone all your sisters back in Lys. Such fortune all for a pretty song and the swaying of one’s hips.

When Daemon had told you about is escapades in Essos, especially of how many times the poor prince had tried to gain an audience at your former court. You internally giggled at the picture of a young Daemon clamouring like the rest with gifts and praises to win the attention of your house Madam at the time. Even when he returned with a dragon he was barred, and it wasn’t unusual. Your Madam enjoyed playing with fire, toying with how far she could push men just to catch a glimpse of one of her girls.

Come to think of it, she might have been trying to grasp for an invitation to the Old King’s court, set up an establishment in King’s Landing. But one thing you’d learned from the stories Daemon told you about King’s Landing. Much of the courtesan's work would be polluted by the lack of affection for its craft.

You couldn't deprive him so, not when he paid you handsomely, ravishing your body each night like a silent prayer. Even having seen you, felt you and taught you things that would go beyond the means of a courtesan’s work. You saw the passion in his eyes when he’d find you fixing your ghungroos or humming under your breath as you worked on your needlepoint. The tests of a true Madam now laid at your feet, not only to devise an elaborate function for your dear husband but to be discreet and the most essential part of it all, for you to be perfection.

You’d pick the night of the coming full moon, you knew your father would have grumbled himself to his chambers rather early, the change in tides somehow always made him ill. Your sisters would all be abed, Daemon’s daughter’s too. The commendable part were your lady’s maids, pussyfooting away orders of flowers from Pentos, the special vials of rose oil from Qarth, at least a hundred candles to light up the arched viewpoint at the Watergardens. Daemon’s favourite foods to be prepared along with fine strong wines from the Old Palace cellars.

The intricacies of this function had been handled with such care and secrecy, that it made you consider moving into the manse your father had gifted you after your wedding for some privacy. Surely, a married— happily married couple engaging in salacious acts with one another shouldn't be unexpected. Lastly your lehenga, unlike the ones you usually wear, was truly a magnificent piece made by the dressmaker. A black velvet blouse with a dangerously low neckline and shoulder embroidered with dragons of red and gold threads, a lighter skirt of silk with heavy gold embroidery and embellishments and a chiffon embellished shawl that did nothing to hide your figure.

Another ruse was set up to hide your true schemes, a quaint supper with just you and Daemon being entertained by folk singers sent by Yi Ti.

The evening had been rather splendid, Daemon had no interest in listening to some fucks sing about in a tongue he understood not, but when his sweet wife insisted upon spending the evening together: he couldn't deny you.

He suspected that you were up to something, with supper being prepared, dishes lined up one after the other which were all those he shamelessly indulged in, the rather aged wine that you had been consuming a little too much of. He did not mind, either way, fucking his wife tonight sober or a sweet slobber mess— all was well in the world. After what seemed like a while, Daemon finally felt at ease, calm with a purpose that he belonged, with his daughters and you.

“Excuse me, dearest.” you whispered against his ear, smiling before pecking his cheek “I’ll be back.”

Daemon smiled back, watching you rise from the floored cushions that the both of you nested on, his eyes very shamelessly admiring your backside and the curves of your hips as you walked back into your quarters. He marvelled at the thought of ripping that very lovely maroon gown of your body. The colour change had been a sudden shock to him when you fluttered your way into the sparring wards in a Dornish gown painted in the dark crimson of his house’s colour. Rest assured the sparring continued later in the evening and the gown alas did not survive.

You had slipped out easily, just as the doors closed behind you, the lot of you bolted the opposite direction to your privy and down the hallways, skirts hiked up as you used your other hand to free your hair of the loose Westerosi braids they were in. Your maids ran with you, two of them already waiting by the Watergardens along with the the whore dancers you had acquired all outfitted in white and the esteemed musicians that played at every one of your events.

Hiding behind the thick shrubbery, your maids hastily stripped you off your gown and small clothes and replaced them with the ensemble made for tonight. You prayed to the gods while calming your breath from all that running, let it be perfect. The four girls would greet Daemon upon his arrival, even though they would be a finer treat than most men have had in this lifetime, you were another anthology entirely.

Daemon had been given his first clue after the Yi Ti performers had finally ended their never-ending song.

“The princess awaits you in the Watergardens, my prince.” the attendant had informed before scurrying away.

Whatever this was, Daemon was truly intrigued seemingly obeying his wife and heading straight out of the gardens without any delay. The show that greeted him there however had him taken aback for a moment, the garden pillars decorated in blossoms and twinkling candles scattered across the stairs leading to the arches. He could hear the mellow music and the serene sound of flute dancing along with the crashing waves.

Just like a dream come true, he was greeted by the sound of ghungroos— a sound he had grown accustomed to. Four girls rushed towards him, lifting their hands to their faces and bowing.

“Good evening, my prince.” one of them spoke.

“We have longed for your arrival, your grace.” said the other. Reaching forward for Daemon’s hand.

At any other time he might have pulled away, but this was surely orchestrated by his wayward wife. He could feel her around but couldn't see, and these girls— preening up at him like willing, wanting whores, they were no courtesans. He played along, letting them drag him along to the shore view where an elaborate arrangement awaited him. An old fire in him arose when his reputation had been so palpable at the many brothels across the Known World. Two of them pushed him onto the plush sete, giggling as one of them plops right next to him.

“Would you like some refreshments, my prince.” One of them said with a bunch of grapes in her hand, the other poured him a glass of wine. The third took her time feeling Daemon up, he thoroughly enjoyed this but longed for his wife— his courtesan. One of them began to unbutton the tops of his doublet, soft fingers trailing across his chest.

His sexual frustrations and anticipation began to pivot to a perverse ire, to find you hiding somewhere and reprimand you with your arse red for teasing him so.

That is when the sound of a heavier set of ghungroos echoed around the arches, there you were. Your glowing face against the moonlit sky and candles, you walked towards, body covered in a thick black shawl. The girls around him lifted their skirts and ran towards you, positioning themselves. Then came the music, a smirk so prominent settled itself on Daemon’s lips as his lifelong dream had now stood in fruition before him.

You seductively, inch by inch let the black shawl drop until it fell to the ground, looking at the shawl and suggestively looking up at your husband. You twirled thrice forward, ending right by Daemon’s legs and lowered yourself. He knew not of what you sang but it was as though a witch chanted spells to bind him to you.

The song you sang was one of innocence, a sweet girl begging her lover to let her return home— for the higher the moon rose in the sky her reputation hung by a thread. Ever so seductively telling him to stay away because she knew his true desires were so very impure.

Stay away my love, I know what you desire

You reached for the rose tucked in your blouse, reaching lower to gesture at your ghungroos, giving Daemona a rather exposed view of your bosom. You acted as if his looking had offended you and flicked the rose at him, you stood to continue your routine still singing without a note or beat missed. You knew within that you were perfection, it is what you were trained for from birth. This one performance should have costed half of Pentos, but look upon Daemon’s eyes was payment enough for you.

Night fades to dawn my love, please let me go home

You pulled your shawl of your head and down you your shoulder, toying with it around your cleavage. Eyebrows suggestively scrunched at Daemon, making him kiss the rose you gave him and throw it back at you which you caught with ease, letting the petal graze upon your cheek and then your lips lowering it further down the sides of your torso and tucking it this time at the lining of your skirt. You turn your back towards him swaying you hips as you walked away, turning once to wink at him and continuing to walk until the hardest part of the number began.

The percussion beats could never be missed by your feet, in a performative haze you smiled at the three dancers who also did an extraordinary job at keeping up with you. You turned one last time.

My mother and sister by law shall poke, where had I been, my love. I will die of embarrassment

You walked towards him this time, an exaggerated sway in your hip as you pulled your shawl out from your skirt lining and let it fall to the floor, you turned once more, performatively reaching for the back strings of your blouse and pulling them to mimic a sensual morning stretch. You turned towards your husband who had settled himself further into the cushion.

You kept singing as he reached his hand out, you took it letting him pull you onto his lap. Your soft finger held his face as you kept singing, leading his face towards your neck and he wasted no time in peppering kisses down your collarbone. You pushed him back there after which startled him, you could feel the hardened mound under his breeches— your payment.

Stay away my love, I know of what you desire.

Daemon had enough, still letting you finish your song, your eyes and eyebrows still expressing away your performative feelings as he reached for your Nath and removed it, a significant indication of deflowering a young courtesan.

Your song ended as you sat straddled upon Daemon’s lap, you gaze never left his— like you were another person entirely. Daemon relished in how he intimidated you, how shy and small you were around him, how receptive but innocent you remained even when he taught you to pleasure him and yourself in bed. Yet this woman sat atop him, you were someone else.

“Was it everything you ever dreamed of, my prince.” Your whispered, your hands caressing his face.

Daemon for a moment couldn’t find his words, that’s when you snapped from your performance growing anxious from the silence. You were about to pull away when Daemon abruptly spun you down onto the cushion so he lay towering over you, caging you under his broad build.

“How am I to pay you, my lady,” he said, wanting to rip the clothing off your body but he looked behind to still see the four girls standing.

“They are yours tonight my prince,” you nervously, your aura slipping back to the former “As am I.”

At that Daemon held no restraint and laid siege upon your body, he figured the lasses could still dance as Daemon would take you apart under the moonlit sky.

You held nothing back, arching your back onto the onslaught of Daemon’s lips. Letting your fingers feel the remaining buttons of his doublet and pushing them off his shoulder. This time you pushed back, the heat on your cheeks so apparent for you’d never thought to be so forthcoming in bed before, Daemon always held the reins, placing you in positions he liked, teaching you ways to pleasure yourself.

Daemon grunted for a moment, fighting against the push of your hands before giving in, letting you lay him back down once more. You straddled him once more, this time slipping back into the seductive performance you’d laid out for him. Smiling down at him as you slipped your blouse off, slowly— inch by inch before dropping it next to you.

Daemon’s lips parted in a gasp, though his cockiness would credit his lessons for confidence in this matter. He was further crazed by how much you appeared to be enjoying doing this. He couldn't help himself, reaching up to tweak at your left nipple. You began to roll your hips against the hardening of his breeches, your bare cunt under your skirt pressed at the girth giving you just a small burst of pleasure.

You did Daemon of his tunic, your fingers tracing his battle scars as you reached lower, letting your lips press against his warm skin— letting yourself inch lower and lower as you shuffled off him.

You both yearned greatly for one another, nearly four moons into your marriage and the passions you shared for one another only seemed to reach further heights with each passing day. A fire that Daemon had lit within you burned so bright for him every day. One might think you were born to be with him, obey him.

Daemon watched as you undid his pants, pulling them down his legs and not once leaving his eyes, you were an ethereal sight, bare-chested with his gifted jewels shining at your neck— so prepared to service him. You reached for his cock and that's when he stopped you.

His hands trailed to your head of wild hair, gently tugging at it. “You want my cock?” he said. Eyes wild and waiting for your response.

You meekly nodded, sticking your tongue out just as he taught you to. Wasting no time further he pushes your mouth onto his cock, letting your head bob and suction at his length. You worked your tongue around his cock, the taste of him so familiar in your mouth. You whimper as he pushes in further breaching the back of your mouth and making your eyes water.

“Who would have thought it hmm, the finest girl Lys could offer kneeled like a whore for me” his words falsely degrading you sending shockwaves straight to you your core.

You whimper, this time willingly taking him deeper feeling your throat want to constrict as you pull up for air— he however stops you briefly before giving you relief. A string of salvia lingering on your lips. He wiped at the tears polling around the corner of your eyes.

“Take the rest of it off girl,” he demanded, eyes ravenous and impatient.

You gathered your bearing before standing once more, pulling at the waist string of your skirts with no haste to tease him yet again. You let your skirt fall as you caught onto the rose still tucked at your waistline. You kissed it and threw it at him. Every look, every action towards you seemed to have been pooling your cunt wet.

Daemon grunted, yanking you back onto him. His lips smacked against yours once more as he took a harsh hold of your tit with one hand while the other held you here. His actions were voracious, seducing your soul rather than your body.

You took matters into your own hands, unable to keep up with this game any longer and reached for his cock— gently rubbing the tip at you folds before lowering yourself onto him.

Daemon groaned into your mouth as you gasped, having never felt him so deep, you held onto his shoulder fingernails digging in.

“You're so deep,” you whispered, your breath hitching as you adjusted to the intrusion.

His fingers dug into the flesh of your arse pulling you further down and full of him. You felt so close, so one with him. You began to grind your hip, your neck cranked as Daemon’s head dipped lower to kiss your shoulders and up your neck.

“Such a fine prize aren't you, tell me how do I pay you?” he said bucking his hips up into you making you sqwak.

“D-dragonseed… I want your babes.” you whispered, head hanging in a wanting shame.

Daemon smirked, he had forever hoped to make you swell of his children but he never knew your sweet mind craved to be bred.

“Go on then, take what you want.” he rested back on to his elbows, bucking his hips once more to coerce you to keep going.

You rested a hand on his torso using it as leverage to lift your hips to bounce into his cock. Your snug cunt milking him to fill you. Your smaller legs weren't enough to lift you that far off his cock, but you tried nonetheless. Daemon reached for your cunny, his thumb began to rub circles onto your clit sending you into a frenzy— riding him with far more determination.

It felt good, so very good.

“How does it feel darling? How does it feel riding a dragon.”

You let out a strained giggle at that, still unable to help your childish mind. You kept riding him, Daemon’s lips restraining a smile too at your ill-timed humour. Earning you a sharp smack on your left tit.

“It feels so good, so deep.”

Your hips found a steady rhythm against Daemon’s fingers at your bundle of nerves. Your each bounce ore eager than the one before. Your tits bobbing and calling for equal attention from Daemon.

“My prince!”

You moaned, feeling that pinnacle ever so close as you chased it.

“I’m all yours,” you said unprovoked “a courtesan trained just for you.”

Daemon nearly lost his bearings at that, pinching your nipple harder. Seven Hells— he knew you were made just for him.

“Say it again.”

“I was born to be your c- courtesan.” you cried, feeling so very close to completion.

Your thighs begin to shudder, he can feel them clenching— he lets go of your breast and grabs your hips in aid to feel you gush around him. A sudden pitched cry leaves your mouth as you tremble your bouncing coming to a halt as you fight to hold yourself up but Daemon’s fingers on your bundle of nerves don't stop.

He abruptly flips you over, readjusting you within a blink of an eye. Your bare body facing the dancers as Daemon’s solid wet-length rested on the curve of your ass.

“We could get your money’s worth,” he suggested nipping at your ear lobe, his demeanour shifted to the one of you loving husband. “We needn't—”

“I trust you.” you looked up at him, chest still heaving from your peak before and yet you always wanted more of him, more of his depravities.

So many fantasies, much to do.

He gestured them forward knowing they would take much time to shed their clothes, they were whores trained to dance.

All three of of them vulgarly bowed, giggling amongst themselves.

“My prince.” The chorus of their voice followed as they began their performance to reach for him.

He tutted— he’d die happy if he died tonight.

“Not me, her.” He ordered.

You looked back up at him, a curious flare in your eyes that was met with his top protruding at your sloppy opening once more.

The girls entirely shifted their attention onto you.

“Mhmm you have such lovely tits princess.”

“Such soft skin.”

“Such a fine figure, your grace.”

Daemon pushed into you once more, groaning and resting his head onto your shoulder. His palm curled around you neck pulling your back against his shoulder. He knew of the explosive pleasure you were about to discover, even more joy was that he would be the one giving it to you, a fine reward for my girl, the fruits of the lovely exhibition you'd put on for him.

He began fucking into you, small grunts and exhales lingered by your ear and what followed from there on had your mind scattered.

One whore settled on suckling your nipples, twisting and toying with the other. One muffled your moans with her lips upon yours. Your cunny was already sensitive but then you felt a sensation you never had before. The third girl kneeled by the nest and began to lick your bud.

“D— Daemon!”

The sensation so overwhelming you began to pull away, Daemon curled other arm firm around your torso to keep you in place as he continued rut into you.

“Feels good doesn’t it, my love?”

You could barely speak but you nodded, eyes shut feeling yourself so lost in every touch. One of the whores disappeared behind you, settling herself under Daemon to service his heavy stones.

He watched as the whores played with your tits, he too reach further up to tweak a pebble harshly between his fingers. You gasped at the burn of pain. The whore sucking at your teat came to your defence.

“Gentle my prince, breaking a thing so pretty isn’t fair”

“Not this one, her cunt is squelching around me.” he groans.

“Its true!” the girl by your cunt giggles.

Your cheeks burned in shame, they spoke of you like you weren't around. The whore licking your bud pushed at your folds to leave it exposed as she suckled and licked and rubbed away. Daemon’s cock fucked you raw from within and you felt it once more, hurtling towards.

“Go on, wet my cock my love.” he grunted fucking you harder.

His peak chased after as you broke first, gushing around his cock as you screamed his name. Legs and arms shuddering as Daemon grunted to completion himself, ropes of his spent coated your walls. You could feel the warmth within, nearly forfeited by your sensations. He held your body so close, recovering himself as he shooed the whores away.

Letting you collapse in the nest first and then himself. Laying soft kisses at your shoulder, still firmly holding your hand to ground you.

“Well done, my love.”

You lazily smiled at him, dazed in euphoria as you rubbed your feet against his calves.

“What have I done for fortune.” He whispered against your temple.

You shrugged at him, leaning forward to kiss him once more. “I hope you are pleased with my performance?”

Daemon shook his head, begging mesmerized by you. He let his hand rest at your belly.

“If giving you all this love,” he kissed your cheek. “My dragonseed,” he pressed onto you belly. “Isn’t indication of how very pleased I am sweet girl.”

Then you heard a high pitched squeal from the skies, clicks and then the rustle of trees around you. “Then perhaps I should show you what being a dragon feels like.”

Caraxes burst through the horizon behind your circling the skies as he lowered himself onto the white beach. You looked at Daemon puzzled, as he pulled you up to dress you.

“What are you doing?” You huffed putting your blouse back on.

“You want to have my children, it might be time that you grew accustomed to Caraxes.”

You kept dressing yourself to mask the fear that was coursing through your veins. I dance for him and he plans to kill me. You could barely muster the courage to be even ten feet around Moondancer and that beast was a babe. Caraxes is a behemoth, he protects your husband— he told you how the two of them were two halves of whole. It never made sense to you.

“Don’t be scared, halves of a whole remember?” he said as he bent down to lift you up by you back and legs once you finished dressing.

You’d rid yourself of your ghungroos just to not startle the beast.

“I love you, care for you. Therefore he does too.”

You weren’t sure about how sure he was about said theory. Yet you let him carry you to the beaches below where Caraxes sat waiting, when you saw him it almost appeared as though he was playing with sand. Shaking his snout it the sand to bury it and then exhaling to have sand fly everywhere, followed by loud clicks.

“Is he— is he playing?” You asked your husband.

“Told you, he’s harmless.”

That beast also burned dozens of Dornish men but alright.

Just as Caraxes felt Daemon’s presence he chirped up even more, his long neck swaying in the wind. However it only took a moment for his demeanour to flip when he realized there was another. You froze in Daemon’s arms at the low grumble Caraxes let out.

“Dohaeras Caraxes!” Daemon lowly warned the beast.

Caraxes still look unsure but Daemon kept walking.

He put you down a few feet from the beast, don’t run— don’t run. You watched as Daemon walked towards Caraxes without a care in the world that his wife might get fried tonight.

“Konir sagon ñuha ābrazȳrys, ao gīmigon zirȳla syt izula hūra, keligon issare quba.” That is my wife, you have know about her for four moons. I told you.

Daemon sounded like he was scolding the dragon.

He turned to you “Come my love.”

You obeyed, talking small steps towards him. Towards his outstretched hand. Everything would be fine, you trusted him. Entirely— wholeheartedly, with your life.

Just until Caraxes turned his long neck and his snout just with a feet from you. You froze entirely once more, Daemon still petting Caraxes.

“Dohaeras,” he whispered, almost as if he spoke to a child.

Caraxes’s big nostrils flared, sniffing you a couple of time before chirping. Daemon chuckled, you relaxed for a moment until Caraxes gently used his snout to trip you backwards before once more burying his snout in the sand and deeply exhaling, burying you in a thick sheet of sand. Daemon couldn’t help but break into a fit of laughter

“Daemon!”

You were going to great friends he knew it.

eeee I had so much fun writing this. I totally imagine Caraxes kinda being like jealous Lilly from modern family lol

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As soon as the carriage came to a halt, I eagerly jumped out and rushed over to the dragon pit. My heart leapt with excitement as I saw the dragon keepers bringing out my beloved black dragon, ēbrion. I could hardly contain my joy as I ran over to her and wrapped my arms around her , feeling the warmth of her body and the roughness of her scales against my skin.

I leaned in close, pressing my cheek against her head, and rubbed my hands across her scales, reveling in the sensation of her smooth black scales and the sharp ridges of her horns. I whispered words of affection to her, telling her how much I had missed her and how happy I was to see her again even if I only saw her two days ago,

I felt completely at ease in the presence of my dragon. she has been my faithful companion ever since he hatched.

"Hello sweet girl," I cooed, and after a little while of waiting I blushed a little watching as Caraxes came down from the sky and landed at the entrance to the dragon pit, I giggled and happily ran over watching as my uncle daemon climbed out.

He smirked as he saw me and opened his arms so I ran over and jumped into them for a hug, he wrapped his arms around me and gave my head a small kiss. "You ready for your lesson, byka mēre?" [Little one]

"I'm ready! I'm ready! Can we go now?!"

"Alright," He chuckled, he held my hand and let me back to ēbrion, he soothed my dragon sweetly and made sure she was calm enough before Daemon helped me to climb up onto the saddle, "Alright, make sure your feet are on properly," he says moving my ankles to make sure it was all as it should be, "make sure the chain is tight so you don't go flying off." he explained checking everything for me, "Alright, you ready byka mēre?"

"I'm ready!" I nodded excitedly,

He chuckled and kissed my forehead before he climbed down and moved over climbing back up onto Caraxes, "Go on byka mēre, stay in front of Caraxes and I. Any problems you know what to do?"

"I know!" I smiled, "Ivestragī's sōvegon ēbrion!" [Let's Fly ēbrion]

As Ebriōn slowly moved and began to take off, I felt a mix of excitement and fear. Even though I had ridden on Dragonback before, I still got scared sometimes when we took to the sky. But I trusted Ebriōn, and I knew that he would take care of me.

As we ascended higher and higher into the sky above King's Landing, I made sure to hold on tight to Ebriōn's sadle. I could feel her powerful muscles working beneath me as she flapped her wings, and I marvelled at the incredible sensation of flying through the air.

Daemon and Caraxes took off not far behind us, and we flew together, practising various moves and styles of flying. Sometimes we would soar high above the clouds, while other times we would skim low over the water of the Narrow Sea. I was amazed at how effortlessly Ebriōn could change direction and speed in mid-air, and I did my best to keep control of her the two of us working in tandem to fly.

As we flew, I felt a sense of freedom and exhilaration that I had never experienced before. Riding on dragonback was like nothing else in the world,

"byka mēre! Rest time Princess!" Daemon called out to me from Caraexs,

"Okay!" I yelled back even if I wasn't sure my voice carried that far, I spotted a small island nothing more than a jagged rock close to the coastline so I took Ebriōn down landing on the rocks, Caraxes landed close by, Daemon climbed down quickly but I of course took more time so he came over and helped me down pulling me into a sweet hug,

"You're getting much better byka mēre, You'll be flying solo across Westeros pretty soon."

"You think so!"

"I'm sure of it, you and Ebriōn make quite the team," he said, "But both dragon and riders need to rest for a little while," He told me as he kept his hand on my waist and led me to a small area that was fairly flat, where we sat watching the waves taking a moment to rest. "and... as we are away from prying eyes," he smirked moving closer and peppering slow kisses down my neck,

"Daemon we shouldn't-"

"No one knows where out here, it's just you and me," he growled, He then pressed one kiss to the crook of my neck, I blushed a little but didn't move, so he tightened his grip on me a little hugging me a little tighter and kissing my neck again only one little kiss but enough to make me feel so happy inside, "come here byka mēre, I need some payment for taking you on your riding lessons don't I?" He growled, bringing his face and lips into my neck again, he gently blew air across my skin before slowly pressing small kisses to my neck,

I couldn't control my playful giggles he merely continued his kisses so slowly and calculated waiting patiently between each one, his kisses slowly grew more intense until as he kissed my neck his teeth graced my skin, not enough to bite me but enough to make me feel his teeth, he repeated this just slow soft kisses occasionally tenderizing my skin by gracing his teeth on it, "Daemon!" I giggled,

He chuckled with a familiar sly grin, he continued his kisses now starting little nibbles on my skin pressing his teeth more meaningfully, "sylutī byka mēre" [Tasty little one] He smirked and continued his bites gently barely anything between his kisses and nibbles which were getting very intense,

"Daemon no more," I giggled even if I didn't want him to stop,

He licked the spot he bit before kissing it again he would do this over and over up and down my neck like a vampire to my jugular, He continued with a prideful smirk, getting harder with his nibbles, kisses and bites. He smirked getting even harder "Hmmm..." He groaned leaving a hickey on my neck "Ao desire bisa, nyke gīmigon gaomā byka mēre," [You desire this, I know you do little one]

"Daemon-" I gasped feeling him force a hickey into my skin he continued biting and nibbling my neck around my hickey to ensure my attention for it, "Uhhh! Daemon!" I moaned twisting my fingers in his hair, which he took as a sign to get even more intense "Uhhhhh!" I moaned as his hand that had been settled on my waist this whole time moved under my dress to my thigh he quickened his kisses stroking my thigh higher and higher "Hmm? such iā sylutī byka mēre" [Such a tasty little one] he licked my hickey as he smirked and he teased me further stroking my hip under my dress "Ummm..." he groans now all but attacking my neck with kisses, bites, nibbles and licks. I could feel he was hard against my leg I tugged on his hair almost pulling his hair,

"Uhhh Daemon" I gasped moving his hand to where I so desperately needed him

He smirked stroking my mound before rubbing on my throbbing clit, "so loud today, byka mēre. Maybe I should take you for lessons more often your getting so despite for me."

"Uuhh uhhhh uhhhhhhh" I whined as he continued with my neck at the same time by now my neck looked as if I had been in a fight covered in hickeys and bite marks all down one side of my neck, not caring the marks he made just wanting to make us excited I moaned as he made a hickey on my most sensitive spot while he slipped his fingers inside me still rubbing my clit with his thumb but I clamped my hand over my mouth to stop my moan even if my eyes rolled back a little

"Ohh..." He growled "Such a cute byka mēre," he cooed "Do you want me to stop?" he whispered and I shook my head "I knew it," he groaned kissing down to my collarbone and across my gasping chest giving him more space and more real estate to leave hickeys and bites,"Let me see them."

"What?" I blushed but with my quick breaths my chest was rising and falling so fast his eyes lingered there

"Let me see them," He whispered in my ear making his fingers move much faster

"Uhhh Daemon please I -" I gasped

"I wasn't asking" he smirked, he unlaced my dress making sure to be agonizingly slow before he tugged it off me leaving me naked on the rocks, he smirked and pulled me to sit naked on his lap my back against his chest as his hand moved hard and fast-moving his fingers rapidly inside me, his other hand cupped my breast squeezing and fondling my bare skin,

"Ahhhh! Daemon!" I screamed, "Please..."

"Please what byka mēre?"

"I need you... " I gasped unable to resist such overwhelming pleasure,

He didn't need another word before tugging his trousers down, he stroked his hard shaft a couple of times before he held the base and guided himself inside me he groaned as he found his way, "Humm a different kind of riding lesson now byka mēre," He growled as he held my hips to guide my riding to ensure the best pleasurable angle as he began his almost violent thrusts but this was normal for daemon, I didn't hold back my screams, he didn't hold back his grunts and groans either which I found sexier then I like to admit, Both Caraxes and Ebriōn scream out with us as if they know the pleasure we supply each other, I knew I was close clawing down his legs in desperation for the pleasure that was building and building and building until I hit it screaming and clamping my legs around him my eyes rolling back and my jaw hung open, pleasure rushing though my body but Daemon kept going for a while but he was slower sloppier unable to control himself much longer until he moaned loudly and quickly pulled out sending his seed across my back,

We both just sat for a moment, gasping. Listening to the waves and to our dragons until he broke the silence,

"I think that's enough lessons for today," he smirked,

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daemyra-fire · 2 days

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The power that Daemon and Rhaenyra emanate is a thing of study

All the credits to theoriginalsnobles

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leave helaena alone you poor bitches

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New Aegon II Clip! | House of the Dragon Season 2

"TRAITORS AND VILLAINS!"

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aphrmoosun · 2 months

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Jacaerys in the middle of his mother and her lover 🫣😂❤️❤️

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rhaenerystargaryen · 2 months

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i wanna be saved

pairing: modern!daemon targaryen x fem!reader

synopsis: it's okay to have a little fun once in a while but remember, everything is better aged.

warnings: smut (p in v), oral sex, fingering, dom/sub dynamics, age-gap relationship, consumption of alcohol, cussing/adult language

wc: 2076

a/n: my request box is open for anything your hearts desire <3

it had been a long week at your corporate job. your boss, being the asshole he is, made you the head of a project. managing a nine to five and grad school proved to be one of the worst things on the face on the earth. you’ve spent countless nights studying for exams while also trying to keep everything in order so that the launch of said project would go smoothly. long story short, it had been a while since you’ve had some fun.

“which skirt suits me better?” your friend, rhaenyra asked.

“the silver one,” you replied, aimlessly scrolling on your phone.

your dear friend, rhaenyra, had begged invited you to come clubbing with her. according to her, “you never go out anymore!"

*start of flashback*

"you should come to this thing my uncle is hosting," rhaenyra pulled out a flyer from her purse, "here. it has the address and everything on it already."

"rhaenyra, you know i'd love to but i really need to focus on-" she cut you off.

"work? well, i already know its either work or school. have you seriously forgotten that you're a hot, young twenty two year old and not some middle aged woman?"

"rhaenyra-"

"just come with me," she whined, "pleaseeee!! we can get ready together and i'll even buy you a drink," you raised your eyebrow at that last statement to which you both laughed at.

"okay! okay! i'll go," rhaenyra threw her fist up in excitement, "but," you started, "if i get shitfaced, its your problem."

*end of flashback*

you watched her slide the skirt on and turn to face you.

“i don’t think this skirt looks good on me,” she expressed making you roll your eyes.

“yes it does,” getting up, you grabbed at her shirt, “look it matches this silver detailing.”

“whatever you say my dear y/n,” she laughed.

"well im done so whenever you finish we can go," you stated.

rhaenyra turned to look at you, "you're joking right?"

"what?"

"there is no way you're going out in that," she exclaimed. you had opted to wear a white tank top with some black shorts while rhaenyra went all out.

"what? does it not look good on me?" you asked.

"its too casual," she made her way to her closet and from there you could hear shuffling until she emerged holding a black lacy dress.

"here, try this!"

you looked at the dress then her, "rhaenyra-"

"oh cmon, please! do i have to beg you to do everything? this dress would make you look so sexy and while you're at it, ditch those shoes."

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as the two of you stepped out of the car, you made note of the scenery. whoever her uncle was must have been loaded, or important, because this venue was too fancy for just a couple of young adults clubbing.

"rhaenyra?" your eyes darted back and forth between the building and her as you walked toward the entrance of the venue, "what does your uncle do for work exactly?"

you had hardly taken notice to the man standing by the door, waiting for rhaenyra.

"niece," he stated look at rhaenyra then turning to face you.

"y/n," you reached your hand out to shake his.

"y/n," he repeated, "what a beautiful name," then he grabbed your hand to kiss it.

rhaenyra rolled her eyes as she spoke, "y/n, this is my uncle daemon."

"nice to meet you," you shyly responded to his gesture.

"no need for formalities. it is always a pleasure to be the in presence of such beautiful young ladies," he teased.

"uncle," rhaenyra started, "i think my dear friend y/n has had enough, would you show us to our booth?"

"with pleasure," daemon said with a sly smirk plastered on his face.

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it had been two hours since daemon had taken the both of you to your booth. those two hours were spent getting pampered by rich wall street men who were looking to spend a pretty penny getting young girls drunk. rhaenyra had entranced one of them to the dance floor 30 minutes prior, leaving you all alone.

"enjoying your time, princess?" you looked up from your phone to see daemon standing, arms crossed.

"oh yes, everything here is so nice. not like those dirty college clubs where i usually get wasted," you joked.

"oh really?" daemon had moved to take a seat next to you, "do you party often?"

"well...not really," you shrugged.

"why's that? you seem like a fun girl," he laughed.

"i've just been really busy at work and you know i'm trying to balance that with school," you knew you were starting to ramble but at this point you didn't care, "it just hasn't been working in my favor i guess."

daemon was looking at you, almost as if he was consuming every word you'd been saying.

"what?" you took notice of his odd staring.

snapping out of his trance he cleared his throat and sat up, "nothing nothing. you seem like a very dedicated young woman, y/n. everything will pass but you shouldn't deny yourself the pleasure of living," he said.

you could tell he was speaking from prior experience, making you question his age.

"how old are you, daemon?" you blurted.

clearly the question caught him off guard but he didn't seem to mind as he started laughing.

"i'm sorry. i know that question was probably insensitive, i didn't mean to-"

"i'm 40, y/n," he spoke smoothly.

"oh," you couldn't seem to find the right words for this situation.

raising a brow, he leaned in closer, "does that bother you, y/n?" he asked.

"no, no it doesn't," you shook your head.

daemon didn't say anything but just lean into you, your legs now touching.

"when was the last time you had some fun, y/n?" his tone now a bit firm.

"well, depends on what kind of fun you're talking about," you joked trying to ease the tension.

you couldn't sit here and deny how your body was reacting to daemon. ever since he'd kissed your hand a couple hours prior, you'd noticed how well his blue-grey eyes complemented his platinum hair. not to mention the fact he had to be at least 6'2. the one thing that set your stomach on fire though was the fact that he was older, so much older.

"when was the last time you were fucked, y/n?" he spoke lowly, breath fanning your face.

your body retracted a bit which daemon took notice of, grabbing your face in response so that now you were looking directly at him.

"are you going to answer, princess?" he hummed.

you could feel your heart beating so intensely you thought it might run out of chest, "a while," you shyly responded.

"was it good?" he asked.

you couldn't bring yourself to speak. you just shook your head "no" and that told daemon all he needed to know.

"would you like me to show you how a real man pleases a woman, y/n?" there was a hint of mockery in the way he spoke. obviously not directed at you, but the man who had you before.

"what about rhaenyra?" you bit your lip, "what would she think about this?"

"this has nothing to do with rhaenyra. you are a grown woman, y/n...but i can see now that you're hesitant. you don't want me to show you," he released your face from his grasp.

"wait! daemon," you grabbed his arm, "i want you," you admitted with the last bit of dignity you had.

"how badly do you want me, princess?" that damn nickname had your heart running laps around your rib cage and even doing backflips.

"so so so badly, daemon," you toyed with your lip as you tried to read his face.

daemon leaned in to grab your face once more, placing his lips onto yours. the way he kissed made the heart doing laps and flips in your ribcage drop dead and instead, set your stomach on fire. he was aggressive, threading his fingers through your hair and pulling your head back to nip at the exposed skin on your neck.

suddenly, he pulled back, "follow me."

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daemon had taken you by the arm down a secluded hallway of the club. you figured you were going to his office, thinking he worked here. yet when he opened the door, you were met with the sight of a private room.

"well...this is nice," you joked before daemon pushed you up against the wall, taking your mouth into his.

his muscular arms traveled down your torso, pulling at the thin material of your lacy dress. your legs opened slightly ajar, giving him the opportunity to place his hand through the ridden-up cloth and tease your leaking slit.

"daemon, please...do something," you whined as he slowly kissed down your neck.

his arms traced back up to where the bottom of your dress was residing and pulled it over your head.

"no bra?" he teased, biting down on your hip bone.

"no bra," you whined out, "just for you."

"oh yeah? who knew you were such a dirty girl, y/n?" he moved so that you could look at yourself in the full length mirror, "look at you...so perfect."

you could only hum a response back before daemon pulled your thong down and started teasing your leaking hole.

"daemon! fuck...please," you mewled out.

"please what, princess?"

"please, eat my pussy," you begged.

"i will, my love...but first i want to play with this pretty pussy," he affirmed as he slid a finger in.

pumping for a bit, he decided to add another one, "how does that feel?"

"sososo good...," you threw your head back, "fuck daemon!" you moaned when he took his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue.

the way he ate your pussy, almost as if he was a starved man had you cursing more than you ever had in your life. not to mention the stars that clouded your vision as he combined the prior finger action with his tongue.

"daemon," you shuddered looking down at him, "i'm gonna cum," you threw your head back, eyes shut.

"no you're not," he responded, pulling his fingers and tongue out of you.

"wha-" you were too clouded to think as daemon picked you up and threw you onto the bed.

he immediately went back to kissing you and you could taste yourself on him. making you even wetter then you were before.

"daemon, take off your clothes," you tugged at his shirt.

"take them off for me, baby," he replied, placing your hands on his chest.

quickly, you went to work removing every piece of clothing on his body until he was bare. you admired his abs for a second, trailing your fingers through the ridges until they reached his v-line.

"that's enough teasing out of you," daemon stated as he flipped you onto all fours, "i want you to look at yourself in the mirror when i fuck you. don't take your eyes off."

the way he said it made it seem like a threat and you weren't willing to test daemon's patience. he slowly entered you and you could feel your knees start to shake from the sheer girth of his length but his hands came to lay on your hips, helping you steady yourself. it only took a couple of thrusts before daemon started going absolutely insane.

"fuck...it's like you were made for me, y/n...so perfect," he groaned as he pulled your back up to touch his stomach.

"daemon, i'm not going to last much longer..." you whispered as his thrusts increased.

"look at yourself when i make you cum," he commanded and your eyes shifted to the mirror.

"fuck y/n, baby...i'm gonna cum," daemon nipped at your ear, "i want you to cum with me."

within a matter of seconds the two of you were falling apart. you were sure that if there were other private rooms, they would've heard the way you yelled daemon's name. hell, the whole venue probably heard you but it all didn't matter because the orgasm that daemon just gave you put the rest to shame and he knew it too. you laid, breathless on the bed looking at him.

"are you tired, old man?" you teased.

"do want to see how tired this old man really is, princess?" daemon replied before emerging on top of you for yet, another round.

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