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Forgotten Part 3 (Smut)

Daemon Targaryen x Targ!Neice!Reader

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Warnings: Uncle/Neice sexual scenes, oral, male receiving oral, virgin giving oral, humping, Targcest, "Uncle" + "Sweet girl" Used like pet names.

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The tourney was awful. Nothing overly eventful happened, the heat bore down on the day as if it wished to starve Westeros of water. Daemon sat behind Viserys and Otto who spoke of the upcoming travel plans and what needed to be taken care of while the king was away. You sat up at the front with Rhaenyra who was pointing out which contestants were which.

Daemon even felt sympathy for poor Alicent, pregnant and expected to travel in such heat. Even with her hand fan, she looked as if she were struggling. It seemed cruel to him, to make her travel.

“Father must we stay much longer, the heat is dreadful.” You said as you turned to your father and gave him a pitiful look. Viserys sighed and waved to one of the servants who stood to the side of the balcony that overlooked the tourney arena. They hurried to fetch larger fans for you and Rhaenyra. Daemon noted that one was not offered to Alicent

“I am afraid we must.” Viserys said as he leaned forward.

“The tourney is almost over now. Only a few more rounds left.” Otto said and waved a hand to have you turn back around.

“Few more rounds! There is over half a tourney left. Pass this down to the princesses.” Corlys said from his seat. He and Rhaenys had brought cool drinks from the keep, having them prepared and ready for the hours in the heat. A servant hurried to bring the large jug from Corlys to you and Rhaenyra, pouring you both a cupful before taking it back. The servant Viserys had gestured to hurried over to fan you. By the time the tourney ended, you were tired and bored. Which meant the fuss over the carriages after a late lunch was all the harder to deal with.

“Why must I ride with you? There will be more room if I go with (Y/N) and Daemon.” Came from Rhaenyra several times.

“Why can I not ride with you?” You whined to your father who was holding his head in his hands. Daemon smiled and watched the chaos. Either way, he would be in a roomy carriage for the long ride. Eventually, Alicent shyly resolved the issue.

“You ride with your father and I because we have two stops to make on the way. (Y/N) and Daemon are not needed to make an appearance. Perhaps if we moved some of the supplies from there into the others it would work. It would mean we would not need to stop to catch food from the third carriage or be uncomfortable if one of us wished to rest before we stop for the night.” She smiled and looked relieved when no one could find an issue with her plan. The third carriage was emptied of its supplies which were neatly tucked under the bench seats in the other carriages and everyone began to prepare to move while you and Rhaenyra said a dramatic goodbye as if you wouldn’t see each other for years, rather than several hours.

“Is it just us?” You asked as you took a seat opposite Daemon who had already made himself comfortable.

“I suppose if you insisted Otto would join us. Though it would make us enemies for the rest of my life.” He joked. You smiled and nodded as the door to the carriage was slammed shut and the travelling party began to move.

“How long will it be until we reach our next stop?” You asked curiously.

“Until the sun begins to set. Then a little ways after that. We are to stay with an old friend of Viserys’.” Daemon spoke as if he wasn’t fond of your father’s friend though Daemon seemed to be fond of very few people so it didn’t say much about the friend in question.

An awkward silence fell between the two of you as you watched him curiously. You wished to ask him questions about the night before. He seemed to know and stared down at his hand in his lap.

“Alicent is upset with you.” You said suddenly with a desperate attempt to break the silence. “She hates me. So she is always upset with me.” He muttered as he shifted in his seat and leaned into the corner, legs spread and fingers drumming on the wall of the carriage. “Why is she upset?”

“Because she thinks you convinced Father to let me fly my dragon when we return from the tour. Father said he did not like the rule, to begin with, but only agreed to appease her. She is worried I shall fall or that you shall push me.” You explained. Daemon nodded slowly and the silence returned. Looking at him you couldn’t help but think back to what you had seen the night before. The warm feeling returned and you tried not to squirm about in case Daemon noticed. His eyes closed as he leaned his head back and a fluttering in your chest began to build.

“Did it feel… good?” You asked. He didn’t open his eyes but he hummed in acknowledgment. “To fuck her mouth?”

“If it did not feel good then I would not have done it. Did it feel good to watch?” He asked without moving. You went quiet and he opened his eyes smiling to himself. He knew very well that you had enjoyed it. He had seen how you enjoyed watching at the pillow house. When you said nothing Daemon closed his eyes again hoping to doze in the warmth of the afternoon. “Your sister certainly enjoyed watching… and touching too.” He muttered. He wasn’t sure if you had heard and he didn’t care. It wasn’t as if you would say anything. A few moments passed and then he jolted slightly when he felt your hand pulling at the string of his trousers and found you on your knees looking up at him.

“She is not the only one who enjoys it.” You said firmly and looked up at him through your eyelashes. He chuckled as he leaned down, holding your face in his hands and stroking his pointer finger over your lips. They parted for him and you took his finger into your mouth, suckling at it sweetly. He could tell by the way your chest rose and fell with heavy breath and the way you squirmed as if your core needed friction that you were riled up enough that you would not calm unless he intervened. Reaching down he lifted your skirts so that he could position his booted foot between your legs. He didn’t need to touch you to know that your small clothes would be ruined. His cock ached, twitching as he grew hard, revelling in the way that your hips moved so that you humped his foot without his guidance.

“Please, uncle.” You begged as you rested your cheek against his leg. “Damon please!”

He relented, pulling the strings of his trousers so they were fully undone. “Open your mouth, sweet girl.” He said as he pulled his cock from his trousers. It was hard, thick and veined. The head was heavy on your tongue as he guided himself into your mouth. At first, you spluttered and struggled but Damon carefully manoeuvred you so that you take almost his entire length with ease and a little assistance. The carriage ride was spent with him lazily thrusting his hips up into your mouth while you took all he was willing to offer. His rough fingers brushed through soft silver locks as he felt his cock twitch in your mouth.

“Such a good girl.” He said quietly. You moaned at the praise and sighed at the gentle way he stroked your hair and the back of your neck. "My sweet girl." Suddenly he was holding you more roughly. His thrusts became quicker and you struggled to adjust to his pace as he repositioned himself. He continued his new pace while whispering praises. His cock twitched again and you felt warm saltiness fill your mouth. You tried your best to swallow it all as he instructed you to do as he gasped out through a moan.

“Your mouth feels so good my sweet girl.” He sighed. Copying the maid you’d seen with him the night before you licked and sucked at his softening cock until his purring moans became higher and more sensitive. He pulled you up off your knees and sat you so you were straddled on one leg. You leaned closer, kissing his cheek, as he leaned back against the wall of the carriage. He could feel the heat of your needy cunt through his trousers as you began to hump his tight, soft little gasps filling the carriage and drowning out the squeak of rickety wheels.

“Will you take me now uncle?” You asked. The question was asked so sweetly that Daemon almost agreed right there and then. But he liked this begging, this need for him. Besides the first stop would be coming up shortly and no doubt someone would check in on the two of you.

“No sweet girl.” Was all he sighed out. You whined and pleaded, kisses pressed to his cheek as if to convince him. The wheels of the carriage slowed and he moved you to the seat opposite, fixing his clothes. There was still a glow about you that he hoped would look like excitement. After all, you had not toured all of Westeros before. As he thought the carriage door was ripped open and Aliecent gave him a dubious look. An innocent look, which must have been convincing, crossed his face and she turned her attention to you.

“Come (Y/N).” Alicent muttered and gently led you out to greet a gathering of lords who were already fussing over your father and Rhaenyra.

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