#daemyra smut

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Sȳz Riña

Synopsis: When your two dragons catch you dancing with another Lord, it's safe to say neither is best pleased. Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!Reader x Rhaenyra Targaryen

Warnings: General HoTD shenanigans such as sexual themes-oral, penetration, spanking, threesome- incest, vulgar language, and the sort so please if any such things make you uncomfortable or if you're underage do not engage with this post or I will feed you to my dragon!

1,955 words

A/N: I'm just so down bad for these two I couldn't help it, I'm sorry!

With your hand clasping tightly to the skirts of your dress you danced around the room in circles laughing politely with your partner, some Lannister Lord or another whose name you couldn’t really recall holding happily onto his hand while he spun you merrily around the marbled floor. Glancing towards the royal table you caught the gaze of your blatantly bored older sister from where she was perched beside the King, that was until your eyes drifted across instead capturing those of a dragon.

A fire was ablaze behind Daemon Targaryen’s violet eyes as he watched you floating across the floor with your hand entwined with another mans. Casting a glance to his side he saw his wife with a similar fire simmering behind her own as she tightly gripped her goblet taking a rather large drink of the sweet wine in an attempt to smother her own fire.

Having noticed them staring you smirked amused at the sight of your two dragons teetering on the verge of burning Kings Landing to the ground so you turned now wrapping your arm around the neck of the young Lord pressing yourself against him to whisper in his ear, “This has been lovely though I’m afraid I must cut our dance short my Lord.”

Before there was any chance of a reply a large hand was wrapped firmly around your wrist spinning you until you were faced with the leather-clad chest of Daemon. Your nameless Lord excused himself as the Rogue Prince’s wrathful glare bore down upon him, “Rhaenyra is quite tired, and it appears that you have had more than enough to drink Dōna Riña. We shall be retiring to our chambers for the night.” His voice was no more than a harsh whisper against your ear as the heat of his breath upon your face ignited something deep in your stomach. (Sweet Girl)

Staring up at him wide-eyed and pleading a sorrowful pout pulled at your lips, “But I’m having such a nice time with Lord Lannister, Ñuha Dārilaros.” Your voice dropped to a sultry purr at the end of your sentence knowing very well the effect your use of his ancestorial language had on the man. (My Prince)

His hand moved quick as a whip from your wrist to grasp the nape of your neck roughly yanking you closer to his strong body forcing you to face him, “Do not make me take you here in front of all these people.” Leaning down he pressed a searing kiss upon the shell of your ear before continuing, “We both know that I would do so with no quarrels.”

This pulled a whine from your parted lips knowing that he was being completely truthful and would gladly follow through on his threat, so you nodded. Seemingly satisfied with your submission he took a hold of your hand using it to lead you through the crowd of dancing bodies, into the halls of the Red Keep and all the way back to the chambers you were occupying where Rhaenyra was already awaiting the two of you.

Upon entry your eyes widened as you stared shamelessly at Rhaenyra whose bare body was proudly on display lounging across the bed her ringed fingers gently smoothing over the silken sheets. Your already hazy mind drifted even further at the sight of her unceremoniously dropping Daemons hand your steps quickening in your rush to launch yourself above her lips immediately seeking out her own.

She laughed softly at your antics before reciprocating your affections her soft pink lips now moving in tandem with your own, moaning against her you made a move to deepen the kiss only for her warm hands to take hold of your cheeks lifting your face so you could see each other, “I thought mayhap you would rather accompany Lord Lannister to his chambers tonight, Ñuha Jorrāelagon.” Despite her gentle tone, you could still see the poorly concealed embers simmering deep inside of her. (My Love)

Suddenly a pair of rough hands were lifting you from your position atop the Princess instead having you stand upon the cold stone floor of your chambers, “I have half a mind to go back out there and take that Lannister cunts head for the audacity to touch what is ours.” Daemons voice was firm with no hint of a jest in his voice as he spoke, his fingers expertly working to loosen the ties of your dress, “Don’t think you will not be paying for the fun you had yourself tonight.”

Due to the fact that he couldn’t possibly see your face you dared to roll your eyes at the overly possessive Prince, “I hardly think that I did anything wrong with a simple dance.” You drawled while accepting Rhaenyra’s offered hand as you stepped from the dress that now pooled around your feet, “You’d think I was on my knees sucking his cock for all to see with the way you are acting, Ñuha Dārilaros.” (My Prince)

No sooner had the words left your mouth did a soft yelp escape as Daemons hand harshly connected with the delicate flesh of your backside though it was promptly soothed by the soft hands of Rhaenyra, “The way his gaze never faltered from those marvellous tits of yours,” Daemons voice was deep with a mixture of anger and lust as his hand slithered up your body his fingers pinching cruelly at your pert nipple, “That is precisely what that cunt was thinking.”

Head shaking you decided to instead look down upon Rhaenyra your hands running smoothly over her shoulders as hers remained grasping the red flesh of your rear, “Please Nyra, speak sense to your husband.” Earning yourself yet another hard slap you huffed in feigned annoyance, “It was merely a dance, Ñuha Dāria.” (My Queen)

A contemplative noise left her as her hands ran around your body rubbing at the softness of your pillowy thighs while she slowly parted them from her seated position on the bed, “Mayhap our Sweet Girl is right, Valzȳrys.” Rhaenyra’s carnal stare held you captive as she moved to feather open mouthed kisses over your mound completely avoiding where you needed her the most, “It was after all merely a dance.” (Husband)

A jovial grin spread across your pretty face at her words your hand weaving itself through the bright tresses desperately urging her closer till she happily darted her wet tongue out to tease over your needy clit.

Palms still full of your heaving breasts Daemon removed his face from where it had been nestled into your neck delivering a series of delicious kisses and dizzying bites, “You are too quick to give into her every demand, Ābrazȳrys.” Despite his chiding words he easily manoeuvred you from the warmth of Rhaenyra’s mouth before carefully tossing you into the centre of the large bed. (Wife)

Finding himself as the only one remaining clothed you watched with heavy breaths as Daemon started slowly removing his garments starting firstly with Dark Sister which was hanging comfortably from his lithe hips, “Nyra..” Whining pleadingly for her she smirked crawling over to you till she lay with an elbow propping her up greedily taking your hard nipple into her mouth.

“Spread your legs.” Before you even had the chance to comprehend the command your legs had fallen open of their own volition as Daemon loomed above you his leaking cock heavy in his hand, stroking it as his sinful eyes never wavered from the attack Rhaenyra was laying upon your tits, “There’s our Good Girl.”

“Sȳz Riña.” Rhaenyra purred her agreement as she removed herself from you swinging her leg over your body and positioning herself to straddle your chest while her hands lovingly caressed your heated face. (Good Girl)

The intrusion of Daemon's finger entering you had your eyes widening and a wanton moan clawing from deep inside you, “I’m going to fuck you.” He spoke clearly his chin sitting atop Rhaenyra’s shoulder allowing him to stare down at your flushed face for any sign of discomfort as he added another finger beginning to thrust them slowly into your sopping hole, “And you are going to make Nyra cum on your tongue before you even think about cumming. Do you understand, Dōna Riña?” (Sweet Girl)

Nodding your head frantically your hands gripped Rhaenyra’s plush thighs in an attempt to pull her closer to your mouth, “I understand, Ñuha Dārilaros.” Grunting his approval Daemon disappeared from your sight moments before he was thrusting his hard cock deep inside your tight hole, “Fuck..” Taking this as her cue Rhaenyra turned herself around before lowering herself softly onto your face her hands fondling with your tits willingly taking everything that you had to offer her.

Tossing herself forward in her throes of pleasure Rhaenyra’s hips worked hard as she ground herself energetically against your skilled tongue that worked fervently to bring forth her release, her own tongue tangled against that of her husband the pair sharing a passionate kiss full of love and lust while Daemons thick cock was fucking into you at a brutal pace leading you to a fast-approaching high.

“Don’t stop Sweet Girl, you’re doing so well!” Moaning noisily Rhaenyra’s damp forehead pressed upon her husband’s strong shoulder as pleasure slowly overtook her, “Fuck, right there!” Removing a hand from her thigh you coated two fingers in her wetness before pushing them into her quivering hole which is all it took for the dam to break her sinful cries echoing throughout the room while you fucked her gently through her high.

Rhaenyra’s limp body collapsed beside you her head resting comfortably on your still-heaving chest her hand snaking to join her husband’s cock as his thrust became harder his hand moving to apply pressure to the delicate column of your throat, “Such a fucking Good Girl making her Queen cum so hard.” Keening happily at his praise you clenched around him as Rhaenyra’s expert fingers worked circles against your throbbing clit, “Fuck! I shall fill your pretty cunt full of my dragonseed.” Groaning as you gripped him tighter his body lowered capturing your lips in a searing kiss being sure to do the same to his wife as her ministrations against you sped up, “Would Īlva Sȳz Riña like that?” (Our Good Girl)

“Please..” Whimpering your hand tugged harshly against his silver locks the merciless pounding of his cock driving you impossibly closer to the edge of your high, “I want it all. Kostilus, Ñuha Dārilaros.” Your breathy words seemed to have their desired effect as the muscled body above you tensed a series of vulgar grunts leaving his parted lips as he fucked you full of his cum which was enough to tip you over the edge your tight cunt clenching around him milking every drop until his exhausted body slumped atop you. (Please, My Prince)

Laughing quietly at the sight Rhaenyra removed her hand from between the two of you moving from the bed to clean herself before returning mere minutes later with a damp cloth in hand, “Let her breathe Daemon!” Chastising him she shoved the larger man from you till he lay breathless and panting beside you while she cleaned you carefully aware of how sensitive you were, “That’s much better Dōna Riña.” (Sweet Girl)

Settling herself into your side she scattered mellow kisses all across your blissful face, “If I see that cunt so much as look at you again, I shall take Dark Sister to his head.” Having regained his breath Daemon grumbled earnestly rolling onto his side to kiss your temple his arm laying across your waist positioning you flush against him his hand rubbing patterns into the skin of Rhaenyra’s hip.

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[themotherofblood]

Can I request a Daemyra X daughter reader. Readers really quiet and barely talks to anyone even her parents. So Daemon and Rhaenyra are suprised when she comes to them all hot and bothered babbling about sex and such. And she tells them she was reading in the library and found a book about masturbation or something and she tried to do it but it didn’t work.

Breastfeeding and of course mommy/daddy kink

heheh this one is so filthy, YALL did not hold back!! Just by description whoever is reading; you already know it’s taboo as fuck, I will post individual warnings under here. Istg if I get one single ask saying you are so disgusting. I going to wish you eternal diarrhea for life 🤍

Masterlist

Dark!Daemyra Targaryen x Daughter!Reader

major tw: incest! infantilism, lactation kink/breastfeeding. major mdlg/ddlg vibes. lots of clit play (LIKE A LOT) squirting, kinda dubcon-ish, age gap and purity culture and aftercare because I’m not a monster

If this isn't your cup of tea, I have others, do not come at me :)

Rhaenyra had sat the court in her own chambers with her husband, Daemon looked behind her chair as they converted with their vassal lords at Dragonstone of politics and economical benefits and more mundane businesses of fixing toeholds and inkeeps. Their children undoubtedly had all been out dragon riding, all expect one. They were sure she was hidden somewhere deep in the libraries of Dragonstone.

You were one of true beauty, fathered by Daemon on some tavern wench; when he found out about your existence he had brought you back to Dragonstone as a babe after you had been legitimized by Viserys. A quiet mouse in the claws of dragons, a mere girl of eight and ten. You never said much or spoke over a whisper, an angel child with silver whisps of the Targaryen family. Rhaenyra had always been taken with you; her own children ran such a muck in her household that having one that sat still for hours at an end was a blessing by the gods.

“The Queen Alicent hopes to find a match for Lady Y/N,” The maester said hesitantly as he placed the parchment by Rhaenyra.

“Oh fuck that, she isn’t going anywhere.” Daemon barked.

Rhaenyra considered the possibility, you were old enough to be wed and yet she feared that your quiet demeanour would be squandered under the weight of a loveless marriage; Daemon was right, you could remain here where both Daemon and she could protect you. Such a sweet thing out in the world, it was cruel. The council dispersed as Rhaenyra lounged with a warm cloth on her swollen breasts, milk making them sore as baby Viserys had already been fed.

Then in walked Septa Marlow, her veiled face that remained pinched as always and her unkindly eyes looking furious as you- their sweet daughter followed behind with your eyes fixated on the ground.

“Your grace, your grace,” She offered her courtesies to both Rhaenyra and Daemon. It wasn't unusual for her to complain about the princess’s children. However your guilt-ridden face was a rare occurrence.

“What has happened?” Rhaenyra asked, looking to her teary eyed daughter.

“I had found the princess in the library reading- reading filth!” Septa Marlow hissed “Enganging in sin!”

“What sin?” Daemon perked up, rounding the table to lean against it

“Must- must I elaborate my prince?” Septa Marlow grew uncomfortable, fumbling to find words.

“You come in here, accusing my daughter of something. Speak it plainly then.” Daemon said, unimpressed at the the Septa’s chaste words

“She- she was coupling with herself.” Marlow looked as though she was ready to grace the gods. Rhaenyra’s eyes shot to you, tears of shame fell past your eyes as they remained fixated on the stone floor. You refused to look at your parents.

“Thank you for your report, leave us,” Rhaenyra commanded. The septa took her leave, closing the door behind her with a thud.

There was thick silence that followed, leaving the room in a delicate situation.

“Y/N, look at me.” Rhaenyra said, shuffling further into her seat. “What do you have to say for yourself.”

“I- I was looking for newer books,” You began stammering, your voice, as usual, was barely over a whisper “I couldn’t help it, I felt warm and the book said- I am sorry mother, I am sorry.” Your bottom lip wobbled as guilty tears coated your face.

Daemon’s eyes softened, looking at his little girl sobbing for apologies as if you had stolen candy, such a good girl and the poor thing had not a clue of why you felt what you felt. Daemon pointed to the vacant chair next to Rhaenyra for you to sit. You sniffled, still refusing to look at Daemon as you sat on the chair.

“You are growing sweet girl, it is only natural you feel such urges,” Rhaenyra cooed as she tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. Daemon knelt down to match your height, wiping at the tears coating your reddened cheeks

“No one shall punish my zaldrititos,” He said in attempt to stop your silent cries, you kept shuffling in your seat; yanking at your skirts and yet the fear- more so the discomfort from your face just wouldn’t fade “What is it, sweet girl?”

“I-it hurts,” You whispered as your eyes closed in shame again.

“What hurts?” Daemon asked once more, looking over your body to find any visible mark, if that hag of a Septa laid a punishment on you without him knowing; Caraxes was sure to have a fine meal for supper tonight.

“My- my...” You shuffled more, pulling at the skirts around your crotch, it was only then it dawned on Daemon before he looked back to his wife. His heart filled with fire for the girl’s frustrations.

“You didn't peak, did you zaldritos?” He said with adoration in his voice as he caressed your cheek. She looked up at him, teary-eyed and confused “That warmth in your belly like a sneeze stuck in your nose?” He watched as your eyes pondered his explanation before you shook her head.

Rhaenyra tutted behind him, “Oh, you poor thing.” She got up, offering his daughter her hand. You followed Rhaenyra as you were led into their bed chambers. She helped you onto their martial bed, your feet dangling of the edge as you fiddles with your fingers.

“Won’t you show us where it hurts?” Rhaenyra urged.

Daemon nearly felt his cock twitch in his breeches as his wife coaxed his daughter to rest against a mount of pillows. Daemon cleared his throat as he walked to the bed. His daughter’s eyes were nervously darting between him and Rhaenyra; your breath quickening as Rhaenyra pushed your pretty white sandals off.

“Good girl, just let mother take care of you,” Rhaenyra said in a sing song voice, she pushed your legs to the side; making you lift your hips to the bunch your skirts by your hip. Tears of embarrassment began to pour from your eyes yet again.

“Oh- that old hag didn’t even let you put your small clothes on,” Daemon shook his head, breath hitching as he looked right at the glistening mess in between your legs; he moved to kneel right by you as he urged Rhaenyra’s to console their daughter. “That does look painful.” He tutted.

Your pink bloom shielded by a dainty mound of white wisps, groomed to perfection to be a proper lady. He let a finger trail around your outer folds making you shudder. “Show kepa how you touched yourself.” He said stroking your inner thighs.

You nodded in disagreement, trying to hide your face at the crook of Rhaenyra’s neck as you sat flush between his wife’s legs.

“How are we to help you if you won’t show us sweet girl,” Rhaenyra kissed your temple as she guided your hands to your folds. “Be a good girl, show us.” Your dainty fingers began to hesitantly rub at her glistening petals.

You nearly wanted to be swallowed whole as you averted your gaze away from your kepa, small mewls and whimpers pouring from your lips that set both Rhaenyra and Daemon’s blood on fire. The frustration in their daughter's eyes grew further as your hips began to grind against your hand, a fruitless effort at best as your nimble fingers grew tired. He watched as her bottom lip wobbled again as angry tears began to flood at your eyes.

Daemon stopped your hand, his much larger one engulfing yours, fine little princess had not a clue about eliciting pleasures from one’s body.

“There is something wrong with me,” You whimpered to which Rhaenyra immediately differed.

“There is nothing wrong with our little girl, you just require a demonstration,” She cooed, reaching forward to wipe your tears. “Watch your father, he shall make it all better.”

Daemon made you stick two fingers out, your pointer and middle and gently placed them above where you had been caressing. You were confused until he pushed down on your fingers making you gasp, that’s where it was- the aching throb that bother you for hours as you read that God-forsaken book. Daemon smirked at your reaction as Rhaenyra placed more kisses at the side of your face

“Now gently begin again, darling.” Rhaenyra whispered in your ear.

“Yes, mommy,” You replied, much like as she taught you to write when you were little or took you dragon riding.

You began to rub the right circle above the please-inducing flesh, following the slow motions your father guided above your hands. Your toes curled, finding comfort in the gentle stroke on your arm and legs by three hands. You bit your lip hard to muffle the moans threatening to rip through.

“Ah uh- let us hear them little girl,” Daemon reached forward to pull your lip from you teeth. “That feels much better, does it not.”

You eagerly nodded “So good daddy.” You squirmed in your mother’s hold.

Both Rhaenhra and Daemon took much leisure in hearing you moan and whimper for them, a girl that barely speaks a word to them was wantonly moaning and replying to every word they uttered to you. A subtle panic ran through your body as you get that warmth build in you belly again, for whatever awaited you on the other end never seemed to come to you. Both Daemon and Rhaenyra felt your body seize.

“You must soften your body, just as you relieve yourself in the morrow.” She said, rubbing at your arms. You free hand parting away to take ahold of something, Daemon reached forward, entangling your finger in between his.

“Let go, zaldritos- be a good girl,” He cooed, some string in your mind snapped over your father’s command and you felt the tingles trapped in your swollen nerves spread through your body as you shrieked. Daemon hand held onto your tight as your body shuddered through it pleasures.

You could feel yourself look back to consciousness where everything didn't sound so muffled; you could feel your kèpa petting your hair and your muña peppering kisses down your neck. You blinked your eyes open, still breathing heavily, a lazy smile spreading over your lips her your cheek burned in humiliation over how you came undone for them.

“Must have felt so good,” Rhaenyra hummed as she lifted your fingers to her mouth and suckled on them before letting Daemon savour your taste.

“Mhmm, such a glorious delicacy,” Your father cooed at you.

You felt him shuffle lower, his breath hitting your sensitive mound as your eyes shot open. “So sensitive,” He used his thumb to gently circle your peaking bud from its hiding. He pushed your folds further exposing the reddened bud to the known world. “Such a tiny thing giving you all that pleasure,” He tapped at the exposed bundle of nerves making your jerk against Rhaenyra’s hold.

Daemon looked up, giving you a hardened gaze of a warning. Your father wasn't a strict man, and yet you always wanted to please him. You followed the rules, you finished your meals whole and went to bed at a proper hour; you under no circumstances wanted to anger him.

He let out a cool blow of air from his lips right onto your nerve, making you dig your hands into the sheets to not flick away from him. “It still looks frustrated, does it not Rhaenyra?”

“Yes, yes it does.” She agreed with her husband, letting her soft fingers pad at your nerves, you pathetically whimpered at how sensitive you were but did nothing to fight her advance. She began rubbing circles at your clit once more as Daemon rested on his knees, watching your untouched weeping hold clench and relax over the ecstasy you were in.

“Is your muña making you feel good?” Daemon asked, his fingertips still caressing your legs.

“kessa...Kessa!” You shrieked as Rhaenyra began to rub at your nerves faster, your legs tightened trying to fight the oncoming surge of sensations. The overwhelming sensations again began to water your eyes as you clothed onto Rhaenyra’s arm for dear life.

“Ah...there it is- such a good little girl,” Rhaenyra praised as your cunt spasmed, your legs shaking as your peak consumed your being yet again.

Daemon’s fingers yet again found your cunt, spreading your lips apart to admire your quivering little num, his fingers flicked at the flesh as you still recovered from the aftershocks of your second peak, you fought against them this time; your pussy was unable to take any more of this torment. Daemon pointed at you.

“Kepa deserves a turn, does he not?” He cooed, you still squirmed under his hold trying to wriggle yourself free “Whether you want it or not little girl.”

“One more riñītsos,” Rhaenyra kissed your cheek.

“Daddy- I will die,” You exaggerated, frightened tears spilling from your eyes as the tingles running through your nerves became far too over powering

“You won't die silly girl, kepa and muña will never let you die.” Daemon chuckled, Rhaenyra pushed forward to his down your abdomen as Daemon clutched a tight hold under your knees as he prepared to feast on his babyslut’s cunt. That quivering red little rosebud just begging to be in his mouth. He spat on your cunt before latching himself directly onto your bundle of nerves.

This time you screamed, the loudest anyone might have ever heard you in your lifetime. Rhaenyra consoled you, pampering your skin with her lips as she whispered words of encouragement in your ear. Just as a mother specified its child, Rhaenyra pushed the fingers she used in your cunt in your mouth; muffling your desperate cries as you suckled on them; tasting the sweetish sour slick on her fingers.

Daemon pushed your hood out even further flicking his tongue right under the hood, making you cry louder “Aw riñītsos, is that the very tingly part, is kepa licking your sensitive bit?” Rhaenyra shuffled the top of your gown down, letting your perky breasts spill free. She rolled your hardened pebbles in between her spare fingers. It was far too much, you were going due, you were sure of it. You tummy hurt from his hard you were clenching.

Daemon wanted nothing more than to feel his fingers in your untouched velvety core, yet he wanted your maidenhead unspoiled; something he planned on claiming him on a later occasion. Perhaps your forthcoming name day, he would pamper you old day just so he could watch your little body sob underneath him.

Daemon tapped at you clit “So tingly all over,” He piped, mocking your tears before rolling the nub in his fingers “We are making you feel so good, what do obedient ladies say sweet girl? What's the word?” He gently pinched at the red nerve. You were trying to muster the word at the tip of tongue yet couldn't over the incessant mocking.

“Aw, my love- her little nub is so red, our princess is so sensitive isn't she.” She pinched your nipples harder.

“What the word zaldritos?” Daemon laid a spank on your mound making you scream out the word over your mother’s fingers

“Thank you, thank you- krimvose,” You sobbed,

“Good girl,” Both Daemon and Rhaemhra praised in unison as kepa began rubbing at you clit harder before latching himself on one last time.

“So many tingles- I know, a few more,” Rhaenyra held on tighter to your thrashing “Oh dear- there- oh look at the mess riñītsos!”

Your peak gushed all over the bed, coating Daemon’s mouth as your eyes rolled back. Your chest rapidly rises and falls. You were dying, you were sure of it. Daemon and Rhaenyra at both smiled at each other triumphantly as their parental instincts took over.

Daemon lifted his tunic off his body, using it to wipe at your drenched thighs and mound and helping Rhaenyra off the bed and onto her cushioned arm chair before gently placing you onto her lap. He wrapped the two of your with a blanket before yanking the wet sheet of their bed and crumpling it to the floor.

Servants began to pour in to find a perfect picture of a family where a daughter took comfort in her mother’s arms before bed and the father readied himself for bed. He had them rekindle the fire for you, even with dragon’s blood running in your veins you were some how always cold. Only once the servants took their leave, Daemon kneeled at your level as both him and Rhaenyra fussed with your gown.

“You were so good for us riñītsos,” He cooed as he helped you stand, he yanked once more on your gown; letting it pool by your feet.

You rested your weight against him as Rhaenyra ran a warm watered cloth against your body, she reached in between you legs to clean and you whimpered

“I know, sweet girl. Almost done.” She coaxed.

“From now on, whenever you feel the tingles. You come straight to us zaldritsos.” Daemon said as he caressed your head against his shoulder, you lazily nodded “Words, my girl.”

“Come to you for tingles.” You mumbled.

Once all was said and done, Rhaenyra found a solution for her swollen breasts as you regressed further, she freed a breast from her sleep shift, opening her arms out in bed for you to lay in. You lazily latched at her nipple as spurts of sweet milk filled your mouth, you hummed; hungrily drinking from her as Daemon undid the bed curtains before joining his girls in bed. He picked out a book; one of your favourites for him to read out for you.

That night you dozed in between you parents arms, tummy full of milk as your mother cuddled your bare body from one end and your father from another.

It was an unsaid rule, parents never pick a favourite child and yet it would be written in history that their riñītsos was definitely the golden girl.

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[darlingofvalyria]

❝Daemon doesn't know what to do with you.❞

[ Never piss off your wife. She might acquire a living, breathing punishment for you. Aka, Daemon made a mistake and you're his punishment ft. Rhaenyra stay winning. ]

[ +18 MDNI ] [ 1,985 ] | Daemyra x Sugar Baby!Reader

contains— sugar mommy x sugar baby, open relationship/understandings, toxic relationship??? allusions of cheating, established realtionship - nsfw: oral, p & v sex, v & v sex, pet names mainly: darling, sweet girl, good girl, praise, male masturbation shshhs - you piss the shit outta daemon (as you should), slight angst? - sort of daemon-focused since it's in his pov, but rhae's the only one allowed to touch you lol - no targcest bc its the modern world and that would be weird.

a/n— i dont want to talk about it, okay. comment/reblog/like at will ❤️️

Daemon doesn't know what to do with you.

With your soft noises encouraged to heighten in pleasure whenever Rhaenyra had you over- and after initial test drive of the first few times, stretched in months to weeks to days - she had you over all the time, at random times of the day. Any time the boys or his girls weren't by (being taken care of in the park, Harwin or Laena's visitation rights, Rhaenys wanting to take them off for Corlys weekend fishing trips)- your mewls turned unbridled shouts of pleasure now filled the high-rise.

You permeate the space like a cigarette stain; you didn't even need to be godsdamned present anymore. It starts with your perfume- it's lighter than Rhaenyra's but heavier in sweetness. Vanille. A touch of it that he's foul to recognise. Lipstick stains on his wife's neck, her blouse, where he can imagine your lips drag and bite and suckle because the kids are too young to understand and it's not like he's not one to leave his own marks, but there's a thunderous boil that drums in his veins when he realises you're leaving your own on his wife.

You fill the nooks and crannies like a plague, and you don't even care about him.

Worse, you taunt him.

And it's not like he could say anything to Nyra.

After all, the two of them had an understanding after he got caught with a minor dalliance of his own. It was a one time thing, and he only got blown, but it was enough for a talking to. A mutual agreement that was really just him pacifying his wife.

He really should have focused on the crooks of how upset she had been, on the gleam in her eyes when he thought she had simmered down. That her fire, though not as brightly lit, was still very much burning.

"You can have any sweet thing that you want, husband, as long as you keep them away from the kids. As long as you keep it quiet and away from me. I do not want the details." Nyra's mouth had curled. He remembered. She took up the space behind him, wine-kissed as she was, her fingers dancing on his shoulders and kneading at the tough centre of the nape of his neck. His eyelids fluttered and he barely heard her next words.

"In return, you will not make a fuss when I take mine, hm?"

Daemon had laughed. He remembered that. A soft, more air than sound laugh.

He took her hand to his lips and smirked up at her. Shark-like. Baiting. Daring. "As you wish, wife. In return, you can tell me all about it."

There was a strong part of Daemon that didn't think she'd actually do it.

Rhaenyra had smiled that smile that reminded him of godswoods and Valyrian necklaces, passed down from generation after generation. A silent vow louder drew from blood.

There was a strong part of Daemon who thought his wife was jesting, making a bluff, a toss of a coin.

Until you arrived with a sweet smile and a tinkling little laugh.

Until he had found his wife with her face buried between your legs, your hands— freshly done nails and glimmering rings, new, he later found out from the bank transcripts — and your back arched, your mouth gaping in a silent scream as you come undone.

It took a minute for you to see him, so stuck in that pleasure that broke and free-fell through you several times because 'Nyra didn't want to let up, calling you her sweet girl, her darling girl, that's it, you can take more, can you? aren't you my good girl?

When your thick lashed-eyes finally met his darkened lilac gaze, lipstick still perfect red, still perfectly plump and moist, your mouth curls into a charming little smile and said, "Oh, hello there."

Rhaenyra looked up, and at the smirk on her face, your spend all around her ruined lipstick and chin— Daemon knew she wanted him to see. Wanted him to know. It's a bullet shot down his spine, straight to his cock. It's a cold thrill and grasped fingers around his throat with rings nestled to make indents.

It's a violent blend of jealousy and lust, and the cocktail emotion rages in him, swirls and punctures.

There is a bite between Rhaenyra and Daemon, a fiery edge that often saunters the edges, crosses a new line. But each time, after each rough push, they come back to one another; a tether of becoming, of pulling taunt. Once again united. They are assured in each other's positions; you can play with anyone but you always come back to me.

Rhaenyra has won this one. She had snapped, pulled, and arose victorious.

But they always come together. And often, enjoyed sharing.

What Daemon forgets sometimes is that he is a younger brother, and really, Rhaenyra was the eldest and the sole eye of her father. When righteous selfishness burns with a petty need to make her husband suffer, it heels hard.

"She is mine, husband," she whispers at the edge of his lips, riding him through a slick, sex-haze after you had left. Her thighs slap against his own, his hands harsh on the indents of her waist as she rode him with no abandon, uncaring for his pleasure this time, selfishness the game this time, but the renewed roughness brought him to the early days of their marriage. That unbridled want, a clash of teeth and skin and raw, burning lust.

There is a growl and a hiss, a moan and a gasp; blood has beaded through bitten flesh and bruises are blooming. This is fucking from the high of a third party dancing on their marriage.

And Rhaenyra's refusal of you to him made him throb.

She had seen him high-strung, plotted him to be harder than a box of rocks, already harshly yanking his tie in anticipation of having his wife and you with your fox gazes and sire song, but Rhaenyra had turned away from him, ignored him, and slapped your thigh before kissing your cheek.

"Come back next time, darling, my husband is home." It was said in a tease, a lighthearted joke between two people he was not a part of, but he knew his wife; recognised the bite. The smugness.

And by god, you were in on it as you thrilled a laugh and slid your gaze to his, undressing and fucking him with your eyes as you bit your lip. Your words are to Rhae, a hand on her cheek and a thumb rubbing at the corner of her lip, but your gaze is devouring him. He wasn't a green boy, but you seemed amused and feral for the hard-line of his manhood. As if you can picture what he would feel like buried deep inside your guts, and enjoyed it.

"Am I just going to be yours then, hm?" you asked amusedly, finally turning to her.

Nyra turned her gaze then, to him, and smirked. "You, I will not share. A fitting punishment, don't you think? Some jewels are meant for one alone."

And you had laughed, the gall of you, taking your bag (new one too,a matching one with his wife) and walking right past him. Your scent- his wife's fucking scent, the smell of her cunt on you and his dick throbbed - devoured him as you left him with a wink and a quiet, "too bad."

You had not even gone inside the elevator of their penthouse before a growl tore through his chest and he had met Rhaenyra's thundering footsteps with his own, their tongues and teeth clashing for dominance, ripping apart clothes, wanting to bury each other in the other's skin.

Now, she reaches her peak with a yell and a full body shudder, her cunt clenching and squeezing, demanding his release, and he jolts with her with a swear of his own, his cum flooding her in thick, sharp bursts.

Even then, as Rhae smiled sweetly, post-peak glow simpering her fire, sweetening her kisses against the side of his face, his neck, running a tongue over the worst of the bruises and bites— Daemon thought, surely, now that his wife had reached post-coital bliss and forgiven him, punishment had been had? That he was free to have you, to play with you?

But no. You were off limits. Hers and hers alone. A punishment that keeps on giving as the echoes of you exist in his life in patterns he was starting to fucking loath.

The scent in the bath- the echo of the warmth of someone having used it recently, someone who wasn't his wife, in the pillows of his living room, the barest smudge of makeup as if your face had been pushed against them. In the snacks and drinks that he, nor his wife, nor their children, particularly like, fill up the corners of his kitchen. The lipstick stains on his wife, the running mill in the bank statements (the new necklaces, new dresses, new fucking lingerie he hasn't seen), and when he had finally had enough, shoving through his own house to talk to his wife that the least she could do while she was fucking you was be allowed to be there, he hears it then—

Your shouts of pleasure falling into sighs into giggles, and when he slows to his marital bedroom, you are there— breathing heavily, alive, real— naked and slicked, a goddess divine, with Rhaenyra inside you in more ways than one, baring her teeth in a victorious grin before falling into a laugh at his face.

"Am I allowed to have him now, is that it?" you ask, seemingly innocent. One of the new necklaces in his statements on your neck and nothing else. Chest moving in shuddering breath having just orgasmed and yelling it.

"Your choice, sweet girl," Rhae purrs, leaning back over your form to run a finger from the valley of your breasts to your stomach to your clit that turns your shudders to an outright jolt, then a sigh, when she starts fingering you in front of him. The squelch is obscene, and Daemon is hard, and he is not a fucking boy but he is starting to hate you as much as he wants to fuck the lazy smirk on your face, pleasure so obviously building once again. Soft sighs, mewls, escaping full, raw lips.

"I kind of... want him to watch a little. Just- ah! Nyra there, please - sit still and pretty." You smirk, giving him a pouty air kiss. The urge to strangle you sings in his blood. Hold you down and fuck you until you're better pliant, sweeter, fucking cooing for him. Fuck the spoil Rhaenyra has ingrained in you away.

You turn to the silver-haired woman on top of you, now on her haunches, pressing a gentle kiss to your clit. She held his gaze as she pressed her tongue flat against before taking a glorious, heavy-gazed lick.

Daemon swallows.

"Is that- ahhh, okay? Nyra, hmm? Please?" You sigh ever so sweetly, kindly. Though you're ridiculously spoiled, you were a good girl, following so obediently. If his cock didn't feel like it was burning to be inside your mouth, he would have revelled in it.

You squirm, turning back to him to hold his gaze while his wife started to fuck you through her tongue and fingers.

Someone up there was taking a piss on him. He pulls out his cock, a grunt and a curse, because fuck it, fuck you in particular— as the two of you continued on while keeping eye contact with him.

He took one step closer and Rhaenyra hissed.

"Whatever you want, baby." Nyra smirks against your pussy as he tugged at himself, teeth bared. "You're his punishment after all."

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[jamespotterismydaddy]

Nymphets

daemon x rhaenyra x alicent

A/N: This was a request so i hope you enjoy! I don't usually do character x character but new things haha

WARNINGS: smut, threesome, overstim, incest

WORD COUNT: 954 words

To him, it was an exquisite sight to behold, the sight of Alicent and Rhaenyra trying desperately to get each other off. Both girls are clearly untouched with the way they desperately rub their cunnys against one another. They look so frustrated, the poor sweet girls… and Daemon just wants to help.

“I wonder what your fathers would think if they saw this sight.” Daemon walks around the corner into Rhaenyra’s bedchamber. The girls scramble off each other and try to cover themselves with blankets.

“Daemon!”

“M-My prince!”

They both squeal out at the same time. The two girls are so flustered and humiliated and wet but he’ll make them feel better.

“Please don’t tell my father.” Alicent begs and he chuckles.

“But you’ve both been such naughty little girls.” He tsks.

“Kepus, don’t be cruel.” Rhaenyra pleads.

“Then don’t be such a little brat when I was just about to offer you both my help.”

“Your help, my prince?” Alicent asks, looking up at him with her big soft doe eyes. She looks ever so innocent and demure.

“I watched for a few moments before I came in. You seemed to be struggling, pet.”

“We weren’t struggling!” Rhaenyra protests, clearly jealous along with her embarrassment. Daemon walks over to the side of the bed she’s on and slaps the side of her thigh. She squeaks.

“Don’t be such a brat.” He grabs her chin in his hand. “Do you want my help or not?”

She stubbornly doesn’t answer so Alicent cuts in. “We do… my prince.”

“Call me Daemon while we are alone here, pet.” She nods timidly after he speaks. “Now lie back. I’m going to show Rhaenyra how to take care of you.”

Alicent’s cheeks get very red as she lies back, wanting to cover herself when Daemon spreads her legs. “No need to be so modest.” He looks to Rhaenyra. “Watch closely, niece.”

Both girls are surprised when he goes down to kiss her cunt. They didn’t even know that was something that could be done. Alicent mewls when he starts to work his tongue against her. She grips the bedsheets with one hand and Rhaenyra’s hand with the other. Rhaenyra watches closely to her friend’s reactions to every single one of her uncle’s movements.

“I want to try.”

Daemon smiles. “Get to work then.” He says as he parts his mouth from the Hightower girl, watching eagerly as his niece takes his place.

With her upper half pressed to the bed and her hips so high in the air, Daemon takes the opportunity to play with his little niece’s wet cunt as she eats out her friend. Alicent’s hips buck a little against Rhaenyra’s mouth as she gets closer and closer to finishing, her hands now in the Targaryen’s hair.

“I feel something strange…” Alicent murmurs.

“I know you do. Let go.” Daemon coos, running his fingers through her hair as he continues to finger fuck his niece. 

Rhaenyra whimpers against Alicent’s cunny as Daemon rubs at her clit and it sends Alicent over the edge. She lets out gentle moans of her friend’s name as she writhes against the bed.

“Good girls.” Daemon praises as Alicent shifts up the bed so Rhaenyra’s face is no longer pressed into her cunt. Daemon keeps his niece down with a firm hand on her back so he can continue to bring her to her peak as well.

“Mmm, kepus.” She whimpers out as he moves his fingers roughly. He takes his hand off of her back and grabs her hair, pulling her head up so she has to look at her friend.

“Look at Alicent when you cum.” He commands, liking the forced intimacy of it all.

The actions, the words, it all sends her over the edge. She keeps eye-contact as she creams around his fingers.

“Lie back now, next to her.” Daemon says.

He spreads his niece’s legs, tugging at his own cock to prepare himself.

“I-I need a moment first.” Rhaenyra says.

Daemon chuckles. “You’ll be able to handle it.” 

He pushes into her slowly and begins to rub at her pearl right away. She squirms and tries to push away but Alicent soothes her, petting her hair and kissing her face.

“That’s it.” Daemon murmurs as he begins to thrust into her. “Fucking take it.”

Rhaenyra whines as he rubs her clit harder, fucking her harder in tandem. With Alicent playing with her tits as they kiss sloppily, it’s enough to put her over the edge. She squeezes around her uncle’s cock, cumming all over it but he doesn’t stop.

“Too… too much.” She whines as he pounds into her.

“You can handle it.”

“I can’t.” She pleads.

He sighs. “Sweet spoiled brat.” He pulls out. “Come here, pet.” He gestures to Alicent and she crawls over slowly. “You have another lesson to learn about pleasing men.”

“What is it?” She asks.

“Take me in your mouth and you’ll see.”

She looks ever so nervous but she takes his cock in her mouth, suckling it slightly.

“That’s it, baby. Mover your head a little.” Daemon says as the girl sucks him off. “You can practice too.” He says to Rhaenyra before bringing up his hand and pushing his fingers between her lips.

He tries his hardest not to but he can’t help how he starts to fuck Alicent’s mouth. The way she gags and gargles just makes it all that much better. When he feels himself getting close to cumming, he pulls out and spills over both of the girl’s faces.

“What a lovely sight.” He says to the kneeling nymphets. “Come up now. I think it’s time we get the two of you into the bath.”

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[asoiafsworld]

HEADCANON; HAVING RHAENYRA'S AND DAEMON'S CHILDREN

pairings; rhaenyra targaryen x fem!reader x daemon targaryen

warnings; mentions of death in childbirth, pregnancy, labor, nsfw (18+), pregnancy kink, mentions of breeding kink, degradation, praise, power play, tooth rotting fluff

author's note; i know what happens in fire & blood and in house of the dragon and i choose to strongly ignore it! i will make daemon a good father and i will make rhaenyra a happy mother so take that hbo 😒 im accepting requests btw so pls send them to me, wether if its your own ideas or a req for a hc in this series!!

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➼ both yours and rhaenyra's pregnancy was going well and you both felt happy and healthy

➼ you were certainly both glowing and anyone could see how happy you both were

➼ rhaenyra and daemon were incredibly protective of you

➼ like not letting you out of their sight and making sure you weren't doing anything too dangerous

➼ also obviously you got pregnant by daemon's never ending hunger for breeding you

➼ but it's rhaenyra's child just as much as it's daemon's and she certainly shows it

➼ "i will let no man or woman near our children until they turn of age, maybe not even after that... they are just babies!"

➼ she's still convinced that you have twins and won't let anyone say otherwise about it

➼ and it makes your heart clench to hear that she claims your children as her own and you do the same

➼ you lay on your bed with her, your head on her bump, listening for kicks from the little one

➼ "oh, i heard something! i think it's talking to me! i can't wait to hold you in my arms, my little dragon."

➼ rhaenyra and daemon are so endeared by the nickname you have given to her child

➼ overall you take care a lot of her during the pregnancy since she is two months further than you are

➼ make sure she eats and drinks enough, are there for her when she feels sick, read to her when she wants to fall asleep but can't

➼ give her so many kisses on her swollen belly and she swears that it makes her feel better, especially when it's direct skin on skin contact

➼ she gets horny easily during pregnancy so she might just get wet from those kisses

➼ and you're her needy slut at her service so when she demands you to eat your queen out you do it without question

➼ which leads to daemon walking in on both of you and watching you with hunger as you are at your queen's mercy

➼ technically rhaenyra is at her weakest during her pregnancy and can't physically command you to do anything for her

➼ but it just shows how much power she holds over you and she loves it

➼ you are also just very submissive for her and would drop on your knees whenever and wherever she asks for it

➼ but as i said daemon walks in and he can't resist it and toys with you just as he always does

➼ shoves your face closer to rhaenyra's pussy and keeps a hand on the back of your head

➼ "you're a hungry little pup, hm? want to please your queen so badly, you can never resist her... you filthy little bitch."

➼ you moan into your wife's cunt and it doesn't take long for her to release all over your face and you gladly drink it up

➼ and then daemon splits you open on his cock because of course he does

➼ but you don't realize how much it turns him on to fuck you when you're pregnant until he does

➼ he keeps holding a hand to your stomach as he fucks into you and kisses your neck as you whine and whimper at the way he keeps hitting your deepest spots

➼ "so beautiful and round, you see how fast i got you pregnant, my love? everyone who sees you pregnant knows that i breed you like the stupid whore you are, that you are and will forever be mine to fuck and claim. my pretty little toy thing, just for me to use. i will breed you so many times and get you pregnant so much until the entirety of dragonstone is filled with our children, until i decide that i'm satisfied... and i will never, ever be satisfied with you. i will fuck you until my last breath."

➼ your eyes roll back into your skull, crying from how good you feel and you're delirious at his words, wishing he could get you pregnant again as soon as possible after you give birth

➼ your head is on rhaenyra's breasts as you get fucked and she smiles at you as if there was a sweet moment between you and daemon happening

➼ she was going through your hair with her hand and kissed you a few times, it was so gentle that it felt like a whiplash with daemon's unrelenting hard thrusts

➼ eventually he came inside you and was very proud of himself for it

➼ "i fucked you so hard, i'm sure you're pregnant again."

➼ "daemon... that is not how it works, you silly dragon!"

➼ when rhaenyra goes into labor you are right beside her, holding her hand and telling her that it will be alright and that she had done this five times before, she could do it again

➼ seeing her in this state terrified you a little because it's what you would go through in just a few weeks but you knew that you would be fine because rhaenyra would be by your side too, holding your hand tightly

➼ rhaenyra tried to send you away because seeing her might upset you in your state but you didn't listen to her, only kept telling her to hold on and to push

➼ eventually she gave birth to a healthy and strong baby, finally a girl

➼ she asked you if you liked the name visenya and you agreed on it although you were confused why she asked you

➼ "it's yours just as much as mine. i already asked daemon and he wanted visenya too but i want you to have a say in these things because they are your children as well, just like yours are already mine."

➼ it touched you to hear this and you give her the most loving kiss ever

➼ rhaenyra holds visenya in her arms and she's such an adorable little thing, looking around so curiously

➼ rhaenyra falls asleep quickly after the birth from exhaustion and in that time, you take little visenya into your arms

➼ "so you're my little dragon, hm, visenya? you look just like your mother, the same eyes and same nose... but i fear you got your rather large forehead from your father."

➼ daemon walks in at that moment, having been out flying with caraxes and immediately made his way back when he was told that rhaenyra was in labor

➼ "i heard that!"

➼ you only giggle at his fake hurt exclamation and his heart blooms when he hears you so happy so he can't say anything about it

➼ you place visenya in his arms and his face lights up the moment she looks at him

➼ "she's a cute little girl. look at her tiny nose! looks just like her mother."

➼ the kids start to come in to see the child and all coo over their baby sister

➼ jace takes her into his arms and keeps telling her how he's going to be the best big brother and teach her how to wield a sword and to take care of her dragon

➼ syrax was constantly churning out dragon eggs so you and jace chose one for little visenya from the many that were available

➼ you went with a white scaled dragon egg and it was placed in her crib with her from her first night, just like with her mother

➼ the following few weeks between visenya's birth and your labor were calm and peaceful and all three of you took a lot of care of visenya

➼ even though rhaenyra kept telling you to rest since you didn't have much left until your little one was coming

➼ but again, visenya was your child too and the urge to see her and take care of her was just as strong as rhaenyra's

➼ but before long, your labor was starting and you were incredibly scared

➼ one of your sister's, the one that reminded you of baela a lot, had died in childbirth which is why it was fearful for you to go through this

➼ and obviously it wasn't just you scared of it

➼ both rhaenyra and daemon's mothers had died in childbirth as well so everytime, it was a challenge and fear to go through this

➼ but they were constantly by your side through the entire labor, holding each of your hands and reassuring you that you would be fine

➼ they were partially saying that to keep themselves calm too because they wouldn't know what to do if they lost you too

➼ rhaenyra was constantly kissing your forehead and telling you that you were doing well for her and that she couldn't wait to see your little dragons

➼ you gave birth to your son and he came out squealing and crying loudly

➼ but the midwife told you to keep pushing because the maestar had been right, you did have twins!

➼ your daughter was born shortly after and your babies were both as healthy and happy as they come and you were okay as well, just tired from labor

➼ after they were cleaned up they were each put in your husband and wife's arms since you were too weak to hold them

➼ they came as close as possible to you with them and you smiled, unbelieving that you had born two living and breathing creatures

➼ daemon had your little girl in his arms and rhaenyra your son, both doting and cooing at them

➼ "i knew i was right. i could feel that there were two of our little dragons inside you."

➼ you roll your eyes at rhaenyra's insistence and watched her give a little kiss to your son's forhead

➼ you chose rhaegar for your son and alysanne for your daughter, two traditional targaryen names and your husband and wife both loved them

➼ they had told you that you didn't need to necessarily give them valyrian names and could choose from your own house as well

➼ "no, my family doesn't mean much to me. my children will be targaryen by name and blood, they will ride dragons and should bear their ancestors names."

➼ rhaenyra and daemon were so happy to hear that and were glad that you knew how important their valyrian ancestry will be

➼ the kids come flooding in and take their time to hold the children as well

➼ you had given baela and rhaena the task of choosing eggs for their siblings and they were happy to show them to you

➼ your son, rhaegar got a light blue scaled egg and your daughter, alysanne received a purple scaled egg, both put in the cribs with the children

➼ rhaenyra, daemon and you were mostly happy that your pregnancies were over since the danger was always big but you were so lucky with the three little new ones

➼ their cribs were in one room together because you all agreed to have them grow up as siblings

➼ rhaenyra however didn't let the wet nurse touch visenya, rhaegar or alysanne just like she didn't let anyone else still her sons before

➼ she stilled not only visenya but rhaegar and alysanne too because they were her little babies too after all

➼ you were familiar with this feeling but rhaenyra was not familiar with having children that were not her blood so breastfeeding them was her way of bonding herself with them

➼ you thought it was so cute that she wanted to do this for you and you of course did the same for visenya and she was just as happy about it

➼ so both of you sat in the nursery taking turns to feed your children and after that made sure to cuddle them closely and give them all the love in the world

➼ daemon came to the nursery a lot with you, sometimes he just took one of the babies and held them close to remind himself that he had helped create these beautiful little humans

➼ he tells the children tales of his adventures and tells them that they will never experience doing such dangerous things because their father was daemon targaryen, an insanely overprotective husband and father

➼ he seems to especially love alysanne a lot who keeps gurgling at him and trying to reach up to his face

➼ the smile he has on his face is so sweet when he holds her, it's visible that he's endlessly proud of her and loves her

➼ the other children come sneaking into the nursery too, thinking that no one would see them but all three of you know about it

➼ jace and luke are very much in love with rhaegar who was a strong and big baby

➼ they always tell him that he will be a great dragon rider one day and that they will be great big brothers

➼ joffrey seems to love alysanne a lot, always wanting to look at her closely since he can't hold her yet

➼ "my little sister, you will be the best swordswoman in the seven kingdoms! i'll teach you everything you need to know!"

➼ plays peek a boo with little alysanne and she absolutely loves it, always giggling when joffrey plays with her

➼ baela and rhaena look after visenya a lot and you know that it means a lot to them to have younger sisters now

➼ you know that baela is especially taken with her since she knows that she'll be a mother soon as well and you know that she will be a good one with the way she treats and holds visenya

➼ overall you love your huge patchwork family and would give anything for them and hope that you will be happy forever with them

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[justinalovee]

𝑨𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒆𝒔

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen × Reader × Daemon Targaryen

Word Count: 995

Warnings: Incest, oral sex, threesome, masturbating, anal sex, mild humiliation/praise

Summary: Rhaenyra is made to apologise to her wife in an unconventional way

A/N: All characters are 18+ and consenting! minors DNI

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said…”

The look you give Rhaenyra causes her to pause; sheepishly, she presses her lips together. You had overheard her laughing when some lord made a crude remark about your cousin Alicent. Although you and Alicent never saw eye to eye, you had strictly forbidden any mention of her, your uncle Otto Hightower, or Aemond. Since all three of them had been punished for their crimes of treason and for almost killing Lucerys, you didn’t see the need to mention their names again.

Rhaenyra stands with her hands behind her back, waiting to be told what to do. A warm breath lingers against the back of your neck as Daemon struggles to contain his composure from behind you. Your husband's hard member was buried deep into your ass as you sat on his lap, which should have been a lot more painful, but you felt mainly pleasure due to the many orgasms he had given you before using you as a cock warmer.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck, nipping at your flesh with his teeth. You feel his smile grow against your skin. “What punishment do you have planned for her? Something wicked, I presume.”

You can’t help but smirk; you always loved toying and teasing Daemon in the bedroom. If he wound you up enough, you would spend hours pleasuring him but stop each time he was about to. Sometimes this would last all night before you let him cum deep inside you. But Rhaenyra was different; she was a lot more sensitive than Daemon and wouldn’t enjoy the same type of punishment. Intimacy was the one time Rhaenyra could forget that she was the queen and enjoy being told what to do.

“We could spank her ass until it’s red, but she would enjoy that.” You lock eyes with Rhaenyra. “Wouldn’t you, my queen?”

She nods.

“I could tie her up and gag her. That way nobody could hear her screams as you used her for your own satisfaction.” Daemon whispers while groping at your bare breast, his fingers pinching your nipples. “Your own personal whore to fuck whenever you like.”

While letting out a moan of pleasure, you watch as the silver-haired beauty before you tries to discreetly squeeze her legs together. It gave you an idea.

“What do you want, Rhaenyra?”

A faint smile pulls on her lips. “To be yours, Esmé, and for you to use me how you like.”

You raised your brows, amused by her answer; usually she was a lot more bratty. “Take off your clothes and lay on the bed.”

You place your hand on top of Daemons, removing it from your breast and lowering it to your core. Getting the hint, he slowly begins to rub at your clit, saying, “Naughty girl, you’re wanting to put on a show.”

“No, I want to see one,” you say quietly. You watch as Rhaenyra removes the last of her clothes and lays back on the bed, her legs spread wide open. The chair you and Daemon were both on wasn’t far from the bed, which meant you were close enough to see the sticky wetness that had been dribbling down her legs. “Touch yourself, but do not cum.”

Rhaenyra immediately slid her finger between her silky folds, spreading the wetness up to her clit before inserting her finger.

Slowly, you begin to rock your hips, causing Daemons to let out a deep moan. Your eyes squeeze shut as you feel a knot start to build in your lower abdomen. The position you were in had you feeling so full and empty at the same time; Daemon must have been thinking the same thing. You let out a whine as he slid a finger inside you. “My dear wife, you won’t be able to watch with your eyes closed.” He kisses your cheek and says, “Look how close she is to cumming already.”

Your eyes snap open, and you watch as three fingers disappear into Rhaenyra’s tight hole, causing more wetness to drip from your own. Daemon's skilled finger finds the right spot inside you as your hips start to buck faster. “Fuck!”

The room is filled with nothing but the sounds of skin slapping together and high-pitched moans. Rhaenyra’s legs begin to tremble, but she removes her fingers before she can reach her orgasm. “Good girl,” you say, motioning for her to come over to you and outstretching a hand for her to take. When she reaches you, you take one of her fingers into your mouth and taste her sweetness. “You taste delicious; now let Daemon lick the them clean.”

When Rhaenyra steps closer to let Daemon suck on her fingers, you latch your mouth onto her breast. You suck on it until you hear Daemon say, “Perhaps you would like to taste something as well? Get on your knees for our wife.”

Your hands tangle into Rhaenyra’s hair as she kneels in front of you and starts lapping at your pussy. She dove her tongue between your folds, lapping at your juices, as Daemon began to bounce you on top of him, his fingers digging into your thick thighs.

“Daemon,” you gasp, feeling him twitch inside you. Your legs begin to tremble as the coil tightening in your lower stomach snaps at the same time he comes inside you. Daemon rests his head against the back of your neck as he catches his breath. He wraps his arm around your waist, holding you close so he doesn’t slide out.

When your legs finally stop shaking, Rhaenyra looks up at you; her face is glimmering with your slickness. Her lilac eyes blown wide with lust, she licks at her lips before pressing kisses on your thigh.

“Have I gained your forgiveness?” She asks.

You gently cup the side of her face and say, “Yes, sweet girl, you are forgiven. Now you can make yourself cum.”

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[marthawrites]

The Gift That Keeps Giving

Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem reader

Word count: 3.8k+

Can be read as a one shot but reads best as part 2 to A Gift for the Queen (pls be kind it was the second thing I wrote ♥)

About: You've happily stayed with Daemon and Rhaenyra since her birthday. They have a little game up their sleeve to play with you.

Includes: Explicit sexual content!! *takes a really deep breath* involving typical canon incest, M/F/F content, p in v, female masturbation, pussy slapping, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), forced orgasm, orgasm denial, overstimulation, some degradation, manhandling, crying, adult language, and aftercare. With a sweet ending. WHEW. That's a mouthful. Idk friends there's a lot going on here and if I missed anything I apologize!

Note: Hello lovely reader! I'm not in charge of your imagination, but I write with the implications that Westerosi men go in raw and are uncut. Do with that info however you like. As always, reader is nondescript! Huge shout out to my girl Eliza who is just fucking awesome and I love her. This has been stewing in my brain forever and I finally was able to get it out. It's filthy. Please, enjoy! ♥

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While it wasn't home, Dragonstone remained lovely. What made it even more lovely was the attention Rhaenyra bestowed upon you during the early mornings and late into the evenings. The Black Queen, despite (or perhaps in spite of) the neverending amount of responsibilities she had, had an insatiable taste for pleasure.

Her body showed all the signs of motherhood: faded stretch marks, widened hips, heavy breasts, and a soft cushion of fat around her middle. If she was beautiful before, deemed "The Realm's Delight" by her uncle-husband, then she was even more so now. Motherhood fit Rhaenyra. And in turn she was a good mom, too. 

You couldn't imagine how she balanced everything on her plate. Being a caring mother, a Queen against an upsurer king, a wife… How?

Daemon and Rhaenyra, like many in their ancestry, could only be sated by the fire of a fellow Targaryen. Twin flames from somewhere deep and ancient in the earth. Together they burned. You were certain it was the passion they shared in their intimate moments that kept them in check; a contained bonfire instead of rampant wildfire.

The Rogue Prince, still standing by what he said the first night you shared with them, had yet to let you have his cock. "Whores aren't deserving of my seed." As much as you savored every second of pleasure with Rhaenyra, you ached for him.

Doing as you were told, you sat in one of their chairs and were allowed to merely watch as Rhaenyra rode her husband until sweat sheened on her skin and her legs shook from exertion. It was torture. Daemon had a beautiful cock. Thick, solid, and forever eager to be wrapped around his wife's needy cunt; seemingly as many times as she'd like. And there you were. Both of your legs draped over the arms of the chair to expose yourself wide open, fingers fucking into yourself at the show, unable to reach the kind of climaxes Rhaenyra experienced. Your fingers were half useless despite their best efforts.

"You're being awfully quiet over here," Daemon crooned, walking over to you once he and his wife were finished. Sweat sheened on him too. "Is your Queen fucking her prince so boring?"

You'd been far from quiet. A blush had taken home in your cheeks and your folds glistened with evidence of orgasm. "Never boring," you breathed in reply, looking up at Daemon from beneath your lashes.

He tutted and swatted your hand away from your center. "You are. Perhaps you need to be reminded just how loud you can get." Bringing two fingers up to your mouth he pushed past your lips until his Targaryen signet squished against the corner of your mouth. He smirked at your eager acceptance. He planted his other hand upon the back of your chair, eyes keen on you.

Were your gag reflex any weaker it would have stuttered around his abrupt intrusion. The shadow of his bulk looming over you caused a whine of anticipation to escape your throat, vibrating around his fingers.

He pulled them out and a lewd little line of spittle broke between your lip and the tip of his finger. 

"My prince…," you purred, heart thumping wildly beneath your flushed chest. "I do think I need to be reminded. I haven't had a cock in sooo long… my fingers can only go so far. They are much smaller than you." Unintentionally – or perhaps wholly intentionally – your hips squirmed in a silent beg for any sort of attention he might give you.

Dark amusement swelled his pupils. "Small and pathetic," he said sardonically. "Can you even reach where you're begging to be touched?" With his question he delivered a quick smack to the fullness of your spread cunt. 

You yelped, surprised, eyes popping open as a second slap followed. "A-ah!" Your legs closed in an attempt to shield yourself from his touch.

"Play nice with our sweet girl," Rhaenyra chimed from the bed. Amusement laced her words too. "We want her to be eager to play later. Isn't that right, husband?"

Flicking your attention to the marital bed you saw that Rhaenyra didn't look up or anything else – content to lay and relax in bliss for a few moments longer before getting ready for the day.

Daemon sniggered, one big hand easily parting your legs open. You weren't squeezing too hard, merely had your thighs pressed together to keep yourself protected from further taunts. "That's right," he replied to his wife over his shoulder before turning his gaze back to you. “Our favorite, and prettiest, whore.”

The weight of his gaze sent your own pupils swelling. You smiled at his praise. “Always happy to be in service of my Queen. And King.” The Prince Consort liked it when you called him that. He liked it even more when it spilled from your pretty lips in a beg for him to fuck you – a gift he still hadn’t given you. Most, though, he liked it when you and Rhaenyra half whispered it on your knees between sharing his cock.

A third slap was delivered to your cunt and you barely managed to muffle a startled whimper behind a bitten lip. “How quickly do you think you could come on my fingers?” He tilted his head in question, eyes still sharp on yours. In the same motion he squeezed the back of your chair for extra support while pushing two calloused digits into your yearning center. He knew right where to find that delightfully sensitive spot along your walls. He sought it and abused it. And, to make matters all the more lascivious, his thumb worked your clit in tandem. “You won’t get a second chance, girl. If you wish to come, then come. Now.” His pace was brutal. And wonderful. He had no shame when it came to pleasure; the obscenity of the wet slaps from his finger fucking sent you over the edge quickly.

The coil of pleasure in your belly snapped with all the force it had been wired with; a straining haste that left you gasping as if Daemon’s hand were wrapped around your throat. A moment ago you were merely under his gaze. Now, your thighs squeezed his forearm as bliss washed over you in hot waves of desperation. You whined a string of moans so sweet it sent the towering prince to near purrs.

“Say thank you,” he said, pulling his fingers from your clenching depths.

“Thank you, my prince.” 

That is how Daemon and Rhaenyra left you for the day. Alone to do as you please; eager for their return. Duty called and kept them away until after sundown.

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“Will Daemon not want to be present for this, your Grace?” You were barely able to whisper between heated pants. 

Rhaenyra had propped pillows beneath your backside to give herself a better angle to your soaked core. Her arms were looped around your thighs so she could support herself upon her elbows. She was happily face down into you with her ass up and pointed to the door. Slowly, she lapped, and slowly, she sucked, seeming to be more than content to have you as many times as she pleased. Your fingers curled in her soft hair. It was in a single haphazard braid and you didn’t feel guilty for messing it up anymore than it already was. 

A playful hum vibrated against your folds. “Even in this room I am still the Queen. If my lord husband isn’t happy with what he sees upon arrival, then, well…,” she paused, thinking. “I suppose he won’t get to play.” She returned her attention to you and your eyes rolled closed at the skill of her mouth. 

Just on the edge of your pleasure, right before you were flung into the crest, the door opened and Rhaenyra looked over her shoulder to see who would come in so rudely. The peak she’d been working you towards was gone in an instant. If you were lucky, it wouldn’t take long to reach again.

“Sȳz bantis, ābrazȳrys,” good evening wife, Daemon said softly in High Valyrian – their ancestral language a thing you still couldn’t understand. “Emare kirimves?” having fun He asked with a quirk of brow.

“Kessa,” yes she replied, grinning.

By now the door was latched and locked behind him. “Ȳdra daor ivestragī nyke keligon ao,” don’t let me stop you he said and he stepped further into the room and began to disarm and undress.

Were these two ever not horny? You thought privately to yourself. Almost daily, and sometimes multiple times a day, they coupled. You’d witnessed firsthand their sex life was far from boring – and that’s only what you’ve seen! Surely you hadn’t witnessed all that their passion could bring. 

“Ziry's mazilībagon, valzȳrys,” she’s set, husband Rhaenyra said with a glimmer you hadn’t seen in her eyes before. Her attention turned fully to you, then, a smolder behind her vibrancy. “Tonight it’s my turn to watch,” she cooed, delicately kissing your sensitive bud in departure.

A shudder ran through you at the combination of her words and lips. Could she really mean…? Was tonight the night you’d been waiting for since arriving at Dragonstone with the Rogue Prince? Excitement shot through you as Rhaenyra moved from the bed to the chair you normally sat in. Even fully nude she looked like a queen should. Poised. Regal: a glimmer of something mischievous or unhinged – perhaps both – right there behind her eyes.

Daemon, now nude, wordlessly beckoned you over. He stood at the edge of the bed: every burn and scar of his seasoned warriors' body on display in the low light of their room. You obeyed with barely any other thought in your head. The same glint as his wife's shown in his face. You were nothing but a play thing for them. A pretty little bird for them to clip and make sing. If Dragonstone – their room – were your cage, you cared little. Who would ever complain about being in service to the Black Queen and her Prince Consort?

"Kiss it," he said evenly, a bite of sternness behind his tone.

He wasn't yet hard. Even his flaccid manhood made your thighs clench. It was as handsome as the rest of him and you wasted no time in trailing warm kisses along his cock, reveling in the sensation of him growing harder beneath your attention. "Gonna let me have it all for myself tonight?" You asked, pumping along his length with a spit-slick hand. Your kisses were open mouthed and wet, tongue accompanying here and there.

"Be a good little whore and quit teasing. If you want it hard then make it hard. Stop this playing," Daemon sneered down at you, pinching your chin between thumb and forefinger to turn your eyes up to him. "Have you had a good day lazing about like a spoiled cat?" Head tilted with his question, traditional silver tresses catching moonlight. "No thoughts in your pretty head… daydreaming about being bent over and fucked. How does it feel to haven't anything to fret over?" A mock laced his tone – bitterness and amusement alike.

You merely smiled up at him. Taunting. "Boring…," you replied before taking his tip between your lips. He tasted warm and salty. Your head bobbed forward and backward as you worked him up the way you knew he liked it. Musk filled your nose and your core instantly clenched. You wanted nothing more than to have him thrusting in and out of you: claiming you, taking you, using you for his pleasure. And if you were lucky, Rhaenyra would join too.

He laughed dryly. "A spoiled little bitch." He twitched in your mouth. By now his cock was fully hardened and slobbery; your eyes glassy from need and strain. Whether prompted by your words or a wave of lust, he grabbed the sides of your arms, squeezing harshly, and maneuvered you around to his liking.

Before you could put it all together, you were on your hands and knees atop the bed with Daemon looming behind you. His cock seared your skin. You gasped wholly surprised and wanton as you looked up to where Rhaenyra still sat and watched; purple eyes alight with wickedness. "Your Grace…?" You asked, spine bending down tantalizingly to prop your ass firmer against the Rogue Prince. Lust consumed your blood and you gripped the plush bedclothes, cunt throbbing with anticipation.

"It's time for you to have your fun. And for me to have mine," she replied, lips pouting in a smile before flashing her teeth in a delighted expression. In her hand she held a phallic shaped object and you knew exactly what it was. The base portion that was meant to be held sparkled with an array of dazzling cut gemstones. Rubies, sapphires, emeralds. The toy the Black Queen meant to fuck herself with gleamed with enough wealth to buy youself a comfortable new life – and yet for her it was merely another thing. An object to use for pleasure as her husband fucked her sweet little pet. She looked at Daemon with a tilt of her head, her body lax and open for the voyeuristic experience. Whatever was shared between them was private, meant for only husband and wife, and Rhaenyra bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

Daemon’s hands gripped your hips and your heart thumped to a new high. Somewhere in the back of your mind you wondered how many other women – or men, if the rumors you'd heard of the dragon prince were true – were in this position before. Words couldn't even form on your tongue. All you could manage was a sultry connection with Rhaenyra as your eyes stayed on her. Eager. Excited. Fucking elated. 

She began circling her clit right as Daemon lined himself up with you. His tip was swollen with as much need as coursed through you, and he pushed himself into your saturated core. 

Immediately your jaw slackened with a lusty gasp. He was so big, and so thick, and so hot, that the air was forced from your lungs. He pushed deeper and your eyelids fluttered, fingers gripping into the smooth quilts. With a final flex of his hips and thighs, he was fully hilted into you. 

The weight of his torso fell over your back. "If I were any smaller you'd be loose around me, whore," he hissed by your ear, one big calloused hand palming up the length of your spine until it reached the back of your neck. He held you there, mindful of his finger placement, before dragging his hips backwards. 

You barely had time to miss the delirious stretch of him, because when he snapped forward into you, an unrestrained moan shuddered through your form. "O-oh! Yes, Daemon, please…!"

He grunted as his grip tightened around your hip, fingers sinking into the soft flesh that padded there. "Was it your Queen who got this cunt so wet? Or was it me?" He asked, the slaps of his pelvis against your asscheeks quickly filling the bedchamber. The natural clench of your body had his already hot blood boiling. The desire to relentlessly pound into you for his own high and pleasure clouded his mind. As much as he'd love to give into that primal part of himself, he wouldn't. There wasn't any fun in that. At least the kind of fun he and Rhaenyra were after.

"Both," you barely managed to say. He'd hardly been fucking you for longer than a few moments and already he had you cockdrunk and ready to drool into their expensive bedding. His pace and pressure hit you at all the right angles. You’d been with Rhaenyra and Daemon exclusively for a couple moons now, and you hadn’t the satisfaction of a cock in that time. The backs of your legs tightened. Your toes curled.

A dark laugh vibrated out from Daemon. "Look at you... already dazed out on my cock. Little slut. You don't get to finish yet," he said with a firm slap to your backside, pulling out and leaving you empty right before climax could wash over you. "Watch your Queen's perfect cunny take her toy." Pulling you by the hair at the back of your head, he turned your attention forward as he slid into you once again. His pace, while still as powerful, was slower this time. His balls slapped against your clit to add another level of obscenity to the lewdness of the night’s event.

The denial of your orgasm seemed to spur Rhaenyra on even more than she already was. The smooth leather wrap of the dildo shone with her slick. Her hips rolled in tandem with her wrist, and both were accented by her pants and whimpers of solo bliss. Pleasure relaxed her face. She grinned at both of you.

Wonderful tension coiled in the pit of your belly. Warm, and tight, and tingling, echoes of it reverberated throughout your entire body and your eyes closed with the sensations. Daemon’s grip hardly laxed, yet you still found the strength to push back against him to meet his thrusts. It was maddening. Beautifully maddening. Something – perhaps nothing – changed in his pace and the embers he’d been stoking threatened to combust. “I’m gon–... fuck, please, my prince… Don’t stop!”

Instantly, he pulled out of you and stopped. The entirety of his length was shiny with your arousal; even the hair of his groin was damp with you. He laughed when you turned your head over your shoulder to glare at him with wetted eyelashes. “You should see yourself right now. Pathetic.”

Rhaenyra’s ministrations grew hotter and sloppier, climax seeming to threaten her as well. Unlike you, she didn’t have anyone controlling the reins. The Black Queen gave into her pleasure and allowed orgasm to take her. Panting, shuddering, and glowing, she was lovely in the throes of her peak.

The squelching of her bejeweled toy sent Daemon half-feral. He flipped you over on your back, leering down at you as he squished your thighs flat against your breasts. You were bent in half and each thrust led him to the deepest parts of your cunt. You half screamed behind your hand, jolts of white hot ecstasy webbing throughout your senses as he fucked you. “Cover your mouth again and I’ll fucking smack you,” he huffed between throaty growls, relishing the sight of you and his wife alike. She was fucking herself again, greedy for more.

This had to be part of the game they were playing. The build up of your peak only to be denied at the last second… what a cruel thing to do. Emotion swam in your eyes until they were glassy from unshed tears. “Please let me come!”

Again, he pulled out from you. Again, you glared with a half sob. The muscles of your legs shook and your scalp felt fuzzy. He wasn’t going easy on you and you wondered how long he could do this before he drowned beneath a crest too. Tears pricked from the outsides of your eyes to roll behind your ears. He almost lost it right then and there. “No,” he smirked coldly. Muscles flexed and tightened as he positioned you up on your knees: his front to your back, you facing Rhaenyra, one arm holding you flush to him as the other gripped your hip. “She likes it when you cry. Let’s show her more of those pretty tears, hm?” He rasped by the shell of your ear, pushing into your overly sensitive center.

A sheen of sweat covered Rhaenyra. The fingers of her free hand played with her clit now, too, edging her bliss as long as she could.

Daemon palmed your breasts and squeezed your nipples. His pace was near brutal now; sweat slicked between your bodies through the control and exertion. “Gods… it’s too much! Please, your Grace, my prince…!” You begged through broken moans. Just as your body began shuddering against Daemon’s, he stopped all he was doing and let his cock slip out of your bullied walls. You sobbed fully this time. Tears fell down your face. Desperation washed over you. They were cruel – both of them – never had they strung you along like this.

“Poor sweet little whore. Begging and crying. It should be your Queen you’re begging to. Let’s give her one more orgasm, yeah? Then maybe she’ll let you finish on your prince’s cock.” 

As if together, Rhaenyra’s self-driven thrusts matched Daemon’s as he began taking you yet again. You couldn’t think straight. Could hardly keep your blurry eyes open. You cried out whimpered moans of their names and begged through broken syllables. It was too much. All of it was too much. Daemon’s cock felt so fucking good it took everything you could muster to not give in to your body’s primal desires.

Fresh tears clumped your eyelashes. Rhaenyra found her second climax at the sight of them. Her chest heaved with the force of it; soft abdomen rolled with the release. Creamy slick coated her dildo and her actions finally slowed before stopping; core too sensitive to take anymore.

“Come now, girl,” Daemon cooed, fingertips swiping and circling over your clit. You didn’t need to be told twice. Once your orgasm took hold of you, you nearly blacked out with its intensity. Never in your life had you experienced something like this, and if you weren't already teary you would have cried real tears with the release of such a high build up. 

Your gripping and convulsing walls were too much for the Rogue Prince, too, and he barely pulled free from your depths to release his seed into the air. Ropes of it landed atop the bedding – white against the dark material – and he groaned like a beast at your back. 

You slumped forward, wholly spent, and Daemon carefully moved from behind you. Laying on your belly you looked between Daemon and Rhaenyra, laughing. "Seven Hells… maybe next time there could be a little warning?"

Sweat and sex hung in the air and it took all of you a few moments to gather yourselves from the fervor of shared passion.

"That takes some of the fun out of it though," Rhaenyra answered after a few moments as she walked to you with a clean washcloth. She had a silk robe wrapped loosely around her. She bent to kiss your forehead. "You did very well for us tonight, little dove. If you truly wanted it to stop, you know all you needed was to say something."

"I know," you replied, cleaning yourself up. "Thank you."

"My lord husband wasn't too rough with you, was he?" She asked sincerely.

You laughed again and shook your head. "No, your Grace."

He smirked at your answer, as did Rhaenyra. "Good," she said. "We can all remember that for next time."

The three of you finished cleaning up with light-hearted chatter and soft touches. Afterwards, wine and a late night snack were shared. When sleep finally overcame you, all of you were a tangle of limbs and silk in the big bed.

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It broke him, at least, and Rhaenyra gasped when he stood, picking her up and throwing her on his bed with fire in his eyes.

Rhaenyra spread her legs, eager, smirking at him like the minx she knew she was.

Daemon inhaled, staring down at her.

"Such an eager whore," he licked his lips. "Ready to be wed and bred."

She spread her legs more, resting her head on the pillow, and he pulled his tunic up, tossing it away, standing naked before her before crawling on top of her on the bed.

Rhaenyra looked placed her hand on his face as her eyes traced his body, littered with scars.

He was one of those who had fought in the war with the titans, for the survival of their generation.

Daemon had slain his own father, Baelon, the beast.

The greatest of the titans, lord of time and of all titans.

He killed them, so she could exist, so that they could be free.

She pulled him closer and put her lips on his, devouring him in a deep kiss.

Daemon's hand moved down to her chest, and she arched it to him as his thumb caressed her nipple, and he pulled back, looking down at her.

"Gorgeous little tits," he hissed. "Want to bury my face in them for so long, lick and kiss them until you cum just from my lips on them."

He pulled away just to take the other breast, and Rhaenyra moaned when his fingers touched her pussy again, parting her seams as his cock stirred on her leg, warmer than anything else she had ever felt.

"I don't know if I want more to hold you on the edge and make you beg or to make you peak so many times you'll unlearn how to speak words," he pushed two fingers in her, already having prepared her for them after the dinner.

Rhaenyea whined.

She had had a share of selfish pleasure already.

"I want you," she pleaded. "Inside me, uncle. Take me as your wife, breed me full of your children."

Daemon licked the middle of her chest, sending shivers all over her as his fingers fucked her slowly.

"My poor bride," his thumb touched her sensitive bud. "You need your groom's cock in you so much you're denying your King the indulgence of making you mad with pleasure?"

Rhaenyra looked at his face, seeing the challenge on it.

"I am your Queen," she reminded him. "I will have what I want, or I'll take it myself."

He smirked, amused.

"Be careful of what you wish for, wife," he tilted his chin up. "Or should I say ñuha dāria?"

Ñuha dāria. My Queen.

"Or what?" she asked, defiant.

But Daemon didn't answer, holding her hips and pulling back, and she gasped when he pushed his cock all the way into her with no mercy.

Rhaenyra nearly screamed a moan when she felt him buried inside her, stretching her walls, filling her so deeply he was everywhere.

"I've made up my mind," he grabbed her hips. "I won't edge you stupid or finger you stupid..."

Daemon pulled back, and slammed into her, nearly rearranging her insides.

"I'll fuck you stupid," he stated. "Stuff you until your little mind is dripping from your cunt."

Rhaenyra couldn't say anything, not that she really wanted to.

He lifted her legs, pushing her legs up until he pressed them to her chest.

"Gorgeous," he moaned.

A pair of shadow hands held her legs into place and another held arms up, and Daemon stopped, watching her face.

Waiting for her, Rhaenyra realised.

"Take me," she begged. "Fuck me, uncle."

His lips curled in a proud smile, and Daemon finally moved, fucking her so hard the stone bed trembled under them.

"Tight cunt," he grunted. "Little virgin goddess, all mine to fuck."

She moaned, her eyes rolling back as he did, and she cried out when his fingers rubbed her sensitive bud.

"Daemon," she moaned.

His lips curled in a silent growl.

"Louder," he hissed.

His finger rubbed her tighter, and she cried in pleasure.

"Daemon," she moaned more, grabbing the sheets. "Please. More."

He rubbed her tighter in the same pace as his cock.

"Adorable little wife," Daemon praised. "Little Queen turned cockwhore for me."

Rhaenyra could barely even think, moaning shamelessly.

"Louder," he commanded. "I want the gods in the sky to hear you. I want everyone to hear my Queen moaning in pleasure for me."

She could feel the knot in her belly tightening, her walls squeezing him inside her, milking him.

They would all know she was his.

"You're going to cum for me, wife?" Daemon teased her. "Already?"

"Yes," Rhaenyra cried, trying to arch her hips to meet his.

It felt so good. He was everywhere.

"Please," she begged. "Please, make my cum. Daemon, please, I need it, I need it, please."

He grinned.

"Of course, my love. I'll make you cum," he promised, slamming himself into her. "Again, and again and again."

Rhaenyra's eyes rolled back as his fingers focused on taking away any sanity she had left.

"Until you're just a little dripping mess and I'm fully and truly satisfied."

She cried loudly when her orgasm hit her and Daemon didn't stop. Suddenly her whole body was being touched and stroked and played and kissed and pleasured.

Rhaenyra came again, and thrice in a row.

She had always indulged in pleasures, even when mother tried to coddle her, but this... this was torture.

Her mind was foggy, floating in her pleasure.

"Daemon," she cried. "Please!"

"More?" he teased her, not sounding close to finishing at all. "You want to cum again, little Queen? Want your husband to make you cum stupid again?"

Rhaenyra slammed her hand down her sheets.

"It's too much," she cried. "Please."

But he didn't stop.

"It's never too much," Daemon affirmed. "You are a goddess, you can take it."

Rhaenyra whined. Yes, she could take it.

She could also take torture with no end, survive everything that could be thrown at her.

But it didn't mean she had to!

"Please," she sobbed.

Rhaenyra could barely think. It was so much it almost hurt her.

Daemon's eyes changed. Softened.

"One more," it was his turn to plead. "Just one more, wife. Can you give that to me, hm? And I'll give you a moment to breathe."

She whined like a bratty child, but didn't stop him, nodding among her cries.

When she came again, he moaned along, and she felt something different inside her. Wet, hot, filling her to the brink.

Daemon's shadows let her go just as he fell on top of her, kissing her lips passionately as he moved his hips erratically.

The kiss slowed down, softening, until he was panting against her lips, and rested his forehead on hers.

Rhaenyra kissed him with pecks, his lips and chin and cheek, as Daemon moved them, pulling her to his chest, cuddling her close.

"My beautiful Queen," he praised, his cock still inside her as she lay completely on top of him.

She smiled, resting on his neck, and opened her eyes when he moved under her, letting out a surprised little sound.

"Look at that," he spoke.

She looked at his face, but he wasn't looking at her, so she followed his gaze.

Flowers on his floor. Four of them, large ones.

"Pomegranate flowers," Daemon chuckled. "One for each time I've made you peak."

Her cheek outrightly burned.

"Oh, gods," she hid in his neck.

He squeezed her.

"Us," Daemon giggled.

He caressed her back, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"I can't wait to fill this entire room with flowers," he promised her. "Until we can't walk on them."

Rhaenyra whined, embarrassed, but the idea made her all eager to do it.

"What if the floor is too covered?" she asked.

He hummed, kissing her cheek sweetly.

"Then we will pluck them, and decorate a room with them," he affirmed simply. "And then we'll fill it all over again."

Oh, she would love that idea.

Rhaenyra nuzzled his neck, feeling Daemon's hand caressing her back in circles as reality slowly set in them.

The pit in her was gone, filled at last.

But they had a long journey ahead. Her mother wouldn't be happy, her father either. Daemon could be right, they could team up and invade their home, try to take her away.

Still, Rhaenyra settled on top of him, relaxing.

Right now, she was his. Everything was fine.

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[cinemassance-oneshots]

Clandestine Meeting - Daemyra

Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

Word Count: 4.1K

Synopsis:  Rhaenyra is pleased about Daemon's return. After a talk under a tree gains unwanted attention, Rhaenyra offers Daemon to visit her in her room that night. Both of them give in to temptation and their deep desires.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! Smut, First time, Oral sex (both receiving), p in v, fingering, handjobs, multiple orgasms, loss of virginity, uncle/niece incest, riding, slight praise kink, pet names (he calls her little dragon). (let me know if I’m missing anything)

Even before Daemon’s return, Rhaenyra dreamed of him. Her heart ached for him. A small part of her knew this wasn’t right, but it was what she desired. She wanted him.

The necklace he gave to her years ago hung around her neck. In a way, it showed his claim over her. The small token bared a great deal to Rhaenyra. Ever since her mother’s passing and Alicent’s marriage to her father, the king, she’s felt alone.

Rhaenyra sat under a tree and read. The air was fresh, and a slight breeze brushed her exposed skin. Her eyes danced over the words embedded into the pages. She was engulfed in the story that she missed the presence of Daemon appearing a few feet before her. He took in her radiant beauty. Rhaenyra’s eyes glanced up from her book as she finally noticed him.

“My apologies, Princess,” he spoke. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

Rhaenyra’s eyes squinted in the sunlight, trying to focus on him. His hair was short from his return. It was rare for her to see a Targaryen with short hair, but she didn’t mind. It suited him.

“I figured I would find you here.”

“What do you want?” Rhaenyra curiously asked. She was aware that they both shared an unexplainable connection. 

“Only to visit my dear niece.” Daemon gave a cunning smile before gesturing to the space beside her. “May I join you?”

Rhaenyra nodded. She watched from the corner of her eye as Daemon sat beside her, their arms barely touching. She wanted to press into him, but she knew she couldn’t, especially not with people nearby.

Daemon looked down at the book in her lap to see what she was reading. Rhaenyra glanced at his lips and their pale flush color. She immediately looked away once Daemon started to look back at her, unaware that he saw her watching him from the corner of his eye.

“You’ll be in those books one day,” Daemon told her. Rhaenyra met his eyes with her curious ones.

“Why would that be, Uncle?”

“You being heir to the throne is reason enough,” he started to reply. “Skori mazemā se dēmalion, mirre kessa sagon gōvilagon ao.  Daor kesrio syt iksā pōja dāria, yn kesrio syt kesā sagon se sȳrje jentys hen sīkuda Dārȳti (When you take the throne, all will be beneath you. Not because you are their queen, but because you will be the best ruler of the Seven Kingdoms).”

A blush rose to Rhaenyra’s cheeks at Daemon’s words.

“Gaomagon ao drējī pendagon bona (Do you truly think that)?”

“Lēda tolvie mōrī jelevre isse nyke (With every last breath in me).”

Rhaenyra was at a loss for words. They stared into each other's eyes longer than they should have in case someone stumbled upon the two. Daemon was the first to the away. He would’ve pressed his lips against hers if his eyes lingered on her any longer.

Daemon used to crave the Iron Throne for his own benefit, but now he desires Rhaenyra. Being in love with someone of your bloodline wasn’t something new in the Targaryen house. It helped to keep the line pure. This is part of what Daemon told himself to comfort his yearnings for his niece. She wasn’t just beautiful to him; she was beauty itself to him.

“Emā aged sȳrī toliot se jēdri, dārilaros (You have aged well over the years, princess).” Rhaenyra smiled at him.

“Gōntan ao jorrāelagon mirros, iā issi ao sepār mēre syt rijagon tubī (Did you need something, or are you just one for praise today)?”

Daemon looked into her eyes. Then, for a moment of weakness, he glanced at her lips.

“Mērī rijagon (Only praise).”

Daemon hesitated for a moment. He glanced around briefly to see a couple of people lurking in the shadows. He was positive they were some of Otto’s eyes and ears.

Daemon whispered to Rhaenyra in their mother tongue that they were being watched. Then, without thinking, Rhaenyra opened her mouth.

“Kostā māzigon naejot ñuha tistālion bisa bantis.  Skori tolvys iksis ēdrure (You can come to my room this evening. When everyone is sleeping).”

He reached over and turned over some of the pages in her book. The tiniest sly smile lingered on his lips.

“Iksis bona skoros jaelā (Is that what you want)?”

“Kessa (Yes).”

Rhaenyra waited for him to say anything. Her heart was racing. She wanted to see Daemon somewhere no eyes or ears could touch them.

Daemon started to whisper and tell her about how the rooms in the castle had hidden passageways, and one of them happened to be in her room. He described where to find it and when he would be there, waiting for her to let him in.

Daemon stood up and looked at Rhaenyra. His shadow concealed her eyes from the bright sun.

“Ēva pār, dārilaros (Until then, Princess).”

As he walked away, Rhaenyra returned her attention to the book, but her mind couldn’t focus on the words. Excitement coursed through her. She couldn’t wait for the night to come.

•••

Rhaenyra paced in her room, anticipating what the night would bring. Most people were now getting ready to rest or go out in the town. 

To pass the time, Rhaenyra did her best to entertain herself. She rummaged through books piled on her desk to busy her mind but failed. She must have brushed through her hair about ten times. In all honesty, Rhaenyra didn’t know what to expect from tonight.

The time finally came, and Rhaenyra made her way over to the wall Daemon had told her about. Her hands pressed firmly against it, trying to get it open. Her body slightly fell forward once it revealed the hidden passageway. Daemon caught her by her arms to keep her from falling to the ground, which Rhaenyra thanked him for. 

Daemon held her hand as she led him into her room after they closed the hidden door behind them.

It felt exhilarating to have Daemon in her room, especially without anyone’s knowledge. Rhaenyra felt slightly exposed to him, seeing her in her environment and her night clothes.

She watched him as he walked around and observed her room. His eyes took in her desk with a couple of books stacked on top. The necklace he gave her years ago lay carefully nearby. Daemon reached over and grazed his fingers over it.

Daemon turned to look at Rhaenyra. She watched him, hopefully. Her heart raced as he stared into her eyes. Their eyes stayed locked on each other as he walked up to her. 

Daemon raised his hand and gently tucked her hair behind her ear before cradling his palm against the side of her face. Rhaenyra’s eyes briefly glanced down at his lips before looking back into his eyes. His thumb moved over and lightly touched her lips. She’s craved this for so long that now that it’s happening, she’s unsure how to process it.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Daemon softly asked as he went back to cradling her face. His eyes lingered on her lips before looking into her eyes with lust brewing. Rhaenyra nodded.

“I need a verbal response, Princess.” He did his best to sound patient and not lose control. Only around Rhaenyra could he lose his control around, and she didn’t even fully realize that.

“Yes.”

His mouth was on hers as soon as the words left her lips. A deep passion ignited in both of them as they kissed. Daemon wrapped his free arm around her and pressed Rhaenyra closer to his body. She enveloped her arms around him. Her right hand wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. 

Daemon teased her bottom lip with his tongue, asking for entrance. Rhaenyra started to part her lips for him as he took the opportunity to press his tongue into her mouth, meeting hers. She softly moaned at the sensation. She’s thought about what it would be like to kiss Daemon before, but she never imagined it feeling this good.

Rhaenyra ran her fingers through his hair and gripped it, lightly tugging it. Daemon let out a groan as he kissed her. His erection felt painful, being constrained in his pants.

He removed his lips from hers and kissed from Rhaenyra’s jaw to her neck. She tilted her head upwards to allow him more access. She briefly opened her eyes slightly before closing them again. Soft moans left her mouth as he licked and sucked on her neck. She bit her lip to suppress a louder moan as soon as he found the sensitive area that felt euphoric to her. Again, he sucked and bit at the area.

Daemon’s hands explored her body as her hand stayed in his hair and on his shoulder. He gripped the bottom of her nightgown and bundled it in his hands before sliding it up to her hips. Rhaenyra’s breath was quickening by the moment. She was in complete euphoria, and all Daemon had done so far was kiss her and explore her body with his hands.

Rhaenyra’s lips parted as Daemon grazed her inner thigh with his hand, sucking in a deep breath. Daemon smirked as he continued to suck the sensitive skin on her neck.

“Kostilus, nyke jorrāelagon ao (Please, I need you),” Rhaenyra breathed out.

“Mazeminna hae bōsa hae jaelan (I will take as long as I like),” Daemon responded, kissing back to her lips. She kissed him with urgency and desire. “Patience, ñuha zaldrītsos (my little dragon).”

It wasn’t just a deep want they both wanted of the other. It was a need.

Daemon removed his mouth from Rhaenyra’s despite not wanting to do so. He stared into her eyes as he raised her gown to remove it. Her arms raised to allow him to completely remove it from her form, exposing her bare flesh. 

A slight tint colored her cheeks as she blushed being naked in front of Daemon. His eyes trailed over her, taking in her form. Rhaenyra was tempted to cover her body with her arms, but he stopped her once he noticed her arms twitch to do so.

“Daor. Iksā gevie. (No. You’re beautiful),” Daemon spoke. He looked back into her eyes. Both of their pupils were blown with lust. “Se iksā ñuhon (And you’re mine).”

He grabbed her face and hungrily kissed her. Rhaenyra’s hands moved to the top of his shirt to undo the ties. Once she loosened it enough, Daemon ripped the shirt off him eagerly. Rhaenyra tried looking at his exposed chest, but her desire to kiss him back was too strong.

One of his hands reached to cup one of her breasts. Her nipple hardened at his touch. She moaned into their kiss as his thumb grazed her nipple, and he kneaded the ball of flash.

Rhaenyra’s hands were pressed against his chest, feeling how good it felt underneath her touch. Daemon reached around her with his other hand and placed it on her ass, giving it a slight squeeze. Rhaenyra let out a small giggle at the action.

Daemon pulled away with the faintest smile on his lips as he looked at her.

“What’s humoring you?” He asked. Once her giggling subsided, she looked into his eyes and parted her lips to speak.

“I’ve never had my arse grabbed in such a manner.”

“Do you not enjoy it?”

“I do very much,” Rhaenyra reassured him. “I’d let you do whatever you want with me.”

Daemon let out a deep moan as he stared into her eyes.

“Don’t tempt me, princess. Otherwise, I will.”

“Then do it,” Rhaenyra instructed him. “I am yours.”

“I’ll ensure you never forget that,” Daemon darkly said. “Lay down.”

Rhaenyra eagerly lay on her bed. She bit her lower lip in anticipation as she watched Daemon admiring her. She couldn’t help but look down at his covered erection. She’s never seen that part of a man before, but it seemed painful for him. Daemon didn’t care about that right now. He needed to make passionate love to her before he exploded. He needed her to scream out in pleasure that she would even forget her own name. 

“Have you ever pleasured yourself before?” Daemon asked.

“Yes,” was all she could muster as a response. She felt embarrassed to add that she’s fantasized about him pleasuring her ever since she discovered the euphoria of masturbation.

Daemon smiled with contentment at her answer. He couldn’t wait to make her cum himself.

“I want you to tell me what you like as I’m pleasuring you,” he told her as he placed his hands around her ankles. Rhaenyra nodded and watched in anticipation. Daemon lightly rubbed the skin around her ankles with his thumbs before grabbing them and pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. Rhaenyra let out a surprised gasp at the motion.

“Spread your legs.”

Rhaenyra hesitated for a moment but did it anyways. Daemon watched her legs part for him, exposing her wet cunt. He wanted to worship her.

Rhaenyra watched as Daemon got down on his knees between her legs. His arms wrapped underneath her thighs and grasped them firmly to keep them in place. Daemon looked up at Rhaenyra.

“You’re very beautiful, Rhaenyra. You deserve to be worshipped.”

His eyes stayed locked on hers as he reached forward and kissed her inner thigh softly. Her heart raced in anticipation. Daemon turned and kissed her other thigh. 

Daemon’s kisses peppered closer to where she needed him. Rhaenyra’s patient grew smaller by the moment. She tried moving closer to his lips, but his grasp on her thighs kept her in place.

He smirked as he finally leaned closer and licked between her lips, tasting her for the first time. Both of them let out a moan.

Daemon licked again, coaxing his tongue with her arousal. The taste of her was deeply intoxicating. Rhaenyra’s back arched as he continued. Her head pressed into the bed as her eyes shut tight from the pleasure she was feeling. She’s never felt like this before.

His tongue expertly flicked over her clit as fast as he could. He kept his eyes on her, watching the pleasure wash over her. Rhaenyra’s hands grabbed onto her bedsheets tightly. Her moans filled the room, which was music to Daemon’s ears.

Daemon wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked it. He let go of one of her thighs and reached up to grab her breast. He kneaded it in his hand as Rhaenyra held onto it with her hand.

His name left her mouth in breathy moans. Daemon’s tongue teased her entrance before pushing it in, tasting inside her. Daemon watched as Rhaenyra’s back arched off the bed in response. He loved being the one to make her feel this way.

“P-please don’t stop,” Rhaenyra breathed. “Don’t stop.”

“Whatever you command, Princess.”

Daemon returned his focus to her clit. His tongue continued to lick at a fast pace. He let go of her breast to grab her outer thigh and pull her closer to his mouth. 

Rhaenyra kneaded her breasts, enhancing her pleasure. Daemon’s mouth felt unbelievable on her cunt. How he expertly licked and sucked at her clit was euphoric. 

The knot in her abdomen began to build up as Daemon started to flick his tongue from side to side on her clit. She reached down and grabbed one of his hands, their fingers clasped. 

She exclaimed his name, followed by profanities as her orgasm edged closer. Her chest was heaving. 

Daemon continued to eat her out as if she was his last meal. Her orgasm exploded. Rhaenyra’s back arched off the bed, her neck strained, her eyes rolled back into her head, and no words or breath could leave her lungs as she came all over Daemon’s face.

He kept sucking her clit as she rode out her high. Daemon kept licking every drop as her orgasm subsided. 

Rhaenyra sunk back into the bed as she tried to catch her breath. Once Daemon finished cleaning her with his tongue, he raised his head to look at her. Her skin was flushed and glowed with sweat and pleasure.

Daemon reached up and kissed Rhaenyra’s lips. She tasted herself on his lips and moaned. She could feel his erection against her inner thigh.

Rhaenyra reached down and touched his concealed erection. Daemon moaned.

“I need you,” she pleaded. Daemon opened his eyes and looked into hers. “Please.”

He pressed his lips against her once more before standing up. Rhaenyra leaned on her elbows as she watched him. Daemon watched her as he removed his pants, freeing his erection. His pre-cum glinted in the candlelight. 

Rhaenyra felt more aroused seeing him exposed in front of her. She wanted to please him but felt unsure how to do it. She sat up and glanced up into his eyes.

“Can you teach me how to please you?” Rhaenyra softly asked. Daemon’s cock twitched at her words.

“Anything you want, it’s yours,” Daemon replied. “Get on your knees.”

Rhaenyra got off the bed and eagerly kneeled in front of him. She looked up at him as she waited for further instructions.

“You can wrap your hand around it and move your hand up and down.”

She reached up and did as she was told. Her hand felt innocent around him. He couldn’t wait to finish corrupting her.

Rhaenyra’s hand felt small around his cock. Her fingers couldn’t meet around the girth as she slowly moved her hand up and down. Daemon moaned.

“Spit on it for extra lubrication.”

Rhaenyra spits on it before going back to jerking him off. Her eyes stayed locked on his as she did this. His eyes rolled back into his head for a moment.

“Can I put my mouth on it?” Rhaenyra innocently asked. His cock twitched in her hand.

“Only if you want.”

She nodded. Daemon watched in anticipation as Rhaenyra leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the tip. His head fell back at the sensation.

“Oh, fuck the heavens,” he moaned out. 

Rhaenyra tried to mimic similar motions Daemon did to her. Her head bobbed slightly on his tip as her hand focused on the rest of him. She kept looking up at him, relishing in watching him in pleasure.

Daemon watched her. Seeing her on her knees in front of him, taking him in her mouth and hand, was one of the most erotic experiences in his life. He’s fucked many whores before that knew what they were doing, but none of that compared to Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra removed her mouth before sticking her tongue out and licking from his base to the tip. She kept eye contact with him the whole time.

Rhaenyra could feel her arousal pooling between her legs again. It was a very erotic sight for her to see Daemon like this. She spits on his cock some more before leaning away and grabbing onto him with both of her hands.

“Does this feel good?” Rhaenyra asked.

“Very much,” Daemon moaned. 

“When can you fuck me?”

Daemon let out a guttural moan at her question. His eyes locked onto hers as she kept jerking him off.

“Get on the bed.”

Rhaenyra removed her hands and got back on the bed. She spread her legs before Daemon commanded her to do so.

Daemon climbed over her. His hand reached up and caressed her face as his eyes skimmed over her facial features. She stared at his eyes. 

He leaned forward and kissed her. Their lips moved in sync while Daemon lowered his hand and slid his hand between her legs.

“Before I fuck you, I need to stretch you out,” he whispered against her lips.

Rhaenyra’s mouth opened as Daemon inserted a finger into her. She felt warm and tight around his finger. He allowed her to adjust before thrusting it in and out slowly.

Rhaenyra’s breath quickened as he gradually fingered her faster. His finger curled in her to hit the right spot.

“Please add another,” she desperately pleaded. 

Her back arched, pressing her breasts closer to Daemon’s chest. He leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth as he inserted another finger.

Daemon’s teeth grazed his nipple before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked. The sounds of Rhaenyra’s moans and his fingers thrusting in and out of her filled the room. 

Daemon licked her breast once more before leaning up and kissing her. His tongue teased her lips.

“I think you’re ready now. If you want to stop, do not hesitate to say so.”

He removed his fingers from her. Rhaenyra felt empty without them. She watched as Daemon brought them up to his lips and sucked them clean of her arousal.

“Would’ve been a waste,” he smirked.

Daemon reached down and grabbed his cock, aligning it with Rhaenyra’s entrance. Then, slowly, he entered her.

Rhaenyra parted her lips, but no noises came out at the sensation. It was slightly painful, yet felt euphoric. Daemon groaned as he leaned his forehead against her collarbone. 

“Fuck the gods. The old and the new.”

He held still so Rhaenyra could adjust to him after he was fully inside.

“I thought you were fucking me,” Rhaenyra said with a sly smile.

Daemon lifted his head to gaze into her eyes. His lips formed into a smirk.

“Fucking you is better than anything the gods could provide.”

Before Rhaenyra could respond, Daemon started to move his hips. He started slow despite himself. He wanted to ensure Rhaenyra adjusted to him better before fucking her harder and faster.

“Faster,” Rhaenyra commanded, earning a growl from Daemon.

He bucked his hips harder and faster into her. Their moans and the sounds of him thrusting into her filled the room. 

Rhaenyra started to scream his name, but Daemon silenced her with a kiss. He didn’t need anyone hearing him fucking her senseless. 

Daemon turned his attention to her neck as he continued to fuck her. Rhaenyra reached her arms around him. Her nails clawed at his back, earning more moans from Daemon. 

After a few more thrusts, Rhaenyra found the strength to flip them over. Daemon seemed surprised by the control Rhaenyra was taking. 

Rhaenyra placed her hands on his chest as she started to grind her hips. Daemon was mesmerized. His hands found their way to her hips as he watched her head fall back in pleasure and her tits bounced at her movements. 

Rhaenyra picked up the pace and fucked Daemon faster. He knew both of them would cum soon. 

Daemon was able to wrap his arms around her and pull Rhaenyra into him. They kept her firmly in place as he bucked his hips into her at a fast pace.

Rhaenyra muttered profanities and his name as she lay limp on his chest. She felt the knot forming again inside her. She was getting closer, and so was Daemon.

Rhaenyra grasped onto the sheets tightly. Her eyes squeezed shut as her second orgasm hit her. 

Daemon felt her squeeze around him, bringing his orgasm closer. He continued thrusting into her, letting her ride out her high. 

After a few more thrusts, Daemon came inside her. He let out a deep moan as he rode out his high, fucking her for a few more seconds. His thrusts slowly dwindled before stopping completely.

Rhaenyra laid limp against him. Their breaths were trying to catch up, and their hearts were trying to calm down. Daemon kept hold of Rhaenyra as he slowly pulled out of her, earning a small whimper from her.

Rhaenyra and Daemon now knew what pure ecstasy was: each other.

Daemon gently rolled Rhaenyra onto the bed and gave her a small kiss. Her eyes fluttered open to look at him. Exhaustion started to consume her.

“We’re doing that again,” said Rhaenyra. Daemon smirked.

“Greedy little dragon, aren’t you?” Daemon traced circles on her lower back with his finger. 

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes with the ghost of a smile on her lips. Daemon reached up and turned her face to look at him. Their eyes met.

“You’re mine,” Daemon demanded. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” Rhaenyra replied. “And you’re mine,” she added.

Daemon slyly smiled as he kissed her once more. He caressed her face while they kissed. In a few moments, he would have to leave. No one could find him lying in her bed in the morning, especially with both of them unclothed. 

But he would be back tomorrow night. He would be back every night for Rhaenyra until they were finally wedded, and their love would no longer have to be kept a secret. 

#daemon x rhaenyra #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #daemyra #rhaenyra x daemon #rhaenyra x daemon smut #daemyra smut

[themotherofblood]

byka perzys | part two

rosy riñītsos | part one | masterlist

Dark!Daemyra Targaryen x Crybaby!Reader

A/N: y’all filthies were hungry for part two so here we go, again do not come at me. This is very taboo with dad Daemon and step mom Rhaenyra. Feel free to skip this if it ain’t your cup of tea; I have other vanilla ones. A little angsty start!! Not proof read. I’m going to bed lol I will do it later :)

tw: naive reader, dubcon-ish,breastfeeding (lactation kink), infantilism, incest!, spanking.

It has been eight moons since Rhaenyra Targaryen claimed the Iron Throne, it had been a bloody affair truly- her own kin beheaded and hanging off the gates of the Red Keep as an example.

Usurp the throne and pay its price.

People that Y/N once called family all hung from the gates, her favourite aunt in chains with her little cousins. Daemon and Rhaenyra did their best to keep their children away from the monstrosity that followed with war, however keeping Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena proved to being harder. They won the throne regardless with every green supporter executed or incarcerated. Only after Rhaenyra secured her position did she send for her eldest daughter to be brought to King’s Landing from Dragonstone.

The battle had turned both Rhaenyra and Daemon bitter, while to the court they had begun celebrating their victory. With enormous galas being thrown for their children’s engagements. Both Jace and Baela being named future heir to the throne, they had begun being more involved in the politicking while Rhaena and Luke began to make journeys with their grandfather Corlys.

You felt alone in it all- Joff, Aegon and Viserys were all little making them the joy of everyone’s eyes and what remained of you? A mere bastard girl at court with nothing to her name. You were happy that the war ended, that your mother sat the throne; your family whole. You had spent all your life hidden, buried in your books or lost in the gardens. You didn’t care much for courtly attention, what you did care for were your kepa and mūna.

You went from nursing yourself to sleep in between them for many moons to the war making them forget of your existence, you waited, you truly did. However as the days passed, the more scared you became. You would cry yourself to sleep with fear of death, and now you felt alone. You stood at court and yet no one saw you. A giant table set for supper and yet there was just you awaiting your family. They never came.

You had found solace elsewhere, making multiple trips with your lady’s maids to the city as everybody made efforts to sew Kings Landing back to its proper glory, many of Daemon’s gold cloaks would accompany you; not wanting to loose their heads to dark sister. You offered baskets of milk, clothing and food out to the people of flea bottom and perhaps in those few hours you spent with the common people. You felt more seen than you had in over six months, your visits became frequent, and while Daemon and Rhaenyra believed you were holed up deep in the libraries in the Red Keep; you read stories to children at the Blackwater beaches.

You learned of tales of your own birth and how you might have been one of these common people had your father not been so considerate of his own blood. It warmed you heart and yet upset you more. He never spoke of your birth mother and you never questioned him on the matter, not until you sent out your lady’s maid to find the tavern you took birth in. It was weeks until they returned with the name of the tavern, which too they relayed to you with hesitation. A princess in a tavern…blasphemy.

You had found your people, while your mother perished while birthing you, an older tavern wench recognized your lilac eyes the second you set foot into her establishment, they cared for you the first eight moons of your existence until gold cloaks came knocking down their door to retrieve you for your kepus, the King. They did not fight, mayhaps their one child of many would be raised in riches. They closed the bar down as they celebrated your return.

Everyone of the barmaids began hounding you with questions.

“Do ya remember us little lady?” one questioned “I bathed you as babey”

“Aye- but I named ya little fires!” a woman named Chataya replied.

“Tell us litte fires, have ya gotten one of those monsters?” the older woman questioned, you happily smiled as you nodded your head.

“Vermithor.” you said smiling ear to ear.

“Vermithor!” they all cheered as they raised their cups of ale, making you flinch but giggle along. You spent a better part of that afternoon basking in happiness, there wasn’t a single room in the Red Keep that spread with this much joy at your presence.

That evening at the square named you the Princess of Flea Bottom.

A fitting title for a very different reason from when Daemon was named the very thing for his whoring habits.

Just as always even tonight, other than Joffrey everybody seemed to have found themselves occupied.

“Sorry sister, there are council matters.” Jacearys apologised on his and Baela’s behalf for their inability to join you for supper. Lucearys and Rhaena had extended their stay at Driftmark. You had spent the better part of supper scraping your peas from one end to the other as Joffrey went on about his new horse gifted to him by some lord- Massey? Baremon? You weren’t sure which.

“A proper princess finishes her food!” the shrill voice of Septa Marlow scolded you yet again.

That night you attempted something you would have never tried before, you frustrations seemed to have frozen your nervousness as you pattered your way over to the royal apartments in Maegor’s Holdfast with a book in one hand and a doll in another. Hoping that tonight Daemon might read to you for the night, you wouldn’t even beg to lay with them; merely spend a few moments in their company. The queensgaurd placed by their doors already had succumbed to slumber as he leaned against the wall. Your meek nature made it far to easy to evade him as you entered the Queen’s apartments.

The door to their bed chambers were slightly parted as you heard chatter from within, a burst of joy spread through you. After much time they had been in their bed chambers at an acceptable hour, perhaps tonight you might sleep all through the dark skies till the sun graced King’s Landing. You smiled to yourself, already the forming the sentence of request in your head so you wouldn’t stammer while speaking. Running the words over your head twice before approaching the door.

You peaked in, immediately freezing as your knock barely reached the door. You eyes fixated on the image within the chambers. Your heart sunk, small twitches of anxiety moved through your fingers as your gaze fell upon a girl stood in between Daemon and Rhaenyra. Daemon’s lips attacking her neck as she suckled at Rhaenyra’s breasts, your feet took you backwards. Knocking over the vase placed on a side table by the door, a loud crash through the corridor.

Daemon’s eyes immediately shot to the door, furious at whoever would dare interrupt the Queen and her consort, and even more who would dare to peak in. He pushed the whore on the bed and unsheathed his dagger, ready to swing it at whomever he would find at their chamber doors. He heard hurried shuffling feet as pushed the door open with all its might, the queensgaurd placed at the door looking disheveled as he appeared to make himself look coherent. He stumbled to no evidence to who the onlooker might have been, other than a book laid on the ground.

He picked up the book, turning it to read it’s cover. A tale of romance that perhaps only one person would have read it in all of the Red Keep. He shook his head, cursing himself at what you might have seen as he returned inside to grab his cloak. He threw the book at his wife, who looked at him questioningly; she frowned at the cover as Daemon apologized to the doe eyed whore that both Daemon and Rhaenyra would have enjoyed tormenting.

“Sorry pet, here’s your gold.” He placed four gold coins on her lap before leaving to find you.

You ran as fast as your feet would allow, hiking your skirts with both hands as your discarded your doll by the servants chambers, everyone of them shouting at you; concerned of your well being. You had managed to climb over boxes just as you did with trees and jumped over the lower walls, ridding yourself of the Red Keep. You hated it here, you wanted to go home. You wanted everyone to just return to the days at Dragonstone. The metal fencing tugged at your skirts, ripping through a good inch or two of your lavender skirts and dug into the skin of thigh, drawing blood that in the moment you hadn’t registered somewhere in the scuffle you had also misplaced a slipper, leaving your one foot bare as you escaped. You just ran, escaping the vile portrait of another girl nursing on your mother.

Pushing through crowds of people as you ran towards the Dragonpit, Vermithor had already felt your inner turmoil, growling and freeing himself of his chains as he stomped his way out of his holding to the courtyard; awaiting your arrival as he still growled at the dragonkeeper trying to settle him down. They already knew the sudden outraged behaviour of the bronze dragon had to do with your arrival, in the darkness however they couldn’t tell a thing.

You ran towards your dragon, looking behind you to see if anyone followed which you were sure they would. Your father might have been as furious as you were at them, if not worse.

“Vhalar Vermithor!” you yelled at him.

“Soves!”

You hurried to pull yourself onto his wing, yanking your body up onto your leathered saddle. “Sovētēs!” you ordered once more before your dragon pushed its wings back to fly towards the dark skies. You hadn’t even bothered to tie yourself to him, you just held on as your heart hammered within your chest.

Daemon arrived to the dragonpit moments later, already finding a torn piece of your dress stained in blood and your doll discarded at the servant grounds, he cursed under his breath as Caraxes was brought out of his holding. He wasted no time in mounting his dragon after he made sure that the dragon keepers would send word to his wife. Caraxes would hunt them down to be sure, he had to.

Vermithor flew for hours to be sure; you had not a clue of where he took you. Your mind toiled of far worse things.

What were you thinking? The court didn’t want you and neither did your kin. The word bastard began to ring in your ears as you cried high above the clouds. The more Vermithor flew the more it became apparent that he was flying north, the air began to grow colder until he finally landed upon a strip of mountains. You sighed, looking around at the hill forests as you shuffled off him. You yelped out loud feeling the throb in your thigh, you began trembling again.

You wanted to go home.

You wanted to go back to Dragonstone.

Vermithor grunted, already irked that you had distrupted his sleep and yet he sympathized with your sorrow, the cold that had began to seep into your bones that your torn summer gown did nothing to shield you from. The bronze fury let out a gust of fire, circling around himself and you to keep him warm as he snuggled himself on the grass. You shuffled closer to his neck as you rested against the warm reptilian skin, crying into your hands. Afraid and alone.

Daemon had flown for hours, Caraxes had lost the scent of your dragon past the burning ruins in the Riverlands. He returned at dawn, failing to find you as he stomped into his chambers. He explained it all to Rhaenyra who looked terrified, hurrying to send out ravens to every lord to seek for a bronze dragon and their princess dressed in lavender. Daemon made trips himself, scouring through Dragonstone and Driftmark first, knowing the Vermithor spent most his time on those lands. To no avail.

He regretted no reaching out to you sooner, most of it was to blame the monstrosity that clouded Rhaenyra and his blood at the aftermath of the war. The enjoyed paying whores to leave those girls bruised by the morning, how were they to do that two their own zaldrititos. They couldn’t bare the thought of touching you while their demons ran wild in the sheets, you were far too pure to taint so early. Many night they’d free themselves of the council at late hours, Daemon himself would return covered in blood after he “interrogated” the green sympathisers. He’d peer into your bed chambers just as Rhaenyra would, watching a small frown that they would pet away from your sleeping body.

You had fallen asleep at some point, the simmering burnt grass lulled your sobbing frame to sleep as you hid under Vermithor’s wing. Come morning you woke within the same burnt circle, the sun glaring in your eyes as Vermithor rested from a few feet from you; nibbling on a roasted sheep. You shuffled up, groaning at the throb on your thigh, some where along the night the cut had stopped bleeding but left a better part of your gown soaked in blood.

You groaned as you stood up, looking around to have an inkling of where you might be, you limped toward Vermithor. Petting his skin.

“Can you take me home? Dragonstone?” you asked him, hoping he’d be done with his meal soon. His yellow eyes merely looked at you from his periphery before thudding his head to the ground to rest. “Please?”

He moved his snout to push the leftover sheep towards you, before closing his eyes to slumber.

You had begun to venture around the edge of the woods, luckily finding a pond to wash your wound. More tears followed as the gash burned anew, the cruel cold water bringing you much discomfort. Hours went past, you had begged your bronze dragon to take you home a dozen times, to no avail. He had begun to drag himself to a mountain cave, holding his fresh kill within his mouth as he huffed every two breaths; awaiting your limping frame to keep up with him.

Perhaps this was your home now, you were hungry, and ate around the cooked flesh of the kills Vermithor would hunt, you were in pain. Both physically and mentally, perhaps they didn’t care, perhaps they threw another gala as they were rid of their bastard daughter.

“What if she never returns Daemon?” Rhaenyra sighed as she held rocked baby Visenya to bed. “She won’t survive out there.”

“I know that! Don’t you think I know that?” Daemon snapped, still beating himself over your disappearance. “She has her dragon with her, he will protect her.”

Various lords around the seven kingdoms sent out watch parties, hoping to spot the princess or atleast her dragon. Four days past and not a word, until finally a white raven arrived from The Vale. A parchment containing the sightings of Vermithor atop their mountains and talks of Hill tribes and Mountain men attacking whatever that dragon was trying to hide. All attempts to make contact were met with dragon fire, killing the Knights of The Vale and Hill tribes alike.

Daemon was enraged as he rushed to mount Caraxes, armed with Dark Sister while he rode with all his might to arrive at the Eyrie before the dusk began to decorate the horizon. They pointed toward the taller peak, warning him of Mountain men all guarding the cave for any sitting of the bronze fury. Daemon flew above with Caraxes, watching as the savages below shoot arrows and boulder like rocks in the cave; above all he heard the furious roars of Y/N’s dragon. He had burned every last one of them in a fit of rage, the glowing carnage could be seen from miles below the mountains as Caraxes landed with a thud just outside the caves. Daemon approached the dark cave with stealth, singing a Valyrian lullaby that his grand sire sung for his dragon, one that he sang with Y/N while he helped her claim the enormous beast.

You hid behind your dragon’s tail, groaning in pain as a rock yet again bruised your skin. The first two days stop the mountain were peaceful. You had found yourself berries that kept your fed just enough to curb the rumbling, the fresh water pond helped both you and Vermithor and the gash on your thigh began dry as your cleaned them with washed leaves. Your dress on the other hand, went from lavender to dirt brown in no time, your feet covered in little cuts at you rid yourself of your only slipper. Your family consisted of Vermithor and little cave bugs, that was until the people Vermithor was stealing sheep and goats from came knocking- charging at your door.

You had fought them for two days, with barely enough sleep as they kept throwing things and shooting at Vermithor. He burned them and yet more came, then came knights who knew your name. Perhaps green sympathizers that wanted your head, you burned them too. You cowered behind Vermithor sobbing until you heard a familiar lullaby, you cried louder in your hands, you feared you had succumbed to madness.

“Y/N! Riñītsos?” you heard Daemon’s voice bellow in the darkness. You were sure somebody had come for you, and it sure wasn’t Daemon. You huffed pulling yourself onto Vermithor, hoping to scare away whoever it was.

“Dracarys.” you said, making Vermithor let out a blow of fire around the cave. You sat atop him with agony and rage in your eyes, you were exhausted and were sure you would die by the end of the fortnight. That was until the warm glow of the fire flashed the white haired figure stood at the entrance of the cave.

“nyke issa riñītsos.” his voiced echoed through the cave.

“k-kepa?” you bottom lip wobbled as you shuffled off of Vermithor, barely able to hold your own weight together.

As much as Daemon wanted to run to grab you, he couldn’t. The bronze fury still held a murderous stance towards him, he had to wait for you. You feet slowly limped forward to him, clearing your eyes in the little light that remained in the burning darkness. You whispered his name once more to which he replied, holding his arms out until he saw your body in the light.

Frail, your dress covered in soot, dirt and blood. The braids on your hair undone and unruly, stained in dirt and blood too. Wounds on your arms and a bleeding cut on your head, Daemon took in a sharp breath once he finally had you in his arm, you collapsed- whimpering as he rushed to cover your body with his cloak.

“Iksā ȳgha, iksan vaoreznuni.” He whispered against your temple as he pushed you hair away. Daemon carried you to Caraxes, helping you mount him first before situating himself behind you. He was perturbed to be sure, that you would be so reckless but in the moment he felt nothing but relief as he flew back to the Red Keep with you in his arms.

Two days, it had been two days as you graced the world of consciousness and then drifted to slumber again. The day Daemon returned to the Red Keep, carrying your cloaked frame in his arms as your lady’s maids rushed to care for you. Both Rhaenyra and him and sat through the ordeal as the cleaned your wounds, he wanted to backhand every one of your maids as your hissed and cried out as the girls tended your wounds. Upon being tucked in bed, Daemon sat with you for hours, humming a lullaby under his breath as he caressed your silver wisps.

When you had awoken for sure, you had jolted awake. Eyes darting over your canopy until they fell upon Rhaenyra and Daemon sat next to your bed. Both looked tired and yet furious, their faces reminded you of what you had seen, soon filling your relieved heart with bitterness.

“What were you thinking?” Rhaenyra questioned darkly, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees.

“The Queen asked you something.” Daemon said in addition.

You scoffed at the two of them, frowning at their audacity to question you after what they had done. You groaned as you sat up, shuffling yourself off your bed from the other end. The poppy you were sure they made you consume, helped with your aching joints. Daemon’s chair scrapped as he approached you, holding your arms firmly in his hands as he questioned you once more.

“Nothing, my queen.” you said bitterly, fighting to tear yourself away from his grip.

Your tone irked her even more, far more than you using her title to defy her. “We don’t ask you for much, that you remain with us, and obey us.” she lectured “Perhaps we have been to lenient with you.”

You still said nothing as you scowled at the floor, “Do you know what they do to the girls at Old Town? The ones that behave as poorly as you have!” Daemon scolded you this time as he dragged your body back to your bed. You fought harder against his hold only irking them further.

Daemon held your body down as they plopped you on your belly. You felt them shuffle over you before Rhaenyra lifted your sleep shift from your backside, hastily pulling away at your small clothes.

“Let me go!” you screamed “Damn you, damn both of you!”

Daemon held you face down, muffling your screams as you felt the leather resting against your rear. “How many days did we not sleep proper , sweet wife?”

“Seven days.” she replied with venom in her voice.

“Seven hits.” Daemon agreed. “You better count them!” he warned you.

You felt the first hit throb against your rear, you bit your lip to starve them of a reaction. Another slash of the leather burned against your rear. “You better count if you want her to stop.” Daemon tutted.

“Go to hell!” you spat.

They had not a clue of why you acted this way, surely they would have explained what you saw but your defiance angered them way beyond measure. They wanted their meek, shy girl to return, even if they had to spank it back into you.Another harder hit radiated through your bottom, this time you cried out; only to be hit again when you finally screamed out “One!”

“Have you a clue of how afraid we were?” Daemon scolded along with the leather connecting to your arse again.

“The Vale knights you have killed? The damage alone!” Rhaenyra yelled before spanking you again.

“What if something happened to you? Do you see the wounds under a fortnight alone?” Daemon loosened his hold on you as you succumbed to your punishment, now fighting to sob.

“You could have been killed!” Rhaenyra bellowed as she got her last hit in.

You scurried forward into the bed as Daemon let you go, you hugged your knees as you shielded your face away from them. Your muña would have yelled at you once more but Daemon pulled her out of your chambers as she heaved in anger.

They hated you.

They left you to ponder over what you had done, you killed people, you ran away from home. You were horrible and they hated you now. You hadn’t realized when you began to sob but you did, you lady’s maids visited once to stoke the fires by the hearth before leaving. You sobbed into a pillow, letting every last shred of emotions in your body wet through the silk of your pillow.

Rhaenyra resumed court for the day, still fuming at what her daughter had done. Reparations were made of the dead knights to the Vale as Daemon did his best to calm her down. Perhaps they had gone two far in punishing you, however you needed to understand if not fear leaving this castle ever again. She would have chained you to the bed for all she cared, fighting this hard to sheild you from a war. Atleast her sons knew how to fight, her step daughter by Laena were fierce. You were mouse disguised a dragon, spoiled endlessly. She hated that it had resorted to this and would comfort you sooner than later.

Daemon on the other hand had handed her his belt, the simmering rage he had felt as he held your frail body back to the keep, unsure if you were dead or just asleep in his arms. The pained screams he had to hear as they cleaned your wounds, all because you were too stupid to ask them or yell at them instead of running. He hated himself too, he should have known better. Known that she would wither if left alone for far too long.

They approached your room way after supper, trays of untouched food remained outside your chambers as a lady’s maid informed them of your refusal to move. Rhaenyra huffed as she picked the tray of supper as Daemin held the door open for her, it had been a while since she had fed you herself.

You still remained the fetal position in your bed, small whimpers left your body as the pushed through the bed curtains. At first she believed you were crying your sleep, a prank of guilt ran through them as they saw your reddened rear peaking through your sleep shift.

It wasn’t until you whimpered out more words that they realized you were awake, regressed to a mere child afraid of monster as you cried.

“I-I want to go home,” you said through hiccups.

“You are home,” Daemon whispered as he pulled your onto his lap.

“D-dragonstone, home,” you whimpered.

“Oh, zaldrititos. This is our home now,” Rhaenyra cooed at her.

“No, not my home- daor!” you wailed louder, only growing more distressed as you refused to look at them “Ao vēdros nyke! Daor nyke!”

Rhaenyra gasped, “No- we could never hate you.”

“Always want our riñītsos,” Daemon whispered against your temple.

You shook your head as more furious tears fell from your eyes “The girl! I saw her, s-she was feeding on muña. You want her, n-not me.”

You began to shuffle away from her as reached forward to touch your face “We were afraid of hurting you sweet pea, I never get this angry but we have fought so hard to keep all of you safe.”

“Not knowing where you were was death, do you understand? I couldn’t breathe knowing you were out there, alone.” Rhaenyra confessed.

“You have been alone and angry, we are so sorry riñītsos,” Daemon said as he pushed your hair away. “We should have come for you sooner.”

Daemon began to pepper kisses down your face as Rhaenyra approached you again, this time you let her touch you as she caressed over your bandages.

“kepa,” you whimpered as more tears fell from your eyes. “muña,”

“You need to eat,” he whispered in your ear, nudging you to sit up right. You whined, I wanting to untangle this cocoon you had craved for months. “No, just be here.”

Your tummy grumbled and yet your refused to let this warmth wash away for a stupid cut of steak or mutton. You nuzzled your nose in the peaking curve of Rhaenyra’s bosom, hoping she would let you nurse on her; you felt far to dazed to be refused of such tenderness. Rhaenyra being a mother new exactly what you wanted, she shuffled backwards, tugging at the front strings of her dress robes. Her breasts spilling through the loosely tied corset.

You hungrily latched at her pink nipple, all too inviting at your groaned the second the sweet milk hit your tongue. She tapped your nose to make your suckle gently at her sore breasts and yet your happily lapped as your nurses on her. Daemon shuffled away making you whine, he shook his head at your impatience. Which soon turned to joy as he returned with your discarded doll in one hand; dressed in a brand new red and black dress. His other hand held the book you wanted him to read to you. He slotted himself back in yet again as you smiled around Rhaenyra’s breast.

Daemon read through passages like melted butter to the tongue, with every pause he pressed a kiss to you temple or caressed through Rhaenyra’s hair. Before Daemon flipped through the first chapter you had switched to the other breast as you suckled her dry. One thing was to be sure, it would be a while before her miles dried up for good. Not that she cared as she doted over the contentment that washed over your features

You felt content, warm and safe. You were bathed and clean, fed and sated as your were cuddled in between the two people you loved the most. You muña letting your hair as your kepa read you to sleep, the wars had ended, the blood shed seized and perhaps just for a moment. The Red Keep felt like home.

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[jamespotterismydaddy]

A Proper Lesson.

teacher!daemon x student!rhaenyra

A/N: I don't usually do character x character fics but here's to smth new! Here's the reader version! This was a request so i hope you enjoy

TW: MAJOR DUBCON, SMUT!!, choking, spanking!, dacryphilia, bondage, no incest lol

word count: 1,488 words

It’s filthy, the way he thinks about her, the way he looks at her. It’s a small class, Valyrian History 101, and Rhaenyra is always right front in centre. Daemon can hardly understand why. The brat never pays attention, but she is perhaps looking for it. It could be why she never turns assignments in on time or why she spends more time putting on lipgloss rather than completing her homework. She’s just a little spoiled rich girl and he knows it. Daemon knows her father and he realizes how Rhaenyra gets away with everything, but he won’t let her behaviour slide any longer.

“Miss Targaryen, you will stay after class.” Daemon calls out to her as the other students file out.

“Is there a problem, professor?” She asks innocently. 

He wants to say that the fact that he can see her nipples through her top is a problem. Instead he says, “Your assignment was meant to be turned in at the start of class.”

“I need an extension.”

“I hardly believe that.”

“My father donates a lot of money to this school.”

Daemon sighs and decides that he will at least give her one last chance. Viserys is an old friend after all. “You have until tomorrow morning.”

“I need a three day extension.” She gives him a condescending little smirk.

“It will be turned in tomorrow before class begins or you will have real consequences.” He says seriously.

“I’m sure I will.” Rhaenyra smirks before flouncing out of the room without a care in the world.

The next day, nothing is turned in before the start of class and she walks in without placing a physical copy on his desk. She’s dressed even sluttier today, her tits poking through her dress that barely covers her ass. He’s infuriated by it, by her.

“Miss Targaryen, I need to see you after class… again.” He doesn’t make his anger as clear on his face. He wants her to feel nervous. When all the other students are gone, he locks the door. “Where’s your paper?”

“It’ll be ready Thursday.”

“I said you had to have it in today.”

“And I said it would be ready on Thursday.” She smoothes out the ruffles on her dress before checking her nails. “Can I go now?” She asks in a bored tone.

“Can you go now?” He scoffs at the question. “Bend over the fucking desk.” His voice is cold, authoritative. 

“Excuse me?” She has the audacity to look insulted.

“Oh fuck this. You’ll never listen.” He walks over quickly and grabs her arm, pulling her to the desk. 

“W-What in the seven hells are you doing!” She screeches before letting out a huff as she’s forced over the desk. Daemon reaches into his bag for the thing he knew he would probably need, handcuffs. Only fun ones but she’ll hardly be able to break them.

“Shut up before I gag you.” He warns as he cuffs her wrists behind her back.

“I’ll scream if you don’t let me go right now!”

Daemon sighs before taking off his tie and tying it around her mouth to gag her. He keeps one hand on her upper back as he lifts her skirt. 

“No underwear? I bet half the school has seen your bare cunt today with how short this fucking dress is.” He runs his fingers through her folds. Not quite wet yet.

He uses his free hand to pull off his belt. He chuckles at how her eyes widen in fear. Does she think he’s going to fuck her? Poor dumb girl. It’ll be much worse than that. He folds the belt in half and lifts it high in the air before bringing it down hard on her ass. She yelps through the gag but Rhaenyra isn’t even close to being loud enough for somebody to hear her. He spanks her again with the belt, enjoying the red stripe it leaves on her cheeks. He won’t be stopping until her whole ass is red. He spanks her again, and again, until her yelps turn to moans. Daemon knew she would like this treatment. Such a little brat needs to be put into her place.

“If you scream, i’ll make you do more than regret it.” He warns as he pulls off the gag. She looks back at him with tears glistening in her eyes.

“I-I’m sorry, sir.” She says softly.

“Are you?” He smacks her hard with the belt and she arches her back. “Don’t you think you deserve this?” She takes too long to respond and he belts her again. Her poor bum is crimson now, but the slickness between her thighs tells him she needed it. “Answer me.”

“I do! I do deserve it.” He chuckles and tosses the belt on the table. He uses his hand to give her a few more harsh smacks. She whimpers at each one.

He pulls her by her hair back up to her feet. “Get on your knees and show me how sorry you are.”

She obeys quickly, practically falling to her knees in front of him. Daemon pulls his own cock out because she’s still cuffed and puts it to her lips. She sucks like her life depends on it. And Daemon can’t help but think that the whore clearly likes having a cock in her mouth. He grips the back of her hair and starts fucking her mouth ruthlessly. He enjoys how the tears start to fall from her eyes as she gags around him.

“You’re going to swallow everything I give you, Rhaenyra.” He commands before spilling on her tongue. She nearly chokes on it but swallows everything.

He pulls her up by her hair again and slaps her ass hard before pushing her back on the table.

“W-Wait, i’m a virgin.” She breathes out.

“If you don’t want it then get up and get out.” He gives her a few seconds and she doesn’t move so Daemon shoves his cock into her tight cunt. She nearly screams but he grips her around her throat so it’s barely more than a squeak. “Keep your voice down, baby. That’s my good girl.” He says as he begins to pound himself into her.

He brings his free hand down to pinch her clit while the hand around her throat prevents her from making any noises. When she finally calms down enough to be quiet, he lets go of her neck so he can use both hands to push her legs down into a mating press. She lets out a squeak at the new position. He hits her deeper and deeper with each thrust. 

“Fuck your pussy is so tight but I think i’ll be cumming in that ass.”

“No you can’t!” She squeals out as he pulls out. She begins to squirm so he flips her onto her tummy.

“I can fuck whatever hole I want.” 

He spanks her thighs a few times to punish her for complaining but it doesn’t stop her squirming so he just rolls his eyes and rubs some of her slick over her puckered hole. He slips a finger in to begin stretching her out as she kicks her feet and whines.

“Fine, you don’t want to be prepped? Then I won’t prep you.” She’s lucky she is all lubed up because Daemon shoves his thick cock right into her ass, bottoming out right away.

“Ahh, ahh.” She whimpers as he thrusts into her. She hates how quickly the pain fades into pleasure as he distracts her by rubbing her clit.

“There you go. Just had to get it in and now you’re a happy girl.” He coos as he fucks into her deeper.

“I-m gonna… cu-m.” She manages to get out as he rubs her faster.

“I know you are, baby. Cum for me and i’ll fill up that ass.” 

That triggers her instantly as she reaches her peak, squeezing around nothing. Daemon thrusts a few more times before spilling inside her once again. He pulls out only seconds later, starting to fix himself right away.

“I have another class starting in less than 10 minutes.” He uncuffs her but she can barely stand. “You need to leave.”

She straightens out her dress but she has nothing to wipe the cum from between her legs. “But I need-” She starts.

“Panties? Maybe you should have worn them instead of choosing to be a little slut. Get to your next class. Let’s see if you can go the whole day keeping my cum in your ass.” He says before giving her a wolfish grin. “And if your paper isn’t in tomorrow, you’re getting a paddling along with another dose of the belt.”

Rhaenyra gulps and nods before picking up her things. Daemon gets the door for her and she nearly stumbles out of the room as he sends her off with one more smack on the ass.

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i NEED a fanfic where daemon finds out that rhaenyra slept with criston cole and he does not like that not one bit. He makes sure sir criston knows that and maybe bashes his head in for taking rhaenyra’s V card which was what HE was supposed to do. He also makes sure rhaenyra knows how he feels about all this (iykwim *wink*)

edit: we got it!! and its perfect

Here!

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Create Our Dynasty | Daemon x Rhaenyra

Rated E: Smutty Smut Smut

They lay together, windows open. Salt air and sunshine their sole audience.

The princess runs her finger through her lover's fine silver hair. A mountain of a man snuggled up against her. She leans her lips close to his ear and sighs.

"Make a mother of me, Daemon."

Her Rogue Prince growls sleepily into her neck and shakes his head.

Laughing softly, she shifts against him. Grabbing his face in her hands, she nods back emphatically.

Letting her tongue part his, she brushes her fingers across his jaw. Hungry.

Daemon pulls away, wariness in his eyes.

"Don't say things you don't mean, Princess... It's cruel."

Rhaenyra kisses him again, nuzzling his cheek, grabbing his large hands and spreading them across the expanse of her pelvis and hips.

Daemon grips her gently, hands cradling her womb. His fingers linger, and he sighs against her skin, his hand splayed widely.

His young wife was, in a word, insatiable. Far be it for him to complain, he bed her night after night, dutifully brewing her a small cup of moon tea every 3rd-day because she "would not be a broodmare".

So there had been no children, no missed moons, and in truth, Daemon had shut away the thought in his heart.

Rhaenyra chews at her cheek, knowing he doesn't believe her request to be genuine.

But she couldn't resist asking. For months now her dreams had been plagued by scenes of Daemon filling her again and again, until his need spilt out of her. And even then, her Prince would take his large, long fingers and fuck it back into her as she writhed. Such delicious dreams.

Other nights she dreamt of Daemon lounging next to her, singing lullabies in high Valerian to her small bump. To his child. His fingers playing along the shape of her.

Sometimes she dreamt of his toned body fucking her slowly, his voice tight with need, telling her how good she was, how sexy she looked with her widening hips and ever-rounding belly.

"I want to have your children. Daemon...Give me a child... Give me an heir. Let us create our dynasty."

The Prince sucks the air between his teeth, growing hard against her leg. The warm length of it pulls at her need. Her fingers travel over his chest as she lets her hands trail his beautiful, hard body. Riddled with scars, she knows each one by heart. A map of a land she's explored and claimed often since her wedding night.

"Rhaenyra. You told me not long ago that you'd rather die alone than wed. Rather live in solitude than be with child." He tilts his head, surveying her. Looking for some sign of doubt in her lavender eyes.

My gods, she loves him. He can see it. Her love burning hot. Passion infusing her kisses, devotion in every touch.

"I would rather we leave no heirs than risk you, my Princess." His forehead is gentle against hers, his large hand caressing the back of her head, cradling her with a reverence reserved for Dragon eggs and newborn babes.

This time, she speaks in high Valyrian. The words shifting the air immediately. Daemon's breath hitches, and he bites his lip, dipping his head against hers.

"I want your children. I will face anything with you by my side. Please, Uncle. Daemon. My sweet Husband. Make love to me. Fill me up with you until you can no more. I need it. To feel our future find a home within me."

There is no use in denying her now.

He groans, and his hips presses into the side of hers, his long cock leaving precum on her soft thighs. He kisses her. Hard. Hand on her throat. Possessive. Growling from the way she desperately grabs for his hips.

Smiling he pulls away and grabs his thick legnth, watching her eyes follow his movments. Palming it indulgently for a few pumps, Daemon rolls over on his back, bringing her on top of him. She smiles down, cupping his cheek in her hand. His deep purple eyes linger on hers, heavy with lust, eyebrows knitted, lips parted.

"Come here, Princess...Come ride me, my bride."

He speaks back in their ancient tongue...the words more natural on his lips.

"Come, little dragon. Come take what is yours."

She smiles, and her eyes sparkle at his words. Lifting herself up, she grabs his hard length, his thickness making it impossible to close her hand around him. Bringing her other hand to her mouth, she gathers a generous amount of spit and pumps it up and down his shaft.

He pants, holding onto her hips with contained need. He can be patient. After they were wed, it took weeks for Rhaenyra to take his entire length. But by now, with much practice, she could take him. Slowly.

He brings her closer for a moment, taking each perky tit into his mouth, sucking snd nibbling at her. She smiles at him and he can almost detect something shy. He smirks at her and cups her entire cunt in his rough palm. She squirms and bats his hand away to sink a finger inside herself. It comes out glistening.

So the Princess lines herself up and sinks down along him. They groan together, the pure ecstasy of their union clear on their faces.

Daemon opens his eyes, letting his hand travel up Rhaenyra's abdomen. Tweaking her nipples, he cooes as she struggled to bottom out. He places his fingers in his mouth and bring them down to her precipice. With gentle ministraions he plays with her pearl, tender circles to help ease the stretch.

Cupping her face he speaks again, his words dulcet sweet. "That's it. Good girl. Such a good girl for me, Princess. My wife. You're doing so good."

She keeps her eyes closed but smiles and shifts her hips. Daemon curses.

"You feel so good. Just go slow... that's it. Take me in slowly ... you need to be ready for me."

Experimentally, he thrusts his hips up, and Rhaenyra whines, her hands fisting the blankets around them. She takes comfort in Daemon's large hands that now nearly encircled her waist. He holds her securely, his thumbs making soothing motions into the soft skin of her hips. She feels his cock press something deep within her, and is now certain he's filled her to the hilt.

"Breed me. Fill me." Her voice is thick with need, and she opens her eyes to find him staring at her, his face alight with adoration.

Gently he thrusts up again.

And again.

And again.

It is a torturously slow pace, sliding in and out of her, the drag of him causing her to bite her lip to silence a cry. She feels his abs tense every time he thrusts in a bit deeper.

Daemon swallows, his need growing. He needs to fuck her. Really fuck her. To pound into her small frame. To split her delicious flower open and pump his seed into her aching womb. To feel her spasm around him. To feel her cunt milk the cum from his balls.

He growls and paws at her body as he languidly continues to thrust. By now the wet sounds of her tight cunt are deliciously obscene.

All it takes is a single nod from Rhaenyra and Daemon groans happily into the air.

"Fuck, yes."

Pulling her body down flush against his, he holds his young bride tightly against his chest as he thrusts up into her quickly. His length spears her roughly, and her pleasured mewls spurr him on.

Snapping his hips, he feels her cunt spasm. He repeats the motion again. And again. Until Rhaenyra is nearly sobbing into his chest, fingers digging into his skin. Her cunt is stretched to the limit. His fat cock dragging in and out. Over and Over. Slick beginning to cover his balls.

Daemon bottoms out. Pants into her. Bites at her neck.

"I need more. I need more." He's breathless. Needy. Desperate. He needs to drive into her.

Rolling over in one swift move, he commands her in high Valyrian to get on her hands and knees. She obeys, looking back at him, lustfully.

He mounts her, holding on tightly to her hips, her round ass pressing deliciously into him. The view makes him frantic, and he fists her long silver hair, pulling it roughly. Crying out, she archs her back, and Daemon begins to drive into her. The rapid slap of their skin and their moans are a chaotic chorus.

He doesn't stop. He can't. Need and want become overshadowed by the thought that tonight he'll give her a child. His heart flutteres in his chest. Gods, it's all he ever wanted. To share in the creation of their future.

The pleasure of that prospect makes him grunt harshly.

With. Every. Fucking. Thrust.

Rhaenyra begins crying into the blankets and reachs underneath herself to rub at her swollen clit.

"That's it. Come on my cock. That's it. Your body was made for this. Body made for fucking. Made to take such a big cock. You were made for me, Rhaenyra. Do you know that? Destined to fuck me. Only me."

She shakes and cries out as she comes, screaming his name into the bed. Gushing into her own hand, she gasps, surprised at the amount she released. Her hand trembles as she sobs into the pillow, overwhelmed.

Daemon cries out as he felt himself getting close.

"No! Need more. I want to come looking at you." His voice is harsh, rough.

He pulls out, and when she doesn't move, he flips her limp satisfied body, cradling her cheek, whispering sweet affirmations. Throwing both her legs over his shoulders, he leans all the way forward, pressing his forehead to hers. As he sinks back into her, she moans deliriously into the space between them.

He swallows her sounds and murmurs into their kisses. "I'll give you all of it. All of it. Fuck. Yes, darling. It's yours."

He begins slowly but picks up speed until he is breathless. He grabs her by the face, fingers rough and callused.

"Tell me. Tell me. Tell me what you want, Rhaenyra. "

She can barely breathe, choking on tears and lust-- she grits her teeth and cries out.

"Your babies yes yes yes, YES I want them...Please!"

He struggles to maintain the rhythm. His lips grit out the words, his lips meeting hers in between.

"Princess, I can't hold it. I- I'm going to cum. Rhaenyra"

He shivers and bucks against her until he feels his need spilling into her. His pleasure nearly makes his vision blackout.

He cries out into her open-mouth kisses, her tight young cunt drawing out his pleasure.

Drenched in sweat, he continues to pump into her with short strokes. Turning himself on by the feeling of her cunt full of him. He grits his teeth and lets out a growl that grows into a high pitched whimper. He can't stop. He can't. He has more to give. One more.

Expression pained, he whines as he thrust into her for a handful of pumps more before he feels himself break apart again. Clutching him tightly she feels him spasm and cry out into her chest.

He can nearly feel his balls empty themselves of all they have. He laughs and exhales at it's intensity.

Exhausted, he pulls out and rolls over. She lays beside him, limp. Hair a mess. He reaches over and grabs her, holding the worn girl against his chest.

Kissing the top of her head, Daemon rubs his hand up and down her back.

They lay like that for a while, both comfortable and relaxed in the silence.

Pulling her up further, he brings her face to his, covering her in little kisses, up and down, all over.

"Do you really want to? I won't hold it against you if you change your mind. There's still time for ---"

She interrupts him with a bite to his lips and he curses.

"Fucking--Alright! No tea then. No need to get violent with me." He chuckles into her smile.

Pulling away, she looks at him thoughtfully. "Is this what you want?"

His eyes soften, his heart thundering in his chest. Surely she could feel it. She has to know. But he tells her anyways.

"I've only ever wanted to bring our legacy, our house, our name, greatness..." His voice becomes quiet. His eyes become downcast.

"There's no one I else I'd trust with this. No. One. No one but you, Daemon." She searches for his eyes and finds his vibrant purple ones watching her again. She smiles and places her head back on his chest. She sighs contently, the sunlight warm on her skin. She could fall asleep like this.

Daemon kisses the top of her head and remains silent, swallowing back the things he dare not say.

Coward, his heart whisperers

But he has time.

He'll fill her every night until it sticks. And then maybe, maybe when her belly is swelled with their heir. A girl perhaps. Maybe two. Maybe then he'll find the courage to tell her exactly what it means to him.

Maybe.

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