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From the outside, the pleasure house didn’t look all that different from any other building in King’s Landing. It definitely wasn’t like any other building. Unless there were others of its kind, which wouldn’t surprise her. The entry room had looked relatively innocuous. But past that…

Frankly, she didn’t even know a word to describe what she was witnessing. At the back of the room there was an open balcony with steps leading up to it from either side and billowy semi-transparent gossamer curtains. It was crowded with people overlooking what was happening below. Admittedly, it was a spectacle worth staring at. There was a raised table in the center of the room on top of which four people were naked, save black paint in designs on their bodies, writhing over each other like some sensual, forbidden dance. It was a stage, she thought, but the oddest one she had ever seen. They were moving to the steady rhythm of drums, which two men were playing.

A crush of people were all over the room, bearing witness to the performers. It was the most eclectic group Rhaenyra had ever seen: men and women of all ages and all social stations based on the varying dress. They were laughing, drinking, talking, and watching. There were so many people that she couldn’t help but touch and be touched as she wended her way through the room. At some point, a goblet of strongwine had been pressed into her hand. She drank. It was the most potent thing she had ever tasted.

Rhaenyra was so taken aback that she didn’t even know what had happened to the wool coat she had been wearing beyond that it had disappeared, and she doubted she would ever see it again given the amount of people present. She didn’t mind the loss of the coat beyond that she thought it could have proven useful if she decided to use the secret passage in her rooms to go on further excursions into the city.

However, it was a fortunate thing she still had the cap. Until she didn’t. Daemon had caught up with her now and had pulled it off and shoved it into the hands of a woman standing against the wall whose purpose Rhaenyra knew not. Her hair cascaded down around her shoulders and her disguise was immediately and effectively ruined. It was like Daemon wanted them to be caught here. Probably, he did. It would be like him to do such a thing and to the seven hells with the consequences. And, yet, Rhaenyra didn’t protest even though some part of her recognized this was an ill-conceived idea that she ought to put a stop to. But she had come too far to go back now. The dragon was out of the bag or, rather, the cap at this point. At least, that’s what she told herself.

It was only partly true. It was true she had been recognized for certain, and there was no going back from that. But she could also leave now before anything further occurred, maybe save some shred of her reputation. But when she thought of doing that, she thought of the crowd at the satirical skit shouting “Feeble!” No, that would not stand. Rhaenyra would show that she was not scared, not weak, not a coward, not feeble, not some little girl who would run away from something shocking or different. So, she did probably the single most foolhardy thing she had ever done and grabbed Daemon’s hand, allowing him to lead her deeper inside the pleasure house.

They walked through a corridor lined with rooms. Some were completely open and others were hung with curtains. Some of the curtains were essentially see through while others were thicker and through which specific details could not be made out, just the shadows of the people within. In every room, it was clear that people were partaking in more carnal pleasures than Rhaenyra had ever known existed before now. But instead of being horrified, she felt hedonistic, fascinated, curious; maybe it was the wine or maybe it was something innate inside her. Something that yearned to be wild and free in the way she had never seen a woman be able to be before this moment. That wildness was inside her uncle too. Perhaps it was why they got on so well, why she understood him in a way that most people could not.

As they went deeper, past more rooms, the sounds of the party drifted away, and all she could hear were the sounds of pleasure: sighs, moans, gasps, flesh slapping against flesh. She had had no idea that this was apparently what coupling looked like. Her lady mother had explained a wife’s duty to her when she had first gotten her moonblood. But she had neglected to explain it quite like this…

In one of the open rooms she saw two women together, the one caressing the other’s hair in a sensual manner, both their breasts bared. There was a mirror in which she saw reflected a woman in a man’s lap where he was seated in a chair. Another pair was right beside them, the woman’s back to the man’s chest as he stroked her breast. A group of three was writhing together similarly to the people on the table.

A man with two women beside him was leaning against the wall carving a piece of fruit. His legs were splayed, his cock laying against one of them. It was the first grown man’s cock she had ever seen, and she couldn’t help but stare. She had played “maester” with other children in the Red Keep, but she’d been little more than a toddler at the time. The man must have seen her staring at his cock, because she couldn’t seem to look away from it, but he ignored her completely in favor of his fruit and his companions. He didn’t seem to care at all if she saw.

There was a small group she didn’t have a chance to count all pleasuring each other in some way. Following them was a knot of women who looked at her and giggled behind their hands. Whether it was who she was or the fact that her eyes were as wide as saucers, she didn’t know. Three women pressed together. One wore a shawl and nothing else and the other two wore nothing at all. A group of people were pressed against a wall watching the people near them as if they were a show not unlike the one on the table but in miniature. There were cocks, cunts, and breasts at literally every corner.

Daemon guided her through one of the sets of curtains into a larger room than the others where there were probably a dozen or more people in various carnal acts. Her eyes were curiously drawn first to two men. One wore breeches but no shirt, and the other was completely nude and was undoing the other’s breeches. The first man’s cock interested her because it was different from the man with the fruit. It didn’t lay over on his leg but stuck out some, half hard (though she didn’t yet know what that was. Yet.) His actions took her by surprise as he finished helping the other out of his breeches and then sank onto his knees, taking the other man’s cock in his mouth. The recipient of this groaned and grasped his partner’s hair, pulling his face closer until his entire cock had disappeared inside his partner’s mouth. Rhaenyra had never realized that two men could do things like this (or two women for that matter) — let alone how it came to be that someone would want a cock in their mouth, which seemed a convention she could not understand. She wasn’t sure why they did it, but it was obvious it was pleasurable for them. She would have asked about it, except her eyes were drawn elsewhere.

There was a woman alone. She was on her knees with her legs spread. The fingers of one hand were rubbing between her folds desperately. She was caressing her breast with the other hand, her finger and thumb pinching the nipple. Her head was thrown back and she was gasping and rocking in time with the motion of her fingers.

“What is she doing?” Rhaenyra whispered. This was the only person Rhaenyra had seen alone out of everyone in the pleasure house.

Daemon smirked. His eyes were glittering in the dark. “She’s pleasuring herself.”

Rhaenyra stared at him in confusion.

Now he chuckled. “You’ve never touched yourself have you? Gods, why does that not surprise me. Everyone all straight laced and stolid in the Red Keep, thinking a woman’s cunt is just there to please her husband. Gods.”

“Isn’t it?”

“Hardly.”

Rhaenyra looked at him curiously still.

“There are certain places you can touch yourself that feel very good. That’s what she’s doing. You should try it sometime.” His teeth looked sharp when he grinned in the guttering light of the candles. He looked animalistic, primal.

“What is this place?” she asked him.

“It’s where people come to take what they want.” He paused and then continued, “Fucking is a pleasure, you see. For the woman as it is the man.”

Rhaenyra considered his words. They, and everything she was witnessing here, flew directly in the face of what she thought she had known about relations between people. Each time he spoke, Daemon gave her more questions than answers. This was quite different than the explanation that she should simply lay still and let her husband (and only her husband) take his pleasure from her and, if she was lucky, that she would be left with a child in her belly. If she was dually lucky, she wouldn’t die birthing the child nine moons later. A fate which had befallen her own Lady Mother. A fate which Rhaenyra had been determined would not be hers.

She had no interest in being a broodmare to sit in some Lord’s keep and churn out babes for him and let him take his pleasure from her whenever he desired. It did not appeal to her, would not serve. She could not be queen and be subservient to a husband at the same time. And she would be queen, make no mistake. Regardless of what the people in the crowd had shouted. All of it had made her quite determined she would never wed and would never let a man use her to take his pleasure. But Daemon’s description… where people come to take what they want. He didn’t describe it as where men come to take what they want, but where people did. There was a distinct difference that she would not have recognized if she hadn’t seen men and women act on equal levels here tonight.

If pleasure could look this way, it appealed to her a little more, piqued her curiosity. Her violet eyes settled on Daemon, fixing him in her gaze. His matching eyes stared back into hers, waiting for some response to what she had seen, what he had told her to go along with. Suddenly, Rhaenyra had the distinct impression that Daemon had brought her here for this express purpose, that she might see that relations between a man and a woman did not have to be what she had been taught. Indeed, they could be much, much different.

Daemon was paying far more attention to Rhaenyra than anything occurring in the pleasure house. He’d seen it all hundreds of times by now, probably more. The complete abandon and freedom of all social convention in this place made it one of his favorites. He had spent considerable time in places like these both in Westeros and across the Narrow Sea. And he had missed it the last three years while he was dealing with the damned Crab Feeder. The Stepstones probably had places like this; it was human nature, after all. But he had been too busy to really explore, and the people had been too beleaguered to give him a proper showing even if he’d had the time.

Naturally, he’d rectified it by coming here on his very first evening back in King’s Landing after he’d escaped the ‘welcoming committee’ in the throne room and given over his driftwood crown to Viserys. He hadn’t minded giving it to him that much. He had known he couldn’t keep it, that there could only be one king. He’d spoken that true. He had chafed when he’d been supplanted as heir, but some part of him was aware that he didn’t want the duties that came with being king. Not really. But the glory he had won in battle and the title King of the Narrow Sea would follow him whether he had the crown and whether or not Viserys liked it. While his brother sat on a throne determined to cut him to ribbons, Daemon was winning glory, getting the attention he’d always craved (and found a way to procure no matter what he had to do to get it). At least this way was an ‘acceptable’ way of going about that.

He looked back to Rhaenyra as she followed him through the twisting corridors deeper into the pleasure house. He had not been entirely sure how she would react. Her upbringing should send her running from this place in horror. But something that was inside of her yearned to be as wild and free as he was. He had the feeling that that part of her would demand that she stay, witness, and maybe even partake if she became particularly bold. He wanted her to recognize that fucking did not have to be solely about her duty to some husband she’d always be far too good for once Viserys eventually got irritated with Rhaenyra’s reticence on the matter and married her off himself.

And she was seeing. He enjoyed watching her do so. She was enjoying this even as she was shocked by it. Rhaenyra had a way of holding back her emotions and her expressions from many people. But Daemon had known her for her entire life. He could read her easily. Perhaps the only tell others could see was how wide her eyes were. But to him, tiny things told a story: the bent of her mouth, the quirk of an eyebrow, the intensity of a gaze. It excited him that she was open-minded, that she liked to learn — especially about this. It intrigued him and did not surprise him. It pleased him.

They were closer together than they had been before. Well, more precisely, they were oriented differently. She had been just at his shoulder, close enough to touch. But now she was so close and facing him. In the dim light, he could see that her chest was rising and falling rapidly with quick breaths. He hesitated for half a second and then tipped his head down to kiss her. The kiss was surprisingly gentle, and the feel of her mouth against his sent sparks skittering down his spine.

They matched the shivers going down hers. She had expected and not expected the kiss at the same time. The press of his mouth on hers was heated but soft, encouraging. The feel of it was so much more than she ever would have expected. It made her heart pound, her head spin, and she didn’t hesitate more than a second before she returned the kiss. She could admit that she didn’t know what she was doing. She had never kissed someone before. That didn’t seem to matter the way he was guiding her in the kiss. His lips were smooth, very warm, and just the right amount of pressure against her own. It awakened something inside her, made her gasp softly against his mouth. She felt his lips tug in a satisfied smirk even though she couldn’t see it. And he didn’t stop kissing her. She didn’t want him to. So the kiss continued. They were turning in a slow circle for some reason she didn’t understand or question.

“Marriage is for duty, yes. But that doesn’t stop us from doing what we want. Fucking who we want,” Daemon whispered against her mouth.

Some part of her wanted to nod her understanding, but she was still too focused on the heat of his mouth on hers and the way it made her warm from the inside out. Instead, she lifted her hand to press against his chest. She could feel his heart beating against her palm, slightly faster than normal. His hand came up to rest on her hair, against the side of her face. Her hand went to the back of his neck, drawing him closer until he was pressed against her.

Her mouth was so soft under his. When he had pulled away for a second, he could see that her lips were a little kiss swollen already. She was pure seduction without even trying to be. Gods. Daemon pulled her closer, bringing them chest to chest. He felt heat stir low in his belly and his cock harden a shade. Fuck, what was he two and ten? At least it wasn’t enough to be perceptible yet.

Slowly, he pressed her backward until she was against the wall. He reached for one of the ties on her tunic and tugged it until it came loose. He felt her reach around him and her fingers knot in the material of his own. He forgot about the tunic for the moment and slowly turned her so she was facing against the wall. It let him slide a hand beneath the material and slide up her back, over her spine, trailing his fingers sensually along her skin as his mouth came down to kiss the back of her neck.

Her hand pressed against the wall as if she could hold herself up with it or maybe just steady her swimming head against something solid. His hand moved to cover it. She felt his hand creep back to the front, searching for the laces of her breeches. While she was highly curious what he would do if he got them off, she also wanted to be able to see him. So she turned back to face him.

There was a measured pause as they stared at one another, twin violet eyes meeting, holding, challenging, in the darkness. They stood there as if frozen for a moment. She had caught him off guard. And then she leaned forward to close the gap between them instead of the other way around. Not what he had expected at all. But then their lips were caught together, tangling again for a moment before he broke the kiss. She tried to follow him again, her mouth eagerly seeking his. But he pulled back a bit.

“What are you doing?”

As if he didn’t know.

“Taking what I want,” She responded.

Her blatant lack of denial about exactly what she was doing and intending caught Daemon off guard. He had expected to be in control of this situation. He had had direct intentions in coming here with her, especially in revealing who she was. He wanted her, yes. A man would have to be blind not to want her. But he also wanted the control he could have over Viserys if he had Rhaenyra. It didn’t mean he would appreciate her less. He was not one of those lords to keep her locked up in a keep to produce him heirs, expecting her subservience. He was not his brother, pushing Aemma to keep trying to give him a male heir until she died doing it. Daemon was well aware that having Rhaenyra would not be like having another woman. He thought he liked that idea. He liked having someone who could match him wit for wit, toe to toe. But he could not deny his initial desire either. There would simply be multiple ways choosing her would be of benefit. To both of them, frankly. He would not make her restrain herself or limit her. In fact, he wanted to see her grow and to become everything he knew she could be in the fullness of time.

He had been in control of all of it. And then, suddenly, somehow the control was hers. For a second, he didn’t even know how to respond to that. He didn’t like situations that he did not control, indeed fought against them to regain control if he did lose it. And, at the same time, he almost wanted to laugh. He probably should have expected that with Rhaenyra keeping control would be more challenging if not totally impossible. Perhaps that was precisely why she appealed to him so much. And then he couldn’t help but give way to the slight chuckle building in his chest. But Gods. He couldn’t deny that he still wanted her.

Daemon pulled her hard against him then, holding her more tightly than before. Her fingers knotted back in his tunic, more forceful, even a little demanding. They would both take what they wanted this night, it appeared. He wrapped one arm around her back drawing her flush against him while the other hand cupped the back of her neck, supporting her as he leaned in to press his mouth on hers. It was surprisingly gentle, at odds with the rather rough way they were holding onto each other. He knew exactly how to set a pleasing pace, how to kiss her in a way that would make her weak at the knees.

He didn’t hesitate to move toward deepening the kiss. The tip of his tongue sneaked out and brushed across her swollen lower lip. Her hands tightened in his tunic again. She didn’t know what he was doing now, but he continued. She would understand soon enough. Softly, he kept stroking her lip with his tongue for a minute or so before he slid his open lips around her lower one, sucking it gently. He felt a shudder run through Rhaenyra’s body as he sucked and licked her lip thus succeeding in getting her mouth parted a bit for him. He took advantage of this by delving his tongue forward just enough to brush against the tip of her own tongue. Not very deep, but present nonetheless.

Rhaenyra felt like her head was spinning. Her heart was racing so hard she knew Daemon would be able to feel it as closely as she was pressed against him. She had not expected the way his tongue came into the kiss, stroking against her own. Her whole body shuddered slightly and the kiss broke because she made a soft gasping sound that was some mingled state between pleasure and surprise. For a second her fingers brushed against her own lips in surprise. Then his mouth was back on hers, gently insistent that they continue. She certainly didn’t hesitate. One hand journeyed from where it was tangled in his tunic to knot itself in his silver hair, pressing him closer to her, more into the kiss. Within moments, his tongue was back, stroking hers. Shivers ran all through her body. But she had never been content to be passive about anything, not from her earliest days. She slipped her tongue against his own, stroking against it experimentally. He must have liked it as much as she did, because his grip on her tightened.

He did like it as much as she expected. Once he had managed to wrap his mind around the concept he wasn’t completely in control of this, had to share, he was enjoying it very much. And if there was ever someone he would share anything with, it would be Rhaenyra. Her active participation let him know she wanted this just as much as he did. Maybe his motivations were beyond simple pleasure, but he would not deny that pleasure was one of the driving forces behind his motives too. Especially now that he was falling headlong into it. In the three years since he had been gone fighting in the Stepstones, Rhaenyra had matured into a woman. And this was not the first time since his return that he had thought of fucking her, fucking her the way she deserved to be the first time. Not in the bed of some incapable, bumbling, idiotic lordling who would take his pleasure between her legs and leave her wanting. If there were two things Daemon was good at, they were fucking and fighting. She would not be disappointed in this night. He was quite sure of that.

Their tongues danced together, his guiding hers a little bit given she was still new to this. But he wanted more. With Daemon, it was always all or nothing. So, one arm remained around her waist to steady her, but he let go of her neck and moved his hand to stroke up her side and across one of her rounded breasts. The presence of her tunic between his hand and her skin was somewhat irritating, but that could be rectified soon enough. He felt her make a soft sound of pleasure in their kiss as he splayed his fingers over her and began rubbing her nipple with his thumb until he felt it harden under his touch. He kept rubbing it with his thumb causing her to make soft whimpers into their kiss. He could feel that he was a little harder now, but not enough for her to notice. Yet.

He was so focused on kissing her that he was totally caught by surprise, his lips tugged from hers in a disobliging way, when someone bumped against them on accident. It made him consider the fact that they were not alone. He had wanted Viserys to know. But he thought it possible that, in case this didn’t play out the way he wanted, it might not be a good idea for them to be seen doing more than kissing. If they were well and truly going to fuck, then taking her away somewhere else for it, somewhere private, would have been a better idea. But Daemon wasn’t inclined to leave the place he felt so at ease. Nor was he inclined to have to stop long enough to find them a new location. But there were better places even in this pleasure house they could choose.

Reluctantly, he pulled back slightly when she leaned forward to continue their kiss. She was focused on feelings now and not on reason. He knew what that felt like. He had been her age, having first experiences once too. “Come.” He said, reaching for her hand and tugging her gently. Rhaenyra’s fingers tangled with his and she followed him easily.

He led her from the room they were in and back to the corridor, always taking them deeper and deeper into the pleasure house. Finally they found a room that was empty. It was lit by candles. Just enough light to see each other. Its curtains were in-tact unlike some of the others creating a space where people could not see more than their shadows moving.

Rhaenyra gazed around the new room, curiosity briefly overruling the desire coursing through her body. There was a sideboard tucked in the back corner with a plate of fruit on it. She suspected similar arrangements might have been in other rooms and that that was where the man she had seen with the fruit had gotten it. There was a small table with candles making light enough just to see by. And there was a settee, though it wasn’t exactly like one she had seen before. It was backless, which was normal enough. But it had only one rolled arm instead of one at each end, and it was wider — for laying on instead of sitting she rightly assumed. A large fur was draped across it looking like a very inviting place to retreat to indeed. But he didn’t take her there just yet.

Instead, he began undoing the ties of her tunic now that they were alone. Then, it was undone, though he didn’t bother to push it off her shoulders just yet. Instead he shifted it aside so he could see her breasts. He was pleased with what he saw. They were small, perhaps not a handful each, but nicely rounded, each topped with a currently hard nipple that begged for his attention. Attention he would be happy to give. He lifted her so that her legs were wrapped around his waist, which made up for their height difference. She hadn’t been expecting it and let out a little gasp of surprise, but then adjusted to the new position, instinctively linking her ankles together so she wouldn’t fall. She wasn’t going to anyway. Daemon had her in a secure hold with one arm wrapping around her and leaving the other hand free for further exploration. He didn’t hesitate, tilting his head just so and taking one pebbled nipple into his mouth, sucking at it, licking it too.

Rhaenyra couldn’t help the whine that built in her throat when Daemon did this. She was absolutely sure she had never felt anything more pleasurable in her entire life. Silk sheets, scalding baths, the delicious sweetness of marzipan melting on her tongue, none of them were comparable. The only thing even close was flying, but that was not exactly the same kind of physical pleasure as the other things she had thought felt divine. Well, they still did, but this outdid all of them. Without conscious thought, her fingers worked their way into Daemon’s hair holding him so he couldn’t stop what he was doing because Gods did she not want him to stop. And he seemed perfectly happy not to. He slid a hand up her side which she only noticed when he started to touch and stroke the breast he wasn’t paying attention to with his mouth. She tipped her head back, eyes closed, and let out soft whimpers of pleasure as her fingers got ever tighter in his hair, though he didn’t seem to mind or perhaps even notice.

Warmth flared in her belly spreading outward through her limbs and all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes. Warmth and a tingling sensation. There were other strange sensations she didn’t know what to make of. There was something that she could only describe as an ache between her legs and wetness. The latter reminded her of the somewhat sticky feeling she had when she woke up in the night with her moonblood. But she was quite certain that was not what was happening. It was neither time for that, nor had she had any cramps to indicate its arrival. She wanted to ask him about it, but her mind would not seem to cooperate in forming any actual words, only sounds of pleasure in response to what he was doing to her.

She didn’t think her breasts had ever felt so sensitive as they did right now. Was that also because of what he was doing? She realized even if she could straighten her mind out enough to ask questions, he would have to stop what he was doing to answer them, and she absolutely did not want him to stop. She even made the smallest noise of frustration and discontent for the brief seconds it took him when he decided to switch to sucking and licking the one he had been touching and vice versa. She felt the vibration of a soft chuckle and had the sensation he was laughing at her frustration, but she could do absolutely nothing about it right now. She was completely at his mercy.

Daemon was highly enjoying her reactions to everything. It was all new and novel for her. It had been a long time since he had been with someone who had little or no experience. This was not usually something that appealed to him as there was a certain degree of hand-holding that didn’t have to be done with someone more experienced. Tonight, though, he was highly enjoying it for reasons he couldn’t name and didn’t really care to examine anyway. The soft sounds she was making were so outright seductively obscene that she had his cock fully hard in an embarrassingly short amount of time. It was torture with his breeches still laced, but he didn’t have a hand to deal with that, so it would have to wait. Besides, there was repayment for the torture in the sounds he was coaxing out of her and the way she was twisting her fingers in his hair.

His reaction to her had not escaped Rhaenyra’s notice either, but she wasn’t entirely sure what it was or what was causing it, only that something firm was pressing against her. More things she would need to ask about later when words were something her mind was capable of once more.

Eventually, Daemon let his mouth break from her skin and let her stand on her feet again. Her frustrated whine when he stopped made Daemon chuckle low in his throat again. “Don’t worry. More soon,” he reassured, mollifying her to some degree. She wanted soon to be now but was distracted by the way he brought his hands up to slip her tunic off her shoulders.

He slid his hands down her arms, following the fabric until it slipped over her hands and landed in a pile at her feet, forgotten the second it hit the floor. A slight shudder ran through her as Daemon moved his hands back up her arms, over her shoulders, along the now exposed skin of her back. Every place he touched started to feel like it was burning deliciously. He tipped his face down and kissed across the stark line of her collar bone, up her neck, along the line of her jaw and back to her ear, tugging its lobe with his teeth gently. ≪Beautiful.≫ he whispered before letting his lips brush across hers for just a moment. She was not surprised to hear the Valyrian fall from his lips. It had always been their language.

Rhaenyra’s face flushed slightly when she really focused on what he had said. She knew that men found her as such, but she rarely cared for their opinions. It meant little to her for men who did not even know her to have an opinion on her appearance. But when Daemon said it, that was something entirely different. His opinion mattered. The weight of his gaze on her made her shiver with both nervousness and delight in equal measure. The one thing she was sure of was that she wanted to see more of him too. She tugged his tunic loose from his breeches and moved to lift it over his head. He lifted his arms and leaned down enough that she could remove it the rest of the way. It fell and joined hers on the floor.

She was taken with his beauty once it was revealed to her. She had always thought her uncle to be a handsome man, but that was only compounded seeing him this way. His skin was slightly flushed and part in light and part in shadow from the candles. She could see rippling muscles in his arms, his chest, his stomach. Here and there, scars marred his skin from the fights he had lived to tell the tales of while his opponents were not so lucky. Her finger traced the line of a newer one, still red, on his chest. One he had gotten fighting in the Stepstones no doubt.

Daemon watched her with curiosity as she traced her finger over the lines of his scars. They did not seem to bother her, rather, they seemed to interest her. He shivered slightly as her fingers continued to trace their patterns. How was the slightest touch so very pleasing when it came from her? He stayed still, not moving, and let her explore the way she wished, and she grew more bold as she realized he would not put a stop to her explorations. She deserved to explore him, to familiarize herself with a man’s body if that was what she wished.

His hands brushed up her arms once more. She felt the callouses on his sword hand from wielding Dark Sister all these years. She liked them. She laid her palms flat against his chest and let them stroke all the way to the top of his breeches. His muscles were hard underneath her hands, and she felt them contract beneath her touch. Slowly, she moved her hands back up in the direction they had come. She felt him shiver slightly beneath her touch, which spurred her forward. She tipped her face and mirrored what he did, starting to kiss across his skin. She looked up at him, raising one eyebrow and let her tongue brush across one of his nipples.

A hiss of pleasure escaped between Daemon’s lips, his eyes falling closed. His hands tightened slightly on her waist. The reaction and its intensity surprised her. She had not expected it. Admittedly, neither had he expected her to do such a thing. “That’s good?” she asked.

“Yes,” he rasped. “They’re sensitive like—.” His words were cut off again when she replaced licking with soft sucking continuing to mimic what he had done to her. Another hiss escaped. “— Like yours.” He managed. How was she so damned good at this when she had never done it before? He shivered to think how good she would be with even a little experience if this was her with none.

He felt, suddenly, as if he had far too many clothes on even though it was only his breeches and smallclothes. Admittedly, given the tight confines of the breeches, his level of arousal was quite uncomfortable. That was likely contributing to the too many clothes factor, but he knew it wasn’t just that. He wanted to be skin on skin with her. He wanted to see her open up for him the way she had for no one before. But, he realized he was still wearing his boots. So he couldn’t get out of the breeches with them very well. However, his hands were too busy exploring the soft skin and curves of her back now that her tunic was off. He didn’t want to stop doing that. He tried stepping on the toe of one boot with the other, hoping he could just pull out of them. Not only did this not work, but he stumbled.

Rhaenyra laughed at Daemon’s antics and his failed attempt to get his boots off. She noted the way his eyes never left hers as he leaned down to undo them properly. They were dark right now, black with only a thin band of violet at the outside edge. She wondered what made them do that, not realizing her own eyes looked quite the same given their current states of arousal.

The boots were soon dispensed with and he had again pulled her flush against him and was kissing her. He wanted a little more of that before he had to part from her enough to remove more clothing. By the Gods had she been beautiful while he was watching her and getting his boots off. Her cheeks were high with color, her lips swollen and red, her chest rising and falling rapidly with quick breaths, her nipples hard from his attentions. He couldn’t see it yet, but he knew she would be wet for him by now. It took all his restraint for that not to send him into a frenzy of getting clothing off as fast as he possibly could. But he was not such a green boy as to make the experience like that. «Perfect,» he whispered to her. She basked in the glow of his praise as it removed the hints of worry she had had about whether he would find her pleasing or not.

They were closer than before when he pulled Rhaenyra against him. She gasped when her nipples rubbed against the skin of his chest, giving the already sensitive peaks more friction. His mouth covered hers, claiming it and their tongues danced together. She felt his fingers tangle in her hair for the first time. Their lips parted slightly almost still touching. “Daemon…” She whispered in a voice she almost didn’t recognize as her own as desire soaked as it was.

The way she said his name would have made him finish if he’d been half his years, he knew that for sure. Even as it was, he felt his cock twitch involuntarily. Fuck. He had to find a way to get the damned breeches off sooner rather than later. But he also enjoyed the feel of her smooth hair sliding through his fingers. He didn’t want to stop doing that just yet either, and that left his hands occupied.

Rhaenyra’s hands were also busy. She was sliding them up and down the smooth skin of Daemon’s back. Occasionally, the smoothness was interrupted by an old wound here or there, but mostly smooth. She loved how she could touch him and make him shiver, make him let out that hiss of pleasure like he had before. That kind of power was utterly intoxicating to someone who was theoretically in a position of power but never practically in said position it seemed. But right now she was. Not over him so much, but at least equal. What she could do to him made her feel powerful. It was heady, and she had no intention of losing it. Her hands continued to explore the contours of his back until he whispered “Lower,” into her ear. The tone of his voice was like dark silk and danger, sending delicious sparks of fire down her spine.

She followed his instructions, working her hands down his back. She slid them beneath the fabric of his breeches and small clothes, gliding them over the curve of his ass. She felt Daemon shudder beneath her touch and heard his breath catch. It was true he had not expected her to be quite so bold, not that he was complaining! The feeling of her soft hands on more sensitive skin was intoxicating. When he let out a soft sound of desire, her hands stilled. He moved his mouth down to her ear. ≪You little minx,≫ Daemon breathed. ≪That didn’t mean you should stop,≫ he pointed out. “Mm that’s quite nice.” He murmured in her ear, pleased when she continued now that he’d requested that she not stop. He leaned to kiss a line down her shoulder and then up her neck and then their lips found one another again, tangling deliciously. One of his hands stayed in her hair but the other slipped up her side to caress the curve of her breast again, knowing how much she had enjoyed his attentions there.

He thought that soon he would lay her down on the settee. But he realized she still wore her boots too. “Boots.” He said, in between kisses. Rhaenyra realized then that she still had them on. Somehow, in the heat of all of the emotions and physical sensations, she’d completely forgotten about them. She leaned down to try to unfasten them but stumbled slightly just as he had. Her head was spinning and her knees were weak. Daemon laughed and leaned down a bit, taking one of her hands and putting them on his shoulders while he undid the boots for her and she stepped out of them.

Rhaenyra let out a soft gasp of surprise. “The floor is cold.”

Daemon shook his head in amusement and pulled her up into his arms again. “Well we can’t have that, can we?” He asked, leaning to kiss her as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, knotting her fingers in his hair. She couldn’t get enough of his kisses, of his tongue mingling with hers. She could never get enough of that. She was addicted to it. She already knew she would think about it, dream about it. But right now she could have it. As much of it as she wanted.

They kissed until they were forced to break apart panting for breath. Rhaenyra noticed that the ache she felt was much more noticeable now. Something about it made her restless. It made her want, but not know what she wanted. She didn’t know what would satiate it. She pressed forward to try to get friction to rub against. She didn’t really consciously think about doing so or how or why that might help, only let instinct guide her. She shifted, feeling something hard pressing right against the place she ached and rubbed against it.

Daemon’s breath caught and his lips parted in a silent moan of ecstasy as she essentially ground herself on his cock. Oh holy fuck. Was all that managed to go through his mind, all other thoughts simply blanking. Need flashed over him like molten steel, like the brilliant red of paint on an artist’s canvas.

Daemon could not deny that initially his hope had been that having her would allow him to gain more control over Viserys. Now he just plain needed her, while the rest of the brilliant plan had essentially gone to the seven hells. How had she done that to him? His mind wouldn’t come up with answers right now. All it would process was sheer desire. The desire to strip the rest of her clothes off her, lay her down, and fuck her now was only able to be overcome because he was old enough to pace himself. Maybe if she was a pleasure house girl he would do that. But not to her. She deserved better than that. But if he was even a little less proud, he would have begged her to do it again.

Rhaenyra watched him and his reaction. She didn’t understand what exactly she had done, but she could tell whatever it was had been intensely pleasurable for him. He was utterly beautiful as his head fell back for a moment, his lips parted, and a shudder so powerful she could feel it ran through him.

Apparently, he wasn’t too proud to finally manage in a strangled voice, “Undo the laces.”

She figured out that he meant to his breeches, which he could not reach while he was holding onto her. She didn’t hesitate, just reached down and unlaced them as requested. He wore smallclothes, but they did little to constrain his cock — to Rhaenyra’s confusion and Daemon’s extreme relief. “What…” She inquired, not even totally sure of her question.

Slowly, Daemon set her on her feet again, but kept her close. “It’s what lets you be able to fuck.” When he could see she was still unsure of what he meant, he went further. “A man’s cock has to be hard. If it’s not it just sort of… flops over. You can’t do anything with that.” His mind was struggling to find the right words. His brain felt like a gelatinous mass that could only think about one thing. But for her, he tried. “A woman’s cunt is… there are muscles to push through for a man to get inside her. The hardness helps getting through them and staying in.”

Her mind started to make some connections when he talked about floppiness. “Like fruit man…” She muttered, thinking about the man she had seen carving a piece of fruit. Flopping over would have been the word to describe how he looked.

Daemon actually let out a laugh. “Yes, like that.”

“How did you…”

“Because you were staring. Which, considering that was the first grown man’s cock you’ve gotten a look at, I would be more surprised if you weren’t staring.”

Her cheeks were burning, but Rhaenyra forged ahead. “Let me see.”

Daemon’s lips tugged into an amused grin, but he didn’t hesitate to take the invitation to get the breeches off either. He took them and the smallclothes he wore off at once, kicking them out of the way to join the pile of their tunics and boots. He had nothing to be ashamed of certainly, and he just had a slight grin on his face as he watched Rhaenyra look at him, finally taking him in head to toe.

He was the most handsome man she had ever seen, Rhaenyra could hardly deny that. And standing there in the glow of the candles without his clothing was only further proof. Her eyes tracked along his body from face to toes and then back again, though they fixed on his cock and she asked dubiously, “How… is that going to fit?” She thought about what her mother had told her about what happened between men and women and what went where in combination with what she had seen tonight and could not possibly imagine that he would fit inside her. And she now understood why she had been warned it could hurt. It was definitely going to hurt.

Daemon pulled her close. A desire to be skin on skin with her made him wish he had had her take off her breeches first — before they started the current conversation. But somehow he could manage to be both unselfish and endlessly patient if it was for Rhaenyra. His hands brushed along her back and he looked into her eyes, seeing her nervousness. ≪Do you trust me?≫ He murmured, running his fingers through her silvery hair, slipping into ‘their’ language in hopes it would reassure her.

≪Yes.≫

≪It will fit. A woman’s body is made to fit a man’s and a man’s body made to fit a woman’s.≫ He said softly, continuing to slip his fingers through her hair and then along the curve of her lower back.

≪It… must hurt.≫ She admitted her fear, swallowing nervously.

≪I will be very careful.≫ He promised, his voice the softest she had ever heard it. ≪It will feel uncomfortable the first time. It may feel a little painful. But I am not going to hurt you.≫ He drew her close into his arms and kissed her gently, first on her soft, swollen mouth and then her hair as she leaned against him, resting her head on his chest and holding onto him. Truthfully, Daemon hadn’t been aware he could be so tender with someone. He hadn’t believed that anyone’s needs would ever take precedence over his own pleasure. But here, in this moment, that was exactly what was happening. He knew he would stick by what he said.

And his reassurances seemed to do the trick as Rhaenyra found her confidence again and tipped her face up until her mouth could fit against his, as seamless as a glove. She gave herself over to kissing him and becoming lost in those kisses for now. Doing it made the anxiousness she had felt dissipate, made her resolute in her decision to follow through with this. She would take what she wanted. She would not let fear stand in her way. The people she had seen so far were clearly enjoying themselves, so it must be something worth exploring further.

Her hands slid along his chest, exploring what she already knew and remembering how good it had felt when she had rubbed against him. It had clearly felt equally as good for him given the reaction he had given her when she did it. “Does it feel good if it’s touched?” She asked.

You’ll be the death of me, he thought, almost groaning out loud but controlling himself before he did. “Yes.” He responded.

Rhaenyra considered his words before sliding her hand, agonizingly slowly, down his chest, over his stomach, and finally across his cock. It was warmer and even harder than she had expected. She watched in amusement as Daemon closed his eyes and his lips parted again in one of those silent moans she found undeniably attractive.

The feel of her touch while he was so aroused was like torture and wonder in the same moment. Colors flashed before his closed eyes. He was rarely aroused this long before doing something about it, and that made everything more intense than it already felt just by nature of Rhaenyra’s actions. Slowly, he put his hand over hers, guiding her fingers around him and showing her how to move her hand back and forth She tested the motion a few times before sliding her thumb over the tip when she had reached the end of one of the passes.

The sound that came then was not silent, a quiet groan low in his throat Definitely the death of me. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

“That’s good?” Rhaenyra asked watching him.

“Yes,” he managed, voice tight, as he forced himself to stay in control. Her hand tightened a little as she became more sure of her actions and the pleasure ricocheting up his spine was dizzying. His hand rested on her lower back, trying to ground himself.

Pleased at the reactions she was getting from him, she slid her thumb over the tip again which got her another of the low gasps from before.

Rhaenyra remembered the woman she had seen touching herself earlier and how he had deduced she had never done the same. It made her curious. “Do men touch themselves? Like the woman was doing earlier?”

“Yes.” He confirmed.

“Do you?” She pressed.

“You truly do mean to kill me tonight don’t you?”

A smirk tugged at her lips.

“I think you know the answer, but yes, I do.”

“Does it feel as good when I do it?”

Her hand tightened again and he only managed a groan and to press his hand on her back, pushing his fingers into her smooth skin, holding onto her.

A bigger smirk.

Now she was playing with him. How a woman who was still a maiden and half his age was managing to provide this degree of absolute torture he did not know.

He put his other hand on her hip and tugged her closer still and then reached down to undo the laces on her breeches. He pushed them down over her hips and off revealing smallclothes soaked with arousal, the scent of it overwhelming his senses. He did not waste time in getting them off and taking the moment to press her flush against him. Her skin was warm against his. If he wasn’t so aroused, he could have held her like that for a long time. As it was, his body pushed him onward, seeking more.

He walked her backward until her knees hit the settee and then guided her back onto it. Daemon thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in that moment, lying there with her skin rosy and glowing, her body open for him. Now that she was on the settee and in the light of the candles, he could fully appreciate her body. Her slim shoulders, the column of her throat, the raise of her collar bones, the swell of her soft breasts with still-hard nipples, the plane of her stomach, the silver of the curls at the apex of her thighs, glistening with want, her long legs and her perfectly arched feet. He could worship her body. And he would.

Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she looked up at him, eyes questioning what would come next. He could tell she was nervous, well as he knew her.

“I’m going to make you feel good,” he murmured, crawling onto the settee beside her.

Rhaenyra gazed up at him, her heart pounding. While she had no regrets about the decision she was making, she wouldn’t lie to herself and say she wasn’t nervous. He had promised her he wouldn’t hurt her, and she held onto that promise, trying to block out all of the stories she had heard to the contrary — and there had been a lot of them. Daemon had never lied to her. She didn’t think he was going to start now. She could trust him. And she wanted him. That was what kept her pushing forward more than anything. Some part of her recognized she had wanted him for a long time. They had always been close, but her feelings had changed while he was in the Stepstones. They had grown older, wilder, harder to contain or constrain. And when he said he was going to make her feel good, she gave a slight nod and his lips tugged into a grin.

His mouth dipped to her skin and began kissing along her shoulder, her throat, her chest, her stomach. He took his time kissing her all over, her body opening up to him more and more as he mapped his way down it until he reached the silver curls. Gently, he pressed her knee to the side and left a line of kisses along the inside of her exposed thigh. He felt her shift, gazing down at him in confusion. “Just trust me.” He pressed a hand against her other leg until her right knee was open for him and her left one lifted, her foot resting against the cushion beneath it.

When she was how he wanted her, he dipped his face into the space he had created for himself and pressed kisses along her most sensitive areas. His lips were immediately wet with her arousal and he dragged his tongue along her folds, not parting them just yet. Her taste was like white wine, oyster, and Valyrian steel. He liked it. His tongue delved further, parting her now and sliding upward until he found what he was looking for, that small bundle of nerves. He licked again.

Whatever it was he had touched made colors explode behind her closed eyelids. Something between a gasp and a moan slipped between her swollen lips and her body spasmed in an utterly delicious way like little shocks sliding along her skin. Her eyes flew open as if she expected to see what he had done, but all she saw was his silver-white hair, his face tucked between her legs. He licked again and the reaction reoccurred but stronger. It was the best thing she had ever felt in her entire life, replacing whatever he had done a few moments ago that had briefly held that place. Instinctively, her fingers knotted into his hair, holding him to her and her other hand tightened into the fur she was laying on. “More.” She managed to get out. She could feel him smirking knowingly against her skin. She didn’t need to see him for that. Clearly he had known whatever he was doing would make her react this way. His tongue continued to brush against her pulling a series of soft whimpers and gasps from within her.

Daemon could not have been more pleased with her reaction and was amused when she tugged onto his hair, keeping him from moving away. Not that he had any intention to do so. He liked the taste of her cunt, and he intended to make it his. First this way and then with his cock after. He took his time, kissing and sucking and licking. Whenever her body wet her folds again, he licked up what it gave again and again until he had her nearly writhing beneath his mouth. Her sounds of pleasure were as intoxicating as the velvet texture of her skin and her taste. Occasionally, he felt her arch her back, trying to move her hips with his mouth. Good. He rewarded her for it each time with a slightly stronger lick or suck in her most sensitive place which made her gasp sharply every time.

He continued for several minutes before he began sliding his fingers along her inner leg the way he had done with his lips. Now his mouth moved exclusively to give attention to her clit leaving room for him to brush a finger through her folds and then slide it inside her.

What he was doing felt so good that Rhaenyra hadn’t even been aware of the inclusion of his fingers until she realized one was inside her. For a moment, it felt strange and he lifted his lips enough to say softly. ≪Relax.≫ Her body obeyed his command, and she realized within moments after she had done it that the strange sensation was mostly gone and that she liked the feel of his finger inside her. Especially when he began sliding it back and forth in the same rhythm of his tongue. Her whines became more intense, low in her throat, though he noted her to still be a quiet lover compared to others. But every sound she made indicated her pleasure. And it was true that she had never felt anything more exquisite than what she was feeling since he had started doing this to her.

He continued a few more minutes enjoying the sounds of her pleasure and the taste of her cunt and the squeeze of it around his finger. He didn’t rush her, his licking and sucking steady and unhurried. He found that he didn’t mind if it took her a while. He was not impatient as he sometimes got doing this. Finally, he slid a second finger inside her to join the first.

This time it was tighter and a little more uncomfortable with the same initial strange feeling, but the way he was pleasuring her made that completely unimportant. She could push it away entirely, her thoughts riveted only to the sensations flooding through her. She could feel her heart pounding in multiple pulse points all over her body. Her breathing was heavy, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her skin was flushed and sweaty and shivers kept coursing through her. There was a sense of tightening too. At first it was slight enough she didn’t notice it, but then it began to build. The ache between her center was satisfied by his fingers and tongue, but the muscles in her stomach and then in her hips and thighs became tighter and tighter. Her head tossed restlessly against the fur almost constant whimpers escaping her now.

He had planned to add a third finger, but he could tell that she was close to climaxing and thought better of it. The discomfort of adjusting to a third finger would disrupt her, and he fully intended for her to come. He was well aware that it might be too uncomfortable for her to do so later, so he would ensure she would now at least. Again if he could manage it. Daemon was a generous lover — when he cared to be anyway.

Now her hips were arching against his fingers almost every time he pressed them inside her, and a feeling was building inside of her that she could not explain beyond that it felt like she was chasing it to get more. The muscles of her stomach were tight and she felt the muscles inside her, around his fingers, were tight too. She made a soft sound of confusion, unsure what was happening to her. He didn’t stop the motion with his fingers, but did stop licking and sucking long enough to say softly. ≪Just let it happen. It’s going to feel good.≫ She could only assume that he meant allowing the strange feeling building inside her to continue.

Her body felt as if it was on fire, but in the best way. The muscles inside her center kept coiling and tightening like a spring. Then colors flashed through her mind the way they had when he first touched her with his tongue, but more intense this time. She felt like she was falling through a delicious void of nothing but sensation and pleasure. Every sense she had was lit, and her entire body was spasming, quaking from the center out. “Daemon!” was all she could manage to get out, and even that she was not consciously aware of saying.

The feel of her muscles clenching around his fingers with the intensity they did was a delicious precursor of what was to come. He was determined if at all possible that he was going to make her do that on his cock if it felt that good on his damned fingers. Fuck. And watching her in her passion was amazing too. Her body stretched lithely, like a dragon in flight. He had taken away his tongue now so he could look up to watch her and used his thumb to stroke her gently instead, not stopping while she was still climaxing, only stopping once she was a little more still, before she could become too sensitive for his touch.

When she was aware of anything again, he had moved up the settee and was holding her against his chest laying on his side facing her while aftershocks still made her shiver and she fought to catch her breath. “What was that?” She finally managed.

“Pleasure of the highest form a human body can have.” He responded. “Otherwise known as a climax.”

“Does that… can you too?”

He laughed in amusement. “Yes. Everyone can.” If he had it his way, she’d never know that many women never had one because their husbands were either too inept or impatient. At least she wouldn’t know from her own experience.

Rhaenyra took him by surprise when she tilted her face up and her lips crashed on his, her fingers tangling in his hair. If you had asked her what she was doing, she would have said she didn’t know, only that it felt right. Surprised or not, however, Daemon didn’t hesitate to respond in kind, pulling her body flush against him, her hair falling over his arms as they wrapped around her.

She tasted what she realized must be the wetness between her legs that he had licked. It was strange but not unpleasant, so her tongue darted into his mouth to find his. She felt one arm stay locked tightly around her back, but the other loosened and he started to run his hand over her skin, caressing everywhere it came into contact with until he reached her breast and began to stroke its peak amidst their kiss.

She hooked her knee around his hip and brought him so close it took all his restraint not to take her immediately. He resisted the impulse, instead focusing on the delicious feeling of his cock pressed against her stomach and the kiss they shared and the swell of her breast under his hand. Even resisting the urge, he could feel the first of his pre-cum bead at his head and then slide down his length, followed by more. He ignored it for now. Instead, he touched and kissed her over and over through long minutes of pleasure. He took a long time kissing and touching her before he eased her onto her back, and she gazed up at him.

≪You’re sure?≫ He surprised even himself with his question.

≪I am.≫

His mouth tilted down to meet hers again in response. He slid his finger down her chest, over her stomach and between her legs making her shiver. He dipped it through her folds to make sure she was still quite wet and was pleased with what he found. He drew his finger back up and put it in his mouth, sucking it. He was pleased when the action made Rhaenyra gasp in a sharp breath and her eyes darken more with desire. She had liked that. He would remember.

She remembered how he had had her part her legs before he pleasured her, and she moved to do the same again. She felt his hand catch her knee gently and guide her legs further apart this time since his whole body and not just his face needed to fit. It felt strange to lie there with her legs wide open, her most private places exposed. She was not nervous of it, not with Daemon, but had to admit how strange it felt.

He gazed down at her open body and could have growled in pleasure. Especially the way her folds were spread so he could see her cunt, gleaming with arousal, waiting for him. Careful. He reminded himself. He could not get carried away with her. Slow and steady was what she needed from him, and that was what he would give her. But to say he wasn’t extremely anxious to get inside her… So he wasted no time positioning himself between her legs.

He could see she was holding her breath. That wouldn’t work. “I need you to breathe, and try to relax your muscles. I know it’s difficult, but it will be less uncomfortable if you can do that for me.” His voice was gentle and calm, and she found out some of that wore off onto her. Of course, inside he was a raging torrent of need, his cock now freely leaking and so hard it was almost uncomfortable. But she didn’t need to know about his impatience or desperation. One hand supported his weight and the other was free. Rhaenyra linked her fingers in it while the others found a place in his hair. “I’m going to go very slow.” He told her.

He aligned their bodies correctly and then pressed a little inside her, not much at all. But it was enough for him to feel that she hadn’t lost her maidenhead flying. He felt it tear a bit, but tried to be very careful and stopped there even though his head wasn’t all the way inside her.

Rhaenyra’s face scrunched a little but she did her best to take a breath. That had been uncomfortable definitely. She clenched her fingers tighter in his while he slowly pushed in a bit more until the full head of his cock was inside her, then stopped, trying to give her time to adjust. Even just with his tip inside her, she felt too full, too stretched. Her muscles didn’t feel like they would stretch anymore, and she began to be afraid he wouldn’t be able to get any further inside her. Her eyes were wide, unsure.

≪Shh.≫ He soothed. ≪Your body just needs a moment.≫ He used their language, and he could tell that it helped some.

He waited a few moments and then pressed in a little further. She was so tight around him that he wondered if it had just been that long since he had been willing to couple with a maiden or if she was truly tighter than others. He was surprised that his concern for her was such that the pleasure of having her tight heat around him was pushed to the back of his mind to appreciate later.

≪No more is going to fit.≫ She whispered, sure of that. ≪It’s too tight.≫ She couldn’t describe the feeling as sheer pain. It wasn’t. But it felt like a burning stretch and like there was too much inside her with a huge amount of pressure. This was nothing like his two fingers.

≪Breathe, loosen.≫ He reminded her, his voice soothing, like a balm for her too tight cunt.

Daemon released the hand he had been using to hold himself up and let his knees balance him instead. He reached down and slowly began rubbing her clit very gently while he began to press himself further in. Rhaenyra mewled, a mixture of pleasure and burning. But it was helping. Gently, he kept rubbing small, soft circles on her while sliding himself inside so very slowly. He saw her close her eyes and her hand was so tight in his that her knuckles were white, but now she was doing what he had said, breathing slow and relaxing her muscles as best she could. Finally, he was all the way inside her, their hips flush now. “There.” He murmured.

She opened her eyes and looked down to see that, indeed, his entire cock was inside of her. And it wasn’t as painful as she had believed it was going to be. Her skin still burned and her muscles ached from being stretched so much to take him. The pressure was intense. But he had been true when he said he would not hurt her. She wasn’t in pain. She let out a slightly relieved sigh. She felt that the worst was over, though she was not quite sure how to imagine that this would be enjoyable.

Daemon read her body for its cues, not letting his instincts to move have their way. Her body needed time. But he did start to rock ever so slightly, hoping the distraction would be helpful and pleasurable. His cock was barely moving inside her, but as sensitive as she would be just now, it would feel like much more. And it did.

Rhaenyra let her head fall back again mewling in a more positive way this time as he rocked ever so slightly. The movement gave her mind something to attach onto and focus on beyond laying there waiting for her body to adjust. He leaned down and captured her lips in a gentle kiss. Slowly, a bit at a time, he increased the rocking to a slow pace. He didn’t test moving in and out of her yet. That would come soon. For the moment, he just rocked. “Move your hips with mine,” He encouraged.

That instruction changed the game entirely. As she began to match the rhythm he had set, tiny waves of pleasure began to pass through her. The tight, uncomfortable pressure was still there, but she could ignore it in favor of the delicious feelings that came when they moved together.

“Good…” He said softly, recognizing the expression on her face when she first started to find her pleasure. He rocked back and forth with her until he was certain that the pleasure was more intense than her discomfort. Only then did he slowly, carefully, start thrusting a little bit. He barely pulled out any, making each thrust small and careful. But his careful preparation of her meant that her body was ready for the next step and was starting to accept him more eagerly now.

He could feel the breath catching in her chest and the frantic rhythm of her heart as he set a slow rhythm sliding about half out of her and then back in each time. And the more he did, the more her face was turning to bliss. She could not lie and say she was perfectly comfortable, but what he was doing now felt very good. Especially when his free hand took her hip and pressed her back into an arch guiding her to match his movements the way she had done when they were rocking together. Except this felt even better.

Now, he could tell she was truly enjoying this, and that gave Daemon permission to think about how fucking good her cunt felt around his cock. He had to take some steady breaths to keep his body calm lest he be premature in the outcome. That… would be extremely embarrassing, and he was quite determined that was not going to happen. He directed his focus back onto just how good moving with her felt. But he did not get carried away and kept only moving about half out. That was plenty for her first experience. He liked watching her in her pleasure. She was free and uninhibited. Her face was open to him, showing her emotions and how good she felt. He would remember it. It would haunt his dreams and leave him waking up hard for months — he already knew that.

“More, please!” She managed. Rhaenyra had no idea what more was and wasn’t even sure she had even said it out loud and that it hadn’t just been in her mind.

Daemon smirked slightly at her request and slid his hand between them to find her clit and begin thumbing it in the same pace they were moving together. And now she really found pleasure as she freely, even if quietly, let out moans and whimpers and gasps at the combination of him moving inside her, of them moving together, and him pleasuring her in that so-very-sensitive place. Her desperate reactions told him that if he kept doing it, he could get her to come again for him. That would make him rather pleased with himself if he could get her to during her first time. So, that was his new goal as he kept fingering her.

They moved together, writhing, as one. Restlessly, their lips met and parted, met again. Their tongues danced and tangled the way their bodies did. The closer and closer she came to her peak, the more her muscles tightened around him. It was a delicious feeling, utterly amazing.

≪I only want you.≫

Her words caught Daemon completely off guard. So much that he actually stopped moving for a moment until she let out a complaining whine that set him to action again even as his mind whirled around like a toy top. What did she mean by that? She wanted to marry him? That had been what he was angling for, had been the purpose for this whole plan even though somewhere along the way the plan had taken a sharp turn into just-really-wanting-this-with-her-and-to-hell-with-the-actual-plan territory. He would hardly be the first Targaryen to have two wives. And, as far as he was concerned, Rhea could stay in the Vale and do whatever in the seven hells she wanted. But was that what Rhaenyra was telling him? Would he have an unexpected ally in winning Viserys over to his plan?

And the words came without his needing to think about them.

≪Then I am yours.≫

Those words it seemed pushed her over the edge and Daemon growled in utter ecstasy as her muscles clenched down around his cock so hard it almost hurt and was amazing at the same time. She was so tight he had to still thrusting inside her and could only rock against her as she let out delicious moans falling through obvious bliss, her second climax building on the first.

When her muscles had loosened some, he was able to resume the way he was gently thrusting inside her. Through every moment he kept himself aware that no matter how much she was clearly enjoying this now, it was still her first experience and if he was not careful, it would go back to being uncomfortable for her. Her body was still shivering with aftershocks, and he realized that somehow, the hand she had been holding onto was still locked in his, their fingers intwined tightly. He liked that.

Rhaenyra was somehow surprised that he was still rocking and thrusting inside her when she came back from the bliss of her pleasure. But she remembered when she had asked him if he could feel the same pleasure and quickly realized that was what he was chasing now. She didn’t hesitate to start moving with him again, matching his pace.

Daemon groaned softly when she started moving again, thank the gods Old, New, and Valyrian. He had been hard a long time now and desperately wanted his release. And it was close. He could feel how heavy his balls were getting, could feel how tight the muscles were beneath his stomach and in the very core of him, could feel his senses starting to sharpen. For a moment, he considered whether he ought to pull out of her. But then he realized if he put a babe in her belly all it would do was further tie Viserys’s hands into giving him what he wanted. Not to mention, he liked the idea of filling Rhaenyra with his seed, claiming her in that way. The thought of it and how close he was made his rhythm a little more erratic now though still gentle enough. She didn’t seem to mind the change.

And she didn’t mind it. There was something extremely attractive about watching Daemon chase his pleasure atop her, inside her. That attraction surely born of understanding exactly how good it felt when it happened to her. She wanted him to feel that too. She enjoyed watching his pleasure move across his face and how he couldn’t stop making groaning and gasping sounds that made her shiver all through.

So close, was all his mind could think. He could feel the head of his cock swell. Could feel that moment where he passed the point of no return. Then there was the first contraction of his muscles and with the second one his climax hit him full force and with each one seed spurted inside her. “Rhaenyra…” He groaned. It was quiet but present, and he felt her hand tighten around his when she heard it. He felt like he came forever. Again and again he felt more seed fill her. It was the most intense climax he had had in a long time, maybe ever. Finally it ended, and he felt utterly spent. He slipped out of her and rolled onto his back, pulling her to rest on his chest as his body still spasmed with aftershocks. He buried his face into her hair and tried to get his breathing back under control.

Finally, he had the presence of mind to ask, “Are you all right? Tell me true.”

Her fingers stroked against his skin. “Yes.” She felt a little sore and uncomfortably stretched even with him out of her now, but it wasn’t concerning to her. She sensed it would pass on its own. And she felt so many other things too. Pleasure, contentment, safety… things she had rarely felt in the past few years. Rarely felt since her mother died, her father married her closest friend, and everything changed. She didn’t think on those things now though. She only thought of Daemon. She remembered what she had said to him and she remembered what he had said back. She wasn’t sure how that was going to look, but she was determined she would make it happen.

She stayed there with him not moving. Her head was on his chest as she listened to his heartbeat. She felt his cum all over her legs. Somehow, Rhaenyra had never considered that it wasn’t going to all stay inside. An impish grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. “You didn’t tell me fucking was so messy.”

Daemon let out a laugh. “Fucking is messy.”

Rhaenyra smacked him playfully. “I realize that now thank you.”

“When I can bring myself to stop holding you, I’ll find some water to clean us up. But I don’t anticipate that to be anytime soon.”

Her lips tugged into a smile and she snuggled closer into him. He was right. That could come later. Now, she just wanted him close. Her hand traced along his chest and side. “Come back with me.” She whispered softly.

Daemon shifted, putting his fingers under her chin to lift it so she would meet his eyes. “That’s playing a dangerous game.”

It would put her right in the crossfire if there was any kind of a confrontation were they to be caught by word getting back to Viserys sooner than he wished — not that he didn’t know he was fully capable of protecting her if need be. Still.

“I don’t care.” She responded, her eyes staring straight into his.

Daemon stared at her and felt his desire flare even when it had just been sated a moment ago. “Does that mean I can have you again?”

“Yes.” She responded, her eyes glittering and her mouth tugged into a slight smile while her skin was still rosy in color from what they had done, from showing their feelings for one another even though words had not been put to those yet — might not be for a long time yet. But they were there, and both of them knew that they would grow.

“Well then… I suppose it would be irresponsible of me not to see you safely back to your rooms….” He pressed another soft kiss on her swollen mouth. She was his now. And he wasn’t letting go.