I would warn you about the heavy adult content... but let's be real. Here you are, reading House of the Dragon incest fanfiction. This is probably what you came for.

He relaxes against her as his hands come to rest on the back of her head. She presses kisses to his mouth, to his cheeks, to his temples. Kissing him stings her lip where the cut from the ceremony heals, but she cares not.

"Rhaenyra," he breathes.

"Let me show you," she says, kissing him again, "how loved you are."

The princess tugs at the fabric of his collar, spreading it with her hands so she can kiss his chest, and she hears him chuckle.

"Rhaenyra," he says again, gripping her hair and turning her face to look up at him, "as much as I enjoy your efforts, I have already had my satisfaction. The night on the bridge," he says with a smirk that makes her clench, "as made clear," he murmurs, running his hand from her breast to her belly, "by the result."

Her lips part.

His hands find her waist, and suddenly she is on her back looking up at him. His eyes are dark in the starlight. "Now it is your turn," he says, as she shudders with anticipation. "And there is nothing," he says softly, "in the world I should desire more than to watch you squirm beneath me."

He kisses her deeply then, his hands running through her hair. They both wince slightly as the kiss threatens to open the wounds upon their lips, yet neither of them pulls away. Rhaenyra clings to his muscled shoulders as she drowns in her desire for him.

Daemon presses his forehead to hers, catching his breath. "You say this is your first true wedding night," he pants. "Let me show you, Rhaenyra, just how good I can make you feel."

He grinds against her as he kisses her neck, making her gasp.

His lips find her ear. "Let me give this to you."

"Yes," she breathes, "Daemon, show me."

He captures her earlobe between his teeth.

"Oh, Gods," she sighs.

He kisses her again and she grips his hair, pulling him close. His thumbs wipe her cheeks. She had not known she was weeping. He presses kisses to her temples. "I am here," he murmurs, "I am here."

"I am sorry," she whispers.

"Don't be."

"I want you," she insists.

"I know," he says with a soft smile, his eyes twinkling in the starlight as he beholds her. "Let's get you out of these clothes."

"Yes"

He sits back on his knees and so does she, so they are eye to eye. "Not the most flattering dress I have worn," she jests.

"You are beautiful," Daemon says, "in everything."

Rhaenyra looks down at the sand, flushing. Like a maiden, she thinks to herself. When she raises her gaze to his she sees that his eyes are gentle. She unfastens her leather vest as he watches her and she lets it fall from her shoulders. Daemon does the same.

She takes a breath and lifts her tunic over herself. She is naked beneath it. Rhaenyra shivers in the moonlight as her lord husband's eyes rake over her body.

"Beautiful," he murmurs.

Rhaenyra moves toward him and pulls his own tunic from him, tossing it to the side. Don't look down, she thinks to herself and stifles a laugh. It has been inside her and yet the thought of looking at his cock makes her blush.

"What amuses you, princess?" murmurs Daemon in her ear.

"It is nothing," she says. "You make me nervous tonight. I know not why."

"You know not why?" he breathes against her as his hand finds her breast, lightly twisting her nipple between his fingers.

"I – "

"You're quite sure?" he asks again, rubbing his thumb over the raised peak.

"Daemon," she breathes.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes"

"Good," he says and kisses her again. The pain from her lower lip radiates to her core, and she clenches.

She draws her hand down to his cock, warm and ready in her palm, making him twitch against her.

"Not yet, Rhaenyra," he murmurs, "don't rush. We have all night."

"I want you.'

"And you shall have me," he says softly, "but first, I want to touch you, Rhaenyra," he says, sliding his hand between her legs. "I want to taste you. I want to learn you – what makes you cry out."

His thumb strokes her inner thigh.

"Lie back," he says to her and guides her down so he is once again hovering atop her. "I'm going to kiss you now," he says, "from your neck. To your belly. All the way down to the place between your legs."

Rhaenyra releases a shaky breath and closes her eyes.

She feels his lips against her neck as he trails from her collarbone to her abdomen, pausing at her breasts to take each nipple into his mouth as she arches against him. His hands glide over the slight swelling of her belly. "A son, you say?" he asks, his eyes gleaming in the starlight.

Rhaenyra nods, breathless.

Daemon kisses her navel and readjusts himself so that he lies between her parted thighs. "Lie back," he commands again, running his fingers softly through the blonde thatch of curls that live there. Rhaenyra trembles against him. She cannot help it. "Close your eyes," her husband says again, and she does.

Rhaenyra feels his breath on her and clutches at the fabric she lies upon. She feels his lips press against the crook of her inner thigh, and then she feels his tongue between her legs as he kisses her there.

She cries out.

Daemon holds her hips in place, slowly tasting her as she squirms beneath him.

"Gods," she sighs, "Daemon"

He raises his head, just for a moment. Rhaenyra's eyes flutter open and she sees his smirk as he drags a slow finger over her folds. She lies back down upon the blankets, staring up at the starry heavens. Yet before long, she begins to feel awkward as she lies upon her back. She props herself up again. "Lie back, Rhaenyra," Daemon murmurs, kissing her inner thigh. "We have time."

Her eyes flutter closed and she loses herself in the sensation of it. His finger teases her entrance as she quivers against him.

How long has he been pleasuring me? Rhaenyra asks herself. Surely, he must be tiring. "Daemon," she says, "I want you inside me."

He slides a finger into her and curls it upward, making her moan.

"Daemon," she says again, "you need not spend all night with your head between my legs."

"I assure you, Rhaenyra," he says with a smirk, "I am where I wish to be."

He kisses her there once more and she cries out.

"Close your eyes, Rhaenyra," he murmurs and she does. "I am here," he says softly, kissing her inner thigh. "I am here," he says again, "and we shall do this all night. Until you beg me to stop."

He slides a second finger into her as she shudders with pleasure.

"Give into it," he breathes. "Let me make you come undone."

He is here with me, Rhaenyra thinks to herself, He has chosen to be here, to bind himself to me, and he now makes me his.

As if reading her mind, Daemon begins to speak whilst he strokes the inside of her. "You shall tire long before me. I plan on taking you every which way I have been imagining all these years."

Rhaenyra cries out as he gently sucks her folds into his mouth.

"You taste like honey," he murmurs, removing his fingers before sliding them back in. "So tight you are, my girl. I can't wait to press my cock inside you."

She gasps, clenching around his fingers.

"That's my girl," he breathes, coaxing the pleasure out of her as she trembles in the moonlight.

Rhaenyra feels a tightening in her belly.

"That's it," he murmurs, rubbing his thumb against her raised flesh. She feels him blowing against her softly, making her twitch, before his hot mouth is upon her. He swirls his tongue against the spot he'd been teasing with his thumb as he curls his fingers inside her.

She feels the undertow dragging at her feet as the wave approaches. Rhaenyra clenches her fists as it rushes toward her. It is too much – it shall crush her! She tries to push Daemon off her, yet he holds her hips in place, drawing the pleasure out of her and intensifying it with his fingers and his tongue. The wave crests above her now, the white foam curling over her, and Rhaenyra knows she will not escape it. She shall cling to her lord husband and trust him to carry her through it.

Her resistance shatters and she comes undone against him. She trembles and cries as she rides it out, her hands clutching desperately at Daemon's hair. Her toes curl and he coaxes her through a second, larger wave. Pleasure courses through Rhaenyra's whole body, originating between her legs and flowing outward through her extremities. She cries out at the intensity of it, squeezing her eyes shut, tears leaking from behind her closed eyes, as Daemon gently guides her back to land.

When she returns to herself, he is gazing at her with a tenderness that makes her turn her head.

"I am sorry," she says.

"Rhaenyra," he breathes, taking her face between his hands, "you are beautiful."

"Daemon," she sighs as he guides her onto her back. He kisses her cheeks as she laughs in the darkness, and then he is inside her.

Her lips part, and so do his, she sees, as he fills her. Again and again he takes her. His pace gentle yet insistent as he kisses her. Is this what it's like? she muses to herself. She had not known. She had not known it could be like this.

"I wish to ride you," she breathes and he pauses to look at her. "Please, Daemon. I've had mine, now, let me love you."

He stares at her, his pupils black in the moonlight.

"Let me love you," she says again, and he lets her flip them over so she lies atop him. They both shudder as he flexes inside her. She presses kisses to his temples to help him relax. I took him roughly in this position and then fled, she thinks to herself. She shall make love to him slowly. She shall kiss him until he softens. She shall be patient with him as he was with her. She shall hold him through it as he shudders beneath her and she will lie with him after, naked under the stars, without throwing her clothes about herself and leaving him alone in the moonlight. He is hers as she is his. She sees that now and tears come to her eyes once more as she looks at him.

"What is it?" he asks her.

"I am thinking," she begins, not knowing where her sentence will lead, "how much I should enjoy married life, if I can lie with you nightly under the stars."

He says nothing, yet she can see the light returning to his eyes.