They had kissed each other again.
Finally, after so many years, they found themselves together again after so long apart.
It had been 10 long years since they last saw or spoke to one another, The funeral of Lady Laena at Driftmark being their reunion. Daemon had walked off from the event early, and Rhaenyra had followed him.
She had opened up to him then, and had spoken her truth to him. That she wanted him. That she desired him. That she was no longer a child. And then, they had kissed.
Daemon felt his nieces heart thumping wildly in her chest, mirroring the wicked beat of his own. She was soft under his touch, his hands reaching up to caress her face. She made a soft noise in response and tried to step closer to him, pressing herself against him. He bit her lip softly before stepping away. She followed him, trying to snatch his lips into another kiss, and he cracked a smile before turning his head away, watching her open her eyes in confusion.
He took her by the hand , smiling along as he guided her to walk up the grassy hill, not wanting to stay on the open beach any longer. She wanted him. Rhaenyra choose him. It wasn't a dream, he didn't force her to choose this. She came to him on her own. And chose him. Wanted him.
All he's ever wanted was his family's love, their approval. Wished that they wouldn't want him to change. Dreamed that they would love him for who he is.
His brother, King Viserys, never let him become the Hand, he never let Daemon by his side. No, the king kept banishing him to the far reaches of the kingdom. Daemon finally left for ten years, to the farthest corners he could go, east as esos would take them. But even Laena knew the truth. That he belonged here. In the fold.
He longed for a sense of belonging. To be apart of his family. His Targaryen history. In the ways of Old Valyria. He buried himself into books on his ancestral heritage, wanting to be closer to his family's dynasty. He also frequently obsessed over letters from Rhaenyra, hearing of her life but sending none of his own in return.
His first marriage to the bronze bitch was nothing but a farce, ordered by the king and queen before them. He never consummated that arrangement. Never wanted to be paired off to someone not of his own choosing. What had become of her was a happy accident for him. But when he returned to kings landing, freshly unwed , his lovely niece was since betrothed to another.
A pity. Daemon kept his anger in check by bedding the next closest dragon rider, which happened to be Laena Velaryon. He found some semblance of happiness for a time with Laena. He took her all across the narrow sea as far as they could go. Hoping to rid himself of this nagging feeling in his chest. The longing in his heart. He bore children with Laena and was able to pretend for just a while that everything was fine.
But it wasn't fine. Laena knew herself, that this wasn't the man she married.
All of that was but history now, and a new future with Rhaenyra was seemingly just within his grasp. If he dared hope…
Daemon ushered Rhaenyra up the grassy hills and towards the many dragons sleeping across the island of Driftmark. He spied the dark splotch of red of his dragon and guided his niece to it. Rhaenyra's hand felt warm in his grasp, and he squeezed her.
"Caraxes and ..Syrax?" She questioned, seeing her own golden beast lay next to the red counterpart. "I had not ever seen them this close together before."
The two dragons were spiraling around one another, almost using each other's bodies to hold up their looming heads, their necks long enough to encircle eachother. Daemon pulled Rhaenyra to walk in between the two giant creatures, placing his hand on Caraxes to help his princess over their hulking tail , calming his dragon in the same step.
The pair then stood in the center of their dragons, the sheer size of the creatures making them tall as castle walls around them, shielding them from the wind and breeze of driftmarks seas. The dragons hovered their heads over them both, watching their riders with bemused and curious expressions. Rhaenyra watched both of the dragons move and make their noises, whilst smiling and feeling safe within their presence.
Daemon brought her attention back down to him, holding her hands in his own, her palms and fingers soft in his touch. He stared into her violet eyes and ran his thumbs over the backs of her hands.
She was at the center of a dragon pit with the true dragon himself in her grasp. With Daemon at her side , she felt a sense of strength she had long since forgotten about. He made her feel stronger, powerful, desired and wanted. He truly looked at her and saw her as she was.
She leaned up on her toes, and brought her lips closer to his , a breaths width away, while looking into his eyes. She desired him too. She longed for him. In every letter she wrote to him, in every look she sent his way, in every twist and pull of the necklace he had given her long ago at her neck , she longed for him. The only other person on this earth that knows of her truth. The only other person of her blood that can share her fire. She had longed for that fire and blood of her Targaryen history. She had long since known her ancestors betrothals to one another. And she longed to do the same with him. To follow in her Targaryen birth rights. That they may rule this land together one day, as Queen and King Consort. That one day their children might share the same shade of silver hair and violet eyes. She felt a fire in her stir at the thought. Children with Daemon….. Her Rouge Prince.
Rhaenyra closed the gap between them with a kiss, and Daemon was on her, his hands reaching around her, encapsulating her in his arms. She made a happy noise and he almost purred back in satisfaction.
The two looming dragons around them felt at ease with the sight of this dance, the giant creatures resting their heads upon each others scaly backs, coiling together tighter , Further Protecting their riders from the outside world as They watched their riders sing their mating song together.
Daemon started to unthread the princesses gown, untying the loops and pulling the garment down her chest. He kissed her now naked neckline. "You're not wearing it?" He questioned.
She faltered. "I…" She knew what he was asking. "it's sitting in my jewelry compartment at Dragonstone. I didn't think it appropriate to wear on … this occasion…"
He silenced her with more kisses at her throat. She tilted her head up as her breath came out in little puffs. Her hands trembling as she reached to his tunic.
Daemon stepped back and removed the laces of his top, removing the garment from his shoulders in one swoop. Rhaenyra looked wide eyed as she placed her hands back onto his chest, tracing some of his deep scars there.
They both slowly knelt to the ground as they continued to kiss each other, falling to their knees before one another. Daemons hands so gentle on her body. He moved to kiss at her exposed neck and the hallow of her throat, and she moaned and gasped into his ear, kissing his temple.
"Daemon," she whispered, breathlessly, a silent plea, and Daemon nodded.
He grabbed his forgotten tunic , and placed it open on the ground below them, as some sort of covering . He urged Rhaenyra to lay back onto it, kissing her deeply as she went. He would never tire from the taste of her lips upon his.
Seeing her lying there, waiting for him, sent a new wave of desire into Daemon. He wanted nothing more then to take the gown hiding her skin off of her body. Rhaenyra could tell as much with his lingering touch on the bodice.
"Here let me," she spoke and gently pushed him away so she could sit back up. She reached behind and pulled more at the cords, feeling the corset bodice come loose, and she could deeply breath again.
Daemon took a deep breath himself as he watched the fabric come loose, watching the dress fall away from Rhaenyra. She pulled it down under her breasts, and Daemon bit his lip while he stared at her with all his intensity. She blushed but didn't stop, lifting her bottom to pull the dress away finally, down her legs. She lightly folded the dress once, and tossed it away from them both, hoping it wouldn't be too dirtied when she would need to redress. Hopefully the smell of dragons on the fabric would hide anything from anyone else.
Rhaenyra sat on Daemon's opened tunic, in nothing but her small clothes and red stockings. Golden jewels on her ears and fingers glittering on her skin under the moonlight. Daemon hadn't realized how late it had gotten, until the full moon was directly over head, illuminating them both in the bright glow.
"Beautiful," Daemon murmured and he ached to be beside her again, wanting their mouths to lock together in their dance once more. He moved to her, but she held a hand up.
"I am almost completely naked, Uncle. It would only be fair, if you were to undress as well." She smiled coyly, teasing.
Daemon smirked at her. Feeling Proud that she was telling him exactly what she wanted. She was the one in control of this moment. And he would do as his Princess commanded. He reached down to his trousers, and untied the laces there while watching Rhaenyra. Watching how her chest heaved with every breath, her breasts full and peaked nipples begging to be bitten and suckled. Had she stopped nursing her youngest yet? He idly wondered how his sweet princess would taste on his tongue. Daemon stood and all but ripped the pants away from him, standing before his niece in all his naked glory. Rhaenyra looked at him hungrily as he knelt back down, ready to be closer to her.
"Do I please you, my sweet niece?" He asked her , bringing his lips back to her jaw. She nodded against him, her hands wrapping eagerly around his back.
"Yes. You are just as handsome and as beautiful as I imagined you'd be, my uncle." She teased back, the incestuous nature of the relationship sparking deeper and darker flames within them. A pride inside them that reminded them both of Aegon the Conqueror, and how they were upholding his ancient traditions.
Daemon captured her lips with his own, moaning with her as he brought his hands to her small clothes. He pulled them down her legs , taking her stockings with them. Daemon wanted them both to be as bare as they could, naked underneath the stars and sky. Beneath the old gods and the new. Ones of old Valyria , and any others they did not know.
He finally looked upon her and felt his breath catch in his chest, at the sight of her beauty. Rhaenyra presenting herself to him , opening up not only her body but her heart as well. She began to feel shy under his intense stare, and so she beckoned him to her.
"Daemon," she spoke and brought her hands to his shoulder, wanting to pull him back in for another kiss.
Daemon smiled , feeling joyous "Rhaenyra…" they kissed again, and Daemon moved his hips to hers, rubbing himself against her open thighs , teasing her with what was to come.
His hands never left her body, caressing her soft skin, touching places he hadn't before. He cupped both her breasts into his large hands, feeling the weight of them in his palms, before beginning to suckle at her nipples. Rhaenyra mewled in response , her eyes sliding closed as she held her lover closer.
Daemon had felt he had teased her enough, nibbling and kissing at her flesh as he traveled down her navel. He held her gaze as he kissed every inch of her skin. She tried to catch her breath , feeling the burning fire rage each time Daemon caught her eyes in his gaze.
Daemon kissed her cunt and she let her head fall back in bliss. He tongued her there, his eyes locked onto her face as he tasted her fruit. She whined and shook with each pass of his tongue on her small red bud, his lips teasing and kissing at her folds. He brought his hands up to spread her center wider, devouring her cunt like he was a starving man whom was granted a feast fit for a king.
"Oh! Daemon!" She cried, her hands tangling into his silver locks, as his tongue did wicked things to her cunt. It felt wondrous, but this wasn't where she wanted him. She pulled at his hair, urging him to let up on his assault of her sweet cunt and he sighed as he was pulled away, his lips reddened from over use. She kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips.
"Daemon," she whispered in between their kisses, "I need you, please…" she wiggled her hips up to meet his, hoping he would close the space between them.
Their dragons felt like furnaces all around them, sheltering the pair of riders from the cold and windy weathers of Driftmark. All Rhaenyra could see at that moment was the dragons, the starry sky above them, and Daemon. Her true love. She placed a hand over his racing heart , as he readied himself above her.
Daemon rubbed the head of his cock into the slit of her cunt and they both moaned at the sensation, Rhaenyra spreading her legs more to beckon him inside.
He felt her slick arousal pool at her center, and he bit his lip in concentration, rubbing his cock in her juices, watching their sexes collide. With her cunt all spread opened for him, he gave light thrusts as he worked his cock in her folds, not penetrating her sweet hole just yet. He wanted to savor this. Commit it to memory, how Rhaenyra shook and quivered beneath him, her cunt fluttering open around nothing, wishing for his cock to fill the void. To satisfy the need deep inside her.
Daemon could feel the slick of his manhood against her wet sex. He rutted against her harder, rubbing her small clit as he dragged their skin together. She whined and held on to his neck and back. Fingers threading into his silver hair. She pulled him down, wanting to capture his lips again.
"Daemon, please," she pleaded in between their kisses, their mouths hot and red from the bruising. "I want you, Daemon. Please, make love with me." She looked at him with watery eyes, feeling overwhelmed with it all.
Daemon breathed with her, their chests heaving and hearts racing. He reached his hand up to thumb a tear away from her cheek.
"Rhaenyra…" He couldn't stop himself from kissing her again. With one hand on her waist, and the other on his cock, he aligned himself with her center once again. He rubbed the head of his prick into her, gently, remembering to himself that she had recently delivered a child not too long ago, and was probably still healing. He bit his lip thinking about it. The tip of his cock slipping into her cunt and she moaned, clenching around it. The hand on her hip tightened.
His niece was no longer the little girl he remembered, but now was a woman grown. He had always thought Rhaenyra beautiful, but now, after having her 3 children, she had filled out her womanly figure quite nicely. Her hips had widened with childbirth and her breast had gotten larger, of course to feed those babes. But she had also gained a nice bit of weight to her, she was always such a tiny thing before. Now , she was everything a woman should be. Pleasantly plumped from childbirth, and possibly ready to be filled with more….
… Filled with his children…….. ? his seed inside of her womb?
The mere thought…..
He pressed into her fully, feeling her warm velvety cunt accept him with little resistance, and Rhaenyra gasped at being filled properly once again. Not since Harwin… She let out a breathy moan as Daemon rolled his hips into hers. Her mind only filled with thoughts of her Rouge Prince now. Her uncle and now lover. She never wanted to be without this man again. Never wanted to experience that sort of grief again.
The pair continued their dance, their songs of soft moans and sharp cries lilting high into the moonlit sky. The dragons felt pleased that their riders dance was proving successful.
Daemon thrusted deeply into Rhaenyra's body, felt her shiver and quake around him. He held onto her tightly, wanting to sink himself as deep as he could into his princess. His future Queen. He felt his balls tighten , the pleasure becoming white hot.
Rhaenyra whimpered, the wetness inside of her growing. She could hear the sounds of their skin slapping together , but the blood rushing in her head was even louder.
"Daemon! Yes, my love," she mumbled breathlessly , almost incoherently , but Daemon heard her. He snatched her up in a kiss so fierce as he put all he had into his thrusts, lifting her bottom up to meet his hips, feeling the inside of her cunt squeeze around him.
"Rhaenyra… Rhaenyra…" he chanted, chasing their pleasure to the highest peak. She cried out in ecstasy and scratched his back with her nails, her head falling forward as she felt her orgasm throughout her body. Her cunt fluttered and squeezed the rouge princes cock and he shuttered, lost in it. His cock began to spill inside of her, and he breathed a long deep sigh of relief into her hair.
She mewled feeling his hot seed shoot inside of her, coating her walls. She prayed in that moment, just like the Younger Lady Alicent taught her, and prayed to any gods out there, new and old alike , that this union between her and Daemon would bare them a healthy child.
Daemon fell into her, his cock slipping out, but he didn't leave her. He curled into her, his head on her chest, hearing her racing heartbeat with his own ears. The most beautiful sound… it lulled him.
Rhaenyra ran a shaky hand through Daemons wet locks, combing them out. They both let themselves catch their breaths, basking in the glow of their Union. The air still hot from their mating. And the night still young.
After a long moment, daemon began to dislodge himself from their embrace, but Rhaenyra placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Daemon," The Princess began, with all the strength she could muster, not wanting this moment to ever end.
"I want you to marry me. I want you to become my prince consort. With you at my side, our claim to rule will be stronger." She spoke this all in High Valyrian. The exotic language a secret code between them both.
Daemon was taken aback. She still desired a marriage with him? He felt awed. And proud. But there was still obstacles in their way. Things that need be taken care of…
"You are still married to Ser Laenor, My Princess." As much as they desired, there were still rules to uphold.
"If we were to wed, Ser Laenor would have to die." Daemon spoke this plainly, undisturbed by the talk of killing a man, as if it were an every day occurrence for him.
They were quiet for a long moment, before Daemon turned his gaze back up to look upon her. She looked serious, lost in her thoughts. He reached up and brushed her hair away from her face and she looked at him with a new determination.
"I know." Was all she said.
Daemon smiled in response.
She truly was, his twin flame.