Rhaenyra woke up. She heard birds chirping outside. Sunlight spilled through the windows. Ah, this was nice.
She was in her own bed, naked beneath the covers. But she couldn't feel anyone next to her.
Hm.
Rhaenyra slowly sat upright. She automatically pulled the sheets against her naked chest, even though the room was-
"Good morning," a voice spoke. "How was your wedding night, Princess?"
"Daemon?"
Was she dreaming?
Daemon stopped at the front of her bed. "Good morning."
"Where's my Lord Husband?" Rhaenyra asked.
"Taking a morning walk," Daemon said. "I heard you're trying to get me engaged to Laena."
He casually leaned against one of her bedposts.
Rhaenyra shifted her grip on the sheets. She felt very vulnerable, with Daemon standing there fully dressed (in black, obviously).
"I just thought…"
"Smart move," Daemon said. "We need to secure the Velaryons."
Rhaenyra bit her lip. "I don't like it though. I would have preferred sharing this bed with you."
"We cannot," Daemon said. "You know that. If your children come out with milky white skin, people will ask questions."
"I know that," Rhaenyra pouted. "I'm not a child."
Daemon avoided her eyes.
"What?" she demanded.
"How was your wedding night?" Daemon repeated.
Now, it was her turn to look away. "We did not consummate the marriage."
"Princess-"
"It wasn't my fault. He couldn't get it up."
"Have you tried turning around and pretending to be a boy?"
Rhaenyra tossed a pillow at his head. He dodged it.
"It's not my fault," she insisted. "The man needs to reach climax in order to conceive a child. The gods must have-"
"We cannot afford to lose any time. Without an heir, your claim to the throne-"
Rhaenyra lowered the covers, exposing her naked chest to him.
"You better get to it then," she told him.
"It has to be Laenor," Daemon insisted.
"I tried, it didn't work."
"Well try again," Daemon snapped.
Rhaenyra sighed. "Can you get it up for Laena?"
"What?"
"Can you squirt a baby into her belly?"
Daemon shook his head. "What are you-"
"My child will inherit the Iron Throne. If they name Laena heir to Driftmark, and you provide her with a child…"
"My children would be Targaryens."
"And when they inherit Driftmark, they can take the name Velaryon. Just like my child will become a Targaryen when they ascend the Iron Throne."
"People would-"
"Let them whisper. If anyone speaks out we will have their tongues. Once you marry Leana, we have Syrax, Caraxes, Seasmoke, Vhagar and Melys on our side. Who will dare to oppose us with five dragons on our side? Not to mention any other dragonriders we might… create."
"Alright," Daemon said. "I will get her pregnant."
"Good. But do me first."
"Rhaenyra-"
"It's Princess. Don't forget your place, Uncle."
"You little brat."
Daemon climbed into her bed. He forcefully turned her around. The sheet slipped down, exposing her completely.
Then, she felt a stinging pain on her left cheek.
Rhaenyra let out a squeal. She was surprised by how much she liked it. It hurt, but at the same time, she felt herself get more excited. If she was touching herself right now (which she really wanted to do), she would probably find her pussy wet and ready for his cock.
It was a little like when she rode Syrax for the first time. It was scary, but that fear just made it more exhilarating.
"Fuck," Daemon said. "I'm sorry."
Rhaenyra looked over her shoulder. "What? No. Why are you stopping?" She raised her ass higher.
"I can't do this. This is wrong."
"What are you talking about?"
"You're… You're my little…"
"I'm not a fucking child. Look at me, Daemon."
Daemon looked into her eyes. "It's just… I've known you since you were… all innocent and…"
"I'm not anymore."
"Because of me," he argued.
"And you feel bad about that? You killed your wife. Don't give me your weird morals now."
"I know… But…"
"This is about your future too. What do you think will happen to you if Aegon ascends the throne?"
"I will not let that happen," Daemon promised.
"I need a son, Daemon. A powerful son. You are the blood of the dragon. There's no one else out there. It has to be you."
"I… I know that."
"Come on Daemon. Wake the dragon. Please? Pretty please?"
"I…"
Rhaenyra sighed. Maybe she should provoke him again?
"I knew it. You can't get it up either."
"There's nothing wrong with my cock," he calmly assured her.
"No, there's clearly something wrong. Were you imagining I'm a boy that day on the Iron Throne?"
"Of course not."
"It's okay. Some men like ducks, some like geese, some like dragons. Do you want Leanor to come in and help you out?"
"Stop being silly."
"Hey, wait. Maybe you could help him get a baby in my belly? That's what you want, isn't it? For me to carry another man's child?"
"It's not about what I want, it's-"
"Aegon took whatever he wanted. His sisters, the Seven Kingdoms, but I guess you're not a real dragon."
"I guess not," Daemon said.
Come on. Why wasn't this working?
"I guess I'll try again with Laenor. We can name our first child Joffrey. After his boyfriend. Joffrey Velaryon."
Something flashed in Daemon's eyes. "No."
He forcefully pushed her head down into her pillow.
"Your child will be named Aegon. Aegon fucking Targaryen."
"But… Alicent-"
He slapped her ass again. "Fuck Alicent."
Rhaenyra chuckled. "Are you gonna fuck her too?"
"I'll fuck any girl I want. I am the blood of the dragon. And you are mine."
"Yes."
It was happening. It was finally happening.
Daemon forced her head down into the pillows. Rhaenyra raised her ass high. She heard the ruffle of Daemon unlacing his pants.
He was going to do it from behind. The way she had always dreamed.
Daemon placed one hand on her butt to stabilise her. Then, she felt him entering her pussy.
Rhaenyra grunted. "Fuck, you're so big."
"These are my fingers," Daemon noted dryly.
"Huh?" Rhaenyra looked back over her shoulder. Looks like she was wrong. He had merely taken off his shirt, his pants were still on. But she could clearly see the outline of his cock poking through.
Daemon wavered again. "Are you sure-"
"Do you want me to beg? Is that what you want your Little Princess to do? Can you not feel how badly I want you?"
"Hm. Well you are very wet," Daemon said. He pushed his fingers deeper.
"Please take me. I want you so bad. Please, your Grace. I need your cock. I don't want anyone else, I just want you. I'll never lay with another man."
"Rhaenyra, I-"
"I know you'll still fuck other women. That's okay. Just… Just take me. Please."
"Okay."
Her eyes widened. "You will?"
"I tried to hold back. But I can't. Fuck, I want you," Daemon growled. He started to pump his fingers in and out of her pussy.
Rhaenyra moaned.
"Let's get you all warmed up for my cock," Daemon said.
"I'm already… pretty hot," Rhaenyra said. "I'm read-"
A sharp slap on her butt shut her up. "You're ready when I say you're ready. You're a Targaryen, you can get a lot hotter than this."
He sped up.
Fuck. By the Seven, this felt amazing. Daemon's fingers could reach places her own never could. Last time she had felt like this was when he used his tongue on her pussy while she sat on the Iron Thro-
Fuck. Rhaenyra grit her teeth. She was getting really close now. If he kept this up, she was going to climax.
But before she could, she felt him abruptly withdraw his fingers.
"No. Don't sto-oh-fuck." She gripped the sheets. Daemon cock was pressing against her.
It wasn't going to fit. How could it ever-
She gasped. It was inside. His cock was inside of her. It hurt. It hurt so bad.
Daemon was breathing hard. "You… You okay?"
"Keep going," she grunted. "Please."
Daemon grabbed her hips and pushed himself in further. "Fuck, you're tight."
Rhaenyra bit the pillow to stop herself from biting off her tongue. Or screaming the entire castle together. He was going to tear her. She was-
"Princess?" Daemon asked. "Are you okay?"
Rhaenyra took a few ragged breaths. "How… How much further?" she asked.
Tears were pricking in her eyes.
"Uh… well…"
"Fuck. I can't do this. I can't do this."
She started to cry.
"Hey. Shh, don't cry."
Daemon pulled out his cock and lay down next to her. He pulled her into a hug.
Rhaenyra put her head on his chest. She could feel the powerful chest muscles he built up from all that fighting in the Stepstones.
"Shh. It's okay," Daemon shushed her.
"How is it gonna be okay? I… I can't…"
"Of course it will be okay," Daemon said. "You're putting too much pressure on yourself."
"But…"
"We don't have to do it now. It could be another time. Whenever you are ready."
"I am ready," she insisted.
"You are way too tense, Princess. You need to relax. Why don't we try this another time?"
"No! No, it has to be now."
"Why?"
"Just… Just take me now. I can handle it."
"Rhaenyra. What's going on? Why the rush?"
"I…" she hesitated.
"I'm not gonna leave you. We'll have plenty of other chances to-"
"It's Laenor. W-We tried last night to make a baby, but he couldn't get his… his cock hard. But he said we could try it again tomorrow with… with a little help from… from Joffrey."
"If you can get a baby from L-"
"No. I don't want that. I want you. Don't make me carry his baby. Please. Please take me." She reached for his cock.
"No."
"Just get rid of Laenor. With him gone, all our problems are solved. You can marry Laena and me. Your children with her will inherit Driftmark and mine will inherit the Iron Throne."
"And you think Viserys will just let that happen?" he said. "And how do you expect me to kill a highborn Lord like Laenor Velaryon?"
"Please?"
Daemon sighed. "Alright then. I might have an idea. But it's risky. Very risky."
"Sounds perfect."
"I have to leave for a while to get things ready. I'll be back in-"
"Hold on," Rhaenyra said. "I'd hate for you to leave all frustrated. Let me take care of you first."
Rhaenyra scooped down until her head was level with his cock. It was still moderately hard.
"What do you- oh. Fuck." He hissed when his cock went into her mouth.
Rhaenyra looked up at him with a big smile on her face. Slowly, she took him deeper into her mouth.
Daemon wrapped his hand in her hair. "Fuck, you're perfect. I can't wait to marry you."
Rhaenyra briefly took it out and licked the head. "You can push my head down. Don't worry, I can take it."
"Really?"
"I've been practising with my fingers."
"What?"
"While I… While I play with myself at night, thinking of you and that day on the Iron Throne. I push my fingers down my throat while I…"
"Play with yourself," he finished.
She blushed. "Yes."
"That was an order, Princess," he pointed out.
"Huh?"
"Move your hand down, and play with that horny pussy of yours while I fuck your mouth."
She swallowed hard. "Yes, Your Grace."
Rhaenyra reached down and rubbed her clit.
Daemon took a firm grip and gently pushed her down on his cock. It went almost three quarters of the way in with barely a response from her. Her eyes started watering, but she did not gag. All that training had paid off.
Daemon didn't push her further. He pulled her back up so she could catch her breath and then pushed her back down to the same point. She felt his cock grow harder as she swirled her tongue underneath the head.
Rhaenyra pushed two fingers inside her pussy.
With a growl, Daemon sped up. Her fingers matched his speed, pumping in and out of her pussy. He was careful not to go too deep. Rhaenyra on the other hand was pushing her fingers in her pussy as deep as they could go.
She felt her climax approaching. And from Daemon's movements, she guessed he wasn't too far off either.
Rhaenyra beat him to it. Wave after wave of convulsions crashed through her body. Just as she was coming down from her orgasm, Daemon shot his load into her mouth.
A familiar salty taste filled her mouth. She instinctively swallowed it.
Rhaenyra continued to gently suck him as he grew soft.
"That was… amazing," Daemon said. He was all sweaty now. They both were.
"You need a bath." Rhaenyra moved back up so she could put her head down on his chest. "Do you want to take one together?"
"Not yet. The servants will talk. But soon, my Princess. Soon, we will be able to marry."
"I can't wait."
"Patience, Princess. I have a plan. Soon, everything will be ours, the way it was always meant to be."