Author's Note: This story contains explicit sexual content.
Rhaenyra Targaryen couldn't believe what she was doing. She had thought about it many times, but she still couldn't believe that she was actually doing it. She couldn't count how many times what she was about to do had crossed her mind over the pastthree years. Dozens if not hundreds of times. It couldn't leave her mind, no matter how often she had tried not to think about it. She had questioned herself numerous times, more than she cared to count. She had questioned everything.
Was she normal?
Was everything all right with her?
Were those feelings right or wrong?
Were those feelings real?
They were. She knew it. She was not just imagining them. She was certain. She was certain that her brain was not fooling her. Or her heart? She was not sure. Not sure about that at least. She knew these feelings were real and she didn't care what others thought about her and her feelings for him. She didn't care about anyone but him.
She had swallowed her feelings for him and kept them hidden for the past three years. She had not shown any signs of it. Especially not to him. He was totally clueless. At least that was what she believed.
She kind of hoped that he would know about it, that he would have noticed any signs. She hadn't given him any, at least not on purpose. She had often caught herself looking at him. Too long than she was supposed to. Too long to not make her a little suspicious at least. She couldn't allow anyone to know about the way she felt. Especially not her father or her best friend.
They wouldn't understand. No one would. Well, that was not quite right. Her father might understand, because having romantic feelings for another relative was not uncommon in her family. Aegon the Conqueror himself was in a relationship with not one but both of his sisters. If Aegon the Conqueror, who her father so often had praised and told her stories about, had done that, why should he be mad at her if she would do the same? It was not really the same in her case. But still...
On the other hand, her father and the one she loved didn't really get along very well. She knew that deep inside him, her father loved him but these days they were at loggerheads with each other. Maybe not that bad but they were still pissed at each other. They were mostly avoiding each other whenever they could. Especially at court. They only met when they had to. During meetings of the Small Council or during celebrations whenever a semi-important lord was celebrating their name day, betrothal, marriage or anything else.
Over the past years, she had gotten the impression that some lords would find any excuse to have a celebration with her father, the king, to get the chance to butter him up and talk him into something he didn't really want. But her father was no fool. Sometimes that was to her disadvantage.
He was one of the smartest people she knew. He was a good king; he knew what was good for the realm. He knew what he had to do to keep the realm under control and ensure peace. He often had to do things he didn't want to. Like trying to marry his only daughter, his heir to a lord she didn't know at all.
Fortunately for her, her father hadn't found a fitting spouse.
Yet.
It was only a matter of time until she would have to marry one of these fat stinky lords she despised. Only the mere thought of them made her sick. The thought that she would have to bed a man she didn't love, that she would have to bear his children and much more. She would still be queen one day and her future husband would have to listen to her. But still... She hated the thought of being given to someone.
There was only one man she wanted.
And that was none other than Daemon Targaryen. Her uncle, who was almost twice her age, but she didn't care about that. It was normal in Westeros that men would take wives much younger than themselves. It was rarely the other way around. Rhaenyra didn't mind the age difference of thirteen years. She was seventeen years old, which meant she had been considered an adult for over a year. Almost two years. Only two months and she would be eighteen. She was at the perfect age to be married to someone.
She could only hope that her father wouldn't find a fitting lord anytime soon. She knew she had to marry a lord of power, to strengthen her claim to the throne. She had been given the opportunity to find a husband for herself, but she had found little to no interest in those who had introduced themselves to her. She didn't want to marry any of them.
She wanted Daemon. A married man who was not happy with his marriage. It was a political marriage. Not a marriage of love. Theirs could be. As long as he would feel the same way as she felt about him. Aegon the Conqueror had had two wives so why couldn't Daemon? It was not impossible.
Her father would not be pleased about this idea, not at all. But she hoped she could convince him somehow. After all, it was he who had told her to choose a man worthy of her station. Her father might not see Daemon as worthy enough for her but it was her choice in the end, not his. She would have to find the right words to convince him, she was sure she could do that
But first, she had to find out if Daemon felt the same way she did.
That was the reason why she did what she would never have thought herself able to do.
It was the middle of the night, no guards were in front of Daemon's chambers or near them. It was totally unguarded which didn't surprise her. Daemon didn't want his brother's protection. He didn't need it, so he dismissed the guards in front of his chambers and in the bordering corridors.
That made things a lot easier for Rhaenyra. She didn't have to distract anyone or lure anyone away. She could open the double doors in front of her without anyone stopping her. The sound the doors made was quiet but still hearable. Perhaps, her uncle didn't hear it. That was possible, was it? Her uncle had a good hearing, he could have recognized the sound. But was he even awake to hear it? That was the question Rhaenyra was asking herself.
She hoped that he was awake but hadn't heard it since she wanted to surprise him. Not that it would make a difference but she still wanted to do it, not quite knowing the reason for that. She just wanted to surprise him and see the expression on his face.
Not a single candle was shining but the room was still enlightened in a way. Moonlight was shining through the window, allowing her to recognize her surroundings well enough to not stumble over something or hit any piece of furniture. She wouldn't say she had been in there often enough to blindly navigate through it but because of the moonlight, she was able to reach her destination.
Daemon's bed.
It was large enough that two people could fit in. In the middle of the mattress laid a large, crumpled bundle about the size of a person. Silver-white hair poked out. Daemon was definitely there. Either that or another Targaryen was napping in his bed which Rhaenyra highly doubted. Realizing that he was here made a stone fall of her heart. She had feared he would be in a brothel instead his room. Or somewhere else where he would celebrate with his men from the City Watch. Now, she finally had the chance to talk to him and confess her feelings which she had buried deep inside her for three years.
She stepped closer to the bed, carefully climbing onto the mattress, and moving closer to the bundle. She carefully tugged the blanket aside, revealing two violet-purple eyes that were gazing right back at her. Rhaenyra's heart skipped a beat, the hairs at the back of her neck stood up. Her skin was tingling but not in an unpleasant way.
She stared at those beautiful eyes she could lose herself forever in.
"What are you doing here, Rhaenyra?" a familiar voice asked, snapping her out of her daydreams.
Rhaenyra opened her mouth, but no words escaped her lips. She was speechless, dumbfounded even. She had not expected him to speak up. Those piercing eyes kept staring at her as Daemon slowly rose until he sat on the mattress. The blanket slowly slid down his body, revealing his torso first. He wore a simple white shirt with long sleeves which weren't folded. His short hair was messy. To Rhaenyra's surprise, he didn't look tired at all.
They had been together outside the Red Keep until midnight. Rhaenyra had only waited two hours after their return to seek him out again. At this late hour, anyone would feel sleepy. Anyone but Daemon and Rhaenyra herself. She didn't even feel close to being tired. Although she had tried to find some sleep, she hadn't gotten any. Numerous thoughts crossing her mind had kept her awake.
Thoughts about Daemon but also about Rhaenyra's future and the burden she carried with her as Viserys' chosen heir.
She doubted she would be able to get the thoughts about her future out of her head any time soon, but at least she could stop thinking about how to approach Daemon and tell him how she felt about him.
Things would change between them once she had told him, she could only hope they would change for the better.
"I wanted to see you," Rhaenyra replied, the confidence in her voice couldn't be overheard. She was not nervous but her heart was still rapidly beating and her skin was tingling.
She didn't notice at first how close she had gotten to him. Only when she smelled his familiar scent, she realised how close she was. She was barely an arm's length away from him.
Daemon raised a brow, a frown and a questioning look appeared on his handsome face. "You saw me only a few hours ago."
"I know but..." Rhaenyra replied, biting her bottom lip softly.
The look on Daemon's face altered a little, confusion was reflected.
"But what?" the Rogue Prince asked.
Rhaenyra took a deep breath, collecting all her courage. Now was the right time to finally tell him.
"We had such a great evening together but it ended too soon. I wanted to spend more time with you."
"There will be plenty of more opportunities to spend time together, Rhaenyra. I won't vanish into thin air out of a sudden if that's what you are worried about."
Rhaenyra sighed. "Not with father around and I doubt we can leave the Red Keep every night."
"You might have a point" Daemon admitted.
She got closer to him again, on purpose this time. "I really enjoy being around you, uncle. I love spending time with you."
"So do I," Daemon answered honestly, causing a smile to appear on Rhaenyra's beautiful pale lips. "But I think the reason you spent time with me is different than anyone would guess."
It was unmistakable that this reply took the young princess by surprise. It was clearly written on her beautiful face. Before she could continue, Daemon spoke up. "Don't take me for a fool, Rhaenyra. I noticed the way you were staring at me, thinking I wouldn't notice. I'm not blind."
"So, you know how I feel about you." It was not a question.
"I noticed since you were fourteen that you desire me."
Rhaenyra's heart suddenly felt a lot lighter, a great pressure had been just taken off her shoulders. Nevertheless, she hesitated. "So why didn't you tell me."
A soft, almost mocking laugh escaped Daemon's lips. "I thought that it was just a phase because you were on your way to becoming a woman. It's only natural to have a crush on someone. Especially at that age."
"You were wrong," Rhaenyra answered, bursting with self-confidence.
"Was I?" Daemon asked interested, his brows raised.
"It's not just a crush," Rhaenyra's face got closer to his. The distance between their faces was so small that not even an apple could fit between them. "It's much more."
Daemon remained silent for the first time. She had definitely caught his interest.
The princess continued in High Valyrian. "I think I love you, uncle. But not in a way any niece should love their uncle."
The Rogue Prince remained silent, a small smile could be seen on the corners of his lips.
"While I'm near you, I forget about my responsibilities, about the heavy burden resting on my shoulders. I can feel like a real woman and not like a trophy or an object of power for the lords of the Seven Kingdoms. I know you care about me, although you would never admit it."
"I do care about you, Rhaenyra," Daemon finally admitted in the same language all Targaryen spoke. "You could even say I care about you in a way your father would despise."
He said it. She couldn't believe he said it. It felt so unreal at first. But the more time passed, the more she realised that she had not just imagined it. Daemon had just told her what she had hoped him to tell her for a long time. He felt the same way she did. She couldn't be happier.
They got closer again, their lips were barely an inch away. The desire in Rhaenyra was strong, almost too strong to handle. Her heart was beating so fast that she feared it would stop every second. She was supposed to feel nervous about what they would do next. The mere thought of it had always made her nervous but at this very moment, she wasn't nervous. There was no nervousness, no doubt, no regret. Nothing but pure desire.
Daemon didn't make the first move but Rhaenyra did. She closed the remaining distance between their faces, crashing their lips together. Daemon didn't return the kiss at first, teasing her a little longer that way. That only caused Rhaenyra to kiss him even harder, her heart skipped a beat as Daemon finally returned the kiss.
It was full of passion, desire, lust and other feelings that Rhaenyra could not place at the moment. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, goose bumps covered her skin. Her arms immediately went around his neck, she moved closer to him until she eventually landed on his lap. She didn't have any experience in kissing but Daemon didn't seem to mind that she was inexperienced.
At least he didn't show it. She couldn't know if it bothered him or not since she wasn't able to read his thoughts. At least he was not interrupting the kiss. That was a good sign.
She had never expected her first kiss to feel that good. She had always hoped Daemon would be her first kiss but she had never expected it. She was glad that he was and that it felt so great. For now, she could only imagine how it would feel to have him inside her. She was certain she would find that out soon. She was hoping that at least.
Daemon was anything but predictable. He could show compassion one moment and make fun of someone the very next moment. She had heard and seen that dealing with Daemon was not always easy for others. But Rhaenyra never had any problems with him. He had always been different to her and treated her in a different way than others. She was special to him.
Despite wanting it to never end, it was Rhaenyra who broke the kiss. Like all living beings, she needed air, and she had used up all the reserves in her lungs while she had held the kiss.
"How was it?" she asked after regaining her composure.
"Not the worst," Daemon responded, chuckling as his niece playfully hit his left shoulder.
Rhaenyra knew that Daemon had many women before her. She was certain that most of them were more experienced than her. Since she had realised her feelings for Daemon, she had always been jealous of the women who had been with him. She hadn't seen any of them but heard of them when she had listened to the talks of Daemon's men.
"Be serious," Rhaenyra demanded.
"The more you practice, the better you will get, princess," Daemon replied in a mocking tone, speaking to her as if she was her teacher.
Rhaenyra loved how he stressed her title, knowing he did that to tease her. "Maybe we should practice more then," she muttered, leaning in again but stopping a few inches away from his face. "Or perhaps, you remove your shirt first."
The Rogue Prince grinned and pointed at the light dress she was wearing. "Why don't you start first?"
"Because I asked you first, uncle," she replied in High Valyrian. "And because I am the princess, the future queen." She immediately regretted having said that when she saw the look that passed over his handsome features for a brief moment, not much longer than a second. For a short moment, she had totally forgotten that her father had disinherited him when choosing her as his heir. She had never dared to ask him how he felt about this. Of course, he could have not been happy about it. She was asking herself if he was already over it or if he still held a grudge over it. A grudge against his brother, her father.
"I'm sorry," Rhaenyra whispered. "I shouldn't have said that. I didn't want to twist the knife in old wounds."
"It's alright," Daemon replied without looking at her, his gaze was aimed at a spot behind her head. Rhaenyra was not sure if he was honest with her in this matter. Assessing his character had never been easy. Neither for Rhaenyra or her father or anyone else she knew. Daemon wasn't the person who openly spoke about his feelings. One could only see from his face whenever he wasn't happy with something or someone. She had seen that look often enough but the look on Daemon's face at the moment was not the same. It was another look which she couldn't interpret.
"There is a way where we both can rule together... Just you know," Rhaenyra whispered into his ear.
Daemon broke out of his staring, looking at her again. "Let's not talk about this right now. We have other things to do."
The worried look on Rhaenyra's face disappeared, and a smile formed on her lips. "Right. We agreed on you taking off your shirt."
Daemon chuckled. "Did we?"
Rhaenyra nodded, earning another chuckle from her uncle. "You won't let go once you put something in that beautiful head of yours. You've been doing that since you were little."
"Did you just call me beautiful?" the princess asked teasingly.
"I called your head beautiful."
"What about the rest?"
Daemon's eyes wandered over her form. For Rhaenyra, knowing that she was desired felt good. At least by the man she wanted to be desired by. "I can't see much of the rest, princess. Unfortunately, I can't judge more than your head... Yet."
The way he stressed her title...She swore he did that on purpose to tease her. He really enjoyed doing that to her without knowing how much it affected her. He couldn't know how much she enjoyed their little teasing and mocking.
"If you listen to the princess' wishes, you might get a reward."
Daemon chuckled as he brushed a strand of white hair out of his face. "The buttons seem to be stuck, I can't open my shirt. Maybe the princess can help me a little."
Although this was not how Rhaenyra expected it to proceed, she gave in and agreed to the compromise, slowly unbuttoning her uncle's shirt. She bit her bottom lip softly as more and more skin was revealed the more buttons she opened. She unbuttoned the last one, slowly opening his shirt. Her eyes immediately landed on his trained torso, his defined abs but eventually on his scars that were too extensiveto not be noticed.
The War of the Stepstones had left marks on Daemon that reached from his neck to his right shoulder and upper arm but also covered the right side of his muscular chest. These were ugly scars but they didn't deter her from running her soft fingers over them. Daemon silently watched as his niece caressed the marked skin that could never heal.
"This must have hurt...a lot," Rhaenyra said switching back to the Common Tongue after having spoken with Daemon in High Valyrian since she had apologized for her not-so-insightfulwords.
"I don't remember the pain but let me tell you one thing. War is never pleasant. Never ever."
Rhaenyra nodded, not knowing what to say in return. The silence between them started to feel awkward, so Rhaenyra did the only thing that came to her mind. She started to remove her dress, after all, she had promised Daemon a reward. It was a simple dress, not an expensive one for which she would need the help of a maid to put it on or remove it. She removed it with ease, tossing it aside. She didn't need to look at Daemon to know that his gorgeous eyes were taking a closer look at her fully exposed body.
Her body was slim, her chest was not as pronounced as other women's, but her butt was round and full. Daemon might not be able to see it now, but he soon will. He was taking a closer look at her small breasts as Rhaenyra's gaze fell on him. It was a mix of hope and worry. Worry that he might not find her attractive enough. The lust in his eyes took away her worry and turned it into joy.
Without much thought, she moved to him and pressed her lips on his, feeling one of his hands on her back a few moments later. Her left hand reached the top of his head, she ran her fingers through his short hair as Daemon deepened the kiss. She soon felt him biting her bottom lip hungrily, drawing a little blood but she didn't care. Her lips parted, allowing Daemon's tongue to enter her mouth and explore it for the very first time. Her tongue eventually did the same, mirroring the movement of Daemon's tongue.
It excited Rhaenyra to touch Daemon's skin, toy with his hair and feel his body against hers. She really enjoyed the close body contact and she still longed for more.
To Rhaenyra's' displeasure, the passionate kiss finally ended, she already missed his lips the moment they detached from hers. There was a small void inside her which needed to be filled by the taste of his lips. A voice in her head told her- no - demanded her to kiss him again. She was happy to obey but she wasn't able to kiss his lips again because Daemon had something else in mind.
Before Rhaenyra could realise what was going on, he had already wrapped his arms around her slender body and pulled her closer, inhaling her sweet scent before he buried his head in her neck. A quiet moan escaped Rhaenyra's lips as Daemon's lips touched her neck, his teeth graced her soft skin. Rhaenyra tilted her head, giving Daemon better access to her neck. She closed her eyes, enjoying Daemon's tenderness.
Her lips parted further as another soft moan escaped her lips. Daemon seemed to know what he was doing, after all, he had gained a lot of experience over the years.
Daemon had never been known to be such a passionate lover, usually, he only cared about his own satisfaction when he had sex with whores or women that were not difficult to seduce. He didn't care if they felt good, all that mattered was that he did.
But he behaved differently with Rhaenyra. She was not a whore or an unknown woman he would only see for a night. He cared about her, unlike the whores who didn't mean anything to him. He cared about her, so he wanted her to feel good as well. He wanted her to enjoy being intimate with him. He wanted her to have an orgasm at the end of the day - Or the end of the night in this case. Nevertheless, he wanted to tease her a little.
Just a little.
Despite not having cared about women's satisfaction, Daemon knew what to do to make his niece feel good. The ghost of a smile crossed his lips as Rhaenyra's breath stopped for a short moment. Just as he had expected when he had brought his right hand to her chest and pinched her nipple as he had cupped her left breast. He covered the soft flesh with his big, strong hand, kneading it slowly and carefully.
He could clearly see the pleasure in Rhaenyra's half-opened eyes, encouraging him to continue. He started to leave marks on her neck despite knowing she would have to cover them for the next few days. The hand that had previously rested on her back wandered to her flat belly, caressing it a few times before it went further downwards. He stroked her thighs smirking as they parted instinctively, giving him access to a certain area.
But Daemon remained patient and continued to stroke her thighs, much to Rhaenyra's annoyance that amused him. He knew exactly what she wanted him to do, but he hesitated. He wanted to make clear that he was in control. Rhaenyra put up with it. For the moment at least.
Daemon began to kiss the other side of her neck, switching breasts as well. It satisfied him even more when Rhaenyra ran out of patience and spoke to him in High Valyrian. "Daemon...Please..." Her voice was full of need and desire. She was a virgin, she had never been intimate with a man or woman before and she was tired of being teased.
"What do you want me to do, princess?" he replied mockingly.
"Stop teasing!" Rhaenyra demanded, she was not blushing but determination was clearly visible on her face. She knew what she wanted and she intended to get it.
"As the princess wishes," Daemon whispered into her ear, his hand finally moving further down. He ran his fingers over her white bush, reaching her womanhood. Rhaenyra was much wetter than he had expected, telling him that his foreplay had been very successful. He brushed his fingers over her slick slit, causing a soft moan to escape the princess' lips. He grabbed her by the back of her neck, bringing their faces together again. He kissed her right before he inserted a finger inside her, feeling her inner walls immediately tighten around it.
Rhaenyra could only return the kiss with a half-open mouth out of which another, much louder moan escaped. She had not expected sex to feel so great and she wasn't even at the end of the road. Daemon's manhood was not even inside her but she still felt great pleasure. Her skin was tingling nervously, her heart was beating rapidly and her hands that caressed Daemon's back were sweaty.
It was still hard to believe she was intimate with her uncle but it felt so right. The voices in her head, that had once told her it was wrong, were silent. She couldn't hear them anymore. Nor did she want to hear them. Every fibre of her body told her that she was doing the right thing. Especially her wet womanhood and her stiff nipples. She couldn't deny these clear signs. It didn't feel wrong, it only felt right. Like the most normal thing in the world.
Her tongue entered Daemon's mouth at the same time as he inserted a second finger inside her. As soon as her inner walls loosened a little, he started to move his fingers inside her, rubbing her inner walls. She moaned into Daemon's mouth, her nails graced his back but left no marks. The soft shaking of her thighs didn't get any better when Daemon pressed his thumb on her clit, putting a little amount of pressure on the sensitive bud.
The princess couldn't help but moan out loudly as a strong wave of pleasure rushed through her body. Daemon chuckled, assuming he had found her G-Spot. He drew his fingers in and out, pushing his fingertips against her weak spot repeatedly. He continued to pleasure her for some time, he even took turns in sucking on her stiff nipples.
He pulled his fingers out eventually, noticing the liquid that stuck on them. He brought them to Rhaenyra's lips, putting them in her mouth. It was weird for Rhaenyra to taste herself but that didn't stop her from licking his fingers clean, her eyes didn't leave him while she did that.
She broke eye contact eventually, her gaze went over his muscular torso to his lower abdomen, realising he still wore grey trousers. Her hands shot to his belt, unbuckling it so she could remove his trousers and discard them next to the bed. Seeing the huge bump in his white underpants, caused her to smirk. It seemed Daemon did find her beautiful.
She hooked her thumbs in the hem of his underpants, pulling it down. Her eyes reflected excitement as she exposed his large stiff manhood, not a single hair was above it. Rhaenyra had seen enough in the brothel, where Daemon had taken her a few hours ago, to know what to do next. She touched Daemon's member with her left hand, carefully stroking it as if it was a fragile object.
Insecurity could be seen in her eyes for a very short moment while she gazed into his. She didn't want to ruin this awesome moment by doing something wrong but the look on Daemon's face reassured her. Pure lust and desire were reflected in his handsome facial features.
She gave his dick a few strokes before she climbed onto his lap and lowered her hips until the tip of his dick met her southern lips. His member penetrated her vaginal lips with ease, she tilted her head, her eyes were wide open as the first inch entered her and penetrated her inner walls. Daemon slowly inserted inch after inch until the tip of his cock hit her G-Spot, causing her to loudly cry out in pleasure.
Daemon couldn't help to pull her in for another passionate kiss, not minding her fingers toying with his hair. He started to move his hips, noticing that she was doing the same. Her inner walls tightly hugged his member, making him feel great pleasure. He had not expected that she would make him feel that good, but he welcomed it.
He whispered naughty words into her ear, turning her even more on. Rhaenyra started to kiss his chin, the corners of his mouth, his cheeks and then his neck. He didn't stop her from kissing the scars that covered his neck, arm and chest. And she didn't stop him from kneading her juicy butt cheeks with both his strong hands. He even allowed her to push his upper body until his back hit the mattress, making him lie on his back while she was riding him. And she was enjoying that very much.
He realised quickly that Rhaenyra enjoyed being in control and having the upper hand. But so did he. That might be a problem unless they would take turns. Daemon had always been in control whenever he had had sex with a woman. He wasn't used to not being in control, it was a strange feeling, but he didn't mind that as long as he was with Rhaenyra. Everything was different with her. He didn't mind taking turns with her. She was in control now, but he was planning to change that eventually.
He quite enjoyed the view in front of him. The view of Rhaenyra moving her hips up and down, her small breasts bouncing a little, her left hand toying with her clit while her other hand pinched her left nipple. It was undoubtedly sexy.
It seemed Rhaenyra was not unfamiliar with touching herself, Daemon had a feeling she had often thought about him while doing so. He could not deny that he had not occasionally thought of Rhaenyra while he had been with another woman. Almost a year ago had been the first time he had thought about her in a way other people, who didn't belong to the Targaryen family, would consider inappropriate.
Over the past months, those thoughts have come more often to the point where he hadn't been able to stop thinking about her. But he had never dared to tell her his feelings, knowing his brother wouldn't approve of it. Rhaenyra had made the first step but that didn't mean that Viserys would change his opinion.
But maybe he would if Rhaenyra would speak to him. If he remembered correctly, Viserys had given his daughter the choice to marry any man she wanted. That included him, didn't it? He didn't want to lose Rhaenyra to another man. Especially not to a man she didn't love. Making her his wife would take a great burden off her shoulders. He didn't want her to be unhappy for the rest of her life, he wanted to spare her from that fate.
But that was something for later to discuss. Now he had other things to do. Better things than worrying about the future. He had a beautiful woman riding on him, so the least he could do was give her the attention she deserved.
Rhaenyra had noticed him being absently minded for a short amount of time, so she gave him a wide smile as she noticed that his focus was back on her. She could clearly see in his eyes that he was enjoying what he was seeing. She could see him licking his lips, the lust in his eyes was unmistakable. She couldn't get enough of staring into his handsome eyes, which colour was the same as hers, but she also really enjoyed taking a closer look at his muscular body. The body of the skilled warrior he was.
She loved to hear his moans which became louder the more time passed. She was glad that she was able to make him feel good despite having no sexual experience with men. A part of her wondered if she could compete with the women Daemon had been with in the past. The thought made her a little jealous. Another part didn't care about those women who had mostly been whores. Daemon didn't love them; he didn't care about them. But he loved her and that was all that mattered to her.
If she would marry him, she could have him all for herself, she wouldn't have to share him with anyone. She had to find a way to convince her father. She had to remind him that he had allowed her to marry any man of importance she wanted. She would even look at him with puppy eyes if she had to. She was certain that will be able to melt his heart and make him give in. She will find a way.
"Are you still with me?" Daemon asked in the Common Tongue, pulling Rhaenyra out of her thoughts. Rhaenyra was embarrassed that she had drifted off in the middle of their lovemaking, but she didn't let him know about it. At least she was not the only one who had been lost in thoughts.
"What were you thinking about?" her uncle asked.
"Nothing that can't wait till later."
Daemon was satisfied with the answer, saying nothing as he slowly lifted his upper body, eying Rhaenyra to make sure she was okay with it. Rhaenyra didn't stop him from getting up nor did she stop him from wrapping his arms around her. She tightly clung to him as he pushed her onto the mattress. He made sure he didn't hurt her as he laid himself on top of her, his dick still buried deep inside her.
All Rhaenyra could do was wrap her legs around his hips and return the passionate kiss. His whole body was pressed on hers, she could feel her stiff nipples rubbing against his muscular chest. Somehow, being buried beneath his muscular body made her feel even better than before. She had not believed that she could feel any better but she was not imagining what she was feeling.
Daemon's thrusts were slow but steady, not too hard to hurt her but not too soft either. They were just right. The tip of his cock hit her most sensitive spot in a steady rhythm, his teeth were nibbling on her left outer ear. The waves of pleasure that were sent through her body became stronger and more frequent the longer he did that.
It was only a matter of time until Rhaenyra could no longer handle it. "I think I'm about to come," she whispered in High Valyrian only seconds before her inner walls relaxed and released a sticky liquid. She could hear Daemon saying her name only a few moments later, a loud moan escaped his lips when he reached his climax and filled her with his love juice. The lovers held each other tightly as they rode out their orgasms, nothing but heavy breaths and loud moans filled the air.
They just lay there, allowing themselves to calm down slowly. Rhaenyra caressed Daemon's handsome face the moment she pulled herself together again, placing a soft kiss on his left cheek, very close to the corner of his mouth.
She didn't need words to tell him how awesome her first time was. The look on her face spoke volumes. So did Daemon's. He had not expected it to be that good. He was sure it felt that good because he really cared about her. No other woman could make him feel the way Rhaenyra did. She was an extraordinary young woman.
Rhaenyra's head rested on Daemon's chest while she cuddled up to him. Daemon's arm was around her back, his hand rested on her left shoulder. They enjoyed just lying there and staring at the dark ceiling, not wanting or needing to say anything.
It was Rhaenyra who finally broke the comfortable silence after nearly half an hour. "We should definitely do that again."
"If you wait a little longer...," but before Daemon could finish his sentence, the princess had already interrupted him. A gentle nudge in the side with her elbow was enough to silence him.
"I didn't mean right now. It's already late. I was speaking of another day."
"I will have to check my schedule first," Daemon replied, not being serious at all. "I'm a busy man as you know."
"Well, since you no longer need to visit any brothel, you should have plenty of time you can rather spend with me."
"Who said I will no longer visit brothels?" Daemon asked, a mocking grin flickering over his facial features.
Rhaenyra broke away from his embrace and sat up, so she could look him in the eye, a serious expression on her face. "I don't want to share you with anyone. I want you all for myself."
Daemon brought his hand to her chin and caressed her cheeks as he stared into her gorgeous eyes that reflected nothing but seriousness. She was dead serious about this.
"That's fine by me," he replied after having been silent for several minutes.
"So, no more whores?" Rhaenyra asked.
"No more whores."
Rhaenyra stared out of the window while she reflected on the conversation she just had. She wondered if she could have approached her father differently. She wondered if he would have been in a different mood, she wondered how the conversation would have gone then. It didn't go bad, but it could have been a little better. Her father might not have acted so stubborn and annoyed at the beginning.
It didn't matter anymore because she had told him what she had wanted to tell him and in the course of the conversation he had accepted it. It had just taken some time and nerves to convince him. She had achieved what she had wanted and that was all that mattered.
She found great enjoyment in regarding the setting sun. The warm colours were comfortable to had a relaxing effect on her. She remained in front of her opened window for some time, the wind was toying with her silver hair, blowing strands of hair in her face. She didn't brush them out of her face because they didn't hinder her vision or annoy her at all. Her gaze remained on the beautiful horizon until the sound of a door opening and closing a few moments later reached her ears.
She turned her head a little, so she could see who had just entered the room out of the corner of her left eye. A smile immediately formed on her lips but other than that she showed no signs that she had noticed his arrival.
She pretended as if she hadn't noticed him. She acted surprised as two strong arms were wrapped around her torso. Even when she felt his hot breath on her neck, she didn't move or say anything. Her heart was beating faster than usual, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up when he put his hands on her hips and pressed his body against hers.
The silence between them was anything but awkward. It was comfortable but it didn't last forever. Daemon was the one who broke it eventually. "How did he take it?" he asked curiously.
"Better than expected," Rhaenyra answered curtly.
"Really?" Daemon asked, if he was surprised by her answer, he didn't show it.
"He was shocked at first, especially when he noticed that something was different about me. It took some time for him to get used to the idea that his heir is expecting a child before having married. The fact that you are the father didn't make it any easier," Rhaenyra responded, putting one of her hands on Daemon's that was carefully caressing her swollen belly.
She was no longer able to hide it, especially not with the tight dresses she had to wear. It had worked for the first few months because the changes to her body hadn't been so significant. She couldn't hide anymore that she was in the fifth month of pregnancy. But now she would no longer have to since the talk with her father went so well.
"He told you that I only chose you to mock him and spit in his face. He wanted to convince you that my feelings for you are only pretended. That you are a fool to trust me." He wasn't asking, he saying it as if they were undeniable facts.
"Something like that. But I convinced him of the opposite. As you know, I'm pretty good with words."
Daemon chuckled, holding back the comment that had just crossed his mind. "You are not wrong."
"He didn't like the idea of us marrying but I made him realise that it not only made me happy, but it was also the best solution to stabilize the realm."
"There will be always people who will be unhappy with a woman as the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms but..."
"But with you by my side, there will be fewer," Rhaenyra finished his sentence.
"Again, you are not wrong."
Rhaenyra didn't put her thoughts into words. Thoughts about how unfair it was that the realm would never accept her as queen without a husband by her side. The fact that as a woman, she had fewer rights than a man. She would have to do something about this injustice as soon as she would be queen.
Despite her desire to change the existing system, she hoped she wouldn't become queen anytime soon. She could only become queen after her father had passed away and she didn't want to lose him. She knew he wouldn't live forever, she could only hope that the day of his demise wouldn't come so soon. Perhaps she could even make a difference before her coronation. She just had to push her father in the right direction, which wasn't easy with his wife being around him all the time. She had to find a way to make life easier for women.
"What did your father say about our marriage?" Daemon asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"He saw it coming that I would use his own words against him. He told me that he was proud of me and that I know very well how to negotiate. He said that I would make a fine queen. And he gave us our blessing after he asked me again if I was certain about my feelings for you. He also told me to keep an eye on you" The last sentence made Daemon chuckle. It didn't surprise him that his brother would say something like that.
"That means that there is nothing stopping us from getting married. Honestly, it surprises me that he didn't see it coming. He was always a little suspicious when we were around each other. He knew we were close, but I bet he didn't expect us to be that close."
"The last thing he expected was us having a child," Rhaenyra replied. "It's a surprise that we didn't beget a child earlier. After all, we are secretly seeing each other for almost two years."
"Perhaps, I should have visited you more often," Daemon joked.
"I wouldn't have minded that. At least, we no longer have to hide," Rhaenyra replied, lifting her chin so she could press her lips on Daemon's, smiling as he returned the kiss. Feeling his lips on hers made her have butterflies in her stomach just like when she had kissed him for the very first time. Her love for him had grown stronger over the past two years. Any kiss they shared was full of passion and love. Kissing him just felt right.
She couldn't get enough of him, especially since the living being growing inside her was changing the way she felt. She had the impression that she desired Daemon even more since she had realised she was pregnant. She was a lot hornier and the need for intimacy had become much stronger. She had the impression her body wanted her to beget another child although that was impossible at the moment.
"We should make our way to the bed first before things escalate. I don't want the citizens seeing us doing naughty things," Rhaenyra mentioned as she stared into her lover's hungry eyes. Lust could be seen in hers as well.
"Perhaps we should do that."