Arianne let out a satisfied sigh as she soaked in the warm water of her bath. She had already finished cleaning herself, and the water had yet to cool, so she just enjoyed the heat of the water and the lovely smell of the lavender oil it was scented with. She felt the minor aches in her body practically melt away thanks to the heat. She bit her lip as she remembered why she was sore in the first place. Her ravenous beast of a husband had been particularly vigorous the night before.
Husband, the thought still surprised her three moons after their wedding. If someone had told her before she left for King's Landing that she would end up so utterly besotted with Daemon Targaryen, she would have laughed. When her father told her in no uncertain terms that she was to marry the King's younger son, she had been livid. It had been sprung on her so suddenly that she had been taken aback completely and had raged at her father for it. She had still been in a foul mood when she met her intended, but her mood did not stay that way for long.
She whimpered in the bath and shook her head. The memory of that first night they had sex never failed to make her wet, and that was the last thing her still sore cunt needed. Needless to say, she had gone back for more, many times, in fact, and by the time their wedding night came, they were both well practiced at driving each other wild. They had stayed in King's Landing for a while after the wedding and had been back in Dorne for just over a week now. Months later, they still couldn't keep their hands off of each other.
She traced her hand down from the valley between her breasts to her soft yet still flat belly. It wouldn't be that way for long, she was sure. Not only had he filled her with enough seed to impregnate an entire brothel in the time they had been together, but her moonblood was late, later than it had ever been since it started. She sighed happily.
"Our children are going to be beautiful," she murmured to herself.
She called for the servants to help her dry off and dress, as well as take the cooling bathwater away. She chose a simple dress of golden silk that day, light enough for the heat of the summer day. Once she was done and her hair had been brushed, she made her way to the training yard. She knew that Daemon would be sparing in the early morning; there was scarcely ever a day where he didn't, and she hoped to break her fast with him when he was ready for a break.
As she reached the yard, she found Daemon, although he was not fighting anyone but rather appeared to be entertaining a few men with a tale. His muscular frame showed against the strained grey tunic he was wearing. She felt heat pool in her core despite her lingering soreness. Her uncle was among the crowd that had gathered, and while he looked unbothered, she noticed that his eyes were flinty. Arianne knew that Daemon had managed to win a fair few friends among the men in the palace, but her uncle and father remained wary at best.
She spotted her cousins, Tyene, Nymeria, and Obara, huddled together some distance back. There was a sheen of sweat on Obara's tanned skin, and her curly brown hair looked damp. She had clearly been sparring earlier, while her sisters clearly hadn't been.
"Dearest cousins," she said in greeting, finally getting their attention.
"Ari," Tyene said, her pale face lighting up as she noticed her, "I'm surprised you're awake so early."
"Why's that?" Arianne asked.
"Because you and the dragonwolf over there kept most of us up half the night fucking," Nymeria replied tiredly.
Arianne merely grinned at the pale brunette.
"He's a tough fucker, that man of yours," Obara grumbled.
"He handed Obara her lovely ass not long before you showed up," Tyene replied.
"Fuck off Tyene," Obara said without heat, earning a giggle from her blonde sister.
Arianne settled in her chair, amused by their lighthearted bickering, and listened to what her husband was telling the other men.
"...so the scout tells us that a massive fleet is approaching the island," Daemon said, "far too big to be a mere raiding party."
"I've never asked, why were you on Bear Island?" Oberyn asked.
"I had heard tell of its beauty from one of Lady Maege's daughters and wanted to see it for myself," Daemon replied. "She spoke true, as it turned out. It is quite far away and more than a little cold, but the dense woodlands and snow-capped mountains are gorgeous."
Arianne snorted, earning a look from Nymeria. "The gorgeous mountains he was looking to explore were not capped in snow but by large pink nipples. One of Lady Mormont's daughters had fallen into his bed when she and her mother visited Winterfell."
"He followed her to her home?" Tyene asked.
"She was apparently a great deal of fun," Arianne replied, "and given that his journey to Bear Island led him to me, I'm thankful."
"So what happened next?" Edric Dayne, his new young squire, asked.
"Well, I quickly realized that we were hopelessly outnumbered," Daemon continued. "Bear Island's entire population is just over thirteen thousand people, men, women, and children. According to Archmaester Haereg's work, the Ironborn can raise twenty thousand men, and it looked like their entire fleet had been brought to bear."
"They were after you, correct?" Areo Hotah asked.
"As far as we can tell," Daemon replied, "we weren't exactly able to ask them afterward."
"What did you do?" Edric asked.
"As I said, we were hopelessly outnumbered, and I knew that even if I gave myself up, they were still going to sack the island," Daemon replied, "so I came up with a different plan. You see, there are two types of berries that grow on Bear Island, one that is safe to eat, which I can't recall the name of, and another that the locals call berserker berries. They have unusual effects on people who eat them, making them angry beyond reason and itching to fight. They look almost identical to the other type too, round, smooth, red little berries."
"That has ended poorly for quite a few people over the years, I'm sure," Daemon Sand commented.
"To hear the Bear Islanders tell it, quite a few men have died after eating the wrong berry and trying to fight a bear, or fuck a bear, depending on the source," Daemon replied, earning a few chuckles. "Anyway, I ordered the people to go out and gather as many of these berries as they could while Lady Maege sent runners to the minor settlements with orders to come to the main village at once. The rest of us set up what was meant to look like a massive celebratory feast. Food and drink were prepared; fake entertainment was set up; and then, just before the pirates arrived, we fled into the woods and the massive cave systems that run under the island."
"You poisoned the food and drink with the berries," Oberyn said.
"Yes, we did," Daemon said with a grin. "I figured that the Ironborn would be convinced that they had us surrounded, and wouldn't think twice about helping themselves to the Bear Islanders' food and beer, imagining that they could hunt us at their leisure, and so they did."
"So they killed each other?" Areo asked.
"Well, we did lend them our aid," Daemon said with a chuckle. "Once the berries were in them, the sound of the fighting echoed far and wide. What we happened upon was less a battle and more a larger and bloodier melee than anyone has ever held. With the lot of them driven temporarily mad and bloodthirsty, every one of them was trying to kill everyone around them, which evened out the odds. When we joined the battle, acting as a cohesive fighting force, we were able to deal with them. They couldn't even consider fleeing either, so there were ultimately no survivors."
"A decidedly Dornish solution," Arianne called out.
Daemon looked over and noticed that she was there. "Wife."
That one word, uttered in his deep, gravelly voice, made her nipples harden against the soft fabric of her dress. His dark purple eyes bore into her, teaming with raw desire, a look she knew was reflected in her own.
"Husband," she practically purred as she walked up to him, forgetting for a moment that they had an audience. "I was hoping to break my fast with you. The servants have fetched plates of fruit and honeyed cakes."
"I suppose I could eat," he said, taking her hand in his and pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "Please, excuse us."
The various replies they got barely registered to her as she walked hand in hand with him to their chambers.
"Fuck yes!" she screamed as she rode him faster, her hips becoming a blur. She held Daemon's head down, pushing his face into her honey-covered breasts. He licked the sweet nectar off her pillowy mounds and dug his hands harder into her hips, rocking her back and forth on his pistoning cock.
"Fuck me, Daemon!" she cried, an order he was happy to fulfill. Moving her and his hips, he started grinding at a different angle, hitting a spot inside her that he knew she adored. When he was sure he was hitting the right spot, he captured one of her hard, dark nipples between his teeth and gently bit down. The effect was almost immediate.
"Yes, yes, YES," she screamed, coming undone and clenching around him so tightly it nearly hurt. With a roar, he came, painting her insides white with his seed. The two bucked and rocked against each other as their pleasure peaked, and they collapsed into the chair when it stopped. The two of them held each other close as they caught their breath.
"We should eat together just the two of us more often," he sighed in contentment.
It wasn't just the two of them, though; Arianne knew that even if she had yet to get a Maester to confirm it. She had been considering how best to tell her husband that she was pregnant. She didn't want to tell him just yet, just in case she was wrong or something happened in the first months. Even if she wasn't ready to tell him about the babe she was sure was growing inside her, she could broach the other subject she had wanted to discuss with him for a while now.
"How would you like to fuck my cousins?" she asked as casually as if she were asking about the weather. She tried not to laugh at the shocked look on his face and nearly succeeded.
"Very funny," he drawled.
"Oh, tis no jape, my love," she assured him, caressing his cheek as she stared into his eyes. "I've missed them dearly these last few moons, and I've missed enjoying them even more. I thought perhaps we could enjoy them together."
The throaty way she said the word enjoy left no question as to what she meant. To her surprise, he looked less enthusiastic than she had imagined; in fact, he looked vexed.
"I may not have the coloring," he replied, "but I am a dragon, and dragons are greedy creatures by nature, prone to hoarding what they want and reluctant in the extreme to share."
"It would be less you sharing me than us sharing them," she said. "It's not as though they are men."
He looked contemplative at that, and his face softened slightly. "We promised each other fidelity when we wed in that obnoxious sept. If this is something you want because you miss the touch of another woman, that's one thing, but if this is an attempt to convince me down the line to let you take paramours of your own, I have no interest."
She just stared at him, like he'd just suggested they take a trip to the ruins of Valyria. She sunk her fingers into his dark curls and leaned her forehead on his "Daemon, I was no maid when we first went to bed together, but I may as well have been for how thoroughly you eclipsed every man in my past. I've not even looked at another in the moons since and have no desire for them."
He relaxed at her words, and she felt herself relax in turn. She never imagined that he'd think she'd want to take lovers of her own, male ones anyway.
"I do miss bedding my cousins," she continued, "but more than that, I love them and I love you, and I can think of no greater gift I could give any of you than each other."
"Other noblewomen are reluctant to even share clothing with their bastard cousins and sisters," he chuckled.
"I am no ordinary noblewoman," she said, "and we Dornish are generally less wretched about bastardy than our northern neighbors.
"One of many reasons I love it here," he replied. "I just wish it wasn't so fucking hot."
She laughed and continued, "we'll have to work out rules for this, of course. I was thinking that we take no one to bed whom we can't both enjoy, which sadly excludes Sarella. That woman's tongue is downright sinful, but she has as little interest in men as you, alas."
"She's the one currently pretending to be a man in Oldtown, right?" he asked.
"Mmm hmm," she replied, "you'll meet her some day soon."
"Ellaria's girls are all far too young," he said, "so that leaves Obara, Nymeria, and Tyene."
"All three have heard me bragging since we arrived in Sunspear, and apparently Nymeria heard us fucking last night," she said. "Needless to say, they're all green with envy."
"And you, being the loving cousin that you are, just can't bear to watch them suffer so," he quipped.
"I love them far too dearly for that," she said with a grin.
"I love you," he said. "I'm sorry for jumping to the wrong conclusion earlier."
"I'm sure you'll make it up to me," she said, "but sadly not right now."
She got up out of his lap and fixed her dress as best she could.
"My father wanted to discuss trade matters of all things before he leaves for the Water Gardens tonight, and I need to freshen up," she said.
"I need to get back to the training yard anyway," Daemon replied. "I've just about figured out where Ned's skills are, so now I can really start training him."
"He seems like a good kid," Arianne said.
"He is," Daemon replied, "reminds me a little of my cousin Bran."
"He's the rambunctious one who tried to climb the Tower of the Hand, right?" Arianne asked.
"Aye, that's him, daft little bugger," Daemon chuckled. "I thought my poor aunt was going to drop dead when they caught him. Well, I should be off."
"I'll see you at the feast," Arianne said. She kissed him goodbye and watched him leave. She would need to change before she met with her father.
The feast had been fun, and Prince Doran had set off for the Water Gardens. It had been a strenuous few months for the Prince of Dorne. Traveling to King's Landing and back had been taxing for the older man, but it couldn't be helped. His daughter was set to wed a prince of House Targaryen, and such weddings happened at the capital with very few exceptions. Arianne and Daemon would be staying in Sunspear for a time, though Arianne expected to join her father before long. Daemon was honestly looking forward to seeing House Martell's private retreat. His wife had spoken of it in such glowing terms that he had to know if it actually lived up to the praise.
Sunspear was nice enough, even if it was too fucking hot. It possessed one of the largest collections of Rhoynar texts extant, and he had been enjoying the chance to look through them, even if he did have to rely on their maesters or his wife to help with the translations. He wasn't much of a scholar, save in military matters, but he had long been fascinated by tales of Rhoynar water magic described in works on the Spice Wars and was hoping to find something on the subject.
Daemon remained lost in thought all the way to his and Arianne's chambers, so much so that he failed to immediately notice the voices coming from behind the closed door. There was no distraction in the world so great that it could have stopped him from noticing the source of the voices, however. His loving wife was in their bed, surrounded by the three cousins she had talked about bringing into their bed. They had not one stitch of clothing between them.
"Ah, Daemon, at last," Arianne said, getting out of bed to greet him. Her magnificent breasts bounced as she walked towards him. "We were getting restless. I didn't want to start without you."
"All three?" he whispered to her.
"I think you're up to the challenge," she purred, groping as his cock, "part of you seems up to it already."
"Oh, I'm definitely up to it," he growled. "I just expected you to bring them in one at a time. I am a very lucky man, my love."
"Why waste time like that when we can have more fun like this?" she asked. Turning to the bed, she added, "girls, come show our prince just how lucky he truly is."
The three of them stood up and stared at him with unabashed lust written all over their faces. Arianne had apparently been very descriptive about his skills. All three were beautiful in one way or another. Tyene, with her pale skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes, looked innocent in a way he knew for a fact that she wasn't. She was the only one whose curves came close to his wife's, with full breasts and wide hips. She was about two inches taller than Arianne, though, so while her breasts and hips might be comparable, she didn't look quite as curvy as her.
Nymeria was the prettiest of the three by far. Even paler than Tyene, with long, straight brown hair and purple eyes. You could tell she had some Valyrian ancestry beyond those eyes, though, as her pixie-like face was almost hauntingly beautiful. She was an inch taller than Tyene and more willowy, with two of the most perfectly shaped breasts he had ever seen, capped with small pale pink nipples.
Obara stood between her sisters, the same height as Nymeria but very different in appearance. She was darkly complected for one, her skin nearly as dark as Arianne's. She was also, by far, the most muscular woman he had ever met. Even Dacey Mormont, who was taller than most men and ridiculously strong, was not quite so defined. Some might have thought her muscles gave her a manish look, but her firm breasts, nearly as big as Nymeria's, and the curve of her hips were distinctly feminine.
"I hope you fuck as well as you fight, Prince," Obara said brashly in an open challenge.
"Trust me, Obara," Arianne said from behind him, "if anything, he's an even better lover than he is a warrior."
He looked around and saw that his wife was sitting in a well-cushioned chair, her legs spread and her fingers already buried in the black curls that hid her sex.
He cocked an eyebrow at her and said, "You aren't joining in?"
"Later perhaps," she replied, "or next time. Right now, I want to watch."
"A little early to be talking about next time," Obara said.
"You'll want more," his wife said confidently, "trust me about that."
"I wouldn't doubt that, Obara," Nymeria purred, her eyes focused on his tented breeches. "I've heard them more than once since they arrived. Our Ari's never sounded so filled."
"Don't you mean fulfilled?" Tyene asked with a grin.
"That too," Nymeria replied, winking at her sister.
Daemon chuckled at the byplay and removed his belt. He pulled his rich black tunic over his head, revealing his muscular form and multiple scars. Obara licked her lips at the sight of him.
"Fuck, I can't believe you're a year younger than Tyene," she said. "You're built like a seasoned warrior."
"I'm only three years younger than you," Tyene grumbled. Daemon guessed Obara made a point of playing on the fact she was the eldest of them often.
"So who wants to go first?" he asked as he removed his breeches and let his aching cock spring free.
"You were right the first time," Tyene said to Nymeria, staring at his cock.
"What did I tell you?" Arianne asked, "Like he's part horse rather than wolf."
"Thank you so much for sharing him, Ari," Tyene purred as she walked up and grasped his cock. "My fingers don't even touch around it. You're gonna tear me apart."
"Only if you're good," he said. "Tell me, Tyene, can you be good for me?"
The blonde shuddered, and her eyes darkened further with desire. "I can be very good, my Prince."
"Then prove it," he said, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck and pushing her down. She hardly needed the push, sinking to her knees quickly and burying her face in his groin.
"It's huge," she whimpered. "The only way it could be better is if it still smelled like Arianne."
"Another time," he promised, hissing as she licked him from base to tip.
"You're just as much fun as she said," Nymeria breathed. She sank to her knees next to Tyene and joined her sister in worshiping his cock with her mouth. The two of them kissed and licked along his meaty shaft and made a show of kissing each other around his bulbous head.
"Fuck that feels good," he groaned, his hands coming to rest on their heads.
Obara leaned back against the bed, just watching as her sisters sucked his cock. Her gaze was heated, and she rubbed her muscular thighs together at the sight, but she looked like she was studying them, studying him. After a couple minutes of Tyene and Nymeria teasing him, she walked over and fell to her knees between them.
"I'll admit, you're impressive so far," she said. "I can almost see why Ari's so taken with you."
Without another word, her sisters moved away just enough to let her take his cock in her mouth. Bobbing up and down, the eldest Sand Snake took just half of him in at first. After a few tentative bobs further down, she took him down to the hilt.
"Fucking hells, do Dornish women just not have gag reflexes?" He wondered to himself.
She pulled out to breathe and started stroking him with both hands.
"Fuck, you're a thick one," Obara said.
"Let me try," Tyene said, taking her eldest sister's place.
She took nearly two-thirds of him in her mouth, sucking and teasing him with her tongue. When she tried to take more, though, she choked and had to pull back.
"Fuck," she complained.
"She's never had a cock this big," Nymeria said, "neither have I. Let's see how much I can take."
She started sucking his cock more slowly than Tyene had, taking only half of it to start and more carefully sinking further. She managed to take most of him, but as she tried to swallow the final two inches, she gagged as well.
"I guess I'm just going to have to practice," she said.
"We both will," Tyene said, looking up at him next to her sister.
"Well, you two can practice later," Arianne said. "I want to watch you fuck one of them, Daemon."
"Am I just a source of entertainment to you, my love?" he asked wryly.
"You know you're so much more," she replied.
"Yes, yes, you're so in love," Obara said mockingly. "You know, Arianne used to get bored of men more quickly than I do. It's been weird seeing her so entranced. I assume there's more to it than the horse cock here."
"I think you should find out first," Arianne replied. "You did manage to swallow him to the hilt."
If the other two objected, they didn't say. Obara simply wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily. Her kiss was as savage and untamed as he expected. She shoved her tongue in his mouth and blatantly challenged him to fight her back with his own. He met that challenge as well as he had her earlier one, and soon, for the second time that day, he had her on her back under him. She wrapped her legs around his waste and started grinding her surprisingly wet cunt along his length.
"Did sucking my cock really get you that wet?" he asked.
Rather than reply, Obara used her strength to flip them over and force him onto his back. He looked up at her in surprise.
"That's what I would have done earlier if you hadn't managed to get the training sword against my throat," she practically growled. "To answer your question, though, yes, sucking your cock did get me hot and wet. I've always enjoyed it, but you see, I've got a problem with it."
"What's that?" he asked through gritted teeth. The sensation of her grinding on his cock as firmly as she was was divine.
"I've very nearly given up on men," she said. "Been wondering if Sarella has the right of it. I find you lot attractive enough, but most of you are shit in bed, couldn't eat cunt if your lives depended on it, and can't last long enough when I really get going. Now Ari says you eat cunt better than most women, and I want to see if she's right, but she also says your cock is to die for. No man has ever made me cum with his cock alone, and I want to see if you can."
Her every word made his cock even harder. He'd never been with a woman who so openly challenged him like this, but he was used to being underestimated and challenged to fights. The Northmen, whose kin had bled and died for his parents' foolishness, hadn't taken very kindly to him at first, at least when his uncle wasn't around, and he'd gotten used to winning respect the hard way. This felt a lot like that, and he felt his old drive to prove himself flare up hard.
"I'll gladly feast on you later," he said, "but first I'm going to fuck you until you pass out."
She laughed and sneered, "not the first time I've heard that."
She picked up his heavy cock, lined it up with her cunt, and then drove down hard. She was very slick, so he didn't hurt her, but her eyes still widened as he stretched her. She was tight, though he'd yet to meet a woman who wasn't around him, but she felt different, and it took him a minute to realize that he actually felt her fluttering her wet walls around him as she took him deeper.
"You like that?" she asked, seeing the confusion on his face. "I've learned to make myself stronger everywhere, even my cunt."
She squeezed hard, and he let out a strangled groan. She felt like a gauntlet wrapped in warm, wet silk. No wonder the men she had been with couldn't hold themselves back. He wasn't exactly an ordinary man, though.
"You learned how to clench those muscles too?" he asked. At the wordless sound of confusion she gave him, he did the same, flexing his cock and making it grow momentarily thicker inside her.
"Ugh," she groaned, falling forward slightly. He took the opportunity to palm her breasts and bring one of her hard nipples to his mouth, making her moan.
"Looks like you met your match, sweet sister," Nymeria said haughtily, and she walked over to them. "You can squeeze your cunt hard enough to crush a grape. I wonder what he can do."
"Hold back as long as I want," he replied, switching to lick and tease her other nipple with his teeth.
Obara sat up, having taken nearly all of him inside her by then, and glared down at him. "We'll see about that."
Countless disappointments in bed had clearly left her resentful. Daemon looked forward to fucking that resentment out of her. She planted her hands on him for support and started riding him fiercely. As she started fucking him faster and harder, her firm, supple breasts started bouncing wildly on her chest. He wasn't usually one to just lay back and let a woman fuck him, unless he was exceedingly drunk, but in this case, he let her do what she wanted and just admired her.
She wasn't as beautiful as her sisters or cousin, but he still found her gorgeous. He had heard servants in the Red Keep deride her looks before she and her sisters left with their father after the wedding, but looking at her now, he thought they were idiots. Her strong arms and legs and the well-defined, hard muscles of her belly weren't exactly what you thought of when you thought of a woman, and neither were the scars, but there was a subtle feminine beauty to her. Her cunt was absolutely divine too. With the way she relaxed her muscles as she moved down and clenched them tight as she came up, it felt like she was milking him in a way he had never experienced.
He looked over at his wife, sitting there and fingering herself at the sight of them, and smiled. To say he was lucky was an understatement. Tyene and Nymeria finally joined them on the bed, crawling over on either side of them and facing Obara. They each placed a hand on the firm cheeks of her round arse. Seeing that he had a visibly wet cunt on either side of him and two free hands, he reached over and brushed his fingers gently over their wet nether lips. Nymeria gasped, and Tyene moaned, looking behind at him and grinning. Both girls moved closer to make it easier for him to finger them.
Soon, he had three girls moaning for him. He started matching Obara's rhythm, thrusting up into her and curled his fingers downward to find the spots in Tyene and Nymeria that he knew would make them cum faster. Obara was biting her lip; her face and chest flushed. She had been fucking him for a while; her whole body was starting to sweat, and her fast, hard pace was growing more erratic. He imagined she was getting close and decided to finish her off.
Pulling his fingers out of Tyene and Nymeria and ignoring their protests, he sat up, hooked his elbows under Obara's knees, and stood up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stared at him in surprise.
"You're even stronger than you look," she said, sounding impressed. "Why take me like this, though?"
"I made you a promise," he replied, "and I intend to keep it."
He started fucking her in that new position, just as hard as she had fucked him. She cried out at the unfamiliar position and grabbed the top of the canopy overhead with both hands. He dug his fingers into her firm ass and started searching with every deep thrust for a spot he knew her cousin loved. At that angle, it didn't take him long to find it, and he was immediately rewarded with a scream from his ornery lover.
"Ahh fuck!" she screamed, "hit that again!"
He did, enjoying the familiar sensation of the head of his cock being enveloped by something within a woman's cunt.
"AHH AHH AHH!" Obara screamed every time he hit that spot deep inside her, soaring towards her peak.
Daemon heard two sets of muffled moans coming from behind him, and though he desperately wanted to look and see if that meant what he thought it did, his sole focus was on the woman he was buried inside. She said she had never cum from having a man inside her, and he was determined to drown her in that pleasure she had never known. After another minute of pounding her hard, he got what he wanted.
"FUCK!" she absolutely shrieked as she came. A gush of fluid poured out of her undulating cunt and soaked his balls and feet. Daemon's eyes nearly crossed at the sensation of her quivering walls around his cock. He had to get her to teach Arianne how to strengthen the muscles of her cunt if this was the result. It took more effort than he had needed in years to keep from spilling inside her.
She let go of the canopy as her orgasm ended and wrapped her arms back around his neck. He looked into her eyes and saw that she looked dazed and unfocused but also, for the first time that night, relaxed.
"Fuck me," Obara sighed.
"Oh, I intend to," he replied with a grin.
Without giving her a second to reply, he turned around and planted her on the bed. He kissed her deeply, dominating her tongue with his own. The struggle for dominance that had defined their first kiss was completely missing from this one. He started fucking her again, hard and deep like before. As he did, he looked over and noticed Tyene and Nymeria wrapped around each other, licking one another's cunts.
Fuck I love Dorne.
He would focus on them soon, but first he intended to make good on his promise and make Obara pass out.
"Love your fucking cock!" she cried as he kept fucking her, driving deep to the spot he knew was sensitive. "You're gonna make me fucking cum again!"
"I'm going to fucking ruin you!" he growled in her ear. "You're going to need my cock like air when I'm done with you."
"YES!" she screamed, coming undone again. "Fucking break me!"
He kept fucking her through her orgasm, more able to deal with the sensation of her strong walls writhing around him this time. Her second peak had barely finished when she barreled into her third. He seemed to have set off a chain of orgasms for her and fucked her through them all. All the while, she screamed and thrashed in his arms, growing more and more incoherent. Tyene and Nymeria broke apart at the sound to watch their older sister seemingly lose her mind.
Daemon's stamina was exceptional, but he had his limits, and Obara's incredible cunt fluttering and squeezing around him over and over again without end proved to be too much.
"Ahh, Gods!" he cried out, cumming deep inside the older woman. He buried his face in her neck and rode out the pleasure of his peak until it stopped. As his orgasm finished, he pushed himself up to look down at her. Her eyes were open but completely unfocused, and as he watched, they fluttered closed.
He rolled over and tried to catch his breath. He and Arianne had had some very long nights over the past few moons, and he had enjoyed even longer nights with multiple whores before, but he couldn't recall a time when he had fucked anyone quite that intensely, and it had left him tired. As Tyene and Nymeria crawled over, though, the sight of their gorgeous bodies and beautiful, glistening faces seemed to give him a second wind.
"No one has ever fucked her like that," Tyene said in awe.
"Have you three done this before?" he asked.
"The three of us together never have, but we've shared men between us two at a time before," Nymeria replied.
"I'm the only one who's ever…" Tyene trailed off, looking worried and glancing at Arianne.
"I've told him the story of the ruined dress," his wife said. "Worry not."
"She never wanted to try sharing another man after that," Tyene giggled, "not until you."
Daemon looked at Arianne and saw that she had clearly been enjoying herself. Her face was flushed, and her body looked heated and sweaty. In the light of the fire, he could see the glistening arousal between her legs and on the fingers of her right hand, which she was kneading one of her breasts with just then.
"Enjoying the show?" he asked.
"Very much," she purred. "Obara's refusal to believe that you are as good as I said has been infuriating. I'm going to get to be very smug in the morning."
He laughed at her and turned his attention back to the remaining Sand Snakes. He didn't bother asking Arianne if she wanted to join in yet; he knew she would when she chose to.
"So I hate to admit it, but your sister did leave me rather tired," he said.
"Part of you looks wide awake," Nymeria said wryly, looking at his rapidly hardening cock.
"I would have to be dead not to grow hard at a sight like you two," he replied, making them both grin.
"Nymeria, I want you to sit on my face while Tyene rides me," he said. The two sisters looked at each other for a moment before crawling over to him. Nymeria kissed him, and he tasted her sister's juices on her lips. He groaned into her mouth as he was reminded of what she had just been doing. Maybe it was the Targaryen in him, but the idea of two sisters having sex with each other made him harder than anything. He had had a whore and her mother at the same time once, but having multiple sisters at once was new.
She pulled away and let Tyene take her place, the gorgeous blonde taking his face in her hands and kissing him more gently than either of her sisters had. When he broke off for air, she crawled over to his cock and started straddling it.
"You've seriously had this whole thing inside you?" she asked, turning to Arianne.
"Obara just did," Arianne replied.
"Obara's not tiny," Tyene giggled.
"I let you have my husband for tonight, and you repay me with insults?" Arianne said dramatically.
Tyene just laughed, saying, "you know as well as I do that I'm impressed."
"Well, go on and show me if you're as impressive," Arianne commanded.
Tyene lined his cock up with her and pushed down slightly. His bulbous head had never felt larger than it did as she failed to fit him inside her at first.
"Here, let me," Nymeria said. Crawling over to her sister, she took his cock in her hand and started rubbing gentle little circles over Tyene's clit. Tyene whimpered and tried again, pushing down on his cock just as hard as she dared. After a few seconds, he felt her give way, and the head of his cock slipped inside.
"Oh fuck!" she cried, steadying herself by placing her hands on his chest.
"You're so tight," he groaned. He had had virgins that didn't feel that small.
"I don't fuck giants nightly," she groaned, trying to push further but only taking another inch or so.
"You're a big girl, sweet sister," Nymeria teased. "I'm sure you can do it."
The purple eyed girl buried her face in Tyene's full breasts. Cupping them in her hands, she brought one to her mouth and gave it a teasing lick.
"Play with them, Nym," Tyene all but begged, "it's making the burn fade."
"Take it slow," Daemon said, "there's no need to hurt yourself."
"But it's more fun when it hurts," she moaned, "and you hurt so good."
The blonde started fucking him with short little thrusts, trying to sink further and further as she went. Her wiggling and bouncing managed to do it, though it was still slow going. She didn't have the bizarre and wonderful muscle control of her eldest sister, but she was so damn narrow that he felt like he was trying to fit a key into a lock that it just would not fit. He expected her to bottom out about halfway from how small she felt, but to his surprise and delight, she eventually managed to take every inch of him.
Her whole body shaking from the effort and her eyes shut tight, Tyene was finally able to rest on top of him. "You make me feel so small, Seven Hells."
"Well, you managed anyway, Tyene," Nymeria cooed. "How does he feel?"
"Big and thick and so damn good," Tyene whimpered. "I'm so full."
"I'm looking forward to finding out," Nymeria said before turning to Daemon, "but first I think you said something about wanting me on your face."
"Yes, I've not buried my face between a woman's thighs all day," Daemon said.
"You sound disappointed," Nymeria laughed. "You actually enjoy it?"
"There's something to be said about seeing and hearing a woman fall apart from just your tongue," he replied.
"You're not wrong," she replied.
She crawled up to him and swung her legs around his neck. She shifted upward from there, and Daemon was treated to the sight of the most beautiful cunt he'd ever seen. She had possibly the smallest nether lips he'd ever seen, and he found the image oddly pretty. Her little pink clit was protruding from its hood, plainly visible and hard even through the soft brown curls. He grabbed her ass with both hands and brought her down onto his hungry mouth.
She sighed and relaxed against him, content to just receive his eager attention. Helping get her sister impaled on his cock had clearly turned her on, and despite how much fun she had had with Tyene while he was fucking Obara, she was still dripping wet. He licked up and down along her cunt to start with, teasing her gently. While he started eating Nymeria out, Tyene finally felt like she had adjusted to his size and started bouncing on him.
"You feel so fucking good inside me," she moaned, "no wonder Ari's so obsessed."
"I wouldn't say obsessed," his wife replied in a strained voice. She was clearly still touching herself.
"I would," Nymeria laughed, "you've been...of fuck right there...you bragged all during our stay in King's Landing and again when you joined us here."
Daemon chuckled at her words and started tracing little circles around her clit. He knew that his wife had been telling her cousins about the fun they had been having in bed; she had told him as much, but he had no idea that she had been doing it to arrange something like this. Tyene had started bouncing wildly on him and was practically squeaking every time he bottomed out inside her.
"So...fucking...good!" Tyene cried. "I'm already...already...fuck!"
He felt her quivering around him as she came and focused on bringing her sister to her peak as well. He brought a hand to her quim and shoved two fingers inside. Curling them, he quickly found the spot he had earlier and started pressing against it as he fingered her.
"Oh fuck yes!" she moaned.
He latched his lips around her throbbing clit and sucked it into his mouth to lick it more directly, all while still playing with that particular spot inside her. She came with a wordless scream, bucking wildly against him. Fluid gushed from her, soaking his face. He held her tightly and continued licking and kissing her cunt, keeping her orgasm going as long as he could. Just as he suspected she was going to beg him to stop, he relented and let her roll off his glistening face. With Nymeria no longer blocking his view, he could see that Tyene was staring at him with wide eyes.
"Even you're going to have a hard time with this thing, Nym," Tyene said. Suddenly her face broke into an impish, mischievous grin, and she continued, "maybe I should loosen you up a bit."
"Sounds great," Nymeria panted. "Just wait...until I can feel my body again...Seven Hells, that was good."
"How do you plan to 'loosen her up?'" Daemon asked.
"You'll just have to wait and see," Tyene replied with a grin and a wink. She pulled off him, letting his flop wetly against his abs, and got on all fours in front of Nymeria. "Fuck me from behind while I get her ready for you."
Daemon wondered just how she planned to make her sister any more ready for him than she would be already, but was content to just learn as it happened. He moved behind her and took in the awe-inspiring sight of her full, round arse. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Arianne's, but her ass was possibly even bigger. He knew her mother was a septa, so perhaps a truly divine ass was to be expected. He held back a laugh as he lined himself up with her and pushed forward. She was still incredibly tight, but she wasn't near-impossible to penetrate this time.
"Fuck, that's good," Tyene hissed as he sank deep. "Ari this is the nicest thing you've ever done for me."
Arianne just laughed from her chair. Daemon sunk his fingers into her fleshy ass and started fucking her with hard, deep thrusts. Her moans echoed through the room, matched only by the sound of his hips smacking against her jiggling ass. Daemon was so focused on Tyene that he didn't notice when she started fingering Nymeria. Only when the beautiful brunette cried out did he look and see that Tyene had four fingers inside her sister.
Nymeria caught his eye and winked at him, asking, "how does she feel?"
"Like a fucking vice," he groaned.
"She's always been tiny," Nymeria moaned. "I could barely fit more than a finger in her the first time we had sex."
"You changed that...soon enough," Tyene panted.
"Yeah, I did," Nymeria moaned. "More Ty."
"You...oh fuck...you sure?" Tyene asked.
"Yeah, the whole thing," Nymeria breathed.
Daemon didn't know what she meant and nearly stopped moving when he saw Tyene pull back her fingers and carefully add her thumb before pushing again. He had heard of a woman taking an entire fist inside herself before, but he had never seen it.
"Oh gods!" Nymeria cried as Tyene pushed in fully. Her back arched, completely taut, and she squeezed her eyes shut. "Seven Hells."
"How does that feel?" Daemon couldn't help but ask.
"Intense," Nymeria replied, her voice breathy and strained. "It hurts a little, but it feels so good too. Lick me Ty."
As Tyene leaned in to lick Nymeria's clit, she crawled forward a step, taking him with her. Daemon grabbed a handful of her hair and gently pushed her forward towards her sister. Nymeria grinned at him and intertwined her fingers with his on Tyene's head.
"Fuck Tyene, don't stop," Nymeria moaned. Daemon could see Tyene's arm moving increasingly vigorously, as she licked Nymeria's clit. The Brunette's moans grew louder: "don't stop, don't stop, don't..."
She trailed off and screamed, her back going taut as a bowstring and rising off the bed. She shuddered for a solid half minute at least before she collapsed on her back. Tyene slowly pulled her hand out of Nymeria and laughed at the sight before them. Nymeria was panting hard, her chest and face flushed red, staring at the ceiling with wide, unfocused eyes.
"Nothing makes her cum harder than that," Tyene said, looking back at him, "though I suppose you might stud."
"I plan to," he said, "but first I'm going to make you forget your own name."
He pushed her down until she was lying flush on the bed and started fucking her with slow, deep thrusts.
"Ahh!" she screamed as he hit a spot deep inside her, "right there! Harder!"
Harder was one demand he had never refused. He pounded her hard and deep, his every thrust making her cry out. His every stroke made her arse ripple, a sight that utterly captivated him. Without thinking, he brought his hand down hard on one of her jiggling cheeks.
"YES!" she screamed, "hit me, fuck me, just make me cum!"
He spanked her other cheek and grabbed a fistful of her long blonde hair.
"You think you deserve it?" he asked, slowing down his thrusts.
"Please make me cum; I'm so close!" she cried, "I'll do anything. I'll worship you and Arianne every night; just don't stop!"
"She has been a very good girl," Arianne remarked. "I think you should make her squeal."
He looked over at his wife and grinned. Pulling Tyene's head up just a little further, he buried his face in the slender column of her neck and peppered kisses along it. He picked up his pace, building up to a truly savage rhythm. The effect was immediate, as Tyene started letting out staccato screams with his every thrust. When he sensed she was right on the edge, he found her pulse point and gently bit her.
She screamed so loudly that he didn't know how she failed to rouse Obara. Her whole body convulsed under him, her already vice-tight cunt squeezing him so hard it nearly hurt. She squirted under him, a jet of fluid flying off the bed onto the floor below. By some miracle, he managed to barely hold off from finishing, fucking her through her entire orgasm. When she finally stilled, he pulled out of her and flipped her over, intending to continue.
"Wow, I don't think I've ever seen her cum that hard," Nymeria said, her voice tinged with genuine awe. "Tyene?"
"Incredible," Tyene managed to get out as she panted for breath. Her lovely blue eyes, staring blankly at the canopy above the bed, slowly closed as her breathing slowed.
"I think she'll be out for a bit," Nymeria laughed, "and Obara's still dead to the world, so…"
She trailed off as she noticed his cock, shining with her sisters' arousal and standing strong.
"You didn't finish?" she asked in shock.
"I managed to hold off," Daemon replied, "barely, but still."
"Fuck," Nymeria sighed, "come take my place. I want to ride you."
He had no problem with that; after fucking both Tyene and Obara, he could use the relative break. He settled down on his back next to Tyene, though Nymeria gently pushed her over towards their sister. Daemon snorted when the sleeping, muscular woman instinctively wrapped an arm around Tyene. Nymeria crawled up to him and made a show of running her tongue teasingly along his entire length.
"Mmm, delicious," she moaned.
He felt his cock throb and groaned, "I fucking love Dorne."
She laughed and took his cock in her hand, slowly stroking him. "We have been very welcoming, haven't we?" She swung her leg around him and straddled his cock, not facing him as he'd expected but facing Arianne. She ground her wet cunt along his length a couple times before picking him up, lining him up, and pushing down.
"Fuck, you're big," she cooed.
Nymeria's slick walls clung to him wonderfully. If he didn't know, he would not have guessed that her sister's entire hand had been inside her not half an hour prior. She took his length slowly, wiggling and gently bouncing her way down until he bottomed out.
"You are very lucky," Nymeria said, looking at Arianne.
"I am," Arianne replied, still fingering herself.
"Do you have any oil on hand?" Nymeria asked.
Oi…" Arianne trailed off for a moment, clearly surprised. "Are you sure? Even I haven't tried that yet."
Nymeria started bouncing on his cock then, whimpering and sighing as she went. "You know I love it so, though if you want me to wait for you…"
"No," Arianne breathed out, "I want to see you manage it first. I'll get the oil."
Nymeria just laughed as Arianne threw a robe around herself and went to find a servant. As his wife left, she picked up the pace.
"You don't mean what I think you do?" Daemon asked.
"And what do you think?" she replied, looking back at him with a grin.
"That you want me to fuck your tight little arse," he growled.
"I do," she moaned. "I want it so badly."
Daemon grabbed Nymeria's hips and sat up, moving her on to her hands and knees. He grabbed a handful of her long, dark hair and pulled gently.
"You're a perfect little whore, aren't you?" he asked. She just whimpered in response and started rocking back against him harder. "You love being fucked in the arse, don't you?"
"So much," she moaned.
"You ever had anything as big as me back there?" Daemon asked.
"Never!" Nymeria cried.
He pulled her head back and reached under her to grab and knead one of her perfect breasts. Bringing his mouth right to her ear, he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't walk straight for a week."
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" she screamed, cumming around his cock. He just grabbed her hips and started fucking her harder. It was a rare woman who was willing to take him in her arse, and if this gorgeous woman wanted him, he was going to happily give her all he had.
Arianne walked back in as Nymeria's orgasm started to fade.
"We're lucky there were still servants awake," she remarked. His wife slipped her robe off and quickly walked up to the bed.
"Joining in at last?" he asked, kissing her passionately the second she was within reach.
"Mmm, for this at least," she sighed. "I've been enjoying myself watching you reduce my mighty cousins to mewling, babbling wrecks, but watching you try to fit this beautiful monstrosity in Nym's ass, that I want to see up close."
Arianne removed the stopper from the small bottle in her hand and poured a good amount into her palm. Daemon pulled out of Nymeria's cunt and swore he saw her arsehole wink at him.
"You've always been wonderful about sharing with us," Nymeria cooed at her cousin, "ever since we were little girls playing with toys."
"I don't know how much I like being compared to a toy," he joked.
"Worry not, my love," Arianne replied as she coated her fingers in the oil, "you bring me far more joy than my dolls ever did."
He rolled his eyes and smiled down at her. Arianne started drawing teasing little circles around Nymeria's tightest hole. The older girl just sighed and rested her head on her hands.
"If you've never tried a finger in the ass, my Prince, I would suggest it," she said as Arianne started fingering her slowly.
"I'll pass," Daemon replied flatly.
"Don't dismiss it so easily," Nymeria insisted. "There's a spot inside you; I've seen boys cum so hard they cry when it's prodded."
"If he doesn't want to try, it's fine," Arianne chided her as she inserted a second finger. "We're not all such whores for having our arses played with."
"It's so good," Nymeria mewled. "Just like that, that's divine."
Arianne laughed and added a third finger, moving slowly and stretching out the tight hole. For a moment, Daemon wondered if the hedonistic girl could fit a woman's fist back there as well, but Arianne seemed to decide that three fingers would suffice. Pulling out of Nymeria's ass, she coated her hand again and stroked his cock until the entire thing was slick with the thick liquid.
"Go on," she whispered to him, "split her in two and pound her until she sees stars."
Daemon positioned the bulbous head of his cock against Nymeria's arsehole and paused there for a moment. He pushed forward carefully, his eyes nearly crossing as the head of his cock was enveloped by the tight ring of her sphincter.
"Oh gods," she cried, "you're fucking gigantic."
"Why do you think I haven't tried this yet?" Arianne asked, "I'm impressed you even got the head in."
"That's just the head?" she asked, looking behind at her cousin and him.
"I'll just stay like this," Daemon promised. "I need to pause anyway; you feel like a clenched fist."
"Do you need more oil?" Arianne asked.
"No, just a minute," Nymeria panted.
Arianne took advantage of the break to go wash her hands in the basin of water. Daemon hadn't even noticed her bring in the jar of fresh water sitting empty next to it. When she rejoined them, he decided to try pushing forward just a little, half an inch at most, and paused again.
"Was that alright?" Daemon asked.
"Yes," Nymeria replied, "just go slowly, and I think I can take you."
He did move slowly, almost torturously so, pushing forward and pulling back with gentle thrusts as he conquered more and more of her arse. Nymeria gasped and panted throughout, visibly strained as she did her best to relax the tight muscles of her arse and take him in. The sounds she made were like music to him, and they grew faster as he slid further in. Eventually he was fully sheathed inside her, his body pressed against the cheeks of her arse. Her willowy frame was shaking against him from the effort.
"Fuck me," she said, her voice shaky. "Pound me so hard, I'll feel you for a week."
"As you command, Lady Nym," he teased her. He pulled out halfway and slammed forward as hard as he dared.
"Oh fuck yes!" she screamed.
Convinced that she could take him, Daemon started fucking her in earnest. Anal sex was something he did not have often. The whores and servant girls he had enjoyed had often talked him out of it, if not outright refused the odd time he brought it up, usually citing his size and he loved cunt too much to complain. As he fucked Nymeria in her almost painfully tight arse, though, he had to admit there was something special about the almost primal feeling it evoked. The fact that the tight ring of her hole and her sweltering heat felt wonderful too could not be overstated.
"We have to try this some time," Arianne murmured next to him.
"It's so good," Nymeria cried.
He picked up the pace, fucking her hard enough that his large, heavy balls started smacking her dripping cunt. Arianne reached under Nymeria and started rubbing little circles around her clit.
"I must thank you, Nym," she purred in the other girl's ear. "I would have been too scared to try this without seeing you manage it."
"Thank you!" Nymeria screamed, probably half-hearing her cousin at best. "Keep rubbing me, please! I'm gonna cum!"
Arianne reached under her with her other hand and took one of her swinging breasts in her hand, teasing her tender flesh and gently pinching her nipple. Nymeria came with a wordless scream, her cunt soaking his balls as she gushed over them.
"Oh fuck!" he groaned as he came, the feeling of her tight arsehole squeezing him so tightly he could barely move proving too much. He collapsed on her, barely managing to catch himself and avoid smothering her. The two of them rode out the waves of pleasure together. When it finally ended, Daemon sank to his elbows on either side of Nymeria's head and slowly pulled his softening length out of her arse.
Arianne helped her cousin sit up and directed the dazed, tired girl towards her sisters, whom she joined quickly. He walked over to the basin and washed his cock and hands carefully. When he was finished, he turned and saw Obara had woken up. She was shaking her sisters awake and managed to rouse them quickly enough. Daemon felt his cock twitch as three heated, lustful gazes were directed his way, his loving wife perched on the bed and clearly ready to watch more debauchery. He was in for one hell of a long night, but there was no way he going to complain.
Arianne couldn't say how long it took, but eventually Daemon had left the three Sand Snakes lying in a heap together, passed out in each other's arms. It was a surprisingly peaceful, tender sight and as she looked away from them, she noticed Daemon looking at them with a clear sense of pride. He had every right to feel proud. She walked up to him quietly and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I would ask how you enjoyed them, but it was rather clear," Arianne whispered in his ear.
"Thank you," he said, brushing her long black hair around her ear and cupping her cheek. "I can't think of many men whose wives would arrange something like this for them."
"I am no ordinary wife," she said, "and you are no ordinary man. Fucking all three of them to sleep, I am impressed."
"I live to impress," he chuckled, taking her hand in his and pressing his lips to her knuckles. "We will have to make sure that all three take moon tea."
"Of course," Arianne replied, "I was clear about that. None of them are to have your children until I have."
He looked stunned by that. She would have no problem with him giving her cousins children if they wanted any. They could grow up with their trueborn cousins and siblings, just as she had with their mothers. She would have his first child, though, at least out of the four of them. She saw his stunned look turn to concern and was about to ask what he was thinking when he beat her to it.
"Was that what this was about?" he asked, his voice more uncertain than she had ever heard. "Are you worried about the baby?"
It was her turn to be stunned as he glanced at her belly. She took a step back. "How could you possibly...am I showing already?"
She felt around her middle frantically, looking for any swelling. He quickly stood up and took her hands in his.
"Ari," he said softly, his eyes boring into hers, "it's far too soon for that."
"Then how could you...I mean, even I'm not sure…" she trailed off.
"We spend our every night together," he explained, "and we have sex most nights, including that one night where you were so drunk that you forgot that you had started to bleed."
She blushed at the memory; it had been mortifying in the moment. "I did apologize.
"And I said you didn't need to," he chuckled. "I'd be a pretty shit warrior if I was bothered by the sight or even the taste of blood."
She felt heat pool between her legs. He had said the same thing then and enthusiastically shown her how much he meant it.
"That was what, five, six weeks ago now?" he asked. "I was going to let you tell me in your own time, but I need to know: all of this, the sudden suggestion that I bed your cousins, arranging for the three of them to join us, was this about the babe?"
"Many men take lovers when their wives are pregnant," Arianne said, staring into his vibrant purple eyes, "especially in Dorne, and I don't…"
"Do you think so little of me?" he asked, looking at her unhappily.
"No," Arianne replied honestly. "I believe that you would keep away from other women, even when I can't bed you, if I asked, but I wouldn't do that. I've intended to share you with them for a while; I had always planned to do so if I ever found a man worthy."
"And I'm worthy, am I?" he asked with a grin, the concern leaving his face.
"Very," she purred, "even when I've grown hideously fat and the maesters say it's not safe to fuck me any more, I'll still be able to watch you make my cousins crave your touch and your cock even more."
She tried to sound unbothered, but her voice grew strained as she spoke, and Daemon felt the need to assure her, "You'll not be hideous."
"I remember what it was like to be chubby," Arianne said. "I'll admit, as much as I do want to be a mother, I'm not looking forward to that."
"Well, I am," Daemon said, "even beyond the fact that your breasts are going to grow and your gorgeous hips are going to get even wider…"
"Daemon..." she tried to cut him off.
He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately before she could say another word. As he broke off the kiss, he pressed his forehead to hers and continued, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. How could you possibly think that having our babe growing inside you would change that for me?"
"Daemon…" she choked, her eyes filling with tears.
"I'll make love to you every night of this pregnancy that the Maesters say is safe," he promised, "and whatever else I need to do to prove that you are still the most beautiful woman in the world."
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too," he replied, kissing her again.
As she felt his hardening length against her slit, she pulled back and looked at him in shock. "Do you even have limits?"
"Not around you; I don't," he chuckled.
"Inside me now!" she exclaimed.
Daemon kissed her again, and the two scrambled to the bed, falling in together. He pushed inside in one long thrust, making her cry out. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and sighed.
"I meant what I said; you can still keep them as your paramours," she whispered. "I'm not nearly cruel enough to let them have you only once."
He laughed against her neck and started fucking her with slow, gentle thrusts. His wife was utterly mad by the standards of Westerosi nobility. He wouldn't have her any other way. The two made love until they passed out in each other's arms.