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blakeswritingimagines · 10 months

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“Take me to the...” Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary: The rouge prince has met his match not just in a person but in kinks as well, and when word gets around that he’s been to the brothel with another what happens when it reaches word to his brother the king.

Word Count: 6.4K

Warnings: She/Her pronouns used, Hair pulling, Spanking, Choking, Degradation, Nipple play, Dom/Sub, Orgasm denial, Overstimulation.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

After a few rounds of sex, both you and Daemon were covered in marks and panted heavily as you cuddled close to each other as everything settled back down much like every night did since you both had gotten married.Enjoying how his strong body was against yours but noticed how delicious his pale skin looked with the marks you had left on him then looked up at him as you kissed his jaw before leaning up to kiss him again just much more tenderly then just mere more ago acting as if you were ready to go again but spoke softly having had this idea on your mind for a while since the blonde male had told you stories about it but didn't know how to bring it up to him "Daemon? I have something else I'd like to try with you."

“Hmm, what would that be my dear?” Daemon smiled as you lay in bed together. His arms wrapped around you tightly as you clung to him. Thinking you were beautiful when you were like this; soft, loving, and full of desire. It was as if you were still young again. “Tell me, Y/n. I would listen to anything you suggest,” he whispered in your ear as he leaned close to kissing you lightly. You moved around and sat down on his lap as you both were still bare and saw no problem letting your body just simply be especially since he had made it a rule that when alone in your private chambers you both weren't going to be wearing clothes which made it all the more easier to have sex whenever and however. Placing your hands down on his chest that had nail marks due to you holding him closer during the intimate act and bit down on your lower lip before meeting his beautiful violet eyes that were still dark with desire as you seductively whispered out the words "I want to see the brothel you've spoken about for myself."

“You want to visit the Street of Silk?” Daemon raised an eyebrow in slight surprise. The Street of Silk was filled with brothels and was a famous spot for those who sought the company of women… But why would you want to visit? He had never thought to bring you there before. Did you somehow enjoy the stories he had told of the women that awaited there? Did you simply want to see what it was like yourself?. Daemon’s breath caught in his throat for a moment, but he quickly smiled and kissed you again. “Why you little minx. I did make that promise to you, did I not?” He kissed you again just more teasingly. “I’m sure the ladies there will be more than happy to pleasure such a pretty thing like you.” Daemon smiled as he caressed your face. “And me as well….” He added, his voice trailing off.

You grinned to yourself at his reaction before nodding your head at his words having heard it enough times that he would take you only for it to be pushed off enough times that you finally brought it up to go, feeling the fire in your belly once at his words that other ladies wouldn't miss a chance with you even if you only had him in mind for when you both went to the brothel but leaned down as you brushed your lips against his "What will you do to me my love? tell me." Daemon took you into his arms as he kissed you passionately. You knew how to touch him when you wanted, and it made his body blaze with desire even at the most inopportune times. He moved his lips from your mouth to your neck kissing over the marks he left on your colored skin finding you even more beautiful like this. "I will do things to you that the gods did not mean for a woman to ever experience," he teased, his voice full of playful mischief. "My love, you will beg for more. But you will only have me, only me. You are mine alone."

Softly moaning into the kiss as you shifted your body against his feeling his excitement rise again which only caused you to move more, tilting your head to the side feeling his lips move down your neck knowing most marks he left on you wouldn't be noticeable unless you were naked causing more eagerness to happen since most couldn't tell what he put you through only knowing when they noticed the marks on the pale prince. Sighing softly at his words as you rested your head against his own lightly looking into his eyes as your hands moved up and down his chest until they started going lower and lower having talked that if neither of you had such duties that you most likely would never leave the room "Show me and the others...prove it."

Daemon’s breathing grew harder and harder as you moved your hands farther down his chest. “Oh, you want to go now?” He whispered seductively into your ear. The air around you both seemed to be filled with the aroma of pleasure and desire, and Daemon could feel himself growing impatient. He would need you, soon. But he would not rush this moment. He would take his time and enjoy you as long as he could with this idea you presented to him. “Do not tempt me, my love,” he whispered as he kissed your neck again. You tossed your head back as your eyes closed at his words feeling as if there was never enough of the prince to touch or taste on your tongue even as your body shuddered at just the mere thought of going again, moving your hands up to his broad shoulders as you held onto him holding him and closed your eyes slowly opened but smiled innocently as if you knew what you were doing to him and spoke as his lips were on your throat again "If it gets me my way I'll do as I please....Especially once we're at the brothel but you'll just have to wait and see."

Daemon chuckled at your words, but he knew you were right. He needed to be careful or you would drive him mad with your beauty. He leaned down and kissed you again, this time softly and slowly, his tongue exploring your mouth and his hands caressing your body. You were right; you both would have to wait until the time came to go to the brothel, and only then would he truly let loose. Until then, he would enjoy this moment, and all the pleasure he could wring from it. After a few more days and waiting until the dead of night to leave most asleep except for you and Daemon both of which were dressed as you both left the castle and into the busy streets of King's landing, holding Daemon's hand as he lead the way to the brothel that you both would be enjoying for the night only stopping once inside as you looked around seeing most already naked and pleasuring each other and took it all in. Until you looked up at him with desire in your eyes as you pulled him closer letting your warm breath hit his face as you spoke hungrily toward him "Take me."

Daemon grinned as he looked at you, a devilish sparkle in his eyes. He felt as if he could not have you soon enough. “You are an impatient girl, Y/n,” Daemon whispered, “Do you trust me?” He leaned close to you, his breath just as warm as yours. “Close your eyes, precious. Then I will show you.” Daemon whispered, his voice filled with a desire both primal and forbidden. You wrapped your arms around him knowing this was not time to play around and be a brat like you usually would but even as he started to act more like the dominant toward you, nodding your head as if you didn't even need to think over his question before you let your eyes flutter shut without a problem as you bit down on your lower lip out of anticipation for what he would do to you with all these other people around watching. Daemon moved in closer to you and lifted you up in his arms, his lips moving down your neck. He kissed you softly, his tongue tasting your flesh once again. He turned with you in his arms and laid you down on a bed that was in the middle of the space so whoever was around or would come in could easily see, still in his embrace. “Be ready,” Daemon whispered, “I am about to show you things few humans were ever meant to see." Daemon kissed you again, his body pressing firmly against yours as he moved closer and closer towards letting loose. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

You let out a soft gasp as you no longer felt the floor beneath you only for the softness of the mattress now under you along with Daemon's strong arms still holding you close, kissing him back roughly as you felt the heat in your body become nothing but hotter at his words and moved your hips against his teasingly as your hands moved the hood around him down so your fingers could go through his hair as you tugged on the blonde locks "Show me." Daemon’s heart continued to pound in his chest. His body felt as if it was on fire. He smiled, knowing that your patience had finally come to an end. And he was going to enjoy every moment of it. “Are you sure you’re ready?” he whispered seductively. He moved his fingers through your hair as your lips met again. There was a heat between you, a desire that just had to let go. But you both were here, now, and could take things as slow or as fast as you wanted.

Demon groaned as your tugging on his hair brought his breath even higher. He kissed back even harder, his tongue searching for your own as you tumbled on each other, your bodies coming closer and closer to finally fulfilling the desire you both felt. He leaned forward and kissed your neck, slowly, lingering, tasting all of you. The air was filled with a mix of sensations as Daemon moved his mouth to explore every part of you, his lips making love to you every inch. His hips pressed forward to yours as you both finally gave in to the desire in your bodies. You moaned as you felt his tongue enter your mouth which only caused your fingers to tug on his locks again out of habit, moving your hips against his as your head tilted back letting him kiss your neck as much as he wanted as your hands moved lower starting to undo his pants but moaned as you felt just how hard he was about all this "Use me like you always do...Sir."

Demon moved his lips against your neck with as much power as he could muster. He could feel his heartbeat pounding in his ears as he finally got what he was waiting for. He breathed into your ear and said: “Yes, my love, I will.” Then he moved even closer. And everything he had been waiting for came true. And then he gave in to all his fantasies. He took you and loved you like a beast, until he could no longer move. Daemon groaned as he felt your hands moving his trousers lower, his breath turning to groans and his heart pounding so loud he could hear it in his head. His mind was filled with the sensation of being on fire, and he was about to be burned. The prince’s lips covered your neck, kissing you softly before sucking on your flesh before moving over to your chest and doing the same. It would be the greatest sensation of your life, he was sure of it even more so as he pinched and pulled on your nipples before taking one in his mouth choosing to take his time and tease you the more you moaned for him.

Panting softly as he continued to mark up your neck again knowing it was just another way he could claim you as his which you would never shy away from, wrapping your arms around him as his lips started to move lower and moaned loudly at the feeling of his lips on you "More please, I don't want to wait any longer." Daemon’s body was on fire. He felt his heart nearly explode as your hot breath whispered in his ear. Every part of you was begging to be filled, to be satisfied, to help release the stress that was filling him. “Then don’t, my lady.”, Daemon whispered seductively, his voice low and full of desire. “We are away from the world. Away from duty. Away from the worries of life.” He leaned in close and bit your lower lip, his breath coming in pants as he did. “You are mine,” he gasped out.

Feeling him push your legs up around his waist as you softly gasped at the feeling before moaning loudly at the feeling of his hips snapping against yours feeling his hard cock thrust deep inside of you, nodding your head quickly at his words wanting nothing more than to be owned by him as you started to drag your nails down his back moaning his name loudly throughout the brothel as he did more to you and gave you his absolute all even as you felt one of his hands wrap around your throat and the other smack against your ass a few times. Daemon moaned as your nails dragged down his back, your name filling his head as he pleased your body. It felt as if the world was moving too fast and too slow, the feeling of life overwhelming his senses. He moved to hold your throat tighter, his fingers squeezing your flesh and his other hand spanked your rear harder leaving a harsh sting. The sensation seemed to fill him with more energy as he pulled you close to him, his breath heavy and warm in your ear. “I will use this slutty pussy over and over like the dirty little whore you are, since you enjoy being my little cock holder don't you.”

Feeling your eyes roll into the back of your head as you moaned loudly at the feeling of Daemon's cock only drove deeper into your warm walls while he kept using and abusing you in a way you enjoyed like always, feeling everything in ten fold due to the eyes that were on you both as your eyes locked on his own when he pulled you even closer which caused you to groan in pleasure until you felt him roughly pull on your hair for an answer to his degrading words which made you nod just so he would keep going "Yes yes I love it so much, just please keep going it feels so good." Daemon moaned out loud as your body reacted to his cock which caused him to have a devilish grin. He continued to tug on your hair, moving back down to your throat. The feeling of your body being his was something he craved, and he would have it. Your voice was music to his ears. He pulled your hair again, and his hand slapped against your ass once more and much harder. He moved his mouth over to your ear and whispered seductively. “What? Does that feel good? being my good little slut?. I will enjoy you and this pussy until I'm done and spent.”

You couldn't stop the noises from falling past your lips as Daemon continued using you like it was nothing as if you were just a personal toy made just for him even as you looked up seeing the hunger in his eyes as he pounded away into you, moaning loudly as he spanked you again before softly gasping at his words as you nodded your head wanting nothing more than for him to keep going even as you whimpered out the words "Please let me finish." Feeling like the coil was about to snap like never before, Daemon continued to pound his cock into you, his eyes filled with the desire for you. His voice was a quiet rasp, his breathing heavy, and his hands moving all over your body. The prince took your words as you asked permission like you had been taught to, but he had another idea. He leaned down his breath soft and warm against your warm and sweaty flesh. “No, my love. Not yet,” Daemon whispered into your ear, “I’m enjoying this too much. You are not finished yet, Y/n.”

Whining as you tossed your head back at the rough treatment you were getting as your back arched and couldn't help shifting your hips along with his moaning loudly due to how deep he was inside of you as if you could feel him in your stomach, whimpering again at how roughly he pulled your hair back making you look up at him. Daemon moaned louder at your words his breath coming quickly. His hips moved faster and faster as you clawed at him, begging for more of him. “Not yet, my cute little slut,” Daemon whispered into your ear. “I am not quite done using your warm little pussy,” he moaned out as he moved his hand up to your throat and squeezed tightly, his hand moving slowly and seductively down your body as he started to rub your clit giving you extra pleasure which added on to the fire of you wanting to cum, he pulled away from you and leaned in close again to whisper into your ear. “No you don’t.” He smiled cruelly, the prince knowing he was driving you crazy and loving how desperate you became under him. Watching as your eyes rolled back into your head moving your hands up to his sides raking your nails down his pale skin "Please please I need it I wanna cum around your cock."

Daemon’s breath came quickly as he kissed your neck, moving his fingers to your breast again. The air was filled with your sweet moans and his. His hands moved down your legs, teasingly, slowly, as he moved his body closer to you having his chest pressed against yours. He placed his mouth next to your ear and whispered. “Not yet.” He grinned and moved his free hand down to grip your rear, making you moan as he squeezed your flesh. He bit down again then traced the new marks with his tongue as his eyes shut, as he heard your whines and moans. He moved his hands down further, closer to your hips and thighs. He couldn’t wait any longer anymore.

Daemon moaned out loud at the feeling of you around him with a grunted moan, he pulled your hair back, keeping it there as he held himself at a steady and rough pace, not caring anymore about the surroundings or the stares he saw on the faces of the others around you both. All that mattered was you. He bit down on your ear, enjoying the feeling of your hair in his hand still. Finally, after making you wait with pleasure for too long, Daemon let go of your hair and slapped your ass once more. You moved your hands across his back as he pressed his body against yours and hooked your legs around his waist before whining again at his words as tears stung your eyes, closing your eyes tightly as you placed your head up against his shoulder moaning into his ear before you kissed and licked at his sweaty skin enjoying the salty taste of him on your tongue feeling his hips lose some momentum as his cock pulsed "Fuck you feel so good...I can't wait any longer please let me cum, I wanna feel you fill me up please."

Daemon groaned at your words, his heart racing and his breath quickening still. He felt his heart nearly explode out of his chest at your begging, your pleading. His voice was hoarse as he whispered to you. “Your wish is my command, my lady”, Daemon smirked. “Be a good little slut and come for me.” You pressed your lips against his own intensely when you heard the tall royal finally give into what you wanted and loudly moaned his name as you came around his cock, keeping him close as your nails dug into his back and your thighs started to shake from how powerful everything was as your breath came out in heavy pants feeling him slow down as you felt his hot cum spurt into you. Whimpering into his ear as you felt his hips pick up the pace again and shook your head feeling like it was too much since you were still coming down "T-too much."

Daemon grunted heavily as you came for him, his own body experiencing pleasure he thought it could not feel again. He smiled as his hips began to push forward, slowly at first but picking up pace. He could only laugh as you trembled under him. “Yes, I think I’ve found exactly what drives you mad.”, he whispered, his voice low and almost primal. “I will never stop using this sweet cunt.” Daemon kissed your lips again, moaning into your mouth as his hips sped up. His hand gripped your ass again and pulled you closer to him, the heat of your body driving him insane. “You wanted to cum...so you'll cum as many times as I decide for you, My Lady”, he whispered, “Shall I go on?”

You bit down on his lower lip feeling even more hot at the moans he let out before you moaned out loudly at the rough grip he held onto you with, moving your hand up to his face panting softly as you looked into his eyes as you tried to keep your noises down but couldn't help your head tilting back as you quickly nodded your head knowing it wasn't worth saying no since you loved how much he pushed you into the pain and pleasure of everything "Yes please yes don't stop." Daemon moaned at the force that you bit on his lip with, as he continued to slam into your body, harder and harder feeling his balls slap against your ass. The noises that came from the two of you were unlike anything the brothel had ever heard, the workers stopping their own business to listen. Daemon didn’t care, he enjoyed the attention. “I’m not going to stop”, he whispered seductively, his voice deep and full of lust. “I’m going to give you all I have and your going to be good and take it all without spilling a single drop or we'll go again.”

After hours of pleasure and torment of Daemon teasing you before giving you what you wanted as he made you beg for it just to add to the experience for you, the both of you slowly and tiredly made your way back to the castle and into your shared private chambers while a new day was starting as you giggled while you both undressed each other before laying down with him in the overly large bed holding onto each other as you placed a kiss on his chest and hoarsely whispered still completely spent from how the night went "Thank you my love, it was amazing." Daemon moved his hand up and down your bare back, and felt your bare skin against him under the blankets as your faces remained close to each other. It had been a long and lustful night, and he was exhausted in the best way possible. The prince sighed and kissed your cheek softly, before moving his head so his lips met yours. He kept the kiss gentle and quiet for a few moments, before gently pushing your head back down onto his chest, his eyes meeting your eyes. “The pleasure was all mine.”

Letting out a soft hum of pleasure at the feeling of his large hand rubbing your back before you softly kissed him again enjoying the slow and tender moment that could be shared after everything, knowing you would be requesting to go again if it got him to let loose that much as he took you in such a way that you would want to see and feel again. Giving him a small smile before you closed your eyes thinking the both of you could rest even if for a small hour until there was knocking on the door hearing a servant speak through the door that Viserys wanted to see you both causing you to look up at him confused "What happened that he needs to see us both?". Daemon grumbled slightly at the sound of a servant knocking and calling him. He moved his head back and sighed, his eyes meeting yours. “It must be an urgent problem if he desires me this early in the morning.”

He kissed you again before moving his body away from yours, but not before he took your hand in his own. Daemon moved his legs out from under the bed sheets and slid off of the bed, not taking his eyes away from you but he was already beginning to put his clothes back on as he got dressed. You playfully pouted at his words before letting your eyes trail over his naked form as you bit down on your lower lip taking a few moments to watch his body move and flex before you also got up and started to dress for the day, pulling on a dress that complimented your skin tone but was also Daemon's favorite since it showed off your cleavage so much than moved closer as you helped him finished getting dressed before turning as you looked over your shoulder up at him wanting him to tighten your dress for you as you asked in a playful way "Do me, would you?".

Daemon looked at you with a smirk as your pout seemed quite adorable. He walked up to you and stood behind you, moving your hair to the side so he could reach your dresses buttons much quicker. “As my lady wishes", Daemon whispered, his voice low and quiet into your ear. Daemon slowly tied the buttons of the dress so that when it was closed, it hugged your curves and accentuated your cleavage. Daemon’s hands were gentle as he finished tying the dress. “Is that good enough, my lady?” You shivered at the tone used next to your ear before turning around when he was done as you placed your hand on his chest and reached up giving him a slow kiss, placing your free hand on his shoulder as you looked up at him giving him a soft nod of your head as you smiled up at him "From you? always" Taking his large hand in your own before you started leaving the room with him as you both made your way to King Viserys.

Daemon kissed your forehead affectionately as you took his hand, his eyes meeting yours as you did. Daemon smiled at you as you both left the room where you had spent your time together. He was happy. For a moment, the rest of the world was a distant thought. It was only him and you in the world. Daemon wrapped his arm around you as both went to speak with his older brother before finally you both were in front of him bowing as Daemon spoke as him and you acted like nothing was wrong which was a tip off for him "So what's this all about?". You smiled at his affection as you laced your fingers together and leaned into his side taking in the moment before sighing softly once you both stood in front of Viserys, Viserys' eyes narrowed as Daemon asked what all the commotion was about. He studied the two of you for a moment, unsure of how to proceed noticing you both seemed fine. Eventually, he spoke up wanting answers. "I have heard word that you were with another woman last night. Is this true?".

Daemon laughed as if he was being accused of something absolutely awful but spoke with a grin on his face. “Yes Viserys, it is indeed true. I was with a woman last night. Y/n, here.” Daemon’s arm remained wrapped around your side noticing you were trying to keep it together, his fingers intertwined with yours. The dragon prince had no shame in the fact that he had bedded his own wife, and would gladly admit to it whenever he could at least before he could brag about it. Viserys stared in disbelief and a deafening silence. So Daemon had not broken his marriage vows after all. The King couldn't help but crack a small smile of approval. "well then, good news is in fact that you have not dishonored your wife. I do believe the whispers were implying something else...something more vulgar." Viserys nodded approvingly, and his expression changed. "So you were with your wife...and this is the source of all the whispers amongst the smallfolk?".

Daemon remained calm as he listened to Viserys, waiting until he finished to speak. He smiled slightly when his brother approved of him spending the night with you. Though, it was surprising to Daemon still that it had made the news throughout the Keep so quickly. The young prince raised an eyebrow and sighed. “This rumor is of me and Y/n?” Daemon paused, and looked at you, then back at his brother. “I cannot deny that it is true. Does this really cause so much commotion? Is our love as husband and wife such a taboo?”. Viserys shook his head in bewilderment as Daemon spoke about how quickly word of his and Y/n's activities had spread throughout the Keep. The king knew that the Smallfolk liked to gossip, but he had not thought that word of his own brother's actions would reach him so quickly. It seemed that Daemon was not bothered too much by the news, which Viserys found somewhat amusing.

"Your marriage is no taboo," Viserys answered. "I'm simply concerned that some of the Smallfolk may not understand or support your actions." Viserys laughed softly at Daemon's comment, amused by the way he spoke of his love with Y/n. "I don't think it is the fact that you are married. Rather, it is that you are so public about your love for Y/n." The king took a breath, his face now thoughtful instead of amused. "The people of the Seven Kingdoms have always been curious of matters concerning House Targaryen," he explained. "They look up to us... expect us... to be extraordinary. So I must ask you, Daemon, to be more discreet of your love." Daemon nodded. For him, he saw nothing wrong with loving you even if it was out in the open such as a brothel. It was how things were meant to be. Yet he was still a prince and expected to act as such. Viserys was his King and his older brother, so he would listen to him. Daemon took his hand away from Y/n’s and looked at his older brother with a serious look. “Very well, Viserys”, Daemon spoke with a firmness not heard before from him, “It shall be kept secret then, from now on. We can be more discreet with our love.”

"Not amongst us," Viserys replied. "But I fear that some may not be so open-minded." Viserys shrugged and shook his head slightly. It seemed odd to him that such a thing would make the rounds within the Keep, and he wondered how much truth there was to the rumor. "In any case, try not to cause too much of a stir," he advised his brother. "Some people may interpret your actions as disrespectful since it was a brothel you were seen at with a woman we now know is your wife... why are you at a brothel with her of all places?." Daemon nodded slowly, understanding the words that Viserys had spoken to him. Daemon was a young man, still, and he was impulsive at this point in his life, but he understood the importance of what his brother said to him. “I understand, Viserys.”

The young prince looked a little embarrassed when his brother brought up the brothel. His face flushed a little. “I have my reasons”, Daemon said quickly trying to think of something, his voice now more quiet compared to moments ago. “She and I do not always do our business in my chambers.” Daemon thought about the best way to explain the situation, but thought that it would likely seem like an excuse if he explained it to Viserys. “I shall be as discreet as I can”, Daemon reassured his king and brother. “As for the brothel, well, she… wanted me to take her there.” Daemon’s tone made it sound as if Y/n had asked to be at the brothel. “I just wanted to give my wife exactly what she desired. And I was willing to make that sacrifice if that is what she wanted.”

Viserys couldn't help but smile at his brother's explanation. Daemon had a reputation for being wild and unpredictable, but deep down, he was a kind, caring man who wanted to make his wife happy. "That is admirable behavior," he responded warmly. "Your wife is a lucky woman to have a husband like you." The king nodded in acknowledgment. Perhaps it wasn't a bad thing that Daemon was spending more time with his wife; maybe it would help restore their marriage and strengthen the bond between them Viserys nodded along as Daemon spoke, his brow furrowing in thought. "I see." The king was surprised to hear that Y/n had insisted on going to the brothel not able to help himself as he asked since he didn't know you two were like rabbits, "But why? Why did she desire to go?"

Daemon shrugged. “What reason did I have to argue? She wanted to enjoy her time with me, and it was an experience she had never had before. Why should I deny her something so simple?” Daemon looked back up to Viserys with a small smug smile. “Perhaps she desired to see me act as I used to before I was married. But still, whatever the reason, I think it made her feel closer to me too, and that is ultimately what matters to me.” Daemon’s gaze once again looked back at you and smiled. Daemon thought about it for a moment “She… desires to be in such places with me.” Daemon paused and let the words sit in the air for a moment. “She finds it to be...an exciting thing in our relationship as do I. I know it sounds strange, but she enjoys it. I cannot deny my wife’s wishes.” He sighed and moved his hand up to touch his neck. “And so I indulge her. That is why I took her to a brothel. For her.”

Viserys was surprised by Daemon's answer, though he could not deny that he might have enjoyed such things himself if he had been in a similar situation. "And... what happened after you and your wife were in this place?" The king inquired, almost afraid of the answer. Daemon let out a small laugh and raised his hands to indicate that he was completely innocent, even though he and Y/n both knew they weren’t but couldn't help but answer in a joking manner. “We just talked, is all. About our thoughts on our family, our marriage, our future. And the bed? Yes, we did more than just talk, brother.” Daemon spoke as plainly as he could, but also with a subtle smile that almost showed he was teasing Viserys and wanted him to think something else.

After hearing the answers he wanted Viserys allowed Daemon and you to leave finally, biting down on your lower lip trying to contain your grin waiting until you both weren't in front of Viserys and Otto for your laughter to take place as you wrapped your arms around Daemon and looked up at him with a playful look in your eye "You let me take the blame? all for what? not being able to help myself for wanting you so much?". Daemon laughed with Y/n. His arm was wrapped back around her body, his fingers interlaced with hers. Daemon leaned down close to her so that he might whisper in her ear.

“The less my brother knows, the better. Let us not let him know all of those intimate details.” Daemon smirked as he finished speaking, his tone suggesting that he would not mind telling Viserys a thing or two. He enjoyed teasing his king and eldest brother. That was something he could not deny. Daemon kissed your forehead affectionately before chuckling in response to your words. “You seem very happy about having been the reason for the rumors my dear. Should I be jealous of your fame?” He asked with a light chuckle, “Or of the other men who now know about your desire for me? It’s alright, don’t worry about it any longer my lady. I won’t allow you to get blamed for anything that wasn’t your doing.” Daemon kissed your forehead once more, keeping his voice soft which he only did around you and only you.

Closing your eyes as you took in the tender affection from the tall prince having heard about how much of a brute he often was and had only seen it a few times outside of the bedroom, rolling your eyes at his words as you playfully pulled away from him started to walk away as you swayed your hips and looked over your shoulder "Or we could go make others more jealous and take more blame...just a thought." Daemon’s mouth became a smirk as you turned around, and watched as your hips moved in such a way as you walked away. The man liked the view, and what you suggested was even better.

He put an arm around your waist and spoke in a playful voice, “Oh, that is not something I reject. Maybe we shall go and… take more blame as you say.” Daemon’s tone was low, and playful.

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 years

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Hi can you write Hightower!Reader being married to someone else but seeing Daemon secretly?

Unsurprisingly, I took some inspo from some of Taylor’s songs. I mean, when do I not? Can you spot the references?

Although you were wedded to Jason Lannister and had been given a house of stone – a goddamn castle –, someone else’s ivy grew on the lands of Casterly Rock.

Had Rhaenyra taken Jason for betrothed when he viewed for her hand, you would not be in that situation. The princess wasn’t entirely to blame. Your father, Otto Hightower, was the mastermind behind this political union – or, according to you, the responsible for the doom of your future.

If you would’ve had a say, you would have never married Lord Lannister.

He wasn’t an horrible man, per se. He had everything to please you physically – he was good looking, extremely tall and built like a stallion –, but he was arrogant like no one and only cared about his own sexual pleasure and release. To some, the latter wasn’t very important, but you couldn’t live a life with an unrelieving sex life.

Had you been a man, you would’ve turned to a pleasure house, but for a woman, these places were bad etiquette and betrayal to the husband.

So you resorted to another solution. One that would send your husband in a fury were he to find out. One that would be gossiped about in the whole realms.

‘’Aren't you a sight for sore eyes.’’ Daemon looked at you with hunger, his calloused hand groping one of your breasts while his other was firmly on your thigh, caressing and worshiping your body as you bounced on his thick cock, riding the cock that wasn’t your husband’s like there was no tomorrow. ‘’Your Lord husband is a fool to be so selfish.’’

These clandestine meetings had begun after the Prince’s return from the Stepstones. His shorter hair and the pride of winning a war when he had stepped into the Throne room had made your core tighten. At night, you had knocked on his chamber and what happened behind the closed doors was not a story for small children.

At the time, you had only been betrothed to Lord Lannister, but your attraction for the Rogue Prince went back to the Heir’s Tournament.

You had been sitting front row in the royal box with the Princess and your sister, Alicent, watching the knights jousting. After his first victory, Daemon had rode up to the royal box and asked to receive your favor. As you had slid the flower crown on and down his lance, your eyes had crossed his, marking the commencement of a long series of stolen stares and small flirting the following years.

While Daemon was fighting for the Stepstones, your father decided it was time for his other daughter to wed. You would have preferred to have a husband of your choosing, but plotting behind people’s backs was Otto Hightower’s favorite thing – next to his hunger for power. Why else would he have sent Alicent to the King’s chambers after Queen Aemma’s death? It was part of his plan to put her on the Throne.

You threw your head back in delight, moving your hips against his, feeling his pubic bone against your clit with every moment. ‘’Gods. Feels so good.’’ Your moans echoing through the stone walls of the private chamber at the pleasure house, yours only for the night.

A smug smile spread on the prince’s lips, another boost to his humongous ego. ‘’His cock doesn’t feel as good, does it? Only me fills you up this good.’’

You agreed wordlessly with a soft moan, Daemon’s words riling you up and making you go faster on his cock.

The last time you and Daemon had an intimate intercourse went back to Rhaenyra's wedding – moons ago. After a series of stolen stares, you and him had snuck away during the celebration and peeled the bare necessities in an empty chamber for a quick fuck, making up for all the bad sex your husband made you go through. Jason might be bodily built like a stallion, but Daemon was the stallion – your favorite stallion to ride.

His violet eyes trailed down, growling while watching himself disappearing inside you. ‘’Go on, darling. Ride my cock.’’

You kept going for a few more bounces, looking down upon his face through a bleary haze of your own pleasure. Gods, he was so beautiful from this angle, his silver hair falling messily on the mattress and sweat on his chiseled chest from the two previous rounds. His shoulders had scars from past battles, which you liked to kiss during moments of tenderness. Most men would’ve been spent by now, but Daemon had an everlasting stamina.

When you began slowing in pace, the Targaryen prince grabbed your ass with both his large hands, kneading the meaty flesh and giving it one hard smack before snapping his hips up, eliciting a series of mewls from you, showing you colors you couldn’t see with anyone else.

‘’Mmh, Daemon-’’

You felt a twisted feeling in your stomach, a sign of your oncoming orgasm.

If Jason were to know of your and Daemon’s secret arrangement, if he were to know who’s name you were moaning, he would take his head in a duel and, truthfully, you weren’t sure your husband would win.

Daemon felt you getting tighter around him, squeezing him and drowning his cock in your slick. “Are you gonna come?” He guided a finger to stroke your clit with expertise, making you throw your head back as your orgasm threatened to snap.

You came with a cry of your paramour’s name, wishing his violet eyes were the first thing you saw every mornings.

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carefulnowprincess · 1 year

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Rumors (Daemon Targaryen x Fem Reader)

A/N: Happy New Year! I'm starting 2023 off strong with some smut as always, but this time it was for a fun HOTD holiday exchange. I really hope @magpie-to-the-morning loves it! Happy Reading! :)

Daemon Targaryen x Fem Reader (18+ ONLY)

Warnings: PIV sex, oral (male and female receiving), teasing, talk of masturbation, high Valyrian, dragons, doggystyle, a little bit of hair pulling, some plot cause this girl cannot focus without something, short haired Daemon

Length: 3,500K

“Rōvēgrior Caraxes, rōvēgrior.”

Within earshot, you heard Prince Daemon praising his dragon, or The Blood Wyrm as he was known to call him. You took notice of the bond between them both at a young age.

But growing up alongside House Taragaryen had its advantages and disadvantages: you had the opportunity to put your hands into the pot of their flaunting wealth, hearing the first whispers in Kings Landing of whom should rule after the passing of King Viserys, and of course, being desirably close to Prince Daemon.

Oh, how you wanted him.

The main disadvantage came from wanting him so. You knew what he was; a whore for anyone he could get his hands on especially in Flea Bottom’s best brothels and the upper-class men and women of Kings Landing. He was known to have a nasty temper toward anyone who was indecorous to himself or his family, easily splitting men in half with his sword named Dark Sister. While it often turned your stomach to his display of attitude in killing, his smile, blonde hair, and confidence in himself and House Taragaryen was what stole the show for you.

The flaws of being so close to the royal family also came with having to see Prince Daemon with Mysaria everywhere he went. She followed him like an annoying leech, sucking the blood (and then some) out of him. He was clearly annoyed by her presence yet you never were quite sure why he kept her at his side all these years.

Perhaps the largest downside to being madly in love with a prince of royalty was he never took much notice of you. Yes, you were a dragonrider yourself, a lesser-known but still acknowledged in Kings Landing. You acquired your dragon and your riding skills as a teenager, a few years younger than Daemon was himself at the time. Your crush had become an internal obsession, one that only very few trusting friends were aware of. Did you hold your breath when he passed by? Of course. Would you chuckle following a joke he had heard himself? Without a doubt. Were your fingers numb from touching yourself each night while you imagined him fucking you and filling you up, tying you down, and saying a simple praise he had told you once about how tightly you held the reins of your own dragon?

Absolutely.

Your pussy ached at the thought of him each day, rubbing together your legs in hopes to calm yourself when you were unable to lay down and give yourself that pleasure you so desperately ached for.

As weeks became years, you continue to lust after the Prince wondering why he himself had not settled down with someone even that vile Mysaria.

“Rumor is that he is looking for someone that he can ride with, and don’t mean just some silly flight around Westeros,” your best friend murmured to you one day. Your confidant was a handmaiden inside the Red Keep who took a special interest in your little infatuation with Daemon. She overheard this latest news while in the bed chamber of another family member of House Targaryen. Your eyes widened at this information. Your heart soared for a moment but instantly sunk knowing he wouldn’t bat an eye at you. A frown covered your normal cheerful face.

“While that normally is happy news to my ears, it is unlikely that anything would come of it with me,” you said just above a whisper, eyes darting to each side to make sure you were both still alone. Your friend placed a light hand on your shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze.

“You’re an amazing dragonrider, if he doesn’t notice you by now he’s a fool,” she said with reassurance.

You gave a small scoff. “By now? It’s been years, he barely looks at me. He takes more notice of my dragon anyway,” you said. It’s true, your dragon, Neercostes, was something of a spectacle around Kings Landing. He had beautiful brown scales and smooth orange accents while he breathed fire that shimmered like gold with curious red eyes. You loved him dearly like he was your own child, yet, you still longed for something more.

Something more that you could see in Prince Daemon.

Your friend frowned. “Don’t say such a thing, in time, perhaps he will come around,” she said with reassurance. You shrugged.

“Perhaps,” you replied simply and went off your own way. Pulling out your riding gloves from your pocket you made your way to the Dragonpit. You had hoped a ride on Neercostes would clear your mind of the ill news you had just received except you were met with a sight you had rather hoped to not see.

“Prince–Daemon,” you stuttered, thrown off that he now stood in front of you as he climbed to Caraxes’ back.

Daemon took notice of you easily and smiled, patting his dragon’s side before he decided against pulling himself up.

“Ah, look who it is. What might you be doing down here?” He asked with a curious tone.

“I–I just thought I would take an evening ride to clear my head, so to speak,” you stated as you stood still completely forgetting where your legs were supposed to be taking you.

“Clear your head? Bad news got you down jorrāelagon?” He asked with his tongue lingering on the last word in Valyrian. You knew what it meant: dear.

“One could say that. Just hoping for better news ahead of me, I mean–I’m sorry my Prince, I’m just blathering on now–”

“Nonsense, I’m sure it could be of some entertainment to me,” Daemon stated with a chuckle.

You had found your feet finally, moving towards Caraxes and him slowly as not to upset the Blood Wyrm.

“You see, just someone who I have pined for many years wants someone better than what I can offer…” you lingered on before you quickly shut your mouth.

In the darkness of the pit with little light to be shown that for a few flames of torches, you watched the magnificent prince make his way towards you, towering over you. He smirked.

“What is it that you cannot offer? You seem to be quite capable if I say so myself,” Daemon stated, his eyes darting from your head to your riding boots. You may have even notice him take a peek at your bosom, but you were too dumbstruck by his comment you couldn’t even be sure.

Swallowing, you went eye-wided when his gloved fingers touched at a strand of your hair.

“Maybe it is not so relevant for you to know my Prince,” you said, trying to think of some lame excuse.

“Everything is my business in Kings Landing. Tell me, I’m sure it is nothing that I cannot handle,” he stated, continuing to rub his fingers between your hair. You felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment and slight desire with him being so close to you and from spilling your own deep desire.

“A–a man whom I’m acquainted with stated they wanted someone who was a marvelous dragonrider but I realized I do not think I could live up to their expectations,” you stated trying to avoid his gaze. You chose instead to look fondly at his fingers upon you before he moved his covered hand towards your chin in order to meet your gaze.

Daemon smirked and pondered his response to you for a moment. “Does this news have anything to do with a certain man who is in this place right now?” He asked.

You bit your lip sheepishly and nodded. You couldn’t help but stare into his pierced purple eyes and felt the slight pull of him onto you even further. Gods, he has never been closer to you…

The Prince’s lips came close to yours, thinking you were in a fever dream before he pulled back and let out a roarous laughter.

“Who do you think made up that rumor dovodedha ābra? Of course, I would love someone who could ride with me anywhere I desired, well, where we desired to be,” he said, walking behind you. Your heart was beating fast, pacing out of your chest at this news and what he was doing to you in this moment.

“I–my Prince? Why would you make up such a rumor?” You asked, staring into the darkness. You felt warm fingers along your shoulders. He must have removed his gloves in the process of going behind you. Your hands were fisted at either side of you, tight and gripping unsure where to move them to. A warm breath was felt upon the back of your neck, moving to your shoulder.

“Bordeom possibly, or I am only trying to seek out the best dragonriders Westeros has to offer. I am sure that is you, is it not?” He asked with more confidence then what you have spoken in the last few minutes of being in the Dragonpit.

Daemon’s fingers squeezed at your shoulders and you could not help to long for him to touch your further even if it was false hope for his desire for you.

“But Prince Daemon, you barely take notice of me, how could you know I–”

“Are an amazing dragonrider? Iā ābra hen pōja own zaldrīzes? Do not be so fucking foolish. You think I do not pay attention to you each time you are here, when you walk around, see you fly on Neercostes? Makes my cock practically hurt when I see you land,” he said with want. You rubbed your legs together at the mere mention of his cock and his thirst for you.

“I would assume you have not taken much notice of me my Prince. You–don’t speak to me much,” you admitted. Daemon let go of your shoulders and spun you around. His face gazed down into yours, eyes shining in the darkness. His hand held you around your neck and let his forehead touch yours in a comforting gesture. Your head was spinning at the closeness he was displaying.

With eyes closed, you felt the sigh of Prince Daemon’s breath on your face. “I admit, it was hard to approach you in front of everyone, I wanted to be sure however. I’ve seen how we have grown up together, how much we have learned and yet, you also never approached me,” he said with a sadness in his voice. Your eyes fell open and pulled back from his face.

“How could I? You’re a fucking Prince of House Taragaryen! What would everyone think? You’d want some slight upper class whore like me?!” You said with anger. Daemon laughed and pulled you to his chest.

“That’s exactly right zaldrīzes kipagīros, and exactly why I could have you. I am a Prince and I can have anything and anyone I want and what I want is you,” he said with assurance in his voice. You gave him a look of confusion.

“And what of Mysaria, why is still at your side like some long lost flea bag dog?” Daemon cackled with his head thrown back.

“Oh her? She’s just a decent fuck when I don’t have someone I hunger for,” he said simply. You were taken back by his casual approach to his relationship with Mysaria. Were you jealous? Of course you were, but only because he seemed to actually pay some attention to her.

“Well, why are you waiting until this moment to tell me all of this? I have–ached for you for too many years,” you said, quieting your voice down on the last words. Prince Daemon frowned, his thumb caressing your cheek.

“I told you, I wanted to be sure of my desire for you was fruitful and true. I seem to have an impact upon you, do you not agree?” He said. You nodded.

“Then why not let your yearning come to light? Let me show how much I hunger for you, a skilled zaldrīzes kipagīros with beauty and strength,” he said quietly, his lips an inch from yours. You felt desire go straight between your legs before you did the unthinkable and pulled his face to yours in a deep kiss. The result came to be of moaning, tongues dancing together as you both foolishly forgot where you were, groping each other in such a manner that only the roar of Caraxes made you aware of your surroundings. Your eyes darted to his dragon before Daemon laughed.

“I think we can fix this problem, and for Caraxes as well,” he said. Your lips felt bruised from kissing but you took Daemon’s hand as soon as he offered it to you as you were pulled to Daemon and to climb aboard his dragon.

“My Prince?” You asked. He reassured you with a deep kiss.

“Trust me,” he said, before he instructed you to hold on tight and gave the command to Caraxes to begin his flight out of the Dragonpit.

It was a short journey from Kings Landing to the outside of the peninsula, inside the hilly forests that lay lush with greenery. Even during warm summer nights it was a thing of beauty, one that you did not get to see often usually only staying inside of Kings Landing and simply soaring over. Caraxes landed over a plain green field before Daemon helped you down from his dragon’s back to pull you close to his body with and squeezed your ass causing you to be surprised.

“Daemon why are we here?” You asked as he kissed at your neck, a soft moan escaping your lips as you made a quick survey of the area. Daemon bit at your neck and groaned.

“Believe it or not, sometimes I want privacy when I fuck,” he said simply, yanking on your top. You laughed slightly at his admittance but nodded as he pulled at the rest of your clothing to be removed, settling yourselves far away enough from Caraxes but still alone.

You laid on your clothing, almost now completely nude, looking up at your Prince with a smile.

“I find that hard to believe, considering I’ve heard plenty of other rumors about you,” you said. Daemon laughed.

“Is that so? Such as?” He said as he removed his own clothing. You watched him with lustful eyes, almost taken back by what rumors you heard of. You felt wetness pool between your legs as you rubbed them together.

“That you fucked thirty people in Flea Bottom’s brothel in an entire night,” you said as you helped him remove his pants. You swallowed as his hard cock became free, standing at attention with precum glistening in the moonlight. Wettening your palm with your tongue, you began to stroke Daemon’s cock from the tip to his balls, rubbing up and down causing Daemon to lose track of his response. He moaned.

“That is–fuck–indeed a rumor. I’ve only fucked fifteen people at one time in that brothel,” he said, grabbing onto the top of your head as your tongue met the tip and gave it a lovingly swirl with your mouth. You suckled hard and licked your way down his shaft and licked at his balls, giving him the attention you so desperately wanted to.

“Now, do you want to continue rumors or want this story to be truthful of fucking one of the best dragonriders Kings Landing has to offer?” You gave a small chuckle.

“I don’t know, rumors can still be entertaining,” you said, your mouth popping off of his cock. You went to work on his head, sucking as he gripped onto head harder. You moaned at the feeling, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. Daemon groaned at this feeling.

“You are a wicked thing, perhaps I should see if you taste just as sinful,” he said as he gestured you to remove your mouth from him. Daemon came to lay on top of you, kissing you with his tongue, mouths together and mixing with desire and heat. Moaning into each other’s mouth, he made his way to bite at your neck and down your chest, grabbing at your breasts and kneading hard. He pinched at your nipple, the other covered by his mouth. You moaned at the feeling.

“Fuck, my Prince…” you trailed on, feeling his hands and body move down yours, kissing past your stomach and reaching your clothing still covering your lower half.

“Do you think you’re sinful? Do you want these rumors to spread like these legs spread so easily for me?” He said. Your legs did exactly as he said and spread open for him before he moved your bottom clothing to reveal your wet pussy.

“I don’t know, do wish for those rumors to go around?” You asked suggestively.

“Well, it is always a good thing to hear gossip of rulers, keeps the people amused and I love amusement,” he said, spreading your pussy and rubbing along your clit slowly and down your enterance. You moaned at the feeling, head laying back to stare at the stars above. His finger dipped inside of you, shortly followed by another finger to hit you in that wonderful spot that would help you see more than stars.

“Oh Daemon, that’s it,” you babbled as he fingered you just right, moving his body up to suckle on your breast again. His cock rubbed against your stomach and you could not help but notice how large it felt against you.

Your head in haze watched as your Prince released his mouth from your breast and made his mouth back down to your pussy, licking slowly at your clit in a circle causing you to moan loudly, his fingers still torturing you in the best way possible. Your hands reached at his short white hair pulling at it. Daemon groaned at the feeling.

“You really are as sinful as they come, aren’t you?” He said, tongue replacing his fingers. You ignored his question and bucked your hips into his mouth, grinding your cunt against his tongue. You were above the clouds, so close to touching the stars that it felt impossible when the flick of his tongue made you cum, gripping onto his head. You cried out with his name in your mouth while Daemon never let you go, drinking every last drop of you that he could handle. He groaned as you came onto his tongue before you pushed him off of you overstimulated and panting but still wanting more.

“How do you want me my Prince?” You asked, pulling him up to you to nip at his ear. Daemon’s cock was red and hard with desire as he stroked it with his hand.

“On all fours so I can really see what it is like riding you from behind,” he purred against your ear. You did as wished getting onto all fours ready to receive him. Daemon grabbed at your hips and smacked your ass causing you to yelp out in surprise, a flood of fresh desire going to your pussy.

“Anything you want my–” you couldn’t speak as his cock impaled into your wet pussy with no resistance, his rhythm slow for a moment before gaining speed. You cried out at the feeling your hands twisting into your clothing beneath you. His cock was so large that the burn felt maginificent. Prince Daemon pulled onto your hips and continued to smack at your ass, your head buried into the ground. You yelled out in desire and ecstasy, already ungodly close to your release.

“Qogralbar ao sagon sīr ȳrda,” he murmured, something that was beyond your comprehension in Valyrian. He yanked onto your hair, gripping hard as you whined in desire. As you were nearing your peak, you pulled from his hold on you as took over to get on top of Daemon, surprising him and giving you a chuckle.

“What is this peldio?” He asked with lust. You smiled as you kissed him.

“Just showing you what it is really like to ride your dragonrider my Prince,” you said. You bounced on his cock, hips grinding against him. Daemon felt like he could cum at any second. Normally he was not the one to be taken over when he was fucking someone, but surprises were always welcome. You moaned above him, hands holding onto his shoulders as his own hands found your breasts to fondle.

“You really do know how to ride me like a dragon, I’m–fuck–surprised,” he groaned. You laughed a little, quickening your speed as you bounced on him. Soon Daemon’s cock wanted more of you, his hands moving to your hips and pounding his way upwards into your pussy. This surprised you as you moaned loudly letting him take over.

“If you don’t stop I’m going to–”

“Cum all over your Prince’s cock? Of course you are,” he said with assurance. Your body fell onto his chest as he fucked you moving your mouth to his for you to kiss each other in a desperate need.

“Oh, I’m cumming, I’m going to cum any moment my–”

You head pulled from his lips, whining out his name again as he felt the constriction of your pulsing cunt around his cock. His own wanting quickly caught up to him as he came into you, pressing his body as much as he could. He gritted out your name against your ear, fanning it with hot air as you both shared an agonizingly slow kiss.

You slumped downward and pulled yourself from his cock as you felt his seed seep down your thigh. You groaned in satisfaction at fulfilling your long-filled captivation with Prince Daemon of House Targaryen.

“So, should I spread this rumor or should you?” You asked.

Daemon chuckled.

“I think it is time you start spreading truths.”

Valyrian Translations:

Rōvēgrior - Excellent

Jorrāelagon - Dear

Dovodedha ābra - Ignorant woman

Iā ābra hen pōja own zaldrīzes - A woman of their own dragon

Zaldrīzes kipagīros - Dragon rider

Qogralbar ao sagon sīr ȳrda - Fuck you’re so tight

Peldio - Viper

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moonlitgleek · 7 years

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@solareclairart reblogged this post and added:

I disagree strongly with a lot of this criticism. In book dorne, marriage was not a necessity. All the sand snakes are considered true daughters under dorne law. Targaryans also married multiple wives often. It was northern law that forbade unmarried women and bastard born. I think Rhaegar never abandoned Elia. I think she believed the prophecy as well. I truly believe that he married Lyanna to pacify northern lords. Elia is a daughter of the sun. Lyanna was a winter wolf. Together, they created ice and fire. I believe now it will be Targaryen, Stark, and Lannister. The gold lion standing in as sun, snow for ice, and all three with varying amounts of dragon blood. This is also true of Elia who had weaker Targaryen lineage. I think the prophecy didn’t fulfill before because there wasn’t strong enough dragon blood in Elia. If Joanna Lannister was impregnated with the mad king, all three would have a dragon father and lineage to the first men and children of the forest in the men.

Oh boy. There is a lot to unpack here. I’m gonna break it down because this is a rather stunning mix of outright incorrect information, some breathtaking stereotyping and racist misconceptions, and wrong theories. No, really, they are wrong. Tyrion is not a Targ.

Let’s take this from the top.

In book dorne, marriage was not a necessity. All the sand snakes are considered true daughters under dorne law.

What do you think Dornish law is exactly? Because literally the only difference between Dorne and the rest of Westeros is that Dorne employs absolute primogeniture (and a couple of rights like the right to keep their princely title.) That’s it. Law in Dorne is not at all different from other regions in Westeros, especially when we’re talking about matters of marriage and heirs because that stuff affects the line of succession which is crucial in a feudal society.

The context you’re looking for wrt the treatment of bastards is cultural (and social), not legal. Dorne is very different in the way they treat bastards, that’s true, but they are still not giving them the same legal rights as the trueborn. I have no idea where you got the idea that the Sand Snakes are "considered true daughters under dorne law”. Yeaaah, no. That’s patently not true. The Sand Snakes might have gotten raised akin to trueborn children, but so have Jon Snow, and no one is arguing that he was considered a true son under the law. The Sand Snakes are bastards, hence the Sand part. They are not considered trueborn. They are acknowledged as Oberyn’s daughters and treated with respect as the daughters of a prince of House Martell, and as Dorne generally does not stigmatize bastards, but they do not have the same legal rights as trueborn children: they do not bear their father’s name, they are not considered princesses of House Martell, they do not have the right to inherit, etc. There is nothing in Dornish law that says otherwise, or that gives illegitimate offspring any legal rights.

More importantly, the idea that marriage isn’t a necessity in Dorne is ludicrous. Whatever on earth gave you that impression? No, let me guess: Oberyn Martell. Fandom just loves to take the example of Oberyn and stereotype the entire Dornish culture based on him. Oberyn wasn’t married so no one had to get married in Dorne. Oberyn made a casual comment about sleeping with others while he was in a committed relationship with Ellaria so all the Dornish are accustomed to cheating on their significant others and don’t care if they have paramours on the side (not that Oberyn was cheating. Some are just fond of ignoring the fact that he repeatedly made comments about “sharing” with Ellaria. Ellaria consented. Ellaria participated. They invited people to their bed.) Gee, I wonder why people act as if Oberyn is the representative of the entire Dornish culture, even going to unprecedented measures to ignore the actual text because “well, Oberyn did X” fit their racist stereotypes better. Stop treating a person of color as the sole representative of his culture, and stop treating the only non-white culture that actually has a proper presence in the series as a monolith society.

(Grumbles at GRRM and his skewered presentation of the Dornish and heavy use of the exotic-erotic trope. You haven’t helped matters any, George. Good lord.)

But let’s talk about Dorne and about Oberyn. Dorne has a positive attitude towards sex, culturally permits having paramours and does not frown upon children born out of wedlock, but that does not mean that having paramours is the rule of the land in Dorne, or that it’s the baseline convention. It’s just allowed without derision or scorn. Dorne is a feudal principality, they adhere to the Faith of the Seven just like the majority of Westeros, they are governed by only slightly different inheritance laws, and the difference has nothing to do with the status of trueborn vs bastard children. Legitimacy is crucial to the integrity of line of succession and to the laws of inheritance, but you just randomly decided that nah, marriage is optional there? Okay, care to explain this:

Arianne Martell had grown up expecting that one day she would wed some great lord of her father's choosing. That was what princesses were for, she had been taught . . . though, admittedly, her uncle Oberyn had taken a different view of matters. "If you would wed, wed," the Red Viper had told his own daughters. "If not, take your pleasure where you find it. There's little enough of it in this world. Choose well, though. If you saddle yourself with a fool or a brute, don't look to me to rid you of him. I gave you the tools to do that for yourself."

Or how the text disproves the idea that there is absolutely no difference between the Sand Snakes and trueborn Martells, or generally between bastards and trueborn in Dorne.

The freedom that Prince Oberyn allowed his bastard daughters had never been shared by Prince Doran's lawful heir. Arianne must wed; she had accepted that. Drey had wanted her, she knew; so had his brother Deziel, the Knight of Lemonwood. Daemon Sand had gone so far as to ask for her hand. Daemon was bastard-born, however, and Prince Doran did not mean for her to wed a Dornishman.

Oberyn took a different approach with his own life and his own daughters. He made a decision concerning his life and he encouraged his daughters to do the same. He gave them the freedom to wed if they wished to but not the expectation that they would. But Oberyn was presented by the text as somewhat of a maverick, a nonconformist even within Dorne itself. He could afford to do that because he was not heir to Dorne and there was little chance that he’d ever inherit. He did not have a responsibility to provide trueborn heirs for House Nymeros Martell, and so he had significant freedom due to that fact. But heirs have a responsibility to marry and produce lawful heirs. Plus, Oberyn is one person, why is his example the one people are laser-focused on but they ignore Doran and Elia, the Unnamed Princess of Dorne and Nymeria of Ny Sar, Mariah and Maron Martell, Arianne, Quentyn and Trystane, and the countless trueborn Dornish characters we met over the course of the story? Why did all these people marry if marriage was not a necessity?

Marriage is as important in Dorne as in the other regions in Westeros with both religious and legal weight. Dorne is just another region in Westeros that is still governed by Westerosi convention, customs and religion, they just have some of their own inspired by the Rhoynish. The social treatment of bastards is infinitely better in Dorne than outside it, but their legal and political standing remains the same, the distinction between bastards and trueborn through surnames remains the same, even some restrictions remain the same. Daemon Sand can be a lover to Arianne but he can never be her husband. His social and political standing would never allow it. Likewise, I suspect the reason Oberyn did not marry Ellaria, his lover of 14 years that he evidently loved very much, was because of her bastard-birth, because even princes can only bend the rules so much.

Enough with fanon myths that bastardize the information we have about Dorne and turn it into these weird arguments that are always used to justify Rhaegar’s actions. Not that I can see how "marriage was not a necessity in Dorne” explains anything because Elia was Rhaegar’s wife and the mother of his two children, the Iron Throne was her children’s inheritance, or do the Dornish not care about inheritance as well? And if you mean to imply the old “Elia was okay with it because she is Dornish” argument, fuck that noise.

Targaryans also married multiple wives often.

Yes, that is correct, though often is not the word I’d use for two recorded polygamous marriages. Nevertheless, that means there is a precedent to a Targaryen taking multiple wives, which I think is probably what Rhaegar proposed to Lyanna to get her to go with him willingly (as much as the action can be described as willing because there are still consent issues at play here). I think that Rhaegar and Lyanna probably wed in front of a heart tree on the Isle of Faces. That, however, does not mean that the marriage is either valid or legal.

We need to look at the historical context of Targaryen polygamy before we discuss Rhaegar’s ability to take another wife to understand the chances that the realm would accept that marriage. The first thing to note about this subject is that polygamy was unconventional even when Aegon the Conqueror did it, before he started his conquest of Westeros.

It had long been the custom amongst the dragonlords of Valyria to wed brother to sister, to keep the bloodlines pure, but Aegon took both his sisters to bride. By tradition, he was expected to wed only his older sister, Visenya; the inclusion of Rhaenys as a second wife was unusual, though not without precedent.

Both polygamy and incest are sins in the eyes of the Faith of the Seven, the majority religion in Westeros. The Faith tolerated both in the case of Aegon on account of his dragons whose prowess was just recently demonstrated in the Conquest. As GRRM says:

... the extent to which the Targaryen kings could defy convention, the Faith, and the opinions of the other lords decreased markedly after they no longer had dragons. If you have a dragon, you can have as many wives as you want, and people are less likely to object.

Aegon had converted to the Faith of the Seven and taken measures to assimilate to Westerosi culture, winning him the support of the Starry Sept. However, upon Aegon’s death, the Faith showed that they would not tolerate the same practices from his son(s).

Maegor shocked the realm in 39 AC by announcing that he had taken a second wife—Alys of House Harroway—in secret. He had wed her in a Valyrian ceremony officiated by Queen Visenya for want of a septon willing to wed them. The public outcry was such that Aenys was finally forced to exile his brother.

Maegor’s bigamous marriage to Alys Harroway was the start of the rift between the Faith and the crown, one that did not heal despite Aenys’ attempts, and was later compounded by Aenys himself marrying his two eldest to each other, ultimately leading to the Faith denouncing the Targaryens. The Faith Militant uprising during Maegor’s reign followed as his continuing polygamous marriages raised the tension and Maegor escalated the situation (because he is Maegor) by blatant tyranny and brutal burning of thousands of Warrior’s Sons and Poor Fellows.

So the history tied to Targaryen polygamy is dark and bloody. Maegor was the last recorded Targaryen polygamists, bar some rumors that Daemon Blackfyre meant to take his half-sister Daenerys as a second wife after his planned seizing of the throne from Daeron II, but the truth of the matter died with Daemon himself on the Redgrass field. While Jaehaerys I’s conciliatory efforts succeeded in defanging the Faith after the bloody conflict with Maegor, and won the Targaryens the exemption that permitted them their incestuous marriages, polygamy was never practiced again. Which means that the precedent that Rhaegar may have intended to invoke 1) happened over 200 years ago when the Targaryens had the undeniable advantage of dragons on their side, and 2) sparked a rebellion that resulted in the death of thousands, and thus got heavily entwined in the minds of the Westerosi with the tyranny of Maegor. Which utterly complicates any attempt to get a marriage to Lyanna recognized.

Now, we can argue that Rhaegar planned to convince, pressure and\or bribe the High Septon to declare a second marriage valid (though we have no evidence to suggest so, and though getting the High Septon to approve a post-fact marriage done in front of a heart tree would be extremely unlikely indeed), but in the absence of such a legalization, Rhaegar and Lyanna’s “marriage” would remain illegal and invalid in the eyes of the Faith. And no, that crap on the show where the High Septon was able to Apparate to Dorne and back before anyone noticed his absence, and where he approved something that would bring significant consequences to both himself and the realm so damn easily, is not happening. That’s preposterous.

It was northern law that forbade unmarried women and bastard born.

You seem to think that the cultural divide that separates the North and Dorne from the rest of the realm means that the North and Dorne are governed by alien laws that are completely removed from the rest of Westeros when the truth is that the differences are not that grand or that many, and most of them are cultural with no legal bearing.

Anyways.

This is not something that is unique to the North. Bastards are stigmatized everywhere in Westeros, with the exception of Dorne; they are perceived as treacherous and untrustworthy and a perpetual danger to their trueborn siblings’ inheritance, the girls are assumed to be lusty and wanton and easy. This ain’t a mark of those “Northern savages”, literally every region in Westeros, bar Dorne, thinks that way. The patriarchy, naturally, absolves the men, chalking it up to them “having needs” while literally teaching women to expect their husbands to father bastards. However, a noblewoman who loses her maidenhead before marriage or, god forbid, bears a bastard is swiftly punished, looked down upon and often has to marry so far beneath her station because the scandal of bearing a bastard tanked her hand’s worth. Delena Florent had to marry a household knight after bearing a bastard son to Robert Baratheon. Lollys Stokeworth fell pregnant after being gang-raped but in a rather remarkable pout of victim-blaming, she was derided for it, and was married off to the lowborn sellsword Bronn. Hoster Tully forcibly aborted Lysa to prevent the news about her lost maidenhead and her pregnancy from getting out. Jon Arryn’s niece, the daughter of Alys Arryn and Elys Waynwood, joined the Silent Sisters after she was seduced by a sellsword and her bastard died in infancy. None of these women are Northern.

As for bastards, the prevailing social convention for them is to be sent away, if they are even acknowledged in first place. Jon Snow and the Sand Snakes are the exception, not the rule. This is a story where Mya Stone, the king’s bastard, spends her time guiding mules in the Vale in service to House Royce of the Gates of the Moon. Her half-brother Edric Storm had a much better fate being raised as a ward of Renly in Storm’s End but that’s because his mother is a noblewoman (the aforementioned Delena Florent) and because his conception was a public affair since Robert deflowered Delena in Stannis’ marriage bed. Falia Flowers, bastard daughter of Lord Humfrey Hewett of Oakenshield, was made a servant to her half-sisters and her father’s wife. Even when the bastards are relatively treated well or belong to Great Houses, we still see the prevailing social stigma in how Sybelle Spicer, herself derided for descending from upjumped merchants as she is the granddaughter of a spice trader and an Essosi maegi, was thoroughly disgusted at the idea of marrying her son to Joy Hill, bastard daughter of Gerion Lannister. And these are all noble bastards, claimed or at least acknowledged by their noble parent.

The prejudice against bastards is institutional in Westeros, supported by holy scripture and widely spread. The nobility frowns upon bastards and regards them with suspicion, and the Faith preaches about their ill-make. Here’s what the Faith of the Seven, the majority religion in Westeros, says about bastardy and even legitimized bastards as told by the would-be King Aegon V Targaryen:

"The old High Septon told my father that king's laws are one thing, and the laws of the gods another," [Egg] said stubbornly. "Trueborn children are made in a marriage bed and blessed by the Father and the Mother, but bastards are born of lust and weakness, he said. King Aegon decreed that his bastards were not bastards, but he could not change their nature. The High Septon said all bastards are born to betrayal . . . Daemon Blackfyre, Bittersteel, even Bloodraven. Lord Rivers was more cunning than the other two, he said, but in the end he would prove himself a traitor, too. The High Septon counseled my father never to put any trust in him, nor in any other bastards, great or small."

Tell me again how it’s Northern law that bans bastards.

I think Rhaegar never abandoned Elia. I think she believed the prophecy as well.

Rhaegar left Elia in her sickbed, shortly after she nearly died birthing Aegon, to go pursue Lyanna, and that’s after publicly humiliating her and dealing a hit to her political worth in the eyes of the biggest possible gathering of lords. I don’t think he considered that Aerys could recall her and the children to King’s Landing but that’s, at best, a terrible oversight on his part since he knew fully well that his father was paranoid and fearful of what he, Rhaegar, might do. Rhaegar drew Aerys’ eyes to the Starks at Harrenhal then went and caused a political crisis by disappearing with Lyanna. It was a given that Aerys would be quick to seek an insurance against his wayward son who disappeared to who-knows-where doing who-knows-what and conveniently left his wife and children behind on Dragonstone within the Mad King’s reach, the same Mad King who already disdained Elia and her “Dornish-smelling” daughter, and regarded Dorne with suspicion for the heck of it. Perfect plan. Two thumbs up, Rhaegar.

I continue to be bewildered as to where the belief that Elia believed in the prophecy comes from. She knew of the prophecy but we have no indication that she believed it or was willing to risk her own children for it. Why on earth would she do that? What shred of evidence do we have to suggest this? I mean, if Elia really did believe the prophecy, shouldn’t Oberyn have at least heard about it? Oberyn and Elia were as close as twins and she trusted him implicitly. He was present at Harrenhal and bristled at the public insult to his sister. He was still (rightfully) bristling at Rhaegar 15 years later. But if Elia knew, wouldn’t she have tried to convince Oberyn of the validity of the prophecy, or at the very least indicated that she was alright with what Rhaegar had done? Wouldn’t she cite the prophecy to convince her brother to let it go? Wouldn’t she have tried to use her connections to find Rhaegar a more appropriate place for Lyanna than the Tower of Joy, considering this was her own kingdom he was taking Lyanna to? Wouldn’t she, at the very least, know fully well that Aegon was the Prince who was Promised and thus needn’t ask Rhaegar for a song for him?

I hate that argument, that unfounded assumption that of course Elia believed in the prophecy just because Rhaegar did. People generally do not buy into legends about a zombie apocalypse and prophetic figures and dragons returning that easily, especially since the entire Targaryen dynasty was nearly wiped out chasing that dream. No one was going to put stock in long lost lore and prophetic dreams and obscure scrolls after that, not without compelling evidence. Why would Elia be okay with being publicly humiliated and put, along with her children, on the line for a prophecy? Why would she be cool with Rhaegar carrying off a teenager to use as an incubator for a savior? Why does that argument even exists? ffs.

I truly believe that he married Lyanna to pacify northern lords.

This has got to be a joke! Please tell me this is a joke!

Dude, Rhaegar vanished with Lyanna for months. He made a mess and left the Starks to deal with the fallout, left them with no choice but to go to Aerys, then returned after Aerys killed over half a dozen nobles, including the Lord Paramount of the North and his heir, only to take up arms against Northern lords. How did you arrive at “pacify the Northern lords” from that? The guy carried off a daughter of House Stark to the other side of the continent to impregnate her. He defied convention and every chivalric rule and publicly besmirched her honor and that of House Stark by pretty much framing her as a royal mistress at Harrnehal. He created a political crisis and fled without sparing two thoughts to the consequences. He declared for his father and took up arms against the rebels knowing fully well that his father committed a crime, and being more than willing to kill the people who were injured by his and his father’s actions so he could retain his crown. What part of that even hints at an attempt for conciliation?

I believe now it will be Targaryen, Stark, and Lannister. The gold lion standing in as sun, snow for ice, and all three with varying amounts of dragon blood. This is also true of Elia who had weaker Targaryen lineage. I think the prophecy didn’t fulfill before because there wasn’t strong enough dragon blood in Elia. If Joanna Lannister was impregnated with the mad king, all three would have a dragon father and lineage to the first men and children of the forest in the men.

Tyrion is not a secret Targaryen. Tyrion is not a secret Targaryen. TYRION IS NOT A SECRET TARGARYEN. GRRM himself said that third head of the dragon needn’t have Targaryen blood. Kill that theory with wildfire and throw the ashes from the Hightower. The narrative is not going to make Tywin Lannister correct in his rejection of Tyrion as his son, neither is it validating his ableism and abuse or handing him his heart’s desire posthumously. Tywin wanted nothing more than for Tyrion to not be his blood, and the narrative isn’t giving it to him. The point of the story is that Tyrion is Tywin’s son and how he has to struggle to define who he is outside of his father’s brutal legacy, how he has to reject the Lannister ideology and legacy of blood and revenge to turn his attention to the true fight in the North. Tyrion being a Targaryen undermines his story, just as Jon being legitimate undermines his.

And enough with the stuff about Elia. She didn’t have enough Targaryen blood! She couldn’t have a third child for the prophecy! The only thing I see in these arguments is an insistence to imply that Elia was somehow lacking and that it was her that prevented the fulfillment of the prophecy. What a load of crap. You do realize that you’re buying into Cersei’s and Jon Connington’s rhetoric about Elia, correct? That you’re adopting their ableist and racist view of her and treating it as a fact, building a theory on the implication that Elia simply was not enough. Don’t be Cersei, don’t be Jon Connington. Be better.

It does not matter how “strong” Elia’s Targaryen blood was or wasn’t, the prophecy wasn’t going to come true with her children anyway..... because Rhaegar got it wrong. That’s the whole point; Rhaegar understood everything about this prophecy wrong. Aegon was not the Prince who was Promised. Rhaenys wasn’t one of the heads of the dragons. The three heads of the dragon aren’t even siblings, and not all of them are Targaryens. This has nothing with the potency of Elia’s Targaryen blood (and fyi, not even the current Targaryens have that much Valyrian blood anyway). The fact of the matter is that Aegon and Rhaenys couldn’t fulfill the prophecy no more than Rhaegar or Viserys could, simply because they weren’t the figures described in it. It had nothing to do with how much Targaryen blood they had, or how strong it was. I mean, Rhaegar and Viserys had as much Targ blood as Dany, why weren’t they two of the heads of the dragon?

Oh, and just for the record, Rhaenys and Aegon did have First Men blood, through Betha Blackwood and Dyanna Dayne , Rhaegar’s great grandmother, and great great grandmother respectively. That magical genetic makeup of Targaryen\First Men blood you’re talking about? Yup, they had it too. They also had more Targaryen blood than Jon.

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