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darlingofvalyria · 8 months

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❝Daemon doesn't know what to do with you.❞

[ Never piss off your wife. She might acquire a living, breathing punishment for you. Aka, Daemon made a mistake and you're his punishment ft. Rhaenyra stay winning. ]

[ +18 MDNI ] [ 1,985 ] | Daemyra x Sugar Baby!Reader

contains— sugar mommy x sugar baby, open relationship/understandings, toxic relationship??? allusions of cheating, established realtionship - nsfw: oral, p & v sex, v & v sex, pet names mainly: darling, sweet girl, good girl, praise, male masturbation shshhs - you piss the shit outta daemon (as you should), slight angst? - sort of daemon-focused since it's in his pov, but rhae's the only one allowed to touch you lol - no targcest bc its the modern world and that would be weird.

a/n— i dont want to talk about it, okay. comment/reblog/like at will ❤️️

Daemon doesn't know what to do with you.

With your soft noises encouraged to heighten in pleasure whenever Rhaenyra had you over- and after initial test drive of the first few times, stretched in months to weeks to days - she had you over all the time, at random times of the day. Any time the boys or his girls weren't by (being taken care of in the park, Harwin or Laena's visitation rights, Rhaenys wanting to take them off for Corlys weekend fishing trips)- your mewls turned unbridled shouts of pleasure now filled the high-rise.

You permeate the space like a cigarette stain; you didn't even need to be godsdamned present anymore. It starts with your perfume- it's lighter than Rhaenyra's but heavier in sweetness. Vanille. A touch of it that he's foul to recognise. Lipstick stains on his wife's neck, her blouse, where he can imagine your lips drag and bite and suckle because the kids are too young to understand and it's not like he's not one to leave his own marks, but there's a thunderous boil that drums in his veins when he realises you're leaving your own on his wife.

You fill the nooks and crannies like a plague, and you don't even care about him.

Worse, you taunt him.

And it's not like he could say anything to Nyra.

After all, the two of them had an understanding after he got caught with a minor dalliance of his own. It was a one time thing, and he only got blown, but it was enough for a talking to. A mutual agreement that was really just him pacifying his wife.

He really should have focused on the crooks of how upset she had been, on the gleam in her eyes when he thought she had simmered down. That her fire, though not as brightly lit, was still very much burning.

"You can have any sweet thing that you want, husband, as long as you keep them away from the kids. As long as you keep it quiet and away from me. I do not want the details." Nyra's mouth had curled. He remembered. She took up the space behind him, wine-kissed as she was, her fingers dancing on his shoulders and kneading at the tough centre of the nape of his neck. His eyelids fluttered and he barely heard her next words.

"In return, you will not make a fuss when I take mine, hm?"

Daemon had laughed. He remembered that. A soft, more air than sound laugh.

He took her hand to his lips and smirked up at her. Shark-like. Baiting. Daring. "As you wish, wife. In return, you can tell me all about it."

There was a strong part of Daemon that didn't think she'd actually do it.

Rhaenyra had smiled that smile that reminded him of godswoods and Valyrian necklaces, passed down from generation after generation. A silent vow louder drew from blood.

There was a strong part of Daemon who thought his wife was jesting, making a bluff, a toss of a coin.

Until you arrived with a sweet smile and a tinkling little laugh.

Until he had found his wife with her face buried between your legs, your hands— freshly done nails and glimmering rings, new, he later found out from the bank transcripts — and your back arched, your mouth gaping in a silent scream as you come undone.

It took a minute for you to see him, so stuck in that pleasure that broke and free-fell through you several times because 'Nyra didn't want to let up, calling you her sweet girl, her darling girl, that's it, you can take more, can you? aren't you my good girl?

When your thick lashed-eyes finally met his darkened lilac gaze, lipstick still perfect red, still perfectly plump and moist, your mouth curls into a charming little smile and said, "Oh, hello there."

Rhaenyra looked up, and at the smirk on her face, your spend all around her ruined lipstick and chin— Daemon knew she wanted him to see. Wanted him to know. It's a bullet shot down his spine, straight to his cock. It's a cold thrill and grasped fingers around his throat with rings nestled to make indents.

It's a violent blend of jealousy and lust, and the cocktail emotion rages in him, swirls and punctures.

There is a bite between Rhaenyra and Daemon, a fiery edge that often saunters the edges, crosses a new line. But each time, after each rough push, they come back to one another; a tether of becoming, of pulling taunt. Once again united. They are assured in each other's positions; you can play with anyone but you always come back to me.

Rhaenyra has won this one. She had snapped, pulled, and arose victorious.

But they always come together. And often, enjoyed sharing.

What Daemon forgets sometimes is that he is a younger brother, and really, Rhaenyra was the eldest and the sole eye of her father. When righteous selfishness burns with a petty need to make her husband suffer, it heels hard.

"She is mine, husband," she whispers at the edge of his lips, riding him through a slick, sex-haze after you had left. Her thighs slap against his own, his hands harsh on the indents of her waist as she rode him with no abandon, uncaring for his pleasure this time, selfishness the game this time, but the renewed roughness brought him to the early days of their marriage. That unbridled want, a clash of teeth and skin and raw, burning lust.

There is a growl and a hiss, a moan and a gasp; blood has beaded through bitten flesh and bruises are blooming. This is fucking from the high of a third party dancing on their marriage.

And Rhaenyra's refusal of you to him made him throb.

She had seen him high-strung, plotted him to be harder than a box of rocks, already harshly yanking his tie in anticipation of having his wife and you with your fox gazes and sire song, but Rhaenyra had turned away from him, ignored him, and slapped your thigh before kissing your cheek.

"Come back next time, darling, my husband is home." It was said in a tease, a lighthearted joke between two people he was not a part of, but he knew his wife; recognised the bite. The smugness.

And by god, you were in on it as you thrilled a laugh and slid your gaze to his, undressing and fucking him with your eyes as you bit your lip. Your words are to Rhae, a hand on her cheek and a thumb rubbing at the corner of her lip, but your gaze is devouring him. He wasn't a green boy, but you seemed amused and feral for the hard-line of his manhood. As if you can picture what he would feel like buried deep inside your guts, and enjoyed it.

"Am I just going to be yours then, hm?" you asked amusedly, finally turning to her.

Nyra turned her gaze then, to him, and smirked. "You, I will not share. A fitting punishment, don't you think? Some jewels are meant for one alone."

And you had laughed, the gall of you, taking your bag (new one too,a matching one with his wife) and walking right past him. Your scent- his wife's fucking scent, the smell of her cunt on you and his dick throbbed - devoured him as you left him with a wink and a quiet, "too bad."

You had not even gone inside the elevator of their penthouse before a growl tore through his chest and he had met Rhaenyra's thundering footsteps with his own, their tongues and teeth clashing for dominance, ripping apart clothes, wanting to bury each other in the other's skin.

Now, she reaches her peak with a yell and a full body shudder, her cunt clenching and squeezing, demanding his release, and he jolts with her with a swear of his own, his cum flooding her in thick, sharp bursts.

Even then, as Rhae smiled sweetly, post-peak glow simpering her fire, sweetening her kisses against the side of his face, his neck, running a tongue over the worst of the bruises and bites— Daemon thought, surely, now that his wife had reached post-coital bliss and forgiven him, punishment had been had? That he was free to have you, to play with you?

But no. You were off limits. Hers and hers alone. A punishment that keeps on giving as the echoes of you exist in his life in patterns he was starting to fucking loath.

The scent in the bath- the echo of the warmth of someone having used it recently, someone who wasn't his wife, in the pillows of his living room, the barest smudge of makeup as if your face had been pushed against them. In the snacks and drinks that he, nor his wife, nor their children, particularly like, fill up the corners of his kitchen. The lipstick stains on his wife, the running mill in the bank statements (the new necklaces, new dresses, new fucking lingerie he hasn't seen), and when he had finally had enough, shoving through his own house to talk to his wife that the least she could do while she was fucking you was be allowed to be there, he hears it then—

Your shouts of pleasure falling into sighs into giggles, and when he slows to his marital bedroom, you are there— breathing heavily, alive, real— naked and slicked, a goddess divine, with Rhaenyra inside you in more ways than one, baring her teeth in a victorious grin before falling into a laugh at his face.

"Am I allowed to have him now, is that it?" you ask, seemingly innocent. One of the new necklaces in his statements on your neck and nothing else. Chest moving in shuddering breath having just orgasmed and yelling it.

"Your choice, sweet girl," Rhae purrs, leaning back over your form to run a finger from the valley of your breasts to your stomach to your clit that turns your shudders to an outright jolt, then a sigh, when she starts fingering you in front of him. The squelch is obscene, and Daemon is hard, and he is not a fucking boy but he is starting to hate you as much as he wants to fuck the lazy smirk on your face, pleasure so obviously building once again. Soft sighs, mewls, escaping full, raw lips.

"I kind of... want him to watch a little. Just- ah! Nyra there, please - sit still and pretty." You smirk, giving him a pouty air kiss. The urge to strangle you sings in his blood. Hold you down and fuck you until you're better pliant, sweeter, fucking cooing for him. Fuck the spoil Rhaenyra has ingrained in you away.

You turn to the silver-haired woman on top of you, now on her haunches, pressing a gentle kiss to your clit. She held his gaze as she pressed her tongue flat against before taking a glorious, heavy-gazed lick.

Daemon swallows.

"Is that- ahhh, okay? Nyra, hmm? Please?" You sigh ever so sweetly, kindly. Though you're ridiculously spoiled, you were a good girl, following so obediently. If his cock didn't feel like it was burning to be inside your mouth, he would have revelled in it.

You squirm, turning back to him to hold his gaze while his wife started to fuck you through her tongue and fingers.

Someone up there was taking a piss on him. He pulls out his cock, a grunt and a curse, because fuck it, fuck you in particular— as the two of you continued on while keeping eye contact with him.

He took one step closer and Rhaenyra hissed.

"Whatever you want, baby." Nyra smirks against your pussy as he tugged at himself, teeth bared. "You're his punishment after all."

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grandlovescheme · 26 days

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Take Me With You, Together Let’s Bloom

When Rhaenyra found a stranger looking at her from her mirror, she never expected to fall for him...

Modern Daemyra AU with a splash of magic

4/4 chapters - now finished

E rating

Happy ending

22.3K words

Chapter 1 • Chapter 2 • Chapter 3 • Chapter 4

A beautiful art by @plague-cattle-burial-ground to go with the story ❤️Thank you for the commission!

Once upon a time, this was a one-shot. Not anymore! The story kept bugging me, wanting to be explored, so here it is!

Hope you enjoy this short multi-chapter fic! There will be some angst but a happy ending awaits us 🖤

#daemyra fic #daemon x rhaenyra #daemyra fanfic #hotd fic #daemyra #my fic stuff #modern daemyra #modern au

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monecelesart · 2 months

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He lifted her chin, looking deeply into her eyes. A common gesture between them, but now, his eyes shone with admiration and Rhaenyra could sense a different feeling. "I love you," he says quickly, awkwardly, as if it were a rare thing to come from his lips. Her heart raced as she absorbed the information and turned away to analyze the expression on his face.

Drawing a scene from my fanfic cherry

#rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #daemyra #daemon x rhaenyra #daemyra fanart #daemyra fanfic #modern daemyra

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dae-daetargaryen · 10 months

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'it was the very same touch', her mind says while she gazes into his eyes as he touches her bottom lip with his gentle thumb, parting her lips before descending his upon them, remisnicing the very moment he first touched her,marking her as his own.

#house of the dragon #daemon targaryen #matt smith #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd spoilers #hotd #caraxes #prince daemon targaryen #daemyra #syrax #daemyrastills #daemyra fanfic #daemyrafanart #daemyra fic

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ar-feyniel · 6 months

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Daemyra fic recs

I am bored out of my mind, so I decided to make this post even though no one asked for it. A list of my current favs (I have many more, trust me, but I will try to keep this list concise) 1) over the counter by AmazingAngie 1/1 (modern) This fic makes me unreasonably happy. Idk, it's just endlessly hot and positive and all the good things without being tooth-rotting. 2) give me what i want by Amazing Angie 1/1 (historical) This is so self-indulgent - like a mug of your favourite hot chocolate. Ticks all my boxes and is exceptionally well-written 3) There's Just Something About Older Men by grandlovescheme 6/? (modern) Am I biased? Yes, I am. But this is a modern AU with OC Baelon being tortured and Daemon being the perfect father and husband... The emotional maturity of this man is so hot. 4) Your Body in My Arms by grandlovescheme 1/1 (modern) Another fic I love to reread when I am feeling sad or uninspired. It's just pure serotonin, and we all love bookstores, don't we? ;) 5) the echoes of your faithless prayers by Awfullylongtime 7/7 (canonverse)

Canonverse with Daemon being Rhaenyra's prisoner on Dragonstone. It has poignant writing unique to Awfully and a beautiful ending. 6) The king's song is a battlecry by Awfullylongtime 14/? (canonverse)

King!Daemon AU. Brilliantly written and has so many tropes I enjoy. Captivity, bondage, mind games. Gods, I love it so much! 7) i got a bad desire (baby i'm on fire) by luthien_under_bough 9/? (modern)

The true OG of maybedaddy AUs - the one by luthien. It has a perfect mixture of angst and smut - the author is a pro in writing these complicated feelings. 8) ain't nobody hurt you like i hurt you by luthien_under_bough 6/6 (modern) Daemyra being a mess - cheating on their spouses, trying to figure out their feelings, hurting each other as a form of revenge. It was recently completed, and it's just so, so good!

#daemyra fanfic #daemon x rhaenyra #daemyra #daemyra fic #fic rec #fanfiction #my current favs #ao3

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daemyradiscord · 5 months

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12 Days of Daemyra

a winter holiday event

HOSTED BY THE DAEMYRA DISCORD

It's the holiday season! This year, we will be hosting a 12-day prompt celebration for the winter season. We welcome Daemon and Rhaenyra art, fic, drabble, edits, moodboards, and more throughout these upcoming weeks. From December 21st, 2023 to January 1st, 2024, each day will feature two connected word prompts. You can choose whether you want to apply one word or both to your contribution, the prompts should simply be a jumping off point. We encourage you to lean into the theme of the season and have fun with it!

Aside from connecting your fics here to the collection and posting links to your work in the Daemyra Events channel or in fic links, you can also post it on social media using #12DaysOfDaemyra.

You can find the details and information on the event and each prompt in our AO3 collection.

#daemyra #daemyra fanart #daemyra fanfic #house of the dragon #hotd #12DaysOfDaemyra #hotd fanart #hotd fanfic #christmas event #holiday event

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darksvster · 2 months

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begging on her knees to be popular — ➥ e, one-shot drabble, 1384 words rhaenyra receives her punishment after disobeying her uncle and then begs for his come.

tw: dom/sub, edging, like multi-day edging, bratnyra but like relatively sub, creampie, the dove might be dying

ao3 link

#house of the dragon #hotd fic #daemyra #daemyra fanfic #daemon x rhaenyra #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #modern au #kink fic #SeptonsAndSinners2024 #mine #attempting to post my fic back on here #we'll see how it goes

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hotdrhaemon · 1 year

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Both needs to hug it out after those losses

Or better yet.. kiss and make up

Make another baby again

Western shows aren't really good at sappy scenes

#daemyra #daemyra fanart #daemyra fanfic #daemon rhaenyra #daemon targeryan #rhaenyra targaryen #hotdedit #hotd fanfic #asoifedit #asoiaf

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grandlovescheme · 2 months

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Every Bait and Switch Was a Work of Art

Secret agents Daemon and Rhaenyra stand on opposite sides. They don’t even know each other’s names. They should want the other dead… and most of the time, they do. But that's part of the fun.

Modern AU • enemies/rivals to lovers • 8/? • 48K words • rating E

Chapter 1 • Chapter 2 • Chapter 3 • Chapter 4 • Chapter 5 • Chapter 6 • Chapter 7 • Chapter 8

Beautiful art accompanying this story by @amoratearte! Check her wonderful pieces out here on Tumblr or Twitter, she's amazing and absolutely killed it with this commission!!!

#daemyra fic #daemon x rhaenyra #daemyra fanfic #hotd fic #daemyra #my fic stuff #modern daemyra #new fic alert

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romkole · 11 months

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Lavender by Romkole

“To my beautiful future wife and our happy marriage!”

Rhaenyra throws her leg over his knee, her shoes lie long forgotten somewhere on the floor, and ignores the slit in the light nude dress that exposed her thigh. She answers, saluting with her own half-empty bottle:

“To my beloved fiance, who will look divine with a ring on his finger!”

#daemyra #modern au #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon x rhaenyra #hotd #daemon targaryen #daemyra aesthetic #modern westeros #game of thrones #daemyra fanfic #rhaenyra and laenor #wedding au

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dae-daetargaryen · 1 year

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Take Me As I Am

A/N: surprise and henlo, so this is my vERy fiRst daEmyra fic, its not much but im happy to share it to all of you

Warnings: nope 👀 bc this is my first daemyra fic, you deserve a surprise HAAHAHHAA enjoy

"Wed her to me."

Her heart stopped,she couldn't believe her ears although a smile crept up on her face,her uncle was dead serious.

"When I offered up my crown you said I could have anything,"

Viserys did say he could have anything.

"I want Rhaenyra, I'll take her as she is and wed her in the tradition of our house."

She leaned on the door, processing what Daemon had proposed to her father.He just asked him to wed them, finally. She always dreamt of this moment,longing to finally be with him despite the circumstances. Rhaenyra loved Daemon ever since, he had been with her always.She closed her eyes as she drifts off to reminisce some memories they had, he have been always attentive to her, enchanting her with tales of his adventures,and never missed a single night without kissing her forehead as she drifts off to sleep every night.

She quietly moves to eavesdrop and twitched when she saw her father,gripping her uncle and slamming him on the floor.Of course, her father would not allow it.She wanted to step in between them and confess her feelings for Daemon,but decided against it.For she knows its wrong and realizes that Daemon just wanted the throne,not her. A tear fell from her eye after realizing it all.

It will never be her.

She chose to not wear anything underneath her night dress for she had planned again to pleasure herself that night.She is still not sure if Daemon really meant everything he said to her father, but it is worth celebrating.She made sure her doors were locked and let the curtains open a bit so that the moonlight could pass through.She begins to rethink her dreams, and as if making them real. She had been pleasuring herself every night,recalling and what her mind told her how would the Daemon of her dreams take her.

They were times she couldn't hold back her whimpers,and never even cared if somebody heard.Rhaenyra didn't care.She made her handmaidens go away early just so she would savor her solitude.In that way, she was able to cope without literally touching her uncle.

She begins to fix her bed and plopped on it, closing her eyes and breathes, sliding her hands down to her clothed breasts and -

"Princess?"

She jolted up from the bed when she heard her uncle's voice.The prince opened her doors, she made sure she locked them, but sighed and realizing that from being to excited, she completely forgot that she just pushed it close and made a quick change of her clothes. Idiot.

She scrambled up from her bed and clasps her hands together behind her, trying to look innocent as possible so that her dear uncle wouldn't suspect anything bizzare that's happening a while ago before he got inside.

Daemon peers in to look for her, her room is spacious and he found her, her bed was made up, but her night dress was disheveled.He took her all in as he looked from her soft face down to her chest,revealing some skin that he always wished to see, then adverted his hungry eyes back to her face.

"I looked for you in the gardens, you weren't there.I thought you agreed upon meeting me,"He said.The princess clasped her hands harder, cursing silently for forgetting that she was suppose to meet him.

"I'm sorry,uncle.I was just busy at the moment,"She looked up to see him go around the bed, inching closer to her."Too busy to see your dear uncle?" Rhaenyra closed her eyes for a bit, sighing in defeat. Her lie was so obvious,and Daemon chuckled softly as he begins to circle her.

"W-we could discuss it here right now, if you like,"She hated the way she stuttered and Daemon stopped.

"Actually, yes your room would be perfect than the gardens,"

Rhaenyra stilled as Daemon came closer,his hands begins to fix her night dress.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, my sweet, I think I may have heard you, several nights.."

She froze.Had he heard every single whimper from her lips?

She stilled again unable to move,her head hung down in embarassment for a short time, and regretting her loud moans that she wished she never made every night.Daemon gave her the softest smile, "You were touching yourself." He smiles and slowly backed away,leaving her breathless even though he didn't touched her fully.He gently plopped himself down on her couch, sinking into the cushions.

He pats his knee, beckoning her to come to him.

"Sit."

Rhaenyra's eyes widened. Sit?

Oh, how she suddenly feel concious about her lack of clothing.

She cursed silently under her breath for not wearing them.Maybe he just wants to have a niece and uncle chat like they always do when she was a little girl. He wouldn't notice,would he?

And she nodded, walking slowly to him.She used to do this since she was a just a little girl, what difference could it make?

Daemon's hands landed on her waist once again, making her shiver.

"Come here," He pulled her closer, so close that his nose brushed the fabric of her thin dress.The princess trusted him her whole heart.Rhaenyra reached out to put one hand on his shoulder to balance herself as she climbs up on his lap, making sure her dress stays down and her backside covered as her butt made contact with his thighs.She didn't want him to know she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Daemon gazed at her as if she is his wife.He never looked at anyone like this, not even at Rhea obviously, nor Mysaria.

Then his expert hands place themselves around the curve of her small waist,with his niece denying the fact that she always dreamed of this moment.

His hands move slowly as possible, caressing every inch of her clothed body,oh how he wanted to rip that fucking dress off.Rhaenyra kept her hands to herself, afraid that this moment might get awkward if she were to give in to this.But, Daemon, he took them, placed them gently on his chest as he got back to give her comforting touches again.

This time, his palms passed down to her hips, then he knew, she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Rhaenyra wanted to get off of him. Of course, he knew.He's not dumb.

Instead of climbing down, her head hung low, choosing not to look into his eyes, and didn't even want this moment to end even though she is embarrassed with him knowing her little secret.

He tilted her chin up, her eyes meeting his as he kissed her soft lips briefly then gazed up at her again.

" Rhaenyra.." He purrs and Rhaenyra was dead aware of how his hands are now pushing her thin skirt up,exposing her bare thighs.

She shivered as his strong hands made contact with her skin, flattening his palms,making circles that made her sigh quietly.

Daemon was one step away from undressing her, and she had to hold onto him for dear life.

"Uncle..we shouldn't be.." She was silenced by his lips on her jaw, kissing his way to whisper in her ear.

"Not a single fucking cunt can hear if you choose to stay quiet." And Rhaenyra gave in.

She had to hold back a moan when he gently nipped at the lobe of her ear, his breath kissing her skin.He pulled back abruptly, making his niece give him a look that turned him on.

He pulled her even closer, his lips on her chest.

"Now tell me, do you touch yourself more often?" He begins to slip the straps of her dress in a tantalizing slow pace, gently nipping at her right shoulder.Rhaenyra was yet silent again as her uncle fully discarded the annoying straps of her dress, revealing her firm soft breasts.

His lips brushed her skin as he pulled her closer,making her rise up a bit. "You didn't answer me, sweetness." She nodded and he smiles up at her before devouring her right mound, his hot mouth suckled on her nipple.She gasps as he continued,his other hand on her left one.She pulled him closer when she felt his warm tongue touch her right nipple, licking it lazily as he watched her reactions.He switched to the left one,nuzzling it first before giving it the same attention.She held his head, her fingers threading through his silver hair as he praised her breasts.

He then moved up to her lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth, while he splays his fingers against the inner flesh of her thigh.He stopped kissing her and leaned back a bit, wanting to see her face as his middle finger traces from her clit and slowly moving downwards.

"Kepus.." She desperately rolled her hips at his touch.He claimed her neck, pressing open- mouthed kisses on the skin behind her ear.

"Spread your legs." He whispered,his lips brushing her cheek as he pulled away again.She moved, only to feel his nimble finger trace her once again,making her whimper at his loving touch.Daemon was enjoying this so much.Rhaenyra's head fell forward as he pressed his fingers into her warm folds,her hands clawing at his chest.

"Uncle.."

No one has ever touched her before.No one has ever touched her like this, no one but Daemon.

She longed to be touched like this,she dreamt of it mostly every night.Daemon held her head up, kissing her cheek as he begins to draw small circles on her nub, making her mouth fall open.

"Shh.."He says into her hair while his fingers traveled deeper inside of her, his thumb now on her little nub,rubbing faster than before.A cry escaped from her lips as she holds onto his head for dear life,gripping his hair.Daemon smiled like bastard,as Rhaenyra took it all in.

He firmly held her waist as he moves his fingers, in and out of her.

"You...you said.." She closes her eyes as he slides his fingers up to her clit.

"Y- you -you would take me as I am." She managed to say as she whimpered from his touch.

Daemon looked up again to her face as her head lolled back from the magic touch of his fingers.

He smirked, " You sweet girl, you've been listening?"

She nodded,embarassed,but still rode his fingers desperately. He added a third finger, and Rhaenyra couldn't contain her squeaks and her moans are getting louder and louder that he had to tuck her head on his shoulder to shush her again.

His shoulder was no use, so he switched it with his mouth, silencing her moans as he kissed her.

"Move."He whispered to her lips, urging her to move against his fingers.Rhaenyra moved slowly, letting him thrust his fingers to her clit,trying to stay as quiet as possible.

Daemon licked her nipples lazily as she moves forward,her clit wanting more.She had been moving for a couple of minutes until she collapsed into him, his nimble fingers still tracing her wet soft folds.

Then he lets her rest on his chest for a minute,whispering sweet nothings to her ear as he strokes her hair.He caressed her soft back, earning a sigh from the princess.Rhaenyra pulled back up and saw her dear uncle smiling sweetly, bringing his hand to her soft face,tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. "Did you mean it?" She asked in a small voice, afraid of his answer.She won't let him touch her again if she knew he was just using her to win his brother's throne.

The rogue prince sighed, despite everything and Viserys,he only wishes to spend the rest of his life with her. Of course he meant it.

He pulled her closer again, pulling off her night dress over her head as he pressed a searing kiss on her collarbone. With that,Rhaenyra smiled down at him.

"Every word."

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for his eyes only [Daemyra fanfic] - completed

for his eyes only • 10/10 • 127.2k • Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen • Explicit

When Daemon was crowned King, his first decision was to make sure his niece was safe. If it meant putting her in a tower - then so be it. He enjoyed keeping their life a secret - even when it no longer involved just her.