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the lady from the north ii.

– Pairing: Daemon x f! reader. – Summary: Years later, with two twin children, Y/n Stark begins his journey to King’s Landing alongside his brother as representatives of Winterfell. Recently, House Targaryen has lost some members and this has motivated the move to the place, however things seem to have changed drastically from what they were twenty years ago. – Warnings: Smut, oral (f and m reviving), p in v, slight, breending if you squintm unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, pet name, dom!daemon, sub!reader and smut…SMUT! – Word count: 6.5k – Rated: Yes, but mistakes can happend. Sorry if have ;( – Notes: So the big day finally arrived, my first writing involving older content explicit, I tried my best not to fantasize so much and leave the reading engaging at the level of Daemon Targaryen, this man moves me in a way I never imagined possible . I also thank everyone who liked the first part, currently the post has 82 likes and this goes beyond what I imagined, so here's my thanks to everyone who read it, if you haven't read the first part just click on the link below to be redirected or access the pinned post on my profile. A great read to all!

Daemon and Laena did not marry, the only union remaining from houses Targaryen and Valaryon is with Rhaenyra and Leanor; All phrases said in High Valerian will have a translation right in front of them, I hope you don't get confused. If you feel that your reading has become polluted, comment your opinion so that it doesn't happen again.

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“Mommy why only they have dragons?” Anika questions me while watching dragons resting in the distance.

“House Targaryen descent allows them to have a direct and stronger connection to these animals,” I answer my daughter. “Why would you want a daughter dragon? Don't you like Ivar?"

"Yes mom, but he's a wolf and he would like to have a dragon too." The daughter comments while watching the winged beings with all the attention in the world.

“My teacher said that people always want what tends to be impossible.” Edmundo, Anika's twin answers. "Especially something as different as a dragon."

“I think if we can be friends with the princes we could go there, Mom?”

"Maybe, but for the moment I think it's better to go play in the yard and so be away from balconies, right young lady?"

Gradually Y/n descends her daughter from the pillar that placed her to walk to the castle's central courtyard, during her youth it was her favorite place to read and put aside worries and matters about the future. So that moment with her kids there would be fun for her. During the walk, some servants passed by the trio and greeted them with a smile on their faces, the Stark woman felt the purest pride to see Anika and Edmundo politely responding to each of them, it seemed that even in the face of so much turmoil they were immune to everything bad. , especially the greed and wickedness of men.

After their birth, many of Y/n's late husband's family went to her to reach an agreement with descent for House Greyjoy, as the younger brother had been presented as lord of the house and with children, this could generate conflicts and power struggles. Y/n and her brother's thinking at the time was the coin, a certain amount for each child and any mention of the Greyjoy land inheritance about Anika and Edmund would be ruled out, a fact that their mother fought to be present in the role, it could be the only guarantee in case a feud got bigger in the future.

"Mommy looks there," Anika exclaims with her right arm outstretched. "Just like the tree at home, can we go closer?"

"Sure." I replied smiling at her." Did you know that was my favorite place when I used to come here? I would spend hours reading about the aristocracy to help your uncle."

"Can I go back to my room, Mom?" Ed questions looking down at his feet. "I wanted to play there for a little while."

"Stop it, Ed." Anika turns her attention away from me and pulls Edmund's arm. "Let's play hide-and-seek and this lazy face will disappear in no time. Besides, playing outdoors is much better.

"Watch out kids, watch where you're stepping," I warn them as they start to run into the yard.

Y/n possessed differential from the many women at court regarding children, even though she was a Lady she often put aside this title in the presence of her little ones, they need affection and courage, how could she provide such feelings if she worried about clothes, beauty, and other tasks? They might indeed be important, but here was the Y/n Stark woman holding up the skirt of her dress and making it easy to run to where Anika and Edmund were, provoking a series of ecstatic laughs from Anika, she was a real joker.

The afternoon passed and the three of them enjoyed every interaction, some moments they had visitors who watched what they were doing with great admiration, during this time Y/n had the pleasure of seeing again his childhood adventure buddy Mr. Harvin Strong. It was he who had caused a scar on his back when he went to Winterfell they both enjoyed climbing trees and one-day Y/n ended up slipping on some moss on the trunk and falling from a considerable height, however, resentments never remained between the friendship. While Y/n prepared a towel on the ground, her lady companion organized a brief coffee for her children over the shade of the tree.

"Anika comes to eat, your brother is already here," I affirm as I stand up and wipe my hands on the skirt of my dress.

"There is just one detail missing from the drawing." She shouts with her full attention on her paper. "Leave it there and then you can come back." I retort seeing that she was stalling to come.

"But mommy..." I look towards my daughter and noticed the presence of a pout on her lips with almost watery eyes, a worthy staging.

"Don't even think about it Anika, the only person who believes is your uncle. So come soon, you can play more later."

Y/n watches Anika walk carefully, she was angry at her decision, but the funny thing was her lips muttering something that amused her mother. "Say it louder daughter, so I can have the chance..."

"My prince." Elianne, my lady announces with attention behind me, I divert my attention at the same instant. Turning my body around I find Daemon walking over to where we were standing.

"The children are enjoying the day." The man replies smiling. His hands were clasped together in front of his body. "But why does only this one look upset?"

"Someone was preferring drawings to feed," I reply to him. "Feel free to enjoy some of the food, my prince."

At that instant Y/n receives Daemon's watchful gaze, he seemed to study every detail of his friend and the woman took advantage of the act to reciprocate the action. The last time they had seen each other the long platinum locks marked the face of the former friend, now his hair was at shoulder length, a little shorter, but still incredibly beautiful and charming. Still admiring Daemon, Y/n allowed herself to think about the possibility of finally having his company as a husband, after all these years she would be able to be by the side of the one she loved.

"Mommy the juice is out." Anika takes my attention and I look up at her, the empty stick was in her hands, yet I notice a striking smile on Daemon's lips. What could it be?

"Could you fetch some of the liquid Elianne? Just a little more, we'll have dinner later."

"Certainly ma'am." She bows toward me. "Excuse me, gentlemen."

Taking her cue from the lady-in-waiting Y/n lowered her hips to sit beside her sons, but Daemon's striking presence seemed to frighten her silent sons. The prince stood, features closed, hands clasped together in front of him and, main detail, gaze focused on the three below him.

"Is everything okay?" I ask as I cut a slice of cake. I notice Anika slowly approaching my body.

"He's looking at us seriously. I'm scared" I hold my smile.

"Daemon I think your presence is making my children afraid of your person."

"Really?" He inquires as he moves even closer to Anika, she slowly brought her body even closer together to mine setting aside the bread she was eating. "I thought that coming here to extend an invitation makes you excited and not afraid, maybe I was wrong." In that instant, he was already crouched over her calves.

"An invitation?" Edmund asks curiously as he eats a piece.

"The two of you seemed interested in my dragon earlier, especially you child. Perhaps you would like to get to know him more closely."

"Is it serious?" At the same instant, Anika leaves my arms now interested in my friend's invitation, "Mom can I go?"

"Well..." I speak as I look intently toward Daemon, he returned the look with a neutral look on his face. "Do you promise to keep an eye on them? What if something happens?"

"It won't happen." He replies eating some grapes. "Would you like to accompany us on this ride Y/N? I hear you are good at riding" A smile marks his lips as he chews the grapes. Was he saying that in front of my children?

"I appreciate the invitation, however, I need to speak with my brother soon. I appreciate the invitation." I direct my gaze to my sons and find them both already standing beside Daemon. "Be sensible and don't delay."

"Don't worry Mama, I am sure Lord Targaryen will not harm us."

"But it's the fear I was feeling earlier..."

"Rest assured Y/n, your children and I will get along super well, as will you and I" He replies as he stands up between his speech he approaches me "If I may." Daemon reaches out his hand towards me helping me up off the ground, after all, Anika and Edmund were practically ready by now and jumping up and down with anxiety.

"Thank you." I hold tightly onto his wrist as I stand up, but am surprised by a hand around my waist. "Daemon, have some manners and get your hands off of there."

"Nyke ȳdra daor remember complaining skori issa ondos istan va zȳhon waist se īlva bodies istan joined va se bed." Daemon whispers in my ear. (I don't remember complaining when my hands were on her waist and our bodies were joined on the bed.)

"Emagon manners issa prince, ao emagon people around se nyke would raqagon respect syt issa riñar." I remove their hands from where they were and smile at my children. "Elianne will escort you to a safe place, then be careful." (Have modes, my prince, you have people around and I would like respect for my children.)

Finishing the interaction with her children in a hug Y/n leaves their presence and starts her walk towards the meeting with her brother after she didn't lie when she denied her friend's invitation, however, the real intention was not to be so close to him when the memory was still alive in her memory. Even after four long months of the touch and acts of that night of pure lust shared between them, she could not blame herself after the death of her husband the neediness comes to her on certain days but when you have a lord brother in a place where everyone follows you it is impossible to have an affair, however, this prevented the king's brother from entering the young woman's hut at night during the winter games, Daemon accepted the invitation very willingly and went as a representative of House Targaryen.

"Modes? Nyke pendagon gīda ao dīnagon aōhon aside hae nyke entered ao, issa riñnykeā." (Modes? I think even you put yours aside as I entered you, my lady.)

Should she have stopped? Looked back or answered that line? Perhaps it was better to keep walking while going as far away from Daemon as possible, when the words reached her ear the sensations were directly aimed at her sex. To lie that such acts did not return once again in her mind would be considered a sin, after all, it was Daemon Targaryen she thought the man she fell in love with and gave her heart to.

After leaving the hall where some families were present during dinner, Y/n walked with her children to the rooms where they would sleep, it was small, and gave them both room to play when there was no one to accompany them around the castle. After helping both of them change and prepare their beds, the young Stark placed each of them on their beds with a delicate seal on the top of Anika's head, such an act was a mother-daughter tradition that she made sure to keep.

"Sleep well my children, anything call for Elianne and have her come to me."

"We are grown mothers. We can face the dark now." Ed proudly states.

"Even more so after having seen a dragon up close, we can put fear into anyone who tries to provoke us now." Anika completes her brother's speech, and in that instant, I noticed that she was holding my hand. "Mom what did you talk to Uncle Daemon about earlier?"

"UNCLE?" I exclaimed with a tone of surprise. In less than hours, he had already won over my children, what was he up to now?

"Well, we were talking in High Valerian, it is an ancient language and one that the Targaryen family descends from. I learned it in the time I stayed here as a young girl, even though he taught me much of what I know."

"I would like to learn it to find out what you were talking about, I wonder if..." Anika interrupts herself as she yawns, I need to remember to thank the gods for this.

"That means it's time to go to sleep, right?" I get up from Anika's bed and walk to the door, outside I find Elianne accompanied by a helper. "Good night mommy." I hear my children say before closing the door.

While walking to her room Y/n goes over some requests for her lady to carry out in the morning, in less than a week they would already be returning to Winterfell, and leaving belongings in King's Landing was not an option at this point of the championship. After bidding farewell to the company of both helpers the young woman found it strange when she noticed the absence of guards at the door, it was unusual since they came from the north, but when you have a party facts like this happen routinely, however, Y/n kept her sense on alert in case someone knocked on the door.

Leaving these thoughts aside, Y/n walked to her dressing table to remove ornaments, comb her hair and change into a more comfortable outfit to sleep in. While unlocking her hair Y/n began a light murmuring of a song, the intention was to distract and help the time to think, after all, patience is needed for the removal of everything that was in her hair. After finishing all the main steps the Stark woman walked to where her clothes were and chose the one she liked best to sleep in.

"Whenever nyke jurnegon ao, nyke feel raqagon nyke facing se olive precious treasure hen ry se sīkuda dārȳti." (Whenever I look at you, I feel like I'm facing the most precious treasure of all the seven kingdoms.)

"Daemon, how did you get in here?"

"I have lived here for many years before your first time in this castle, my lady." Daemon replies.

"Still, we are alone, and look at the situation you find me in." I indicate to my body, only a small semi-transparent veil covering my skin. "Do you think it's appropriate?"

"Appropriate no, however you know I have a certain fondness for acting against what is right." As I hear the end of the sentence I hear the lock being locked. "You know, earlier when you denied my ride and left me waiting for an answer, it made me question a few things."

"Well then, tell me what bothers your thoughts."

"Sagon issa ābrazȳrys." Daemon says as he walks over to me, I slowly feel my body shiver at his speech. "Sagon issa ābrazȳrys se ao jāhor ūndegon bona nykeā dīnilūks goes tolmiot beyond nykeā political commitment." (Be my wife. Be my wife and you will see that marriage goes far beyond a political commitment.)

"Ao gīmigon īlon kostagon't, especially hae nyke se dārys's lēkia se zȳhon pāstan ones would vēdros naejot ūndegon bisa situation isse court." I respond to the same. (You know we can't, especially as I'm the king's brother and his trusted ones would hate to see this situation in court.)

"When you say that do you mean Hightower or his family? Otto should barely know how to use his stick and thinks he's capable of deciding what I'll do with my life." Daemon's hands touch my face, and as I feel his breath on my face I close my eyes. "Mazverdagon bisa iderennon syt ao, ivestragī issa mazverdagon ao issa ābrazȳrys raqagon īlon promised issue childhood." (Make this choice for you, let me make you my wife as we promised in childhood.)

"Daemon." As I say his name he rests his forehead against mine, I believe he still felt fear. "Mazverdagon issa aōhon ābrazȳrys, issa prince." (Make me your wife, my prince.)

As if a collision of two stars in the sky happened, was the feeling of Daemon's lips next to mine, it was overwhelming to feel it all over again, after all, it had been months of indecent touches of my own at night thinking of him, the one who promised me the world when we were only 15, the man who made me feel in heaven and hell before I could even think of the consequences. It was with Daemon Targaryen that I allowed myself to stop being that delicate northern girl and experience anything that could corrupt me.

I had never been kissed or touched like this, not even when we had our first relationship months ago. As our lips deepened the kiss more intensely Daemon's free hand began to travel down my body, starting on my breasts still covered by the thin blue silk, slowly I feel my nipples getting hard through the fabric, but soon this feeling of being covered fades away and is accompanied by a look of pure lust from Daemon. "She was getting in my way." Having said that the fabric was being pulled off my body and thrown across the room, and I quickly feel a wet chill in the area, his mouth had been placed on my breast directly while the hand that was on my neck was placed on the other breast.

Hostage to this explosion of pleasure I search for support and entwine my fingers in Daemon's hair in an attempt to stand up, for his mouth was getting deeper and deeper in acquiring contact with my body. A groan made a presence on my lips when the man stopped his action, I wanted to feel him one more time, and both bodies joined as the stars made their presence felt in his night. That was the reaction when you are with Daemon. Everything becomes more desirable. I arch against him, begging with my whole body for more. That attitude caught his attention as Daemon lifts his face and brings it closer to my neck, there he pinches my ear shivering my entire body. "Please...please," I say to him. No answer comes only his heavy breathing, maybe he needs a break himself, meanwhile, I direct my hands to his drawing Daemon to the bed, surely it would be more comfortable.

"Jurnegon ao, desperately reacting not Issa religion," Daemon says as he stands over my body, with his right hand holding my two hostages above my head, his other hand kept moving down my body and his mouth never left my neck unattended this mix of actions. (Look at you, desperately reacting to my touch)

My conscience had all the words on the tip of my tongue, was to say yes and everything would be accomplished, but I was thirsty for the pleasure of having one of his fingers in my folds, Daemon started with a slow pace, yet kept my mouth busy releasing moans instead of answering his question. "What happened my beautiful? Have you run out of words?"

I arch my body against him, silently begging with my body for more. Only slightly sympathetic to my distress, he rubs his hips against my core and pinches my ear with his teeth. He says nothing, breathing heavily on the back of my neck, his right hand running over my hips, I sigh deeply as he rubs two more fingers into me increasing the accumulated moisture in my vagina. "Nyke aōhon," I say cos eyes closed and breathing deeply. "Mazverdagon issa aōhon." (I'm yours. Make me yours.)

After my words reach his ears he wastes no more time. Daemon brings his hand to my entrance and begins to stimulate the site, before bringing it to him he placed his fingers on my lips and looked intently at my face while tasting my flavor and aiding in lubrication, something I imagined was not necessary. Observing our situation I am sure I would be stoned for such heresy to my house, but I was willing to take that risk if the result was to end the night crying out for Daemon.

For a brief moment the loss of contact with him caught my attention and allowed me to open my eyes, Daemon was standing there unbuttoning his pants, his shirt must have come off before I could look at him. When the Targaryen prince was undressed in front of me and with his member against my abdomen the reaction to touching me was instantaneous, my trembling fingers touched my clit in light movements as I watched Daemon masturbating himself.

"Look into my eyes Y/n." The petition heated my desire even more. "Keep gracing yourself and keep looking at me."

Touch through touch. Each pleasured himself as we looked into the other's eyes, Daemon's sloppy touches on his cock taking the silence out of the room while my low sigh seemed to provoke him even more. Daemon closed his eyes for a moment and that's when an idea occurred to me, with that I put aside my self-pleasure and brought my hand up to the Targaryen man's member.

"Shit." A low moan leaves Daemon's mouth as he stroked his intimate. He had already removed his hands and handed control over to me. "Are you sure about this?"

"Kessa issa prince." (Yes, my prince.)

With that line I directed Daemon to a chair right next to my bed, earlier it was a place of pastime for reading now this became an object where Daemon would receive pleasure. When the prince adjusted himself on the seat I was kneeling between his legs, my gaze now changed from submission to dominance of what I would do next, I could have several thoughts at once, however, I would put them aside and focus on showing Daemon that I was game.

I slowly snuggle closer to my member, kissing his legs softly as I prolong his physical desire to have my lips on his manhood. Daemon is already moaning long before my lips touch the top of his cock, before bringing his length to my mouth I choose to have my hands do work down the length. I don't say anything during the process, I just look at Daemon who kept his head thrown back and eyes closed.

I had already felt his size inside me, but still, I am amazed to think how big he is and that he would be banging against my throat very soon. I inhale sharply but continue and lick from base to tip as my hand continues to slowly pump him the length below. I feel Daemon's body begin to shake, even more, his abdomen is contracted followed by a series of words in Valyrian, seeing him practically whimpering above me brings a lot of pleasure that is directed straight to my wet core, and when I decide to wrap my lips more around his tip, Daemon lets out a heavy moan that makes my stomach clench. I start by licking his pre-semen before pushing more into my mouth. I decide to squeeze the base of his cock with my lips gently before adjusting its angle to take him deeper, doing so Daemon grabs my hair tightly in response in an attempt to stimulate my actions even more. Slowly I begin to take Daemon's cock deeper. The instant his penis reaches the back of my guaranteed throat, even as I choke on it, I continue to push even deeper until my lips are pressed against his abdomen and my nose feels goose bumps due to his pubic hair.

"Look at you...a lady taking my cock like a slut." Daemon defends such words as I begin to move my head over his length. "Please... shit."

Daemon's hand absently finds its way around my hair like a tangled mess, he begins to pull my face rudely up onto his cock. When his movements become faster and stronger I search for support and squeeze his thighs hard enough to hurt, he could not be the one to gain in this act, a physical reminder was needed. He doesn't scold me when I perform the previous action, however, he continues to pound me for several more minutes before squirting all of his cum into my throat. The taste might not be one of the best, but I do my best to swallow every drop of it as he watches me in amazement as his tongue is thrust out, I don't think he even expected me to do that, so I make sure to always look into his eyes, never taking my attention away from his face.

Daemon groans as he feels the absence of my mouth on his length, however, he seems to recover quickly from his orgasm as he soon pulls my lips together forcing me to sit on his lap, the sensation of having him still wet on my insides teased both of us, I was sure when we both moan against each other's lips. He is looking at mine for a moment later when, still on his lap, I begin to make small movements with my hips over his softened penis after the recent orgasm. Daemon pulls back when I try to tighten our contact further, after all, he had had his pleasure, but I was still waiting for that and these movements caused goose bumps to run through my body, however, he grabs my hips immobilizing my attempt to reach out. He is growling low, I think then to direct my hands to his back and scratch the place, but I am surprised by Daemon grabbing my throat and lifting me slightly.

" Sagon careful skoros ao jaelagon syt, ao ȳdra daor jaelagon naejot wake bē unable naejot geron, gaomagon ao?" He murmurs, not releasing his neck, yet I feel his penis hardening again in my belly. (Be careful what you wish for, you don't want to wake up unable to walk, do you?)

Slowly he pushes my hips until it is possible to feel the tip of his member at my entrance, the movement is slow and firm the first time, stretching me comfortably to give me a chance to adjust little by little. I slowly catch my breath and realize that Daemon was waiting for a signal to continue, so I nod a few times for him to continue and he does, but the gentleness is no longer present in his actions. Pulling to the edge, he pushes back hard, sending the chair forward a little, occasioning a certain fear of falling that leads me to hug his shoulders with both my arms, Daemon seizes the moment and opens my ass as his cock settles deep in my vagina.

A loud sigh leaves my mouth combined with a possessive moan from Daemon, slowly the friction movements in our bodies begin and even though gentle their speed turns to speed and brutality leaving me ecstatic, after all, he pulled my hips out and pushed back again in a rough way. When I feel Daemon peaking I pull his lips to mine, the need to have him in all my spaces went out of whack when the tingling in my belly starts, I needed him completely and in less than two minutes I am tightening around him, and moaning with the need to cum.

Damon smiles against my lips as he notices my actions which draws my gaze and I realize that for the first time since I was inside him that our eyes finally meet again. "Are you going to cum already?" he asks in his sultry, sensual voice, his lips were close to mine, however, our friction was prevented by our joined foreheads.

My only source of response is a groan, and with his next thrust, a cry of surprise erupts my lips the same second he lifts my body next to his, we were now standing and walking towards the bed. As we lay down on the mattress Daemon stands over my body and returns the movements, but this time he exerted all the control over mine, the strokes were sloppy and fast and I could feel his anger, after all, earlier it had been hard for him too. As Daemon strokes his cock at my entrance he brings his right index finger up to my clit to stimulate it, it was the height of pleasure to my sex, the tingling returns, and I let out a loud moan that would be heard by someone in the hallway and nearby rooms. "Are you ready to cum on my cock honey?" Daemon asks smiling, he was reveling in my situation.

"Please, Daemon... don't stop. Please." I beg with my head turned on the bed and eyes closed. "Let me cum."

"Aōha jaelagon iksos nykeā order" (Your wish is an order)

Upon hearing his words in my ear I allow my body to crumble over his member, I cum all over his cock, drenching him with my cream-soiling even the sheets over our bodies, however, his movements do not stop after all he is not finished yet. He was not even close to reaching his apex. While I felt my body soft from the recent orgasm Daemon put his hands on my waist to turn my body, leaving my ass touching his cock, before I could react his direct hand joined both my arms behind my back making him dominate my body completely.

Slowly I feel his cock being placed back into my still dripping pussy to be accommodated, he immediately starts rubbing his tip up and down my slit, once again teasing me and begging for it. When he pushes the tip against my clit, I can't help but start shaking again, I was still sensitive from my recent orgasm.

"So you like having my cock inside your pussy, huh?" he purrs in my ear as he continues to rub his cock against my clit. As he continues to moan in an attempt to get him to push his entire length as fast as possible along my folds, to put aside this torture and begin the rough penetration.

Before I can respond I grumble at the lost friction but stop questioning his action when I feel Daemon pull away from my body, bending down and directing his face toward my ass, his right arm reaching up to rest against my lower back, providing slight support for his actions that would take place over the next few seconds. He spreads my legs a little wider and lays down between them, seconds later, his nose and breath are against my wetness. Then his tongue is going in and out of my hole, he is taking me so well on his tongue that I can't help but roll my eyes, Daemon licks up all my released cum and even swallows some of it. "Your taste is the best in all the seven realms, my queen." He presses his face even closer to my vagina causing me to thrust forward.

The sight is pure sin, his face buried in my pussy, me clutching the sheet as if my life depended on reaching that orgasm, and amid moans he licks, sucks, and bites my clit bringing me even closer to an orgasm. He doesn't stop when my legs start shaking or when my hand starts scratching his, I was sensitive and felt powerless to reach the peak once again. When I start to scream and moan louder he just buries his face deeper and moves his tongue so quickly against my clit that I come harder than our other night and the one a few minutes ago, not realizing that I had squirted my release in his face I remain just panting against the pillow underneath me.

Daemon doesn't even take a few minutes and I feel like he was drowning in my pussy from the feel of his tongue licking my juices and depositing them in his mouth. As his body rises from the sheets I direct my gaze back and find a wet face dragging and making contact, I notice a smile on his lips, but soon he breaks our gaze and starts pressing kisses and licks all over my back, especially over my local scar, taking advantage of the movement he moves up until he reaches my neck. He starts sucking and kissing my spine next, leaving bruises that would be visible to everyone on the court the next day, but at that moment I wish he would continue with his actions and in an attempt to allow him to continue I take my arm straight to his hair and let my hands pull some strands, he bites my neck releasing another moan from my lips.

When he reaches my cheek and begins to lightly seal that region I feel his erect cock in my folds searching for the hole he desperately wanted to return to. As his tip began to thrust into me again he leaves my face and returns his attention to my neck before raising his body, there he licks a long stretch from the bottom of my neck where it meets my shoulder. Without any warning, his cock pushes me the deepest in and simultaneously Daemon bites the spot he was just licking, again a cry of pleasure leaves my lips. He bites hard enough to draw a small amount of blood on my skin, at that moment my moan comes out with a little pain. "Be careful Daemon... we can't leave it obvious," I ask slyly.

He doesn't take his mouth off the bitten spot, his teeth are still buried in me and he wastes no time with his cock and resumes the movement in and out of my hole at that moment he seeks pleasure and there were no limits to achieving it. He enters several times and with a brutal rhythm, taking my body to limits I had never experienced before. Again and again, the movement in and out was repeated and within minutes I am releasing a moan coming from deep in my throat, legs trembling and squeezing Daemon's cock which remains buried in me, not moving until my pussy squeezes his cock as well. Finally, his mouth releases my neck and his tongue licks the little bit of blood from the bite present on his lips. At that moment the only things to be heard, other than the sounds of our breathing in the room and Daemon's hard thrusts into my vagina. Then I realize that Daemon had not yet cum inside me.

"Daemon..." I say as he starts to pull out of my aching hole, I thought he was going to seek pleasure with his own hands, but then his left-hand squeezes my wrist, and the other pushes me back onto the bed as I try to sit up. In one swift motion, he stands over my body and begins thrusting into my core once more. Daemon is moving fast, too fast for me to notice that his only desire was to release his seed into me. "Nyke jāhor leghagon ziry rūsīr issa nūmo, olvie aderī bisa giez sombāzmion jāhor sagon lēda hen heir, " (I will fill it with my seed, very soon this whole castle will be full of heirs)

I begin to whimper under him as he growls and moans loudly, his rhythm beginning to falter once again indicating that he was reaching his orgasm. Then, pulling to the end of the bed, he thrusts back into my core harder than before, and in that sequence of in and out he hits the deepest with such force that I am teasing again as he fills me with his hot cream.

"I..." I pause as he places his forehead on my shoulder. "I love you Daemon."

"I love you too." Light selfies are deposits on my collarbone, we were still recovering from that string of orgasms, plus we were a mess. "My queen."

After a while the couple remained the same way, Daemon inside Y/n, they wanted to enjoy the moment until they split up and continue to behave as was required for court, however after what had happened in the previous hours could cause some rumors when passing employees heard everything that happened between the four walls of the northern lady's room.

Daemon lifts his body and withdraws his member from the woman's entrance, a moan escapes the young woman's lips due to the absence of length inside her. The man stands up and walks over to the dressing table and takes a handkerchief from Stark's hair, with this in hand he returns to the bed and sits down near her intimacy, and cleans that area carefully and calmly.

"This is supposed to be used on my hair, you know?" I ask smiling as Daemon tosses the long handkerchief and begins to lie down beside me again. "Now I have to wash it before I use it."

"If you want to leave it with me I can find a perfect purpose and use for them." Daemon smiles when I realize the intonation he had said. "What? I'm just saying."

"Anyway shouldn't you be going back to your room?"

"No one would risk entering my room without permission. Besides I prefer to spend my time by your side."

Y/n hugs Daemon's abdomen as he settles in beside her, they both wanted that and the young woman wasn't going to waste those hours complaining or fighting. As they each left caresses on each other's bodies the young Stark felt her eyes getting heavy from sleep and tiredness, before she could fully surrender to the dream world she heard Daemon speaking.

"Tomorrow over dinner I will tell my brother of my intention to marry you." Daemon continues stroking my shoulders, however, my movements on his abdomen stop.

"But wouldn't it be better to talk to my brother first? He might react badly to such news in public."

"Your brother already knows of my interest in making you, my wife. I spoke to him yesterday." Daemon kisses the top of my head. "Is that okay with you now?"

"Fine. However my wish now is to have a pleasant night's sleep, would you grant me that wish, future husband?"

"Ah." Daemon laughs in amusement at my speech. "I will be here until dawn, should you wake up later know that I was by your side until the last second.

"One last thing." I say with my eyes closed. "Let your hair grow back."

– Note: YEAH! I'm a little anxious for your return, I think I got excited in some parts, but I hope to improve in my next works. I don't intend to continue in a third part, I would like your opinion.

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