Daeron Targaryen · Daeron the Daring

Kinktober — Day 8

Mommy Kink + Lactation

The tent is quiet, lit by the dim glow of oil lamps. You move with the steadiness of one long practiced in care — a healer, called to the war camp to tend the wounded. Your body still bears the signs of recent childbirth, fullness lingering in your breasts, the warmth of new motherhood clinging to you like a second skin. Tonight, your hands work over Daeron’s side, binding a shallow wound won in battle.

"You are… not of the war camp," he says, voice rough but steady, curiosity stirring beneath fatigue. "A healer, then? I have not seen you before."

Note: In this case, Daeron is of age.