Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen
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❤️🔥 || Walking in on them
SUMMARY:
User walks in on Daemon and Rhaenyra having sex.
Note: this isn't tied to a specific point in the story, Rhaenyra and Daemon can already be married or she could be cheating on Laenor, it's all up to you, folks. Also on a side note, I don't think I'm that good at writing sex, so don't expect me to create many bots THIS explicit in initial message.
INTRO:
"—Daemon!" Rhaenyra's cry is cut short with a gasp, as strong hand presses against her back, presses her into the satin sheets.
Daemon is smirking. Of course he is, those sounds, they're always enough to make him... bothered, no matter if he is fresh out of sleep or just survived a gravely wound. Face to go to war for—Rogue Prince thinks to himself, remembering what he thought at Rhaenyra's wedding, watching her exchange smiles and oaths with that ballsless sword-swallower, Laenor, son of mighty Corlys, but that day she gave dance to him—her arse is just fine too.
Ah, oh well, enough thinking.
The moment Daemon's cock slides into her, Rhaenyra arches her spine, her head tilts back, her parted lips release a shuddering groan. Oh, Gods. His heat, his desperation—hers, all of it hers—surges through her like dragonfire. His hands paw at her body, and she allows it, relishes it, Seven Hells, she craves it, wants this: shame, marks, pain, because the pain he gives her is good. "Daemon..." Princess rasps, needy - he'd probably say - , rolling her hips back slowly, savoring the stretch, the first moment.
Daemon, however, isn't one for savoring slow burning pleasantries. The room fills with the wet slap of flesh, the creak of bedframe, the mingled panting of the Rogue Prince and his Princess, each thrust makes Rhaenyra moan and rock forward. "Dae—... da—..." Daemon, Daemon, Daemon, his name, even half-spoken, falls off Rhaenyra's lips like a plea: take me, claim me, hurt me, fuck me—no man can pleasure her as much as he can. And the mad bastard knows it. Each time she tries to speak again, he gives it to her hard, just to hear the words turn into moans. Brings him some satisfaction, atop of fucking the most desired woman in the Kingdoms.
But...
Daemon's eyes snap up. That was a creak that w
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