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Sweet sixteen. It was time, all the year, giving pleasure to each other using their mouths and fingers but not being able to fill her with his cock was driving him insane. Now she was a legal, lots of people were against the age of majority being sixteen in Westeros, but Daemon was so grateful for it, midnight and there was he, in her room like a fucking creepy looking her sleeping hugging her stuffed dragon, Syrax first, her legs exposed to him making him desiring to lick all of the soft skin he was able to see.
She was sixteen now but she was so tiny, she still fitted in his arms like she always did but now felt perfect, his hands were able to hold her entire waist like a belt and cover her pussy like her panties that as soon as they got married he would banish from their home, he wanted easy access to her every time he wanted, grabbing her don’t matter where and just thrust his cock inside of her and for the flames he knew his cock would be a hard work to her catch inside of her, but he would be kind, all the last year stretching her would make her catch him he knew it. So he took out his clothes and ripped off her nightgown out of her body, seeing the silk flying through her room.
He laid on top of her, his hips pressing her against the mattress, his hand played with one of her tits, the perfect tits be sucked every time he saw them, he lost the count of how many times he sucked it in his officer, sucked until they red and she was riding his tight to cum. He kissed the nipples playing with his tongue, licking and teasing with the tip of his tongue before breathing cold air against the wet skin. She was shivering but kept sleeping like the sweet angel she was. He pressed kisses against her stomach thinking about how big would look when she was pregnant with his children, her womb heavy with his children, his semen, her breasts big and full of milk that he would help her to relieve sucking it every morning, every night, every time he could.
He wanted to eat her, licking her and feel the taste of her ichor against his tongue, but he didn’t want her to be awaken with his mouth he wanted her to awake with his cock inside of her, but he wouldn’t torture her. No not his little and perfect princess, he didn’t want to rip her inside, he had to make her like his cock inside of her, so he could put this on her always.
He pressed his finger on her cunt feeling how wet she was, dirty princess dreaming about her uncle daddy fucking her, she was his true bless, he pressed his fingers against her clit, making circles and some movements avoiding the bundle of nerves, he pressed the tip of his fingers against her cunt, thrusting just a little bit inside of her, her hips started to move lightly against him searching for his fingers more deep inside of her. He laughed thrusting fast and deep into her making her sigh in pleasure. He took his fingers from inside of her sucking her ichor, she was delicious and he was a starving man.
He would fuck her until she was nothing beside a mess under him. He moved his fingers inside of her brushing her walls with the tip of his calloused fingers, he kept sucking her beautiful tits biting the nipples softly and licking the soft skin while watching the movements in her abs, he was mesmerized by the the way her abs moved when she came around his fingers. His pretty daughter would look so good cumming around his cock, his cock appearing in her abs making a bulge on her, pressing him inside of her and sucking his sperm into her uterus.
He took his fingers, she was ready. He offered his fingers to her, she was still sleeping his good girl but accepted his fingers covered with her cum so well, sucking like she used to do with her pacifier. Daemon in his head kept repeating ‘just the tip, she’s virgin, be careful, just the tip, just the tip’ and if he were a better man, a better father he would do that, but when he pressed his tip inside of her, he was over, he was having a little taste of heaven and now he was greedy, he needed more, he could fuck her with the tip when she was a bad girl to him.
Against his faith he fucked her a little with his tip, in and out of her, he heard her little sight around his fingers. He moaned, resting his head against her neck. He was trying to be good with her, but when she moved her hips, pulling him inside of her he was not strong enough for this provocation. He thrusted deep inside of her, he knew she had awakened with the thrust, he could feel it in her breath, in the moan she let escape and on her teeth around his finger not sucking anymore but biting.
“Did I awake my zaldrītsos ?” He whispered laughing on her skin.
“Uncle?” She whispered rolling her eyes when he thrusted on her.
“Yes sweet girl?” He groaned against her neck.
“Finally?” Her eyes were shining with joy.
“Yes, finally you’ll carry my children, are you happy?”
“Yes, yes, please, give it to me.”
“You’re being so polite, such a good girl, just like a princess, I raise you so well, gonna do the same to our children, your siblings.” He was breathless, her tiny cunt thighing her grip around his cock pushing him deeper, while she was moaning like a whore. “Are you not happy, my little girl? You’re still young to be considered a teen mom but not young enough to police come after issues? No one is able to separate us now. It’ll be just you, me and our baby.”
“Yes, yes uncle daddy, just me and you and our children, we’ll raise them so well.”
“And after you gave birth to this one I’ll put another one in your pretty and warm womb, I will make you feel filled and heavy with my child, it’s what you want right? Be my trophy wife, a hole to put my cock, to fuck and to sow my children.” He said thrusting harder on her, watching mesmerized his cock appearing in her belly with each thrust.
“Yes, yes, I’m yours to use, to put your babies inside of me, to raise your children, I’m yours daddy.” She moaned, arching her back.
“What a good girl, now come here, I want you to see something.” He said turning around, sitting and bringing her to his lap. “Look down.”
Rhaenyra looked where both intimacy touched each other, where he was buried deep inside of her, he moved her on his cock listening to her breath stop for some second while she was the bump in her belly. She put her forehead on his shoulder to keep watching his cock going in and out of her body.
She pressed her hand against the bump doing a heavenly pressure in his cock, he moaned. Rhaenyra grabbed his neck bringing his face close to hers, kissing his lips, pressing her chest against his.
“Do you wanna cum, sweet girl? Wanna cum in daddy’s cock?”
“Please, please.” Her eyes were glazed full of tears.
“So cum and I will fill you then.”
Her eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent moan, her back arched and her pussy pressed him inside of her.
“How beautiful this was, little girl. Do you wanna lie down?”
Just like a baby Rhaenyra nodded agreeing. Daemon turned her again pressing her back against the mattress, he moved her legs wide open and when he thrusted inside of her he was hitting deep and fast. He was groaning like an animal, moving so fast while whispering about his dreams, about their baby, how gorgeous she would be with his children.
“And now pretty girl, you can suck daddy’s cock anymore, no, not until you’re pregnant, you need my cum to fill you now, to give you a pretty baby.” He laughed breathlessly against her neck.
“But I love to suck your cock.” She cried.
“What do you love more? Carrying my children or being a spoiled brat addicted to suck my cock? Your cunt needs my cock more than your mouth.” He whispered to her, his voice was low and deep and his eyes had insanity.
“When I get pregnant will you let me suck your cock again?” Rhaenyra asked with eyes full of tears.
“Of course sweet girl, I love your pretty mouth around my cock.” He said while marking her neck.
“Will it be good for the baby?”
“Of course it will.”
Daemon felt the electric current go down his spine, he was close to cum and he needed to make sure she came again, around him, her uterus sucking his cum deep inside of her.
“Will you cum again, my pretty girl?” He asked, pressing her womb, feeling so close to cum seeing how big his hand was compared to her soft belly.
“Yes daddy.” Rhaenyra looked at him with glazed eyes.
“What a good daughter to me, and will your pretty womb suck my cum?” He pressed his thumb against her red clit.
“Yes, yes it will, daddy.” She whimpered, arching her back.
“So, cum.” He ordered thrusting one last time inside of her.
She came around him, her walls contracting and sucking him deeper. Every sucking movement taking more and more cum from his tip taking it deeper, her legs were around his waist bringing her close.
“Now, daddy can’t go out of you, will you be a good girl and keep me warm until I’m hard to fuck you again?”
“Yes, everything you want me to do I’ll do.” She mumbled.
Daemon laid in her chest, he felt her hands going to his neck, her hands brushing his hair and moving down his back. His eyes closed, feeling the peace under her touch. Her walls thighed the grip around him from some seconds before relaxing, he moaned against her listening to her angelical giggle. Holding her against his chest her tuned around bringing her to rest on his chest, like she used to do when she was a child, his hands went down her body going to her pretty ass, his hands grabbed before he slapped her, he felt her hips moving, his cock going a bit out of her warm embrace, she was exposing her was to be hit again. He grabbed his hips with strength enough to leave marks on her skin making her take all his cock inside of her again.
“I said to you to keep my cock inside of you.” He groaned, spanking her ass.
“I’m sorry, daddy.” She whispered against his chest.
Rhaenyra looked at him, her chin against her hands that were resting in his chest, an angelic expression looking at him with innocent eyes and a pout in those beautiful, desirable and kissable rose lips. Daemon could read her perfectly, she was part of his soul, his essence, he knew she was not sorry, she was teasing him and it was working.
“Do you think it’s right to tease your dad? Or you’re tired of pretending you’re a good girl? No you don’t wanna be daddy’s girl you wanna be daddy’s whore,right.”
“Fuck me, daddy, please.” She begged, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone.
“Do you wanna, daddy, bury his balls deep inside of you?” He whispered in her ears starting to move his cock a little inside of her.
“Yes, yes.”
“If you want this so much, take it, show me how good you’re riding, take your pleasure from me and I’ll decide if you deserve to be filled with daddy’s cum.”
On her knees she started to ride him like she’s used to riding Syrax. Her movements were strong, fast, taking him deep inside of her, Daemon questioned himself if their ancestors used to ride dragons like they raided each other, and if one of them looked gorgeous like his daughter was taking his cock.
Rhaenyra moved her hips searching for friction in her neglected clit, her tiny hands supported against his abdomen muscles, she moved her hips and Daemon watched with attention and interest when she moved in a certain way making his cock hit the soft spot inside of her. Her eyes grew wide, her mouth opened in a silent moan, her lower abdomen contracted, her nipples appeared and her skin was taken by shivers. He watched her moving her hands to her tits playing with the soft and heavy skin, Daemon needed to hold his moan and hold his desire to suck, bite and grab her pretty tits, only the thinking of how it would grew more turning more sensible and heavy with milk to their children make him close to cum.
Looking at her face, he knew that it was that moment, she was close. He turned, making her scream in fright before laughing breathlessly, bringing his face close to hers kissing his lips. He moved her legs until they were in a mating press, his sperm would take, she would end up the year pregnant with his child he would make sure of this.
“Was I a good whore, daddy? Did I deserve your cum?”
“Yes baby, you were perfect, now cum to daddy again huh.”
With his public bone rubbing her clit and his cock hitting her in her soft spot, she came screaming and crying full of pleasure, she looked like a goddess, one of the Valyrian fourteen flames, he wouldn’t dare calling her like Syrax, flame of the beauty and love, he wouldn’t risky having her taken by his arms. But he would dare compare her with Meleys goddess of lust, pleasure, fertility and maternity. With this thought he came filling her.
…
She was relaxed in his lap, almost sleeping, she was relaxed, mumbling soft things in his ears.
“Your cock is soooo good, daddy, it’s so big and warm, stretches me so well.” She sighed, hiding her face on his neck. “I love you soooo much, I’ll love our children too, we’ll have beautiful children don’t you agree?? I’ll give boys and girls to spoil, but you can only fuck me, it’s my birthright.”
Daemon laugh grabbing her chin and making her look deep inside of his eyes, her eyes were reddish and heavy.
“Baby don’t you get it? You’re the only daughter of mine I’ll fuck, I created you to be my wife so you can give me actual children, babies that I can raise and to inherit our legacy.” He stroked her face, devotion in his eyes.
“We need to have a lot. So they can keep our family legacy by marrying each other.” Rhaenyra touched their foreheads together.
“We're gonna have as many as you want.” He whispered to her.
“I like this. I like our future already.”
He took her head in his shoulder. She was close to sleep again. After many tries of sitting in his chair in his office on his way to do his work and being invaded by his horny daughter wearing tiny summer dresses declaring that “it’s time to do our children” Daemon tried to teach her how to cockwarmed him, she was a dragon and was a lot impatient. He locked the room, not wanting to be interrupted, and both shared a marijuana joint, being her first time she was hardly taken by the drug, she was finally calm enough to sit in his lap, his cock inside of her being warmed and his cum being kept deep inside of her.
He keeps doing his job, making phone calls, reading some documents and marking reunions. He kept doing it until the sky was dark and being filled with stars, the lights in his room turned on and his back started to hurt, while that Rhaenyra was being his good girl.
He knew she was awake, he could feel her hands playing with his hair, his sweet babygirl just waiting while he was finishing his job, being a good sleeve to his cock.
“How do you want this to be?? Soft or hard?”
Rhaenyra stretched her back doing a soft moan.
“Soft. Fuck me like you don’t want to wake me up.” She whispered.
He moved her with hands on her hips. He held her neck, making her lay her head on his shoulder, moving only her hips.
Hitting multiple times her soft spot she came when finally she grabbed her tits. He came after her, playing with her hair and buried deeper inside of her.
“Am I better than…” Rhaenyra stopped.
“Than who?”
Turning his head he looked at her, she was biting her lips, a worried look in her eyes.
“Than my mom.”
“Absolutely, your voice is prettier. I love to hear your moans. I used to force her to stay quiet because I couldn’t handle the sound of her moans, her pussy was not virgin, not tight enough for me, not like yours, her body was pretty but yours? You’re perfect, I can put you in my arms and make you disappear, your curls are perfect to my hands. Your face, people used to say that she still looks like an angel but you sweet girl, the first thing I said about you when I saw you was that you are the realm’s delight and I was right. You’re so gorgeous, you don’t look like an angel but you look like a goddess and being called pretty as an angel would be an offense to you because no angel is able to be as pretty as you. You, my sweet girl, is much better.”
“Am I even better than your whores?”
“The only whore I do have is you.”
“For now, but and before?”
“They’re in the past, they’re not coming back. I don't need them when I do have you waiting impatiently to take my cock, my cum and to raise my children inside of you.” He said, kissing her neck.
“Do you want to get married to me?”
“Since you’re a baby, my dream has always been to get married to a Valyrian woman.”
“Why not Laena?”
“Cause she doesn't have my blood running in her veins.”
Rhaenyra was a kid when Daemon took her to his lap and started her lessons about valyrian culture. Her parents were mad when they heard what he was teaching to her but after some words they calmed down and just accepted that there was nothing they could do to stop them. She remembered how deep and low his voice was when he looked at her and said “ Blood runs thicker than water. ” They were reading about the Velaryon family, and on that day he shared the secret with her. Rhanenys was not chosen not because of her being a woman but because she turned a Velaryon the blood from the next generation would not be so thicker.
“Will we marry like our ancestors? With fire and blood?”
“We will.” He kissed her forehead.
…
Something was wrong, Aemma could feel it in her bones. Nothing changed. Everything changed.
Except for their looks to each other, love, devotion, admiration, they looked at each other like that, but the lust that they always kept hidden under layers of their looks, was warmer, catching fire. It was like if they were alone they would jump into each other bones and fuck like animals. Aemma didn’t notice how she emptied the glass that was immediately completed again.
It was not right. Her daughter was sixteen, he was her father, even though she had no idea about it, he raised her, he was her father figure.
The workers brought the food. Aemma saw how Rhaenyra’s face turned in a light shade of green, while she standed up saying a soft excuse about going to the bathroom. Another glass of wine to Aemma.
“I will take Rhaenyra on a trip with me.” Daemon said while drinking wine.
“To where?” Aemma felt the cold inside of her belly.
“Essos.”
“Why?”
“Because she asked for this for her sixteen birthday gift.” Daemon kept cutting the crab in his plate.
“Why there?” Aemma stared at him.
“It’s close to Valyria. She wants to see what Valyria looks like now.”
“She can’t.”
“Why?”
“She has her studies and her homework to do.” Aemma took her glass of wine, drinking half of the glass.
“Funny, I just talked to her tutor and they agreed.”
“I’m her mother and I will not let this trip happen, except.” Alcohol made her free of her cages. She was bold and young again, making dumb decisions with a woman's body, much more attractive to men.
“Except what?”
“Spend a night with me. Like we used to do when we were young and bold, fucking under everybody’s nose.”
Both stared deep in the eyes, Aemma bit her lower lip remembering the feelings of the nights they shared. Daemon took a sip of his wine and then started to laugh, it was deep, cold and terrifying.
“It’s funny how you think you have some power in here Aemma, let me tell you. You has none.”
He stood up leaving the dining room.
Aemma stared at the glass of wine, she was deep in her anger. She heard the rumors, his whores looking like a young version of her with silver hair and blue eyes, some of them more skinny like she used to be before getting pregnant and some more curly like her actual body. He wanted her. He desired her yet, right?
Except.
The looks. The lust. Daemon’s whores were not a copycat of her, they were a copycat of Rhaenyra.
Aemma lost the count of how many glasses of wine she took, how many bottles she emptied. She stood up, a little dizzy, a blur in her eyes, she moved to the stairs going to the bedroom area. For some reason she walked till Daemon’s bedroom, she heard nothing, she felt the heavy feeling that grew in her heart disappear.
She was walking to her bedroom, she just wanted her bed and going to sleep knowing she would have a terrible hangover tomorrow. Passing through Rhaenyra’s room she heard something.
Curses, whispers, breaths full of lust, moans and the sound of skin hitting skin, the door was ajar. She just pushed a little seeing what was going on in her daughter's room.
Aemma was speechless, Rhaenyra was riding Daemon like she would ride Syrax in one of her races, his hands were around her guiding her moviments, his hips moving under her thrusting deeper inside of her, and her belly. A small bump appeared there. Aemma never noticed that Daemon looked at her over Rhaenyra’s shoulder, his mischievous smile growing wild.
She couldn’t handle this. She ran to her bedroom taking all her things in a bag and left the house, she needed some time to know what to do. But of one thing she was sure, if she desired to keep living she needed to keep her mouth closed.
Some weeks later, Aemma looked at her phone to be surprised by a huge amount of money in her bank account. Coming from Daemon.
She smiled thinking that even if she wasn’t his girl anymore he still worries, until the lawyer appeared at her door. A document in his hands, a permission to Rhaenyra to get married, she heard the lawyer speaking again with a static noise in her ears, she just signed it wanting to end the situation. The lawyer gave her a piece of paper, a card with Daemon’s handwriting, before going away.
‘ Keep this in secret and more will come.”
Well she could desire him, but she loved living surrounded by comfort much more.
…
“Why do you want me to finger myself, daddy?” She was acting like a child, wanting to know the reason for everything.
“Cause you look pretty with your fingers buried in your pussy.”
“But I look prettier with your cock buried inside of me, cunt or mouth.” She teased with a mischievous smile. “Don’t you like your balls hitting my chin, daddy?”
“I love this pretty girl, but I want you to touch yourself now.” He kissed her forehead.
She looked at him with a pout in her lips before sighing one hand starting to play with her clit while the other played with her nipples.
“You look so pretty doing this babygirl.”
“I don’t like this daddy.”
“Why don’t you?” He kissed her neck trying to bring comfort.
“It’s wrong, uncle, the texture is wrong, the size is wrong, it’s too short, it’s too soft and it’s not thick enough.” She cried while trusting her fingers inside of her wet cunt, filled with his cum.
“Do you want me to guide you?”
“It’ll make this better?”
“It'll be sweet girl.”
“So please guide me.”
He whispered the instructions on her ear while teasing the soft spots all over her body. She made exactly what he was saying, her moans sounding a little bit lower and quieter than usual. His ego was high knowing he was the only one able to bring that kind of pleasure to her, the one that would make her stare at the roof, stars in her eyes, uneven breathing and moaning escaping from her every time she moved, having the ghost feeling of his cock inside of her.
“Uncle, can you fuck my throat, please?” She begged.
He moved her to her knees, her mouth already open and ready for him. Copying the moves he made on their first time he pushed his tip inside of her mouth feeling her sucking and licking and just like their first time he had no control, he held her head staring to fuck her throat feeling her swallowing around him and moaning everytime their eyes met eachother. He was close to cum again.
“Lay down and show me your pretty pussy, you want me to fill you don’t you?” He asked, opening her legs and pulling her hips close to his, just like the mating press.
He thrusted inside of her, it was just him and her pussy holding him so tight, pulling him deeper inside of her, he held her tights with strength enough to leave bruises behind. With a last thrust he came inside of her groaning like an animal, her nails scratching his beck, grabbing his ass trying to bring him closer.
“I hate when you do this kind of travel.” She mumbled against his chest.
“I know a sweet girl.”
“Especially on our honeymoon, we were supposed to produce our heir in this period of time do you know?” She said scratching his chest with her nails.
He laughed taking her hand in his kissing the beautiful ring he put on her finger, before the scar in the palm of her hand and kissing the fine line on her lower lip.
“I’m sorry honey, but I’m sure with how hard we’re trying, you’re probably already carrying our son.”
“Don’t be so convinced, you’re an old man now, your swimmers need to work harder to get me pregnant.” She teased against his lips.
“Are you challenging me?”
“I would dare doing something like this.” She laughed before kissing him again, this time he put her in her arms and knees and took her like an animal, until she lost her voice and her legs were too weak to handle her weight. He kept fucking her, he wanted to make sure his heir was in her womb.
When they were over he took her to the bathroom making her pee and carried her to their bed, fitting his cock inside of her again.
…
“It’s a beautiful day to keep you locked in this room.” Rhaenyra said invading his office.
He looked at her and smiled seeing her wearing her riding clothes.
“So, what do you suggest?”
“Some horse riding time, Caraxes misses you and then a picnic close to the lakes.” She kissed his cheek, taking his hand in hers.
“Looks perfect.”
“Of course it’s, it’s my idea.” She smiled at him.
He touched their foreheads together, his hand resting in her womb where it was possible to see the bump there.
“How is our zaldrītsos going?”
“Moody.” He laughed stroking their baby.
“Just like their parents.”
“Just like us.”
He kissed her forehead going to channel his clothes.
“I have something for you.”
“It’s not a pearl necklace, again, right?” She laughed, hugging his waist, hiding her face in his chest.
“No, not a pearl. A Valyrian steel one.”
He saw the way her eyes shine with the words.
“I learned my lesson. Pearls bring the whore starving from cock that you’re.” He kissed her neck. “Now, be a good girl and turn around.”
She did, still locked in his arms, he put the Valyrian steel chain around her neck, marking her as his.
She turned back showing him how pretty she was with his mark around her neck.
“ Gevie !”
“Go change. I want to ride.”
“You can ride me.” He whispered, biting her lower lip.
“Maybe in the lakes.” She left the room.
…
She loved the air in her hair, the feeling of Syrax under her, nothing was similar to that feeling, except for riding with her dad and riding her dad.
“Ready for a race?” He teased her.
“Should I take it easy with you? You’re an old man and I should show some respect to you.”
“I’ll show the old man when I win this race.”
“Can’t wait for you to show me this… if you win.”
She started the race, both horses on high speed running through the property. They ran into the woods laughing, Rhaenyra looked over her shoulder searching for her husband, not finding him, she laughed thinking her husband was losing the race. She saw the Blackwater Bay, she dismounted from Syrax looking around waiting for Daemon to appear.
She looked around searching for him, not paying attention to the noises behind her, hands grabbed her waist bringing to a well known chest. Rhaenyra screamed, starting to laugh when he started doing tickles on her body.
“I won! Now I need to show you how good I am for an old man?” He whispered against her ear in a low voice covered with lust.
“And how will you show me this?” She teased rubbing her ass against his cock.
She heard his laugh before he pushed her against a tree, his hands doing a fast job undressing her, his lips were busy kissing her neck and her spine, he went down her body kissing all the skin, kissing her pretty ass and opening to tease her asshole with his tongue. Rhaenyra couldn’t hold the moan that sounded much more like a cry.
Daemon stood up undoing his belt and pushing it down his legs, he took his shirt off and with no preparation he pulled his cock inside of her again. Both moaned, with the amount of times they were used to fuck she was supposed to get used to the feeling of being stretched by his huge cock, but like the first time she was always surprised with how huge it was inside of her. With the baby in her womb her desires and lust grew in a way that she was not able to explain, she wanted him fucking her every day, every hour, every minute, it was not a wanting it was an urge, she needed his cock like she needed air to live.
Damon’s hand touched her womb, stroking the small baby on her belly.
“My pretty little wife, so good at me, giving me pretty children to spoil and love, to make them my heirs. They’ll be great love, we’re raising the next generation of king’s and queen’s.” He groaned to her, talking about their future children always made him feel feral, thrusting harder and deeper inside of her, making her cum two or three times before filling her.
Rhaenyra came around his cock screaming, her body shaking with the lust that grew inside of her.
“Daddy please let me suck you, I want you in my throat.” She asked, arching her beck and feeling his hot chest against her.
“Who said you can have my cock in your throat?” He said spanking her ass just to grab and massaging the skin later. “Just good girls can suck her daddy’s and you were a spoiled brat teasing me.”
He kept thrusting harder on her, he was close, she whimpered knowing she was close to cum too, she wanted his cum in her mouth filling her throat, but her walls trembled around his cock making him leave a cruel laugh escape from his mouth.
“You say you need my sperm in your mouth but look at this, our baby wants it in there, will you deny our baby.”
“No daddy, I would never do this to our baby.” She cried, tears escaping from her eyes.
“What a good mom.”
With this she came, screaming as loud as she could, her vision turning black for some seconds.
“Look at her, she’s back.” Daemon teased her, a smile full of love, while he laid her down on the picnic towel.
“I love you.” She whispered, stroking his face, her fingers tracing his cheeks and temple, taking the rebel strand on her fingers and playing with it.
His smile grew more kissing her lips with passion and leaving lovely kisses around her face before touching their foreheads together. His way of saying ‘I love you’. They eat what they brought from the house, naked, feeling the sun in their skin, tracing invisible designs in each other's bodies.
“Come with me on my next trip. I want to show you to everybody.” He whispered, kissing her stomach.
“How will you explain to them that your tutee, your protected princess, is pregnant?” She mocked eating a strawberry with chocolate.
“I will present you as my niece and my wife, the mother of my children, no one knows you grew under my care, just the people I wanted to know.”
“And our family? The ones who want to take everything from us?” Rhaenyra looked at him, fury in her eyes to the ones who would dare to tear them apart.
“Our family is the ones who carry the name Targaryen and only the name Targaryen like me and you, and my parents. And they, sweet girl, they lose. The moment you turned sixteen they lost everything. You were legal to consent and get married with the permission of your mother, I can’t be considered a rapist in their eyes now, they have no proof against us.” His eyes had a maniac shine while he shared everything.
“Wise man.” She laughed while kissing him.
Rhaenyra pulled him to cover her body with his, her legs open around his waist, her hands in his neck and shoulders playing with his hair, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance and touching her clit, she sighed in his lips.
“We won Rhaenyra.” He whispered when he kissed her collarbones.
“We won.” He whispered, playing with her sensible breasts.
“We won.” He whispered to their children in her womb.
“We made a family.” He whispered when they cum again. Breathless, red skin and devotion in his eyes.
“Our family, Daemon, me and yours.” She whispered back. “Ours to love.”
“Ours to protect.” He whispered back, kissing her. “Let’s go back inside, it’s getting cold in here.”
Back in Dragonstone a tempest started to happen, they took a bath together and layed down in front of the fireplace getting warm together, Daemon braided her hair, like he used to do when she was a child, drying her tears and calming her fears of thunder and lightning.
Next morning when they watched the news they saw how Velaryon’s business was falling apart, what a shame.
“We won, we’re happy and now they’re miserable, they learned what happens to them when they mess with the house of the dragon.” She whispered in his ear, the same maniac shining in her eyes.
“Did you plan this?” He asked, seeing her smile grow, full of pride. “My good and perfect girl.”
They won and nothing, no one would mess with them again.