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His mood is foul.
The lingering stench of old men and their weak pheromones curl and shrivel in his nasal passages; seaweed and algae, bitter aloe, and tar - and he has to breathe through his mouth by the end of the small council meeting. Tensions had run high as they always did when there with multiple Alpha’s in the room.
Oh, the maesters were beta’s; meek, head-bowing, simpering fools – but he, the King and Otto Fucking Hightower had once again clashed as they always did when seated around a table, arguing about the way he commanded his Gold Cloaks.
‘’Cunt…’’ he snarls as he stalks the corridors – the Gods Wood Garden his destination. At this time of day there would be no one there for a few hours and he sought the solace of his own thoughts for a while.
Rounding the corner his feet skitter to a halt as a new scent hits him and his mouth floods with saliva. A shudder cracks itself through his spine, the fine hairs on his arm standing to attention, a warmth pooling in his belly for which he had no name.
The scent of fresh rain after a fire, new shoots sprouting from the ground, the smell of lightning in the air and he closed his eyes as his nostrils flared – once, twice, and thrice before he moved a slightly shaking arm for support against the wall.
‘’Please don’t be a Hightower wench – Gods be good.’’ He growled, his sudden need to track the source of this alluring scent overwhelming him and he all but darted the short distance into the gardens.
He followed the scent through the manicured maze, twisting and winding, his eyes half lidded, his fingers aching for the touch of whatever it was that so filled his head with this glorious scent. The wind changes direction for a mere moment and the scent vanishes – he panics, bolts the rest of the way with his heart clamouring in his chest.
He is three-and-one years of age – half a lifetime has been lived without him ever experiencing this sheer desperation to be in the presence of another. He pauses beneath the archway, the Godswood Tree’s leaves shimmering in the midday heats sun, red and amber casting shadows upon the floor – setting them aflame.
Rheanyra stood there.
His world fell apart and crumbled instantly at the sight of her.
It has been four years since he last saw her; his whoring and adventuring in Lys having kept him satisfied and far away from court machinations.
And yet – his niece – Seven Hells – she smelled like everything he had ever wanted.
At six-and-ten she stood nonetheless with all the power of the world radiating off of her, shoulders straight, hands clasped behind her back, pale yellow sleeves billowing from her slender wrists as the wind continued to assault him with her pheromones.
Mine…
Mine….
‘’Fuck…’’ he snarled quietly as he continued to drink her in, inhaling deeply, a spark inside his body that tingled to the end of each extremity.
The pale silver locks of his Targaryen blood hung just above the small of her back, the peach-coloured gown she wore intrinsically embroidered with the dragons which represent their house – and he smirked when he spied her feet.
Bare of slippers, her small toes digging into the grass beneath her, a small smile on her face as she delighted in the small freedom.
He dared to wander his gaze to her face and were it not for his dry, aching throat – he would not have realised that his mouth was agape as he stared at the delicate features of her face.
A slender neck, met a dainty pointed chin as she stared at the tops of the trees, skin almost gleaming with how marble white she appeared - except for the rosy dusting of colour high on her cheeks. Furrowed brows were lowered over her closed eyes, her mouth in a sultry pout now which had him instantly hardening in his breeches the instant his eyes set upon them.
Fuck…. Why her? His niece, his sweet little niece…
Why did she smell so fucking delectable that he wanted nothing more in life than to make her bend those slender legs, fall to her knees, and suck his cock until he was dry, empty, and whimpering. He wanted to devour her, feast upon her, hear her wild screams of abandon, have his name be the only one she would ever dare utter from now until her last day.
‘’Uncle?’’ a soft cadence, a gentle lilt – still so young, still so innocent and the Alpha within him begged for her, craved her, desired her beyond all reason.
He wanted to claim her, right here under this fucking tree, beneath the midday sun in full view of the so-called Gods.
‘’Princess…’’ he rasps – his voice deep, travelling from his belly, the timber unexpectedly rattling with bass and his Alpha watches with glee as she responds to it, a high blush on her cheeks.
She was Omega – and inexplicably his… despite the family connection.
His brother be damned – he would mate her in the tradition of his house. He would wed her, bed her, protect her from all and perhaps one day he would finally find himself on the Iron Throne with his mate seated on his cock for all the realms to see.
He knew he was a cunt, a first class yet second born bastard.
He made no apologies for the fact. He took what he wanted, how and when he wanted – and it was only his begrudging love for his family which had stayed his hand from killing his brother in his sleep and claiming the crown for himself.
Viserys was a sickly king, always full of maladies that maesters spent many moons trying to cure.
No… one day he would sit upon the Iron Throne – and his niece would rule with him as she was heir apparent… but not yet.
‘’It has been too long, Uncle.’’ She laughs breathily and crosses towards him, bare feet whispering on the ground as she seemed to glide to a stop in front of him.
He opened his mouth, her scent intoxicating him, his need for her pounding and humming through his veins. ‘’It has, Little Dragon.’’ He slips easily into their native language and her eyebrow raises.
‘’Many years, Uncle… far too many. It has been dire here at court without all your scheming.’’ She teased and he finds himself chuckling.
His hand raises without his conscious permission, and he tucks a stray lock of her hair behind her ear. His sweet nieces blush intensifies, and she lowers her eyes to the ground.
‘’What brings you back, Uncle?’’ she queries and begins to circle him.
He finds that all the muscles in his body tense and flex, his Alpha eager to show off his toned frame from years of fighting. He straightens his spine, clasping his own hands behind his back as his neck follows her from shoulder to shoulder as she completes a lap around him.
‘’Your father bade me to return so that I may accept the mantel of City Watch Commander.’’ He intones gruffly and she nods her head.
‘’I had heard that was his intention.’’ She sniffs once, a small inhale and he wonders if his own scent appealed to her. She stops beside him, her head only reaching his shoulders and his body practically vibrates from her proximity.
‘’What are you doing here all by yourself, Princess? Where is your guard?’’ he rumbles, displeased that she was so unprotected – any Alpha with a half-cocked cock could make an attempt on her. He would kill them of course, and revel in the act, but she titters in laughter, unaware of his territorial concern.
‘’No doubt looking for me. I managed to escape him some time ago – I craved the solitude of my thoughts.’’ She returns her gaze to the shimmering leaves of the tree, and he follows her gaze, the winds fluttering casting an illusion that tree itself was aflame.
‘’It is not wise to linger alone for long, Princess. Any manner of creature could stumble upon you. We wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you.’’ he whispers as he looks down upon her, her button nose still raised to the air, bottom lip now between her teeth as she sucks at it in annoyance.
Gods be good he begged as the sight made his knees threaten to buckle.
‘’Uncle… are you happy in your marriage?’’ a small question floats up to him on the wind and his breath catches.
‘’Were it a matter of me having chosen my wife – then I suspect the answer I would give you would be more positive. Alas… no, I despise the women who was forced upon me.’’ he grits out, his Alpha roaring inside him in disapproval at the mere thought of that bitch in the Vale.
The bronze bitch was not his true mate and he had yet to claim her, even after ten years of marriage.
‘’I suspected as much.’’ She sighs and her hand, her tiny, nimble fingers - wind through his and he loses all sense.
His Alpha howls in delight as she touches him, his mind sparking with need, his chest clawing with words he dare not speak, and when her thumb rubs absentmindedly over his rough, calloused palm he shivers.
‘’W-why are your thoughts on marriage, Little Dragon?’’ he stutters, begging his Alpha to control himself, to mask the scent of his inescapable lust, the veritable need he has for this waif of a girl beside him.
‘’My… my first heat is soon to be upon me – and my father wishes to join me to Leanor Velaryon.’’
He snaps.
Eyes darkening to black from his usual pale lilac tones, a storm cloud of swirling denial and anger marring his regal features as he snarls angrily upon the wind and his niece drops her hand, taking a step back.
He fights the urge to take her once more, the threat of some pathetic Alpha such as Leanor claiming what was his driving him to the brink of madness. The glands upon his wrist and the back of his neck secrete his want, his lust, his territorial rage, and Rhaenyra pales. She steps back once more and it’s only when he spies the fear in her eyes does he calm himself.
‘’I apologise, my niece…’’ he croons and his scent once more changes from death and destruction to that which instantly soothes her, her shoulders sagging and her nostrils flaring as she sighs melodiously.
‘’No, Uncle, I must apologise – I should not have spoken to you of such things.’’ She blushes once more, the mention of her impending heat leaving him breathless, and her slightly mortified, at having uttered the words.
‘’It – it is a natural thing, Little Dragon…’’ he murmurs as he closes the distance between them, his towering frame above her, his hand now clasping her delicate arm.
He feels the shudder that ripples through her the instant his thumb rubs a circle into the pale flesh of her shoulder and her eyes snap to his.
Lust, desire, confusion, fear – her scent sharpens, her mouth opening with words he did not think he had the strength to resist should she utter them. He growls, leaning towards her, his nose brushing the lengthy line of her neck and she whimpers as his hot breath gusts over her mating gland.
His mouth waters, his every instinct clamouring for him to mate her, sink his cock, his teeth, deep inside her. He would rut her each day, all day, for every waking moment until she provided him with the pups he desired, the future kings of Westeros.
‘’Uncle… what is happening between us?’’ her heartbeat is so loud even he can hear it from this close and he pulls her flush against him. She squeaks as his arm winds around her slim waist, her breasts pushing against his chest as he bends to whisper into her ear.
‘’Madness. Sheer madness.’’ He rumbles softly, his every word, his every breath all changing to lure her, to appeal to her, to make her as submissive as he wanted her to be.
‘’Do you desire me, Omega?’’ he breathes and she keens in the back of her throat at his words, her scent increasing to a roaring torrent of lust and as it envelops him, it takes all of his restraint when he smells the first coating of her slick scent the air – to not fuck her into oblivion on the ground beneath them.
‘’I – I don’t know what I want.’’ She stutters and his body shakes with need. ‘’This … this is not how it is supposed to happen, Uncle.’’
He snarls, his hand latching onto the back of her neck, palm grazing her gland and more of her slick scent washes over him. He is panting, half-delirious with need and by the gods he was losing his mind.
‘’You would choose another over me, Omega?’’ he snarls, and she shakes in his hold, rapidly shaking her head no, small denials leaving her mouth and his Alpha calms her once more, satisfied that she desired no other.
No woman, no omega he had ever deflowered, or roughly fucked, had ever caused him to question his sanity. All they were – were warm cunts, a wet hole for his cock – but now – with his niece and her wobbling lower lip, the darkening of her own eyes in lust, her tiny hands travelling up his chest to wind their way into the fine hairs at the back of his own neck –
Her hand grazes his own gland, and he keens in a pathetic display of want - he roughly pushes her away – his need to claim her is not so strong as to outweigh the illogical fear he has of being claimed himself.
She is panting, chest rising and falling, hands fisted in her gown, and she takes a step towards him, her own scent changing to soothe him, calm her, allay his fears, and he groans as her hands find his face.
‘’I – I do not know why I am so drawn to you.’’ her thumbs stroke his cheeks, her index fingers scraping the soft hairs by his ears and his Alpha purrs in contentment at her touch. ‘’But – if what I have read is true – this… this means something does it not? That you are mine?’’
He has to kiss her, has to know the sweet taste of her lips, has to feel the warmth of her tongue winding with his own and he closes his eyes as he lowers himself to press a soft kiss to her lips.
It is chaste, unexpectedly so, sweeter than any wine, warmer than any fire, and his scent changes to that of sheer joy – but the clinking of armour reaches his keen ears, and he hastily withdraws from her.
The sudden reality of what would happen to him if he was found defiling the Kings daughter in broad daylight beneath the Godswood tree hanging heavily around his neck – which was surely the consequence if he continued with this madness.
‘’Princess?! My lady, are you here?’’ a gruff, withered voice reaches them and Rhaenyra pales as she spins on the spot, hands clasping behind her back as she once more schools her features.
‘’It will do you no good, little niece, to pretend that naught has happened…I could smell your sweet scent from several hundred yards away.’’ He growls as the armoured footsteps draw closer.
‘’Ser Lorrick is a beta. He… will not be so well versed with … with my scent in such a state.’’ She breathes and he laughs lightly.
‘’You reek of lust for me, Little Dragon.’’ He states confidently and both smells and feels the immediate crackle of her indignation. Lightning storms, burning sand – he curses as she blushes all the way to the roots of her hair.
‘’Do… do not provoke me further, Uncle. What has happened here… should not happen again. I have a duty ….’’ She attempts to speak in a firm and authoritative tone and yet her hand is still shaking with need for him.
‘’ Fuck your duty. I will not let some bastard Velaryon mate you, my niece. You deserve so much more than some blanket-twister that desires the company of men. He would bore you senseless.’’ He grunts as he continues to watch her, the predator within him loathe to leave his eyes off of her for a single second.
‘’Ah! Princess! There you are. Gods be good, I was worried sick. Your father would see me hung if anything had befallen you.’’ the guard jostles and clanks to a stop as Daemon takes a step in front of his niece, shielding her from the eyes of another male – not a threat in the slightest since he was Alpha whereas the guard was a mere Beta – but any male who came too close to her now was instantly worthy of his hate he decided.
His Alpha sneered as the guard smiled warmly upon the Realms Delight.
‘’As you can see, my niece is perfectly unharmed. She does not require protection when she is in my presence.’’ He switches back to common – the intimacy of his native language disappearing with the harsh words spoken in Kings Landing.
No, he would protect, provide, fall to his knees to please her sexually in any way she demanded…
‘’Ah, yes, of course My Prince.’’ The guard bowed his head and the tension crept up the man’s spine until he became a stuttering mess the longer Daemon stared at him.
‘’My Princess, we must depart – your lessons with your Septa are overdue and the Queen Alicent has taken note.’’
Daemon sniffs the air as his niece’s scent changes from that of embarrassment to one of instant ire, and confusedly, one of sadness and pure loneliness. He knows the feeling, knows the sharp and bitter bite of these emotions well, and his Alpha roars for him to rectify the matter. To keep her in a state of constant happiness, lust, writhing, laughter and joyous contentment.
‘’Very well. Uncle… I will see you at tonight’s feast.’’ She murmurs as she strides shakily past him with her small bare feet, but like the crack of a whip his arm shoots out and his hand encircles her wrist. He brings her dainty hand up to his mouth, a kiss of promise, a deep intention in his eyes as he catches her gaze.
‘’Our conversation is not yet over. I will find you later.’’ The widening of her eyes, the small nod of acceptance washes over him and he clears his throat as he stands, waving her away as one would a spoiled child and she tuts at him.
The smell of her disappears entirely as the wind changes direction and she disappears within the maze.
His mate.
Finally.
His.
Someone for him.
It was with equal parts dread and joy that he contemplated his future with his niece.
****
The peasant infested district of Flea Bottom within Kings Landing was one of his favourite places. He stalks the alleyways and secret corridors with years of experience and confidence. His peculiar moniker of Prince of the People and Lord Fleabottom reaching his ears in muted whispers as he passes tavern after tavern.
His cloak is blinding against the backdrop of shit and decay, dilapidated buildings and the sick who beg for alms on the street as he passes by.
It has been a full moon since he last saw her and his Alpha was a twisted, burning, rageful beast beating within his chest. His skin felt too tight, his fingers flexing and clenching as he avoided the touch of others, his companions at his back rising his hackles as their confused scents reached his nose.
‘’My Lord Commander, what is our destination?’’ his companion dares to ask and Daemon laughs darkly.
‘’I intend to wet my cock with every whore from here to blackwater bay, Ser Harrod.’’ He barks and the men behind him laugh.
‘’Your … appetite has been vast these past weeks, my Prince… and yet nothing seems to please you.’’ the man smirks and Daemon stops his stalking to turn and face him.
Ser Harrod was likewise an Alpha, stout yet bulky, a red-brown moustache framing his upper lip, a receding hairline apparent as he drifted his gaze up. He was… if not a friend, at least someone who Daemon was relatively sure would not stick a sword in his belly as he slept.
‘’No… nothing can compare to the sweet taste I had a moon ago.’’ He rumbles in irritation and scoffs at himself.
Nothing had slated his lust, no kiss, no mouth wrapped around his cock, no spilling of his seed onto the belly of a nameless woman had quenched the fires of desire within him.
He had taken to avoiding all small council meetings – the sight of his niece would alert everyone within the room of his need for her instantaneously.
He knew that she would be unable to control her natural instinct to be by his side, to slicken and wet her thighs as his own scent called for her, demanded her submission. He couldn’t risk his brother and that cunt Hightower accusing him of perverting their dear heir to the throne.
He had killed his fair share of rapists, murderers, and thieves of late – their blood thick and congealing on his armour and yet not even the bloodlust within him was quenched when all he could imagine - was how it would feel to lick the droplets of blood off of Rhaenyra’s neck when he sunk his teeth into her mating gland. How the taste would simmer and sweeten on his tongue the more he swallowed.
He yearned for it, for that moment of completion with his every breath – and yet he had to bide his time.
If – by some chance – and he would do all in his power to make said chance an opportunity – they would find themselves alone during the onset of her heat – he could claim her under the guise of their natures being too strong to overcome.
He was certain that after he would surely receive some beating, a scolding, the threat of death at the very least – but his brother would never take his head once he had mated Rhaenyra, as the death of her mate would surely kill her as well.
For all Viserys’ faults – his one redeeming quality was his love for his daughter.
Daemon intended to put this trait to clever use.
‘’I hear the Princess has declined to marry Leanor Velaryon; it’s causing quite the ruckus at court.’’ Ser Geralt stated absentmindedly and Daemon sucks in a breath of satisfaction.
Mine… she is mine… she knows this…
His Alpha preened, uncurling itself from its predatory pose of snarling attack and stretched languidly inside his chest.
‘’Yeah, that aint gonna help her if she goes to into heat – I’d give my left nut to have the chance to offer my services if I thought it would help. To go through a heat alone – gods be good.’’ Harrod whistled but his next breath was a choked wince as the prince wrapped his hand around the man’s throat, slamming him harshly against the wall.
‘’Have a care as to how you speak of my niece, Harrod. One more word of her heat and how you would like to offer your services and you shall find yourself without a cock and two missing hands.’’ Daemon snarled and the Alpha beneath his palm cowered instantly.
‘’Lord Commander, I’m sure he was jesting, he meant no harm.’’ Geralt stutters, placing a hand on his shoulder which the prince shrugged off aggressively.
‘’Do I make myself clear, Harrod?’’ Daemon demanded and his scent intensified to the point where all around him cautiously took a step back – the smell of danger, the threat of death thick in the air and cloying, choking them all.
‘’Ye-s.’’ the man wheezed beneath his tightening palm and Daemon released him, watching him fall to the floor gasping for breath.
‘’Very good.’’ The prince muttered in distaste as he stalked ahead, the pillow houses of Silk Street in view.
‘’Tonight, is on me, Gentlemen. Have your fill of whores but I expect you all at the barracks before sun rise.’’
‘’Yes Sir.’’ They intoned in unison and Daemon sighed as he turned his head towards the Red Keep behind him.
Another night without her and he may just lose his mind.
****
‘’What the fuck do you mean she ran away?’’ Daemon all but bellowed as he stood from the small council table, the chair shattering backwards in anger.
‘’Calm yourself, Daemon!’’ Viserys spat, the lines of his face betraying that he had had no sleep for many a night now.
‘’I will be calm when you tell me how it is that the heir to the Iron Throne managed to evade every bastard guard and Knight in this castle, and escape on Dragon back to gods only know where.’’ He grits out, teeth itching with irritation, hands fisting at his side as he tried to reign in is panic at the thought of her so vulnerable and exposed.
‘’I did not know that the prince carried such affection for our dear Princess.’’ Otto murmured sarcastically and Daemon narrowed his eyes.
‘’You will keep your words behind your teeth, Otto, or you shall find them missing from your mouth.’’ Daemon threatened, his scent sharpening to murderous outrage.
‘’Enough! This does no one any good. I fear it is my fault she has taken such drastic measures. The septa’s have alerted me that she was soon to flower and go into her first heat. When she vehemently declined the marriage proposal of Leanor – I lost my temper and struck her.’’ Viserys drinks deeply from the glass in his hand and Daemon briefly wishes the man to choke to death on it for daring to harm her.
‘’You struck her…’’ he says with no inflection yet the vein throbbing upon his temple pulsed with anger.
‘’She wouldn’t see sense! Kept muttering about how there was someone else out there for her, her true mate, someone who – you know what… never mind… foolish ramblings of a girl. I struck her and told her that if she wouldn’t marry Leanor willingly, I would arrange to have her sequestered in a tower during her heat and give her no option in the matter.’’
‘’You what?’’ Daemon slammed his fist on the table and the Maester of Coins dropped his wine in fright, the poor Beta shivering in his seat.
‘’SHE LEFT ME NO CHOICE! SHE MUST DO HER DUTY AS HEIR TO THE THRONE!’’ Viserys bellowed, startling all around him and even Daemon momentarily shrank back – having never seen Viserys lose control of his Alpha to such an extent that all cowered before him.
Gritting his teeth, Daemon lifted his chin in defiance and his brothers’ eyes narrowed.
‘’I will find her.’’ The prince states and stalks the room towards the door.
‘’You will do no such thing! Gods be good! She has been missing for two days Daemon, she could very well be in heat now. Are you strong enough to resist the call?! You could end up mated to your own niece!’’ Viserys screams in indignation, but Otto laughs quietly.
‘’I dare say he has no qualms about the matter, your Grace. We all know our Prince still yearns for the Iron Throne.’’
Daemon launches himself at the man – outraged, feral, Dark Sister shining menacingly as its withdrawn from its sheath and Otto is pushed to the ground, blade at his throat.
‘’I warned you about what would happen the next time you spoke.’’ He snarls and the blade draws a trickle of blood from the man’s throat. Otto lies perfectly still beneath him, his own Alpha aware that Daemons was one who had extraordinarily little patience or forethought of consequences.
‘’Daemon! ENOUGH!’’ His brother grabs his cloak and pulls him from the Hand of the King who is only slightly shaking on the floor.
‘’I forbid you from seeking out Rhaenyra… and hence forth you are barred from all meetings which take place here until you remember that you cannot simply wish to do as you fucking please, especially in front of your King!’’
His brother pushes him roughly towards the door. ‘’Get out, Daemon. Slink back to your brothels and your men of ill-repute. Stay there. I will send word once Leanor has found her.’’
Daemon snarls angrily, cloak whipping behind him as he slams the doors open against the stone walls and disappears down the dark corridor without a backwards glance.
****
He runs to the Dragonpit, the stench of them briefly making his eyes water as his feet carry him past the keepers who shovel dung and leftover carcasses into a pile. Caraxes is curled in a corner, long neck and beady yellow eyes keeping a close watch on his minders but as the prince approaches the beast clamours to his feet and spreads his large wings, eager for his master, his bonded rider to release him from his chains.
‘’There, there…’’ Daemon croons as he unlocks the chains, roughly discarding them to the floor with a clank as he climbs aboard his dragon and hastily ties himself into the saddle upon the beasts back. The provisions he had hastily swiped from the kitchens in a sack being tied to the saddle behind him in impatience.
‘’Find her. Find Syrax. Find my mate.’’ He snarls and the Dragon roars in understanding, somehow understanding the urgency of the matter, the desperation of his rider bleeding through their bond and paying no mind to who was in their way – the keepers diving to the side as Caraxes took to the air – Daemon withheld a scream of frustration as he cursed his little niece for her foolishness.
She could die in her heat. Without adequate protection, safety, shelter – fuck! Without even enough water, she could slip into madness from fever, the fire pervading her mind and causing her heart to stop beating from strain.
‘’Foolish girl. Idiot. Fucking idiot!’’ he screams as Caraxes swoops with haste in and out of the clouds. The long snout of his Dragon sniffing periodically as he changed direction once or twice, following his fellow dragon’s scent.
Blackwater Bay came into view a mere two hours after taking flight and Daemon scanned the beach for any sign of his niece. Once upon a time they had taken to racing back and forth from Kings Landing, a game between the two in her younger years which had caused him unending laughter.
Now – as he spied no sight of her dragon – something flickered at the back of his mind as he remembered…
The caves. The warm pools of water deep within and as Caraxes dived for the sandy beach and pebbled cliffs, he scarcely waited until his dragon was a few feet off the floor before he unbound his safety harness and jumped the ten feet to the floor, the rustle of his provisions clanging harshly against his back.
His pace was menacing, his anger with his niece flowing strong in his veins, his hands trembling with unspent rage and violence. He slipped into the cracks of the cliffs with practiced ease. The sound of dripping water could be heard as the rivulets ran down the rocks, a hushing sound of swirling water from the pools becoming louder as he approached their secret hideout.
The cave was saturated with her scent and his cock instantly hardened.
She was in heat – he had made it in time. He delicately sniffed the air as he surveyed the room. No sign or scent of other Alpha within and his rage began to die out as he searched for her, his panic and anxiety returning in full force.
A breathy, pained moan from the corner of the room alerted him to her presence and he sprinted the last few steps, falling roughly to his knees as he scooped her up, cradling her head on his shoulder, pressing his nose into the top of her hair.
‘’It … it had to be you. It was always you.’’ she moaned, whimpering into his chest in stuttering High Valyrian and he growled as her slick wept through her thin nightgown and dampened his breeches.
‘’Alpha… please…’’ she begged, and he closed his eyes, his mouth trailing across her cheek as she wound her arms round his neck. ‘’Please… Daemon… please…’’ she whimpered again, and he caught her mouth in a fiery, claiming kiss.
His teeth pulled sharply at her lips, his tongue winding in circles and patterns of satisfaction around her own, her breaths stolen and swallowed by him, and he was drowning in her, utterly content to do so.
‘’I’m here, my sweet niece, my princess….’’ He winds his fingers into her unkempt locks, a shiver running through him as she returns the gesture. She tugs sharply on his roots, and he snarls as his lust blinds him.
‘’Foolish girl…’’ he mutters as his tongue finds her neck, mouthing over her gland and she cries out in pleasure, his cock twitching at the sound and he cursed as he felt the familiar prickling of rut creeping up his spine.
She was sending him into rut. A deep, dark lust filled pit of which she would only see the end of once he had filled her with his seed to the point of bursting. He lays her down gently, his Alpha screaming for him to provide, to protect and she cries softly.
‘’I’m sorry, Alpha… I couldn’t… I couldn’t make you a nest – I’m sorry – ‘’ she groans, hands coming up to cover her eyes as thick tears fall from the corners.
‘’Hush, my sweet, Alpha doesn’t care about nests and comfortable things. All that matters is that you are here.’’ He purrs as he removes her hands and winds them around his neck once more.
He kisses her deeply, devouring her as his hand trails from her neck over her collarbones, marvelling at her breasts, groping, fondling, and plucking at her nipples through her cotton nightgown.
She squirms with need beneath him, her legs parting and he curses as the bulge in his breeches presses hotly against her core. She is soaked beyond belief, slick coating her undergarments, down her thighs and she quivers as he presses against her once more, a cry leaving her lips as he grinds himself on top of her.
‘’Rhaenyra… is this… Gods be good, I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to now… but is this what you want?’’ he moans as her lips latch onto his neck, her suckling sounds, her raking nails on his back making him care less and less about her decision.
‘’Yes, Alpha…’’ she moans, legs tightening around his waist.
‘’Seven Hells…’’ Daemon gently unwinds her limbs and sits back, shrugging off his doublet and ripping his shirt beneath in the process, buttons scattering to the four corners of the cave.
Her scent changes to one of alarm, of pure terror and abandonment as he stands and steps away to kick off his boots and breeches and he murmurs to her quietly of how he wants her, how he will claim her, how she is his…and her alarm quietens, soothed and placated.
On his knees, he leans forward and gently takes her wrists, pulling her arms up and quickly divesting her of her gown. He gasps, awed and in wonder at the smooth expanse of her skin, the tight lines of her stomach, the swell of each shuddering breast which heaves in her pleas for him to take her.
Her nipples call to him, and his mouth is on her instantly, sucking, lapping, and scraping of teeth, her head thrown back in pleasure as she chants his name like a demon possessed. Her scent is overpowering, he is drunk on it, bathed in it and his hand glides down her belly to her undergarment before ripping it off, the sodden tatters falling uselessly to the side.
He looks down in his drunken haze as her cunt glistens for him, wet and thick with slick, rosy red and calling for his cock. Two fingers gently begin to circle her clit and she all but jack-knifes off the floor in delirious pleasure. His mouth trails from her breasts, his marks upon her there thrilling him to no end and his tongue briefly circles her navel before he bites at her hip.
She flinches minutely as his teeth sink hard enough to bruise into the flesh of her thigh and when he is at last where he wants to be, he pulls her closer, her rounded cheeks dragging on the floor towards him, her cunt open and inviting.
He plunges straight in. No warning, no hesitation as his tongue laps at her slick, moving between her folds in a dance he had perfected long ago. She cries his name, the words echoing off the water, reverberating around the cave, as he brings her to her first ever completion.
‘’Come for me, Omega. Your Alpha demands it.’’ He purrs as he lifts his head to take a deep breath before suckling at her clit, a finger entering her roughly, and his cock leaked with the anticipation of filling her.
When she comes, he barely has the presence of mind to keep her thighs parted with his calloused hands as her legs squeeze tighter around his face. Were he to die here from lack of air he would consider it the greatest battle fought and won - and die gladly with his tongue buried in her quim.
With the first wave of her heat dying down enough to give her a rare moment of lucidity, she sits up shakily on her forearms and looks down upon him with wide eyes. He smirks, winking at her before giving her one last lick from hole to clit, a pop of sound as his mouth leaves her and she whimpers.
‘’Uncle…’’
He growls…
‘’No … Alpha… or Mate.’’ He insists as he lays small bites up her thighs, his cock bobbing in the cool air of the air between his legs.
‘’How – how did you find me?’’ she gasps as his nails rake down her belly, his mouth returning to her breasts, his hungry open-mouthed kisses driving her to distraction as she arches beneath his touch.
‘’You are mine. I will always find you, no matter where you run off to Little Dragon.’’ He purrs and bites sharply at her collarbone, his Alpha demanding that he mark her for all to see.
She winces at his bite, but he soothes the sting with his tongue, his long flowing locks tickling her chest as he continues to move his head in worship.
Rhaenyra cups his chin and brings his gaze up to meet him and he sinks into the dark depths of her purple eyes, a sight so familiar, a recognition sparking in his mind.
‘’It had to be you, Daemon. No other would do.’’ She murmurs and he moans as she pulls him to lie flush against her, his cock trapped on the warmth of her stomach. He balances on one arm as her legs part once more, his fingers probing her depths and he watches her face carefully for any signs of discomfort as he thrusts languidly with his fingers.
‘’I will make you mine, my Omega. I will kill all you dare to stop me. After today… after today there is nothing, anyone can do, to separate us.’’ He breathes as he mouths at her lips, his tongue meeting hers, their sharp inhales seemingly louder than the rushing of the water around them.
The scent of her thickens, another wave crippling her, and she squirms in pain beneath him, his member bouncing with the trembling of her body and he snarls as the sensitive skin of his cock drags across her core.
She is fire eternal. Heat unlike any he has ever experienced, and he shifts himself above her until the head of his cock is pressing against her folds. With wide eyes they continue to gaze intently at one another, his hand coming down to lift her thigh and wrap it around his hip.
‘’I – I cant hold on much longer, little dragon.’’ He moans as her slick coats him, her clit large and engorged as he continues to drag his length through her folds.
‘’Please Alpha… Daemon…’’ she murmurs as she bites into the skin of his throat, her instincts to be mated robbing her of her common sense and as he begins the painstakingly slow task of breaking her in, of stretching her to take his cock – he loses the ability to breath.
He bottoms out, feeling her walls quiver and clench around him, her virginity a thing of the past as he still holds his breath in wonder. All his senses are alight, sparking, shooting, and he is overwhelmed at the feel of her surrounding him.
She yells his name as his first thrust bounces her breasts, his grunts low in her ear, breath hot on her face as his pace increases.
‘’I – Gods be good, Rhaenyra…. You’re perfect. Made for me… can you feel that? How perfectly we fit together…’’ he pants, mind addled with lust, with the madness of it all as she clutches at his shoulder, her heels digging into the flesh of his backside, urging him deeper.
‘’Yes, oh… Alpha…’’ she keens once more as the slapping of their skin fills the room, shouts from both of them echoing, rising, and falling, as he continues to plunder her quim, the slick squelching sounds of their union increasing his arousal tenfold, spurring him on as he clutched now at her hip, holding her down, fucking her hard into the ground.
‘’You will have my pups, Omega. Beautiful babes borne from my seed. I will bed you and breed you and when we are done… fuck… when we are done, I will take you to wife.’’ He rumbles thickly as the beginnings of his release threatens him.
Just the thought of this writhing, beautiful creature beneath him blooming with his seed was enough to have his mouth opening on a curse, his balls pulling tight, his fingers bruising in their intensity as he spilled himself inside of her.
Thick spurts of his seed shooting deep inside her, his cock pulsing, swelling, growing and finally with a pained whimper leaving his own lips – he knots her. The first time he has ever allowed himself to do so inside a female and the feeling is indescribable.
Rhaenyra screams his name, both legs wrapped around his waist, his face is buried in her neck as his nose sought out the gland which was begging with intensity to be licked, bitten, and claimed.
He hesitates.
His mouth fills with saliva, with his scent, the compunction to bite her, to mix their essences roaring in his ears.
And yet he hesitates. If he was going to mate her – he would do it with her wits about it, with her own mouth upon his own gland, a simultaneous bite. A sharing of an eternal promise.
His tongue roughly swipes against her, just there, right there in the spot where she needs, and she comes around his cock. Wave after wave of his seed floods her, her walls milking him of every drop and he begins to black out, his vision hazy, his body floating in sheer ecstasy, and she has ruined him for all woman forever.
Never again would they find the Prince of the People in the streets of silk, bedding whores, emptily seeking pleasure – No, they had only to look for his sweet niece and he would be there at her side or thrusting between her thighs in bliss.
He loses track of time, his weight still shakily held aloft by his elbow but as it threatens to buckle beneath him, he grabs her rounded ass cheek and growls at the soft flesh in his palms, rolling them over, still connected by his knot so that she may lay on his chest.
She is taking all of him so well and when he tells her this – her scent spikes with happiness.
‘’My beautiful, beautiful niece.’’ He purrs, carting his fingers through her hair, her nose tucked beneath his chin as their hearts beat in tandem against one another. The smell of their sex, her slick, his seed is thick in the air, and it smells like home. Like them. A purer thing he has never smelled, and he grunts when another orgasm takes over him, his legs raising slightly as he pushes deeper inside of her, his back only slightly arching off the ground.
He feels the lethargic breaths of her against his neck, she slumbers softly, spent, and filled… for the moment. He continues to stroke her hair, slides his easily her back, waiting for his knot to loosen so that he may take her again.
‘’Sleep, Little Dragon.’’ He kisses the top of her head, and she sighs on top of him in her sleep, bringing a smile to his face that crinkles the corner of his eyes in joy.
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