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-You are a weak, stupid girl, Hightower. Did you really think you could ride a dragon?
Alicent stood paralyzed while Daemon murmured insults into her ear. She didn't even register his voice anymore, only his warm breath and the faint scent of smoke and male sweat.
-A little lamb who can't tame her own legs, let alone a beast.
She was aware of Daemon’s closeness, his body never touching hers, yet his presence somehow constricting around her, like a snake.
To pass the exam, Alicent had to approach a dragon. She didn't even have to tame it. But no matter how many insults and jeers Daemon volleyed at her, her legs wouldn't move once she saw Narrax.
The said dragon slept peacefully fifty feet away from them, unperturbed by their human affairs. Alicent was on the verge of a breakdown. Why did her father think she could do this?
The only reason she went to King's Landing university was to please Otto. Her father was an ambitious man and he knew how much influence Targaryens wielded, even in a society that treated dragons more as an oddity than a weapon. He wanted her to catch Viserys’s attention, hoping her marriage to the widower would give him more leverage in the political arena.
Alicent saw Daemon snap his fingers next to her face and she raised her gaze to meet his. His cold, lilac-blue eyes flickered in amusement, like he fed on her fear and anxiety. He was towering over her, his white hair reaching his shoulders.
Alicent thought he looked ridiculous with that hair, but she couldn't deny he was a handsome man. A cruel, handsome man. Tall, chiseled, just as much of a weapon as his dragon was. There were rumours he killed his wife, but thanks to Viserys' influence, he was acquitted.
-This is your last chance, Hightower. Approach the dragon.
Alicent nodded. Her moony face was pallid and she looked like she was going to throw up any time.
It was infuriating. She excelled in all other classes, why couldn't she do this? Every time she would fly with Daemon to this field, she would leave defeated, on the back of his dragon.
She walked towards Narrax, ignoring Daemon’s comments. She only had to walk. Nothing more. Twenty more feet and she would pass.
-Hurry up, Hightower. I don't have all morning, she heard Daemon complain behind her.
Alicent could hear his mocking words even when he wasn't around. When she would study or take a shower. Her fingers were perpetually bleeding, never really healing.
Maybe I placed too much faith in your abilities, Otto said to her, when he heard she struggled with the exam.
Narrax opened one eye, stirring in slumber. Alicent swallowed a scream. The dragon must've felt her panic and dread because he rose his monstrous, scaled head. She was sure he would incinerate her if she made another step.
She took a couple of wobbly steps back, then turned around and ran back to Daemon. She stumbled over a root of a tree and fell to her knees, wishing she would die, right there and then.
She was a weak, stupid girl. Her father's greatest disappointment.
Daemon watched her wordlessly. She saw his leather boots in her peripheral vision. She didn't lift her head. If she did, he would see her cry.
-Good job, Hightower. You didn't wet yourself this time.
-Don't pretend to care. You wanted me to fail, Alicent sniffled.
She felt tears collecting on the edges of her eyelids, threatening to spill.
-Why would I care? You're clearly not made for this.
Alicent’s eyes snapped up. The bastard was smiling. She glared at him while kneeling in the grass, crushing her own fingers inside her fists.
-If I had a better teacher, maybe I would have done it. You never did anything but mock me! And you were drunk half of the time! The only reason you're teaching is because Viserys…
-I've told Viserys before. Dragon riding is for Targaryens, not for spoiled brats whose parents have too much money on their hands.
Alicent began to laugh. He was calling her a brat? He, the man who had everything given to him on a silver platter because he was a Targaryen?
-I tried to teach you. You're not meant for this, Hightower. You know it.
-I know it. I…
She couldn't hold tears in anymore. Daemon waited for her to collect herself.
-Alicent.
Alicent hiccuped. Daemon held her by her chin until she met his amethyst gaze.
-I didn't want to fail you. But even I can't turn lambs into gods.
He grazed her lower lip with his finger and Alicent gasped. Her large, hazel eyes were teary and bewildered. He never touched her like this before.
He smudged her tears over her cheek with his thumb and Alicent passively let him, closing her eyes and enjoying his touch.
Sweet little lamb.
Otto’s daughter was a pretty thing. She was his student, but Daemon didn't care. He slept with his students before. And fucking Otto’s daughter would put an end to whatever schemes Otto had for her, of which Daemon was aware.
-That leech won't stop until he sees you married to Viserys. That I won't allow, he spoke, parting her lips and letting her taste his thumb.
Alicent shook her head and he nodded impatiently, like he was explaining things to a child.
-You don't want my brother, true, but you'd love his money. You would love to be a Targaryen. Wouldn't you, Alicent?
His face crept towards hers. Despite the scrutiny lingering in his eyes, Alicent knew what this was leading to. She was going to kiss a man who only wanted to make a fool out of her father.
Yet, she didn't care.
Daemon was so close to her and Alicent closed her eyes, expecting a kiss. Her blood thudded in her ears.
-I can give you what you want, Alicent.
His voice was but a hoarse whisper. Alicent clenched her thighs, feeling a gush of her arousal soaking her panties. His voice did that to her sometimes.
-Set you free.
She meekly raised her gaze to meet his. His lilac-blue eyes were aflame. Setting her free? She didn't understand where he was going with this.
-I… What?
He didn't answer, instead burying his head into her neck, kissing the tense muscle between her neck and shoulder. Alicent gasped when he held the skin between his teeth and began to lavish it with his tongue. They were both kneeling, Daemon holding her as she melted in his arms. Maiden, forgive me. I am really doing this.
His hand snaked inside her jeans, long fingers making their way through her folds. Alicent couldn't believe this wasn't a dream. Daemon Targaryen was fingering her. She held onto his shoulders, exhaling little sighs and moans as he curled and pumped his finger inside her.
Daemon didn't plan to take her this way, but when did he plan anything? Restraint was for the weak, not dragons like him. Alicent moaned girlishly and quietly, like she was praying to her gods. He smiled, wondering if she would let him fuck her on an altar.
-That's enough, Alicent.
He released her from his arms and stood up. Alicent’s eyes were still tearful and confused, but most of all, disappointed.
-Did I do something wrong?
Daemon chuckled lightly, unzipping his pants.
-No, but you can do better. Let's see what that pretty mouth can do.
He freed his semi-hard length from his boxers. Alicent’s hazel eyes were glittering with desperation and yearning. He liked her eyes. They were even prettier when she cried.
-Open wide, little lamb.
He nudged her lips with his pale pink tip, and she parted them obediently. He pushed his cock between her pearly white teeth until he hit her throat.
Alicent was at a loss. She didn't know what to do since she had never sucked a cock before. She had never seen one in real life. His was pale, long, of solid thickness, but nothing extraordinary. Rhae told her to mind her teeth if she ever sucked a dick, and Alicent did so. She held the base of it, surrounded by white curls.
Daemon tugged at her auburn locks as he fucked her warm mouth. There was no sound but birds distantly chirping and clicks of Alicent’s saliva. Alicent still couldn't believe it. She was sucking Daemon Targaryen's cock. The clean, mild taste of his skin in her mouth was too lewd, yet so right. She didn't mind that she struggled to reach his length even while up on her knees.
-At least there's one thing you’re good at, Hightower.
Daemon's tone was laced with sarcasm and a tinge of tenderness as he held her face. He surpressed a chuckle when Alicent glared at him, with his cock still in her mouth. Alicent wanted to tell him she was good at many things, unlike him who's only good at riding a dragon and fucking everything that walks.
Daemon meant to steer her away from Viserys. But he enjoyed this more than he thought he would. Her hazel eyes were glassy and wide, pleading for him to stop or continue. He didn't care.
Alicent choked and gagged on his cock, but still careful enough not to scrape him with her teeth. It was a waste of her potential not to use her like this, he thought. There was a fire in that girl, not a fire of a dragon, but a fire nonetheless.
He yanked her by her hair, pushing her into the grass. Flipping her on her stomach and mounting her, he began to pull down her jeans, exposing her firm, perky ass. He studied her lower lips, glistening amidst her auburn curls.
-Enjoying yourself, Hightower?
He slapped her ass and Alicent remembered she could make sounds with her mouth, not just suck off her professor.
-Y-yes.
Another slap.
-My Prince.
-My Prince.
It was merely a title, but he liked being reminded of it.
Daemon lifted her to her knees and pushed her head deeper into the grass. Alicent felt cold air hit her folds, reminding her she was naked, that her thighs and ass were spread for his view.
She felt his tip circling her hole, spreading her arousal. She shuddered.
Alicent had boyfriends before and she thought about having sex, she just never went through with it. She imagined her first time would be different. There would be candles involved. A lube, maybe. A condom - definitely. Instead, Daemon was going to take her raw, in the wet, cold grass, with her ass in the air.
-I'd tell you to relax, but I know you're incapable of that.
Before she could say anything, he forced himself inside her in one thrust. Alicent shrieked into her fist. Every inch of her walls burned from his scorching cock and tearings he made. She felt dizzy, like she was going to pass out.
Daemon stilled behind her, allowing her a moment to catch her breath.
-You're tight, she heard him mutter.
He began to move. He would hold her by her hair if she slumped or wriggled, forcing her to take all of his cock. She thought she would burst from his relentless intrusions, until his hand glided underneath her shirt and bra, grabbing her tit and scratching the gentle flesh with his nails. It felt like he was everywhere around her, on her, inside her, in her mind. His balls slapped her clit and he'd occasionally grab her jaw, pushing his thumb inside and holding it there while he fucked her.
Alicent loved it. His warm, bruising touch, his cock giving her the fullness she had never felt. It was almost like love, that she also had never felt, no matter how good her grades were and how good of a daughter she was. He angled himself to sit on her ass and fuck her with slow, round thrusts, driving her mad. She couldn't control her moans anymore and she would meet his movements halfway with her ass.
-Do you like this, Hightower?
-I do.
-You should. Every man you fuck from now on, you'll compare to me.
Her muscles tightened around him and she moaned. Daemon realized what she wanted. To lose control. To have someone care for her as she did. Or pretend to care. He could give that to her.
His thrusts grew more impatient and sloppy. Alicent didn't know if she could bear this ecstasy pooling in her cunt. The thought that it was his skin, not latex inside her, that he might come inside her…
-Finish inside me…Please...
Daemon chuckled. So, that's what got her off. He didn't mind.
-I will. A good girl like you should be rewarded.
Her clenching, greedy walls told him just how much she enjoyed the praise. He squeezed her cheeks to watch her cunt sucking in his cock. Some blood on it suggested she was a virgin and he wasn't exactly surprised. If only Otto would know he popped his little girl’s cherry. Maybe he would tell him, to rub it in his face.
-Come for me, my lamb. My good girl.
-Dae-mm...
Alicent screamed, unraveling. Daemon released his seed with a grunt, his cum sealing them together. He held her for a moment, until every drop was deep inside her cunt.
He didn't give a shit whether she ends up pregnant. Even if she does, Otto would make sure she gets an abortion. He could badmouth him to Viserys all he wants, but it won't change the fact that he defiled his innocent, dutiful daughter.
Alicent dropped to the ground like a broken doll. She was lying with her jeans down to her knees, her cunt leaking cum and blood. Her nipples showed under the shirt he pulled up while he fucked her. Daemon smiled, tucking his cock into his trousers. He took another look, memorizing how utterly fucked Otto’s daughter was.
-Can you walk, Hightower?
She resisted an urge to roll her eyes. He was good, but she still knew how to walk, thank you very much. Did she? She stood up, her legs like those of a newborn foal. Daemon held her by the waist. His lilac gaze was annoyingly smug. Alicent felt her cheeks blush.
-Yeah, um…We should head back.
-We should. I'll inform Beesbury that you passed the exam.
-What?
Alicent frowned and Daemon almost smiled, seeing her confusion.
-You rode a dragon, didn't you?
Metaphorically speaking.
-No, I didn't do it for…
-I know.
He said nothing more and began to walk towards the clearing where Caraxes waited. Alicent pulled her jeans up and clumsily trotted behind him, still feeling the shape of him deep inside her.