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Daemon didn’t know what to expect when Corlys put a crown on his head and pronounced him the King of the Stepstones and the Narrow Sea. When the men crowding the windswept hills of the Stepstones cheered his name, he did not think of the future and what it holds. The only thought that flew through his head as he was carried off to celebration was that Viserys and his council would surely get angry when they heard of it.
Not that he cared much about what his brother and his advisors thought. Viserys made his choice clear when he decided to change the succession, named the Hightower whelp as the heir to the Iron Throne and allowed Rhaenyra to leave King’s Landing.
Mayhap, it was his lack of thinking about the future that led him to the place he’s currently at: a dim and smoke-veiled room in Volantis that vibrates with a sultry melody of flutes and drums. He leans against the bar and looks around, sweeping his eyes over the tavern that once belonged to his Aunt Saera but now is owned by Aegor, one of Saera’s many bastard children.
Saera was a queen of brothels, and even though the tavern is not officially one, Daemon is sure the dancers and girls pouring wine and carrying trays with oysters and strawberries are also prepared to service the guests in another manner.
One of the dancers on the stage catches Daemon’s eye and winks at him, a tiny smirk materialising on her lips as her hands slide over her body seductively. Daemon chuckles and cocks his brow, daring the dancer to go a little further and is rewarded with a glimpse of her tits when she lowers the strap of her flimsy dress.
He wonders what his niece and cousin think of this place. When they first arrived, the tavern was filled with laughter and mirth. It was clean and luxurious, with settees cushioned with velvet and polished tables set with rich-people food, crystal cups of sparkling wine and pear brandy. Men and women of noble birth played games and drank, discussed politics and flirted innocently, the sunlight streaming through the latticed windows making them too shy to do something more. Yet when the sun hid behind the horizon, the curtains on the windows had been drawn, and candles and incense had been lit, filling the tavern with smoke and the heady scent of exotic spice. The dancers rushed to the stage – men and women dressed in scraps of silk that left little to the imagination, and the band changed the tune from soft melodies to something volatile and full of tension.
Even Daemon, who’s not a stranger to these sorts of places, cannot escape the influence of the atmosphere saturating the room. Lust is like an itch one needs to scratch, a temptation that clouds the vision and lingers in all thoughts. He taps his fingers against the bar, still waiting for the pomegranate wine Rhaenyra and Laena decided to drink tonight, and sweeps his eyes over the room in search of someone who can slake his hunger.
His gaze falls on the dancer again, but when she lost his attention, she found another prey and now sits on the lap of some merchant or nobleman and lets him feed her slices of pineapple.
Disgruntled at his lost chance, he catches the arm of one of the serving girls. “How much longer do I have to wait?” It’s his name day, and while Rhaenyra and Laena made the day eventful and fun when they dragged him into the city, Daemon is ready for a different type of celebration. To do that, he needs to either take his niece and cousin back to the mansion they stay in and venture to the city again alone or keep them busy with drinks while he finds someone to fuck in the dark corner of the tavern.
The girl meets his eyes and trembles at whatever she sees in them. She’s probably the youngest of Aegor’s employees, a girl still too innocent to work in this tavern after dark.
“She’s not for taking,” one of the men working at the bar says, confirming Daemon’s suspicions. The man crosses the length of the bar and glares at Daemon.
“Then you should probably keep her at the back,” Daemon says. He releases the girl’s arm and turns around to face the barkeeper. “I want a flagon of pomegranate wine and quick. I already wasted too much time here.”
When he left Rhaenyra and Laena at the table, the tavern was still a pleasant, respectful place, where at most, they could receive a few smiles and appraising looks. With lust and drink saturating the air, the girls might not be safe for much longer.
The barman gives him the jug, and Daemon leaves a few honors on the bar before walking away.
He heads for their table that is tucked in the corner on the other side of the tavern. Clutching between dancing couples, Daemon feels his patience growing short. The heat, the loud music thumping in rhythm with his heart, the bodies rubbing against him as he walks through the crowd - it all wraps around him like a woman’s hands, caressing his skin and stirring his blood into an inferno.
His eyes find another dancer who seems willing to offer him some relief, and Daemon hastens his steps. He will bring Laena and Rhaenyra their wine, and they won’t notice if he leaves them for a little while. With his body wound so tight, he won’t be a good company or a proper guardian to the girls anyway.
Yet when he finally reaches the dim alcove where their table is half-hidden from view, the sight that greets him makes his heart stutter to a stop before it starts into a gallop.
Rhaenyra and Laena were not unaffected by the change of the atmosphere in the tavern. Yet, while Daemon expected to see them blushing and looking around with wide eyes, the girls decided on a different approach.
They are wrapped around each other so tightly there’s no inch of space between them, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Rhaenyra’s hands are lost in the mass of Laena’s silver curls, while Laena’s are busy fondling Rhaenyra’s breasts.
Daemon blinks, certain his eyes are playing tricks on him or that the smoke and wine infiltrated his brain, bringing forth the fantasies he kept locked in his head.
The scene before his eyes doesn’t change. It evolves as the girls, unaware of his presence, lose themselves to their passions. They seem not to care that they are in a public place where anyone can see them or that their behaviour might draw frowns or even gossip that could reach King’s Landing faster than anyone expects.
Daemon puts the jug of wine on another table, unsure what to do. His cock screams at him to join them or at least to use their heated moment for his own pleasure, and his hands tremble with eagerness to do that. A tiny part of him – a distant echo barely audible through the whoosh of his blood – urges him to take them home, away from curious eyes.
He does neither. Instead, he leans against the wall and lets his eyes feast.
It’s Laena who’s the first to notice him. A sparkle appears in her eyes, but she doesn’t put an end to their fun. She leans down and whispers into Rhaenyra’s ear before latching her lips onto Rhaenyra’s neck. Her hand travels under the silk of Rhaenyra’s dress, fingers caressing Rhaenyra’s tit without the barrier.
Daemon balls his hands into fists, a sudden wave of jealousy crashing over him and threatening to drown him. Rhaenyra throws her head back, and her lips part as a loud moan slips from her throat before she, too, opens her eyes and looks at Daemon.
She blushes; suddenly, she’s a perfect image of a shy maiden caught doing something improper.
The gods must have been joking when they put a face as innocent-looking as Rhaenyra’s onto a body of a temptress. They must have known what it would do to men to see Rhaenyra’s pretty violet eyes and the hint of rosy blush on her cheeks, combined with her large tits, tiny waist and wide hips.
Daemon swallows the fantasies that have been crowding his dreams for the past few moons but does not avert his gaze. Neither Laena nor Rhaenyra seems bothered by his presence or the way his eyes devour them, the dark promise and a warning carved on his face.
He licks his lips, and the girls giggle. They look at each other, communicating with their eyes. Daemon doesn’t know how to read words and thoughts from their faces. Maybe he has not been with them long enough to learn the skill, or perhaps the ability to speak with gazes and smiles is something only they can possess.
When they reach an agreement in whatever matter they are discussing, they rise from the settee and move toward him.
Laena, tall and willowy, walks with grace and lightness. Rhaenyra, short and blessed with delicious curves, is a temptation in a human form. They are the blood of the dragon, princesses of Old Valyria with silver locks and purple eyes, with fire and hunger flowing in their veins and desire and greed painted on their perfect faces.
They saunter to him, their hips swaying and seductive smiles curling the corners of their lips.
“We just realised that we do not have a gift for you, my prince,” Laena whispers. “And it’s your name day.” Her breath tickles his neck as she leans closer, her hand wandering over his chest until her fingers find the strings of his shirt, and she starts playing with them. She trails her lips to his ear, tongue darting to tease his earlobe before she clasps it with her teeth. Daemon groans.
“We were wondering if you’d accept us as your gift,” Laena offers. She rubs herself against his side, her nails scratching the sliver of skin peeking from his shirt. “Would you like that, my prince?”
Before Daemon can form a reply, a hand is placed on his cock, delicate fingers squeezing his length and drawing another moan from his lips.
“I think he likes that very much,” Rhaenyra says.
When he looks at his niece, she stares at him fervently. Her pupils are blown up with lust, and her lips are ruby-red, coloured by the wine she drank earlier and swollen from Laena’s kisses. She looks like a sin.
“Do you want that, uncle?” she asks, driving him mad with her gaze, her hands on his body and the sultry note in her voice. “Would you like to spend the night with your niece and cousin?”
She wraps her other hand around his neck and pulls him down until their noses touch. “We’ll be good to you, I promise. You can be Aegon, and we will be your Rhaenys and Visenya,” she whispers against his lips before she kisses him.
Daemon would lie if he said he had never imagined a situation like this. He spent the past moon with his niece and cousin, roaming the streets of Volantis. They explored markets and taverns, drank and danced in the squares to the sound of music played by street musicians, and spent most of their time together. Rhaenyra and Laena are beautiful women, ripe and ready for taking, and more than once, Daemon found his pleasure to the image of the girls naked and writhing on his bed. A man whose cock is not stirred by their beauty and charm cannot call himself a man.
Now with Rhaenyra’s lips moving passionately over his and her hand on his cock, and Laena’s tongue tracing shapes on his neck, Daemon thinks he might be dreaming again.
Perhaps, if he were a better man, he would refuse. Rhaenyra and Laena drank a lot. Though they are not swaying on their feet or slurring, they consumed enough wine to dim their wits and loosen their inhibitions. But Daemon is not a good man. In fact, all his life he’s been told that he’s wicked and depraved and that nothing is sacred for him.
He certainly is not going to deny himself taking his niece and cousin to his bed.
Rhaenyra’s tongue plunges into his mouth, filling him with the taste of pomegranates and sugar. He wraps his arm around her waist, his fingers digging into the curve of her round arse as the world spins around him. Her scent makes him dizzy with lust; her kisses are like fire, hot and volatile and consuming.
“My turn,” Laena says, pulling his face towards hers. Her lips are smaller and gentler than Rhaenyra’s, but move expertly over Daemon’s, teasing and playful like water leaping over rocks and pebbles.
“Let’s go,” Daemon rasps out when they break apart to take a breath. He wraps his arms around the girls’ waists and leads them out of the tavern, the eagerness to act out the fantasies that have been plaguing his nights hastening his steps.
They find a palanquin that will carry them to their mansion for a few honors, and just as the door closes behind them, Rhaenyra and Laena are on him. Their hands wander over his body, tugging at the strings of his shirt and pulling the silk down his arms before their lips latch onto his chest.
He sits on the cushioned bench, paralysed by the sensations coursing through his body. His nerves tingle and thrum, pleasure driving him to the brink of madness, and he knows he won’t last long.
Blindly, he unties his breeches and pulls his cock out, a relieved sigh escaping his lips as he frees himself. He looks between Rhaenyra and Laena and arches a brow. “I remember you saying you would be good to me.”
The girls giggle before Laena wraps her hand around him. She strokes him with more experience than a maiden of noble birth should have, expertly dragging her hand along his length and making him grunt with each squeeze and caress.
Rhaenyra shifts to her knees and pulls him into another kiss, her teeth nipping at his lips. Daemon gets lost in the moment, in the softness of Rhaenyra’s lips and the pleasure Laena gives him with each stroke.
When Rhaenyra pulls away, he leans his head back and fights with himself to not close his eyes. The sights are too precious to miss them. Rhaenyra and Laena lean over him and begin kissing, their tongues engaged in a lewd dance. It’s almost too much for him to handle, too many emotions and impulses, but when Rhaenyra’s little hand starts to massage his balls, Daemon gives in and allows the pleasure to burst low in his belly.
He grunts, his hips rising desperately to meet Laena’s hand as he coats her fingers with his come. When the last drop spills from his cock, Daemon falls onto the cushion and breathes loudly while his heart threatens to burst out of his chest.
He looks at the girls with half-lidded eyes, and once again, they shock him into a stuttering mess. Laena puts her finger, glistening with his come, into Rhaenyra’s mouth, and Daemon’s little niece sucks at it eagerly, humming in delight at the taste.
She releases Laena’s hand with a pop and turns her lust-filled gaze to Daemon. “You taste so good, uncle.” Laena licks her other finger and moans in agreement.
His cock twitches. “Maybe next time you can have more than a lick,” Daemon rasps, his depraved brain flashing images of Rhaenyra’s mouth stuffed with his cock.
“Did you like it, my prince?” Laena asks. She leans for a kiss, and Daemon meets her lips eagerly, showing his gratitude for her work with his tongue and teeth, and his hand that strokes the curve of her arse.
Without breaking the kiss, he holds his arm open, inviting Rhaenyra to join, but his niece has a different idea.
“Don’t you think Laena deserves a reward, uncle?” she asks. She watches them kiss hungrily, her cheeks growing more flushed and her eyes more fervent.
Daemon pulls away from Laena and smirks at his niece. “And how would you reward her, princess?” he peeks at the latticed window of the palanquin. They still have some time before they reach their mansion, and he’s eager to see what his little niece will do. “Do you have anything in mind?”
With her bottom lip clasped between her teeth, Rhaenyra turns her burning gaze on Laena and the girl moans at the lust swirling in Rhaenyra’s eyes. Mayhap, Daemon was a naïve fool to believe in their innocence, for without a need for words, the girls move as if they had done this a hundred times before.
Laena twists around, her back leaning against Daemon’s chest as Rhaenyra moves to kiss her. And once again, Daemon is transfixed, unable to do anything but watch as their mouths move against each other, their soft hums and sighs filling the small space of the palanquin.
They do not stop at a single kiss. Rhaenyra trails her lips down Laena’s neck, her pink tongue licking the sweat glistening on Laena’s skin before moving lower still. She lingers a little on Laena’s breasts, nipping with her teeth at the small peaks through the thin fabric of the dress before pushing the straps of Laena’s gown down her shoulders and exposing her cousin’s tits for a feast.
Daemon decides to join the fun. He presses his hand against Laena’s cheek and moves her face towards his before meeting her lips. It’s a sloppy kiss, broken by Laena’s whimpers and sighs. When Daemon pulls away, he finds Rhaenyra watching them with her bottom lip locked between her teeth and a dark glint in her eyes. There’s a promise in her gaze, and Daemon can’t wait for it to be fulfilled.
Then, Rhaenyra sinks to her knees and pushes up the skirt of Laena’s dress, revealing shapely calves and smooth thighs. After parting Laena’s legs open, Rhaenyra begins to trail kisses on her inner thighs, wringing more moans from Laena’s lips.
Even from his place, Daemon can smell the arousal seeping from Laena’s cunt. His mouth waters.
“Gods, Princess!” Laena cries when Rhaenyra kisses the damp folds. “Please.”
Daemon captures Laena’s lips in a bruising kiss again, swallowing her cries as Rhaenyra follows Laena’s unspoken command. Her tongue darts to lick the arousal coating Laena’s cunt before she presses the tip against the sweet spot that makes Laena gasp.
Laena threads her fingers into Daemon’s short hair and pulls him closer, but her other hand travels to Rhaenyra’s head to guide the Princess as she licks her cunt. Her body trembles, overwhelmed with the pleasure she experiences. Between Laena’s legs, Rhaenyra hums and moans, her dark eyes fogged with pleasure. Daemon watches them both, his cock once again hard and throbbing.
“Slide your finger inside her,” he tells Rhaenyra in a sharp voice before leaning to kiss Laena’s neck. His hand gropes her small breast roughly. “Do you want more?” he murmurs into Laena’s ear, and when the girl nods her head, Daemon orders Rhaenyra to add another digit.
They definitely did this before, Daemon decides. Rhaenyra does not hesitate or move clumsily as she pleasures her cousin with her mouth and fingers; she is more of an expert, skilfully guiding Laena towards release with the confidence of a person who knows what she’s doing.
It’s Rhaenyra’s name Laena cries out when she comes, her back arching from Daemon’s chest and her thighs caging Rhaenyra’s head between her legs as she soars in the clouds of bliss. She remains frozen for a few heartbeats, mouth open and eyes pinched tight before falling on Daemon’s chest again, limp and spent.
Rhaenyra sits on her knees, grinning arrogantly. She meets Daemon’s gaze and licks her lips with a soft hum.
“Let’s get inside,” he says. They arrived at their mention some time ago, and though he was not going to interrupt before, Daemon is more than ready to leave the small space of the palanquin and plunge deeper into his fantasies.
Rhaenyra helps a dazed Laena to straighten her dress, but Daemon doesn’t bother with his clothes and holds his breeches with his hand as they step out of the palanquin.
The girls lead him to their bedroom. When he first arrived at Volantis, Daemon didn’t think much about Rhaenyra and Laena’s sleeping arrangements, despite the mansion having many other rooms they could choose from. It is not unusual for noble ladies to share a bed, and Daemon believed it was a habit, something the septas and septons insisted on to preserve the girls’ innocence, to which Rhaenyra and Laena grew so used that they were unwilling to let it go even when they could. Now he suspects the bedroom saw things that would make septas faint and evoke the wrath of grumbling old septons.
When the door to the bedroom closes, Rhaenyra and Laena turn around, watching him with big eyes and waiting for instructions. He lets his breeches fall to the floor and steps out of them before taking off his shoes, and once he’s naked, he moves to sit on the bed.
“Strip,” he says and leans against his hands.
They do not disappoint. Instead of shrugging their flimsy dresses with haste, Rhaenyra and Laena make a show of it, teasing him with glimpses of skin and turning the simple act of undressing into a sensual dance.
Laena is the first to be undressed. Rhaenyra trails kisses over her cousin’s shoulders as she unlaces the ties at the back, every pull and twist of her elegant fingers making Laena’s gown drop lower and lower on her slender body. Her tits are revealed again, small and round and tipped with pink nipples that look like tiny rose buds. Rhaenyra’s hands cover Laena’s breasts for a moment, her fingers playing with stiff tips before she slides her hands lower, pushing the dress down Laena’s body.
Daemon’s eyes wander over Laena’s smooth stomach, his smile growing when Rhaenyra tugs the gown over Laena’s hips. The silk pools around his cousin’s feet and she stands before him, tall and graceful, the beauty of Old Valyria in flesh. “Gevie,” he murmurs.
Laena offers him a smirk that drips with arrogance. “I know,” she says before turning to Rhaenyra. It’s her turn to shed the gown that covers her luscious curves, and Laena is most eager for the task.
She pulls Rhaenyra into a kiss, and as their tongues dance, Laena’s hands caress Rhaenyra’s body, the thin fabric rising and bunching between her fingers. Daemon clenches his jaw in anticipation, forcing his eyes to stay open so as not to miss anything.
The first thing Laena takes off is a silk belt studded with rubies that has been tied around Rhaenyra’s waist. She throws the silk at him, grinning, before she moves to stand behind Rhaenyra, mischief colouring her eyes. She plays with dragon-shaped clasps that keep the gown on Rhaenyra’s body, tracing her fingers against the precious stones adorning the clasps until Daemon growls in warning, his patience at its end.
Laena laughs. Then, with a quick tug, she tears the clasps from the fabric and Rhaenyra’s dress slides from Rhaenyra’s body with a soft rustle. “Isn’t she a beauty?” Laena asks.
“She is,” Daemon replies, his voice choking with lust.
Rhaenyra blushes but doesn’t do anything to cover her body from his hungry gaze. She holds his gaze, her lips curling in a wicked smile. “I’m glad you find me pleasing, uncle,” she says, before biting her bottom lip.
Laena does not wait for further instructions from Daemon. She rests her chin on Rhaenyra’s shoulder and cups Rhaenyra’s tits in her small hands, kneading the soft flesh and teasing her pink nipples with the tips of her fingers until they grow hard. “You have the most amazing breasts, princess,” she murmurs.
Daemon hums in agreement. An image of Rhaenyra riding him flashes before his eyes, and he grunts with excitement. Laena seems equally taken by Rhaenyra’s chest, fondling them with clear delight. When she has her fill, she slides her hands down Rhaenyra’s stomach and slips one hand between Rhaenyra’s legs. Daemon’s niece whimpers and sags against Laena’s chest, her eyes fluttering closed as her cousin grazes her folds with her finger.
With his hand wrapped around his cock, Daemon watches them, the sight of him together making his vision swim. Despite the open windows and the light breeze that forces the sheer white curtains into a dance, the room is hot and the air thick and sultry. Beads of sweat gather on his forehead as he rubs himself frantically, his grunts of pleasure joining the girls’ moans and soon, the bedroom is echoing with lewd sounds.
Rhaenyra glances at him, her mouth opening as she watches Daemon touch himself. “Laena,” she groans, “I think we’re neglecting my uncle. It’s his name day, after all.”
They part and move towards him, and Daemon barely manages to stop his hand. He swallows and rests his palms on his thighs. His cock twitches in protest. “You did,” he says, trying to sound angry. “You left me to fend for myself.”
“We apologise,” Laena says and leans down to kiss him. It’s a short kiss, a few flicks of her tongue against his, before it’s Rhaenyra’s turn. He feels Rhaenyra’s smile as she moves her mouth against his.
“Apology accepted,” Daemon says when they break apart.
“So, what do you want us to do?” Laena asks. “Maybe you’d like your niece to suck your cock? She has the most talented mouth.”
Daemon groans, the image from before returning with double force. His cock jumps at the suggestion.
Rhaenyra knows no mercy. She leans closer, her breath fanning his cheek. “Would you like that, uncle? You did promise me earlier that I would get more than a lick.”
Daemon turns his head, his eyes falling on Rhaenyra’s full lips, swollen and red from kissing. “Yes. Fuck, yes.” He tightens his hand around her arse, grasping at scraps of strength that will allow him to survive this. “Get on your knees, princess.”
She does so without hesitation. She sits on her knees, ready and eager for him to fill her mouth while Laena moves to kneel on the bed behind him and begins to trail her lips over his neck and shoulders.
Rhaenyra parts her lips and leans closer, her eyes inviting him to guide his cock into her mouth. The moment her lips close on the swollen head of his cock, Daemon is gone. Whatever shreds of control he had, Rhaenyra sucks it out of him.
He is lost in the pleasure, able only to watch as his niece takes his cock enthusiastically. He threads his fingers into her silver-gold locks, but he’s unsure if he wants to slow her down or hold her while he fucks her mouth.
“Look how pretty she looks with your cock in her mouth,” Laena murmurs, resting her chin on Daemon’s shoulder.
“Yes,” Daemon groans. He has not seen anything more beautiful than his niece on her knees, her full lips wrapped tightly around his cock and her hands playing with his balls.
“You can take more of him, princess,” Laena encourages. She places her hand in Rhaenyra’s hair and pushes her head until Rhaenyra begins to choke and gag.
Daemon’s body tenses. “Fuck,” Daemon grunts as his spine begins to tingle. He hears Laena’s giggle in his ear and feels her hands on his chest and her lips on his neck, but he can’t focus on anything other than the warmth of Rhaenyra’s mouth around his shaft and the pleasure clouding his vision.
He comes with a roar, his hips pumping frantically as he fills Rhaenyra’s mouth with his come. Like a good girl, his niece swallows every drop, her dark eyes locked with his, her throat bobbing as she swallows everything he has to give. When he’s spent, Rhaenyra releases him with a pop and licks her lips, grinning when Daemon falls against Laena’s chest, boneless and weak.
The world spins before his eyes as he tries to catch his breath. He feels like he has left the ground and is still floating somewhere in the heights of bliss. “You really have a talented mouth,” he rasps when his lungs stop burning, and his heart doesn’t threaten to burst out of his chest.
“I told you,” Laena laughs. “And she’s so eager.”
When Daemon regains the strength to sit on his own, Laena jumps from the bed and skips across the room to the small table that holds jugs, cups and a tray with fruit. She returns with a jug of wine, a cup and a small bowl with strawberries. “So, you won’t faint, my prince,” Laena explain with a grin and plops a strawberry into his mouth.
Rhaenyra takes the cup and gulps down the wine, red liquid trickling down her throat and between her breasts in her eagerness.
“You know, Laena,” Daemon starts staring at the crimson bead that travels down Rhaenyra’s body. “We both had our pleasure tonight, but my niece, who has been so eager to please us, is still wanting.”
Laena rests her chin on Daemon’s shoulder. “True. She’s the one who needs to be rewarded.”
Daemon hums. He extends his hand and helps Rhaenyra off the floor before pulling her onto the bed. Her tits bounce as she lands on the pillows, a little giggle escaping her lips.
Daemon meets Laena’s gaze, and at last, he understands the silent language his niece and cousin have been using constantly. They nod in agreement and lean down, each determined to make Rhaenyra gasp and scream.
Daemon latches onto Rhaenyra’s breasts. He did not have time to appreciate them properly, and he’s desperate to rectify the mistake. While Laena sucks and nips at Rhaenyra’s neck, he closes his mouth over Rhaenyra’s nipple, lapping at the hard bud like a newborn babe. His other hand caresses her stomach, his fingers tickling and teasing the sensitive skin on her side.
When at last he reaches the soft pale hair covering her mound, Daemon groans loudly. Rhaenyra’s dripping with arousal. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
Laena’s hand joins his between Rhaenyra’s legs. She hums with delight. “She’s always like this,” she says, glancing at Daemon briefly before leaning in to brush her lips against Rhaenyra’s mouth. “A perfect princess, always soppy wet and so damn warm.”
Daemon slides a finger inside Rhaenyra. Another curse on the tip of his tongue as her cunt squeezes his finger. His cock twitches at the thought of breeching her. All in good time, Daemon thinks, trying to rein in his body. He intends to fuck both his niece and his cousin by the end of the evening, but there’s no need to rush. He doubts the girls will change their minds. They seem to be as eager for a night of debauchery as he is.
Instead, Daemon adds another finger. His niece is so fucking tight that he needs to prepare her before he buries his shaft into her heat. While he fingers Rhaenyra, Laena flicks her thumb against Rhaenyra’s clit, their caresses coaxing moans and whimpers from Rhaenyra’s lips.
“Gods, uncle! Laena!” Rhaenyra cries, arching her in pleasure. “More!”
“Greedy girl,” Daemon chides quietly before nipping at Rhaenyra’s nipple. He adds a third finger, though, and grunts at the tight fit. Fucking Rhaenyra will be the sweetest torture.
Laena latches onto Rhaenyra’s neck with her eyes closed. When she pulls away, there’s a red mark, blooming like a flower on Rhaenyra’s soft skin. “She’s a princess,” she whispers. “She deserves everything the world has to offer.”
Daemon chuckles. Isn’t that the thought that guided him through life? The conviction that as a prince of the blood he deserves everything his heart wants? And this drive brought me here, Daemon thinks, his eyes taking in the naked bodies of his niece and cousin.
“I’m so close,” Rhaenyra whimpers, snapping Daemon out of his thoughts. He wants to look at his niece when she reaches her peak, to see the pleasure explode in her eyes and feel her cunt clench around his fingers. Her hips begin to move, chasing Daemon’s fingers as she mumbles, “Please, please, please.”
For a heartbeat, Daemon is tempted to deny her the release. Rhaenyra looks so pretty when she begs, and Daemon is certain she would agree to anything he asked just to come. He sets the idea aside for later. He doubts this will be the only night he will spend in the company of his niece and cousin.
“Come, princess,” he says in a harsh tone, like an uncle commanding his little niece not to misbehave. “Come on your uncle’s fingers, sweet girl.”
Rhaenyra’s eyes roll to the back of her head, her mouth parting as Daemon and Laena’s names tumble from her lips in a desperate cry. Daemon and Laena continue to caress her, helping Rhaenyra ride the wave of her climax, stopping only when the princess whimpers and squirms away, too sensitive for their touch.
Daemon sits on his knees and takes in the sight. He has not fucked Rhaenyra yet, and the princess already looks utterly debauched, her skin glistening with sweat, her tits bouncing with every ragged breath she takes.
While Rhaenyra recovers, Daemon’s eyes flicker to his cousin. Laena meets his gaze boldly, her fine features coloured with hunger. She lies on her side and smiles at Daemon in an invitation. The prince does not need more encouragement. His cock is hard as rock again and throbbing with need. He settles behind his cousin, moulding his body against her back, and pressing his shaft against her tight little arse.
He suspects that Laena is more than ready for his cock, but he still slips his finger between her legs to make sure. He is a big man, and though the girls clearly have some experience, Daemon doubts they’ve met a man like him during their adventures. He is a dragon, after all.
His suspicion is proven correct when he brushes his knuckles against Laena’s cunt. Just like Rhaenyra, Laena is soaking wet. He groans with delight.
“What is it, my prince?” Laena asks, looking at him over her shoulder. There’s a mischievous spark in her eyes. “Are you shy?”
Daemon growls. He pinches her arse in punishment for her insolence, earning a moan from Laena’s lips before he takes his cock in his hand and lines up the tip with Laena’s entrance. He slides into her slowly, groaning at the wet heat that envelops his shaft. Just like Rhaenyra, Laena’s cunt is a perfect sheath for his cock.
“Fuck,” he mutters before wrapping his hand around Laena’s hip and sinking deeper into her. His eyelids flutter close at the sensations surging through his body. “So good.”
“Yes,” Laena whispers.
When Daemon opens his eyes, he finds that Rhaenyra has regained her strength. His niece did not waste a moment before shifting to her side and pressing her body to Laena’s chest. Their lips are locked in a passionate kiss, Laena’s hand sliding down Rhaenyra’s side until she finds purchase on the princess’ round arse.
Daemon curses loudly. It’s not the first time he shared a night with more than one woman. In his youth, that had been a common occurrence, and even later in life, Daemon enjoyed inviting as many whores into his bed as it could fit. He is a lusty man, and often it took three or four women to slake his hunger and quench the fire burning in his loins.
Still, he has never had two beauties of pure Valyrian blood in his bed. The thought sets his body on fire. His grip on Laena’s hip tightens as his thrusts become more forceful, much to his cousin’s delight.
“Harder!” Laena moans loudly before burying her face in Rhaenyra’s tits. She nips and mouths at Rhaenyra’s stiff nipples while the princess rubs herself against Laena’s thigh.
They become a mess of sweaty bodies, writhing in the same rhythm, three pairs of tangled limbs and wandering hands. The room is heady with the scent of sex and sweat, the musky aroma of arousal saturating the air.
It’s a paradise.
No wonder Conqueror took two wives, Daemon thinks. What man would deny himself this much pleasure?
“Come, my sweet, I know you want to,” Rhaenyra whispers, gazing into Laena’s half-lidded eyes. She slides her hand between their bodies and flicks Laena’s clit, and a moment later, Laena’s cunt begins to clench around Daemon’s cock, moans slipping from her lips.
Daemon grinds his teeth, battling with his own body to delay his own release. As much as he would like to come, he still wants to bury his cock inside his niece.
“I will not be gentle,” he warns Rhaenyra when he slips out of Laena.
Rhaenyra bites her bottom lip and looks at him coyly. “I don’t mind.”
“Fucking hell,” Daemon groans. He sits on his knees and pulls Rhaenyra onto his lap, her back against his chest, one of his hands holding her hip while his other cups her tit. The princess knows what to do. She takes his cock and lowers herself onto him, moaning loudly.
“You’re so big, uncle,” she whimpers.
Daemon grunts, stars flashing before his eyes. Rhaenyra’s cunt is like a vice, gripping his length so tightly that he’s surprised he has not come at the spot.
“Big and eager to fuck your sweet cunny.” Reluctantly, he releases her tit and grabs her hips with both hands. With his body so desperate for release, he knows he will have no patience to go slow and soft, even at the start. He sets out a punishing pace, bouncing Rhaenyra on his cock. The sounds their bodies make are positively sinful: the slapping of sweaty skin, the moans and guttural grunts that escape their lips are something one expects to hear only in a brothel.
Laena joins them shortly. Still trembling, she kneels before Rhaenyra and meets her lips in a kiss, their tongues dancing sloppily. When the princess pulls away to catch her breath, Laena leans in and presses her mouth to Daemon’s in an equally messy kiss. Then, just like Rhaenyra did for her, Laena slips her hand to the place where Rhaenyra and Daemon are joined and presses her fingers against Rhaenyra’s pearl, setting off her climax.
Though his cock begins to twitch, Daemon does his best to prolong Rhaenyra’s peak. He clenches his jaw and holds on, denying himself the pleasure. It seems unfair to spill inside Rhaenyra while Laena was deprived of the gift of his seed.
An idea comes to his mind, giving him strength to hold on a little longer. He pulls out of Rhaenyra and growls. “Get on the floor. On your knees. Both of you.”
His niece gives him a dazed look, pleasure robbing her of her wits, but Laena understands what he wants. He’s a part of them now. He speaks in their tongue.
Laena takes Rhaenyra’s hand and guides her to the floor. They kneel in front of the bed and lift their eyes to look at him. Daemon swears loudly at the sight. Two Valyrian beauties, thoroughly fucked and spent, yet he is certain that by the time dawn breaks the sky, he will take them again.
The gods bless me, Daemon thinks as he crawls to the edge of the bed and wraps his fist around his cock. Two strokes are all it takes for the tight knot in his belly to burst open. He groans loudly as he comes, painting Rhaenyra and Laena’s chests with ropes of his seed.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters when he’s done. His shoulders sag, and he lowers his head, breathing loudly as his heart pounds in his chest. When he looks at his niece and cousin again, they are as he left them: eyes dark with lust, silver hair tangled by his hands and his come glistening on their tits. He curses again. “Fucking hell.”
“Did you enjoy your gift, my prince?” Laena asks, her eyes glittering with mischief.
Rhaenyra gazes at him from under her eyelashes. “Were we good for you, uncle?”
Daemon throws his head back and laughs. If they think they won, they have no idea with whom they’re playing. He looks at them and smirks. “Yes, but the night is not over. It’s still my named day.”